Who I Am

I'm sorry did I scare you? Let me turn the light on so that we can see each other. There, now isn't that better? Oh dear, you're bleeding. Guess we hit you too hard. Let me clean that up for you while I tell you my story.

No DON'T call me that. Don't EVER call me by that name ever again. That person no longer exists. She died a long time ago. Now all that is left is RogueTiger. That is the name that Undertaker gave me. And that is all I now answer to.

Once, not too many years ago really, I was just a chauffer with the WWF. Like all lowly employees throughout the world I was ignored unless I made a mistake. Life was pretty good. I got to drive all over the country, even on occasion, all over the world. And as they went the people I drove around weren't too bad.

Oh I had my favourites to travel with, people that were interesting to listen to and didn't treat me like dirt. The Hardey's, Edge and Christian, Mick Foley, Rikishi Phatu, Al Snow. All of them know what it's like to be ignored and they go out of their way to make sure that they never do the same to anyone they meet.

Of course along with the favourites there is also list of ones I don't really like. Any of DX, Rock, Big Show, Chyna, Chris Jericho. All of them have climbed the ladder of success and now feel that they are above everyone else. How quickly they forget what it was like to be at the bottom of that ladder.

Until then I'd never had a job so important. Chauffeuring a member of the McMahon family was nearly as important as chauffeuring Royalty. The trip to the arena went well but I was glad to hand her over to security. It seemed a strange thing to do though, taking her into the heart of enemy territory to look after her. Why not leave her at home and surround her with armed police? I know that Undertaker and The Ministry had attacked the family home before but surely with police they would have been safe?

I waited outside with the other chauffeurs. They treated me like one of them even though I'm the only woman amongst them. None of them have ever made a pass at me and I don't think they ever will. The advantage and curse of been completely average. I always thought that my best feature used to be my hair and that was only because of its length. But since Vince insists that we all wear those ridiculous peaked caps it was easier to have it all cut off.

One by one they all started to drift away as their rides showed up. Every time it was the same, they would go from laughing and joking to a dead serious look as they stepped into the cars. Before long there were only a few cars left.

The end of the show was close. While they went to check on their cars I went inside to get one last drink before the journey home. Coming out I saw first the cops turning to confront The Ministry as they rushed towards them and then I saw my limo pulling away.

My drink clattered forgotten to the ground at the sight. The cops, like everyone else, had ignored the hired help and didn't even realise that the real driver wasn't even in the car. I saw who was though.

Without even thinking I ran after my car. It was my responsibility and I was liable for any damaged caused to it. It was a futile pursuit and I didn't really expect to get anywhere near. Then suddenly it stopped.

A stitch started in my side as I doubled my efforts to reach the car before it moved again. Grabbing the driver's door I looked in as I tried to open it. My eyes met with Undertaker's. The cold green stare chilled me, as he looked me up and down.

With an evil smile he started the car rolling. That was when I did a stupid thing and refused to let go. It wasn't long before the speed of the car had me off my feet and I was been dragged along. Then I didn't dare let go in case I ended up under the wheels.

One sharp turn of the wheel later and I found myself upside down in a pile of trashcans. Adding insult to injury one of them toppled over forcing the air from my lungs with a whoosh.

Somehow I made it back to the arena. All I could think was that I must look like a zombie; leg dragging behind and an arm limp at my side. And after the stunt I'd just pulled, I definitely needed brains.

Shuffling passed the crowd surrounding Vince I made my way to the first aid station. After taking one look at my pale scraped face, dislocated shoulder and cut leg I found myself strapped to a stretcher in the back of an ambulance.

Two weeks off should have been mine but I received a call from Vince's secretary that he wanted to see me at the arena that day. I arrived early as Vince hates to be kept waiting. Turned out he wasn't even there.

As she passed me the envelope she gave me a smile of pity but I could also see that she was glad it wasn't her. Duty over she dismissed me from her mind and returned to her work. Opening the envelope I quickly glanced over the contents. There was a letter of dismissal and a photograph.

The picture showed what was left of the limo. Undertaker had abandoned it a couple of miles from the arena. Before it was found the vultures had moved in and stripped it of everything before setting it alight.

The letter was short and too the point. Because of my failure to protect my car and my passenger I was no longer suitable for the job. I knew it wasn't fair but I also knew that protesting would get me nowhere. Vince had a team of lawyer's to protect himself while I had no one and no money.

I shook my head and walked passed him. The way that everyone was staring at me as I walked passed made me feel like nothing more than a common criminal. A feeling I did not like and by the time we were nearing the exit I was feeling very angry.

Just then the focus of a good part of that anger entered the arena and strode arrogantly down the corridor towards me. My hand gripped the letter in my pocket. What I wouldn't have given then for the strength to walk right up to him and slap that arrogant smirk off his face.

I should have just walked away then but anger suddenly exploded behind my eyes in a flash of red. I was just so sick and tired of been ignored by everyone. So I stepped into Undertaker's path and held my ground. By the time he was standing in front of me my knees were shaking slightly.

We were at an impasse I knew he wouldn't be the one to back down and I was equally determined not to give in. That and the fact that with my knees shaking I didn't think that I could move. The rest of The Ministry milled out around him and cut Jim and the guards off isolating me from any possible help.

His hand shot up quicker than I could follow and closed around my jaw in what I knew would be an unbreakable grip. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction I didn't try to escape his hold. Eyes narrowed in thought he stared deep into my eyes searching for something.

If I was still working for the WWF then his words would have scared me but what could he do to someone that would no longer be there? Keeping my face neutral I just stared up at him.

I made it back to my motel room before the tears finally overwhelmed me. Tears of sadness and anger combined. Finally crying myself out I looked around. I had no home of my own as I spent, had spent, most of my time moving from town to town. Luckily I had a nice little nest egg tucked away so it'd be a while before I was forced out onto the streets. Now all I needed was a job.

After another unsuccessful day job hunting I sat down in my motel room and flicked on the TV. More as a way to block out the argument in the room next door, than for something to watch. RAW was on. With a groan I reached to switch it off then froze as Undertaker's music started up.

I watched as they brought Stephanie McMahon out strapped to the `symbol'. Moving it to the ring they propped it up against the ropes. They started to perform a wedding ceremony, a `black' wedding ceremony. Ken Shamrock and Paul Wight came out and attempted to break it up but were beaten back by The Ministry and Undertaker.

Paul Bearer announced that Undertaker could kiss his bride. Then that all too familiar sound of glass breaking signalled the arrival of Steve Austin. Where the others failed he succeeded and Undertaker was forced out of the ring.

The next night I'd just settled down to eat my first food of the day, a very pathetic looking sandwich, when there was a knock on the door. Making sure the chain was in place I unlocked the door and started to open it. The chain snapped as the door was forced open, knocking me to the ground.

Undertaker entered first followed closely by Paul Bearer. I expected the rest of The Ministry to follow but no one else entered. Paul closed the door behind him and stood before it blocking my only exit. Undertaker walked further into the room and turned the volume up on the TV. Almost as an afterthought he turned his attention on me.

I scooted backwards along the floor as Undertaker stalked towards me. His steps were slow and unhurried. Scrambling to my feet I darted passed him, heading towards the door only to grind to a sudden halt at the sight of Paul at the door. Undertaker's words had made me forget that he was there. Paul chuckled maniacally and rubbed his hands together when I realised the hopelessness of my situation.

I backed away from him straight into the unmoving wall of Undertaker's chest. He didn't grab me, there was no need as I was completely trapped. His only move was to watch as I moved to the other end of the room.

My chance came as Paul finally ventured deeper into the room. Undertaker caught me around the waist as I made a mad dash for the door. The room tilted as he swung me off my feet. For the first time since he entered the room I screamed, not in fear but in anger and in the vain hope that someone would come to my rescue. There was no need for him to silence me though as the TV drowned out my cries for help and in this part of town even if I had been heard people would have just walked on.

My body bounced as he threw me down onto the centre of the bed. With one hand resting on my stomach he held me in place. My legs kicked impotently and apart from a quick glare when I scratched at him with my nails, he ignored my hands. He sat down beside me acting for all the world as if he wasn't holding a struggling woman down.

Annoyed at my inability to escape his hold I swore at him, bringing into question his manhood and his parentage. Not once did he pay any attention, which just made me even angrier.

Paul poured some liquid from a small brown bottle onto a rag and passed it to Undertaker. At the smell I struggled even harder to escape the inevitable but nothing helped. The chloroform soaked rag descended slowly over my nose and mouth. Undertaker's large hand sealed the edges and I was left with no choice other than to breathe it in.

My arms flopped limply to my sides and my struggles ceased as the drug worked on my body. Everything faded until all that was left was his green eyes staring out from the darkness. Then everything was gone.

I awoke in exactly the same position as you are now, tied to his symbol. Except I was lying face down on mine. Not long after I awoke he was at my side, just enough time had passed for me to remember what had happened and for me to wonder what was happening. His boots appeared first then I felt the touch of his hand running down my back. Everything shifted as the symbol was suddenly raised up.

After tearing my clothes roughly from my back he whipped me. The first ten lashes came quickly but not one landed in the same place twice. Then he stopped. I waited and waited. As my body unwound and sagged in relief he started again. This time just five lashes fell before he stopped. My breath rasped in my throat and my muscles were twitching in anticipation of the next blow. Once again he waited for my body to relax before starting once more. I don't know how long he kept that up, a couple of blows then the wait until I thought it was all over then a couple more.

Not once did he speak and like a fool I refused to give him what he wanted. I refused to give in. But oh how I cried. But I did it silently and not once did I beg or scream. Eventually I passed out from the pain. All he did was wait until I was awake before doing exactly the same thing.

The beatings finally stopped when I finally screamed and begged for him to stop. He untied me from the symbol and carried me over to a bed. He was so gentle that he seemed like a different man.

He left me alone with my thoughts. Sometime later a faint hissing noise roused me from my dreams. My brain had barely enough time to register that some kind of gas was been pumped into the room before I was knocked out by it.

The next morning I awoke back in my motel room. The sun was shining brightly through the windows and above the droning of the cars passing by I could hear birds heralding in the start of a new day. And even better than all that, there was no sign of Undertaker. I could almost have believed it a dream if not for my hunger and the pain in my back.

Had he changed his mind about there been further punishment? I couldn't take the chance… I had to get out of there. Out of the motel… out of town… state… country… how far would be far enough?

I raided the refrigerator first to appease my stomach. Sitting on the floor bathed in the glow of the small bulb I gorged myself on anything I could grab. The food helped and I started to feel I bit more human. Next came a shower, which helped nearly as much as the food. The pounding water eased the ache in my muscles. Climbing from the shower I twisted around like a pretzel to inspect my back in the small bathroom mirror. Bruised but not cut.

I swayed on my feet as tiredness washed over my body. As I braced myself against the wall a twinge in my back brought me back to painful reality. I had to get out of there. Throwing on some loose fitting clothing I quickly shoved the rest into a bag and headed out of the front door.

Everything went black as the sun was switched off. My body froze in complete shock and my brain threatened to shut down completely. Lights were switched on one at a time, drawing my eyes to different things to reveal reality to me.

The lights went off once more then just one shone out across the room to light up an Undertaker symbol hanging from the ceiling. I shook my head in denial and whimpered slightly as tears streamed down my cheeks.

A low, soft chuckle preceded his appearance. He stepped into view dressed in that long black robe of his, face cast into shadow by the hood that was pulled up to cover his head. Stopping in front of me he reached up and pushed back the hood.

I looked up at him. Seeing the hopelessness on my face he smiled a smile of pure evil. As he held out his hand I obediently placed mine into it and let him lead me back to my cell.

That stage showed me that there was no escape from him. He was everywhere. I know what you're thinking `it was all a trick.' But he just showed me the truth without having to actually chase after me. He'd also made me take the first step towards accepting him as my master by making me place my hand in his.

He made me strip before him. That, to me, was worse than anything that had come before. I've never been happy with my body, well happy isn't exactly the word… I hate my body. There was no interest in his eyes of any kind though. To him making me strip was just another step towards accomplishing his goal.

The cycle of torture was repeated over and over until I thought I'd surely loose my mind. There was a break every now and again while he played a tape of people talking. People telling me that no one loved me enough to rescue me; I didn't deserve to live; no one was missing me… no one. I didn't recognise the voices but it wasn't long before I was picturing the people I did know standing before me saying those things.

I knew someone that could help me, someone that could make it all stop. All the pain, all the loneliness, he would look after me and care for me. In return I would serve him willingly.

At that stage I surrendered myself to him. I now belonged to him totally, mind, body and soul. I no longer feared him hurting me. The thing I feared the most now was that he would leave me if I did something to displease him.

He drew me up to my feet and left me to fetch a sheet from the bed. The door was there just a few feet away from me and it was open. I turned away from it and watched Undertaker. Not knowing how I was supposed to act around him I kept my eyes downcast as he came back to me. He wrapped a sheet around my body and led me from the room.

In contrast to all that had gone before he was so gentle with me. He cleaned me up first then sat me down and fed me. I wasn't allowed to do either task myself, he washed my body and he fed me all my food. After I'd satisfied him by finishing all the food he led me back to the cell.

Lying back I closed my eyes to follow his instructions. The door shut behind him but wasn't locked. I sighed in happiness for I'd pleased Undertaker and that was all that mattered to me.

Do you have any idea how long it took him to break me like that? Weeks? Months? Actually… it was less than a week. They say time flies when you're having fun. Well trust me a little pain can make it slow to a crawl.

Over the next couple of days he told me what my new life would be like. On the surface it would be no different to what I had been doing before. Just a chauffer once again. But this time I would report back to him on anything interesting that I heard while doing my job.

Finishing the fork full of pasta he'd just fed me I tried to order my thoughts. I knew that with Undertaker it's best to be truthful but I also didn't want to anger him. "Vince already believes that I was working for you when you kidnapped Stephanie. Won't it look suspicious to everyone if you get me my job back?"

He agreed the plan and made a call to start the ball rolling. I'm sure now that he had already thought about it himself and was just testing my loyalty to him. At the time though all I felt was pride. Pride that I had managed to please him, for that was all I wanted to do.

He led me into a darkened room. The only light was provided by two black candles on a table next to a t-symbol shaped slab. I lay down on the cold granite slab at Undertaker's instruction. I was dressed in a simple floor length robe. Grabbing the neckline in both hands Undertaker tore it easily until I was completely uncovered.

He picked up a gold dagger from a table at his side and drew the blade over the palm of his hand. His blood flowed quickly and soaked into the cuff of his robe. Holding his hand over a golden chalice he watched me as his blood dripped into it.

He took my hand drew the blade over the pad of my thumb. The blade was so finely honed that there was no pain. He squeezed a few drops out and they mingled with his own in the chalice. More was needed though. Not wanting to mark me he used a syringe to collect what was needed and added that to the rest.

He worked quickly and added more things to it; herbs, wine and other things that I couldn't identify. Holding the chalice aloft he spoke a few words of Latin. Bringing the chalice to his lips he sipped from it. A shudder ran through his big body and his eyes rolled back in his head until all that showed was white.

Recovering he held the chalice to my lips and watched over me while I took a sip of my own. Whatever he'd put in it was potent. I was aware of my body going numb and the room spinning wildly out of control. Then my skin was so sensitive that the slightest draught was almost more than I could bear and everything slowed down to a crawl.

Things started to settle down again and things gradually came back into focus. Undertaker was standing over me with a fierce look of concentration on his face. Something brushed against my stomach I tried to look down but he stopped me from looking. He nodded in satisfaction and stood up. At his gesture I climbed from the slab. I was surprised to find that my legs were still capable of supporting me.

He positioned me in front of a full-length mirror and waited for my reaction. As usual when faced with a mirror I refused to look. With one hand he gripped the back of my head and forced me to face the mirror.

My body was covered from head to foot in intricately drawn symbols, which left me wondering how long I'd been out for him to do all that. The metallic scent of blood and the aroma of herbs rising up around me told me what he'd used but not why.

I was studying one on the inside of arm when something started to happen. There was a itch under the symbol. I scratched at the area but neither the itch nor the symbol went. Then before my eyes the symbol disappeared as it was absorbed into my skin.

That part of you that screams `I hope you crash', to the driver that cuts you off for no reason. That part that wants to lash out in a crowd. That part that shames you as soon as it voices itself.

Maybe there's evil in everyone just waiting for a chance to be released or maybe there's a lot in me. Could it be that those years of been ignored by everyone have corrupted my soul? For whatever reason I could feel the evil flowing inside of me and I liked it.

The first couple of week's back I really had to fight my hatred for the people I worked with. I felt like lashing out at them, to hurt them as they had hurt me with their indifference. Undertaker worked with me on my days off and at night. He cultivated the anger and hatred inside me then taught me how to control it.

He doesn't trust anyone else in the Ministry so only he and Paul Bearer know what I am and what I do. And Undertaker is the only one that can give me orders and he's the only one that I answer to.

I've only really angered him once since I became his. It was while he was training Big Show. It was a couple of days before the next show and I was taking the two men out of town. Traffic had been bad on the way out of the city and to top it all off I was stuck behind a frustratingly slow moving truck. As I finally managed to manoeuvre around it Undertaker asked me a question and I responded automatically.

"Yes my Lo-" I realised my mistake as soon as I started speaking but it was too late. A glance in the mirror revealed that Undertaker's eyes were narrowed in anger. Big Show was laughing.

I pulled the car smoothly to a halt and both men climbed out. Undertaker spoke quietly to a man in charge about hiring two Harley's while Big Show was left to stock up for their journey. Then he came back to the car. His body was radiating with his anger and it was all directed at me.

He might have let me go then except that I made another mistake. I touched him. As touches go it wasn't much. All I did was hold onto his arm. Something that I'd done before, but in public it was the biggest mistake I could have made.

With a snarl he wrapped his hand around my throat and thrust me backwards through the open door into the back of the limo. I slid on the leather seat until my head bumped into the door on the other side. Undertaker slid into the car behind me and closed the door with a quiet click. The look on his face froze the apology before it could pass my lips. I'd angered him too much for words to work now.

I did as instructed without protest hoping that my compliance would make him go easier on me. At his gesture I lay over his lap. Closing my eyes tight I waited for the inevitable. I flinched as his hand touched my backside but instead of the expected smack all he did was rest his hand there.

"I'm sorr-" The pain as his hand smacked down had me crying out and struggling against his hold but with one hand at the back of my head he held me in place. The punishment would probably have been over quickly. But once again I'd made the mistake of fighting him. And for that he didn't stop until I was ready to pass out with the pain. His finger hooked my chin, lifting my head until he could see my tearstained face. Sitting back he waited for my response.

Weeping brokenly I crawled off his lap. Every move brought fresh pain. Finding myself unable to sit I curled up into a ball beside him. Between sobs and hiccups I kept telling him how sorry I was and prayed that he'd forgive me.

I very nearly cried out in joy when he held his hand out to me. Finally I was where I wanted to be, back in my Masters good graces. He held me close while I sat straddled over his lap. I buried my face into his shoulder while his hands stroked gently over my back. My crying gradually slowed then stopped until with a shuddering sigh I relaxed completely against him.

I bit my lip to stop myself telling him that it hadn't exactly been a walk in the park for me either. Wouldn't do to anger him again. He may not like physically punishing me, just knowing I'd displeased him was punishment enough for me, but that didn't mean he wouldn't. Luckily though he doesn't want me becoming accustomed to pain, if I did there would be no way to punish me.

The heat from his body lulled me quickly into a state of tiredness. As I snuggled down further his clothes rasped against my naked body. He shifted restlessly and I knew my time was up. He doesn't really go in for a lot of touching but every now and again he's willing to give me a hug as a reward for a job well done. But it's always on his terms and if it goes on for too long he tends to become restless then angry.

Bracing my hands on his chest I levered myself back to move off him. As my bruised backside came into contact with his thighs I flung my head back and cried out in pain. His hand came down to cradle my abused flesh. And at that precise moment the car door was flung open by Big Show. I cried out again and flung myself back into Undertaker's arms to cover my nakedness.

"Did you get the maps?" Opening one out Undertaker quickly plotted out the route they would be taking and passed it back to Big Show. "You go on ahead, I'll catch up to you, once I've sorted a few things out." He pulled me against him and started nibbling gently on my lips.

I dimly heard Big Show rev his bike and ride away. Eventually Undertaker pulled away from me. I'll have to admit that my legs were pretty shaky by them. "Has he gone?" I looked around but couldn't even see any dust clouds on the horizon which made me wonder just how long we'd been kissing? He didn't look angry though so it hadn't been too long. "Where do you want me to wait for you?"

The bottle stilled in his hand. "Explain just why you think that `weakling' would be a better choice than Big Show?" He set the bottle down with a slight clink before turning to face me.

"He's a much better wrestler than Big Show, he's even bested him in the ring a few times. You've said yourself that Kane's power is nearly as great as your own. And that killer instinct that you're trying to bring out in Big Show is already fully developed in your brother."

"He's not weak, just misguided." He was quiet for a time as he thought about what I'd said. My words would be unlikely to sway him but he did listen and he did think about them. "What have you got planned for Show then?"

Can you imagine Big Show's face? First he runs out of gas midway through a desert. But that's okay because he's got some spare gas cans. Unfortunately there's no gas in them. He really should have checked his kit before starting the journey. Then he spots Undertaker riding towards him giving him hope of salvation. But Undertaker just rides right on by without even slowing down.

Luckily Big Show kept his mouth shut about what he'd seen in the limo that day, although he still keeps giving me the kind of looks that make my skin crawl. Even though he and Undertaker are no longer talking Undertaker's threat is enough to keep him silent.

Do you remember the ladder match that Steve Austin had against the McMahon's for control of the WWF? I was backstage that night as Austin stormed through shaking everyone asking if they'd been the one to lower the briefcase so that the McMahon's could win. You know he went right passed me without even asking me? I was standing as close to him as I am to you and he totally ignored me… the one person who knew the truth.

You see I was the one that lowered it. Oh not for the McMahon's, never for them. Undertaker asked me to do it so that Austin would no longer be in control of the WWF. Undertaker has got some control over Vince but not Austin and it was definitely a case of better the devil you know.

Austin had been deliberately working Undertaker hard and arranging match after match between the two of them just to weaken Undertaker. He even went as far to make Undertaker wrestle just before the PPV which is normally the one time that the Champion can rest.

Undertaker won his match against Rock and the McMahon's regained control over the WWF. Unfortunately Steve had a new clause added to his contract and beat Undertaker the following night for the belt.

So when it came to the first blood match Undertaker didn't really care if he won or lost, just as long as he got to beat Austin senseless. Unfortunately, due to outside interference from X-Pac, Undertaker lost the match but he did get to leave Austin a bloodied mess as he'd promised. And as for Vince having to leave the WWF, well he was no longer of any use to Undertaker by then.

Undertaker walked out of the WWF after Vince tried to use him in his feud against Triple H. The only thing that he regretted was that he'd lost his chance to win the WWF Championship.

The night of the match I chauffeured DX to the arena. They were plotting and scheming up a storm trying to think of a way to keep Austin from winning the belt. Finally they came up with the idea of leading Austin outside the arena and ambushing him.

Moving quickly and quietly I placed a monitor where I could see it and `Borrowing' the keys to a car with darkened windows. I removed the number plates and waited for my opening. Hunter lured Austin backstage, their plan worked perfectly up until the part where Billy was supposed to join them.

Billy was meant to lure Austin out into the parking lot where the rest were waiting to ambush him. But Billy was waiting in the wrong area and Steve was left wandering around with no one to chase. I watched Steve on the monitor.

Revving the engine I pointed the car at the door and threw the car into gear. The car responded spectacularly and smashed through the doors straight for Austin. How I would have loved to have a camera to capture the look on his face; surprise, shock, pain.

Reaching the end of the loading bay I spun the wheel and lined it up for another run. Already though there was a crowd gathered around Steve and a team of armed cops heading straight for me.

It was at the beginning of the still ongoing feud between Vince and Hunter. I was chauffeuring DX to the arena. If it wasn't for the fact that I was under orders from Undertaker to find out what they were planning I swear I would have ditched them in some dark alley and made them walk. They were rude, obnoxious and drunk as skunks.

For mile upon mile they rambled on about how they'd upset Vince. Nothing of interest so my brain went onto autopilot and I half listened while paying attention to the road. Hunter's phone rang and I started paying attention, not because of what he was saying but how he was saying it. His voice went slightly softer in tone and he held the phone just that little bit closer to his ear as he shifted down in his seat. He just had to be talking to a woman. Once he'd finished on the phone he started laughing and joking again as he told them that Vince had gone mad and was looking for them. He didn't say who had called him, which made me wonder who had dared to go behind Vince's back. It could have been Chyna but since she'd decided to concentrate on her own career rather than his they'd fallen out. There were plenty of other women in the WWF but I couldn't think of any that I'd seen near Hunter.

I pulled up outside the back entrance to the arena, positioning the car as close as possible to the door. Unfortunately it meant I was parked behind a dumpster. Headlights suddenly appeared on the left of the car and blinded everyone inside. An engine revved and the car leapt towards us with a squeal of tires and a cloud of burning rubbed. I caught a glimpse of Vince's face as he aimed his car towards the rear door of the limo it was contorted with rage for my passengers. I couldn't pull forward because of the dumpster and to reverse would only have put me in his path.

The car smashed into the limo, knocking everyone around in the back. Reversing he slammed into us again and my door caved in slightly under the impact. Vince climbed from his car with a baseball bat in hand. Shouting obscenities at Hunter and his gang he started smashing in all the windows. I could hear DX scrambling for the other door as Vince started to work his way around. The bat suddenly struck the windscreen and showered me with shards of glass. My arms came up but I was too late. Pain burned through my eyes as the glass entered them. Blinking just made the pain worse as did trying to open my eyes. I kept still, not really daring to move, as Vince continued smashing the car.

Then there was silence. Of course no one came to check on me and my cries for help went unheard. Trying my door I found it was jammed shut. I made my way to the passenger side, glass digging into the palms of my hands as I eased myself across the seats. The night air was cool against my face when I finally got out of the car. I tried to picture what I'd seen when I'd pulled up. Where was the door? How far was I from it? Arms outstretched I took a cautions step forward and tripped over something. Glass dug painfully into my hands and knees as I landed on the floor. Tears sprang to my eyes, which just made them hurt even more. I just felt so damned helpless.

I reached out again and felt something in front of me, something smooth. My hands moved up over whatever it was and eventually felt fabric under my fingers. Legs? I was touching legs?

"Help me." Nothing, whoever it was, was keeping quiet. "Please, I can't open my eyes." I gasped slightly as hands suddenly, and easily, pulled me to my feet. Fingers grasped my chin and my head was tilted up. Reaching out I placed my hands against him to steady myself as I started to sway. It took a few seconds for me to realise that what to me was waist height was hip height on him, whoever it was, he was as tall as Undertaker. "Who are you?"

There was still no response but suddenly I was off my feet again as he swept me up into his arms. With a squeak of surprise I gripped the front of his costume for support as he strode along.

A door opened and I was placed into a seat. He didn't bend over so I knew that it was probably a truck. Hands placed a seatbelt around me and closed it with a click that rang in my head like a death knell. Before my hands could find their way to the fastening he had moved around the truck and had climbed behind the wheel. His hands stilled mine then, in a move that shocked me, he patted the side of my face gently.

"Who are you?" Still nothing, only the sound of the truck starting and the slightest of jerks as it started moving. As he drove I grew more and more nervous. I had no idea who he was, where he was taking me, nothing and every question was met with silence. "Who are you? Where are you taking me?" Nothing.

I lapsed into silence. Left with nothing but my thoughts and my pain. Cars passed by I couldn't even get a sense of light. As something dripped onto my hand I touched my face and felt something sticky under my wondering fingers. His hand grabbed mine but not before I'd felt where the blood was coming from… my eyes.

He pulled the truck over and held me against him until I calmed down. His hands stroked gently but firmly over my back as he cradled my head against his chest. He held my hand as he drove for the rest of the journey. To take my mind off my eyes I concentrated on my other senses.

I could feel the softness of his hand against my own, his pulse beating steadily under my wondering fingers. The pads of his fingers weren't as callused as Undertaker's and the back of his hand felt strange but I couldn't make up my mind why.

I could hear the deep purr of the well-tuned engine, traffic passing us and if I concentrated really hard I could hear him breathing and the soft rustle of leather as he shifted in his seat.

I breathed in deeply. Leather was the first thing I could smell. Leather upholstery. The truck was still new enough to have the scent of new leather to it. Another scent came to me; one so familiar that my heart stopped then speeded up in response. It was aftershave. But not just any aftershave, it was the same brand that Undertaker used. With his height and build I could almost have believed it to be Undertaker but I knew it wasn't as he was out of the country for a few days.

Before I could question my silent rescuer the truck drew to a halt. His hand left mine and I felt strangely alone. The door opened at my side and once again I was back in his arms.

The whoosh of automatic doors, the quiet chatter of people and the smell of antiseptic told me where I was. A hospital. They asked but he refused to release me and I refused to release my hold on him. Everything moved in a whirl then. There were voices but too many to keep track of. My eyelids were prised open many times but apart from pain I couldn't see the lights I knew they were shining. A needle jabbed into my arm and as the drug rushed through my system my hand finally loosened its death grip on his hand. His hand patted my cheek one last time.

My fingers fiddled with the crisp white sheets folded across my waist. A hand drifted up and I touched the fabric wrapped securely around my head. Realising what I was doing I snatched my hand down and started playing with the sheets again. A nurse came in and straightened the sheets before changing the bandages on my hands. As she worked she chatted to me, trying to get me to respond to her. They'd found out my name from my drivers licence but I refused to talk to them.

She guided my hand so that I could feel where the buzzer was. I let my hand fall back to the covers and started playing with the sheets again. With a sigh of frustration the nurse left.

Since Undertaker had made me his I'd had no real reason to fear anything. But now I was absolutely terrified… that I would be of no use to him now. I may be his ears but I need my eyes to do my job properly. Without them I'm useless.

Someone came into the room and stood by the bed. I was sunk so deeply in my misery that I wanted no one near me. Lashing out with my arm I managed to hit whoever it was a glancing blow across the legs. "Leave me alone!"

My heart sang at the familiar sound of his voice. He'd called me Tiger so I knew we were alone. "I'm sorry Master, I didn't realise it was you." His weight dipped the bed as he sat beside me on the bed and my body bumped into his slightly. His hand touched the bandages covering my eyes and hands.

Seeking a familiar anchor I clutched at his arms. His weight pressed me deep into the mattress as he lowered himself for my hug. His breath warmed my throat as his hair brushed against my face. The thought of never seeing him, never been allowed these brief moments with him had me weeping brokenly against his shoulder.

His body had gone stiff against mine. "Not directly. The Consultant came in with some students and they just stood there and talked about me." He pulled out of my arms. "Master?" His footsteps rang out as he moved away from the bed. "Master, don't leave me." A door opened, "please…" then shut. "Noooo!!"

My reason for everything had just left the room, and possibly my life, without a word. My entire body went numb in shock. Then the pain started. I couldn't breathe and my heart felt as though someone was ripping it out of my chest.

The restraining hands left with the occasional thump and clatter. A heavy weight settled over my chest and pinned my struggling body down. A curtain of fragrant strands tickled my face and breath puffed warmly against my ear. With a cry of joy I wrapped my arms around my Master and pulled him closer.

"Then I think that I would die… but if that's what you think is a suitable punishment… I'll accept your decision." I tried desperately to keep the despair from my voice but I could hear it creeping in and if I could hear it I knew for certain that Undertaker could to.

"Yes Master… but how when I-I'm visually impaired?" I half expected to be punished for twisting my way around his orders but instead I was surprised when he chuckled and tweaked the end of my nose.

I could hear the humour in his voice. Such a rare thing and right then I would have given anything to see him. I probably wouldn't have recognised it before but without the use of my eyes my other senses were compensating to take over. Knowing that he wouldn't help, unless necessary I climbed shakily from the bed and started to get dressed. The buttons on my blouse turned out to be the most tricky item and eventually he took pity on me and fastened them for me.

Taking my hand he hooked it through the crook of his arm and led me from the room. He walked slowly, only talking to tell me if anything was in our way. A sudden commotion behind us had me cocking my head trying to catch what was been said but there were too many voice shouting out for me to make anything out.

He'd muttered the last part half to himself but I heard him clearly. "You knocked someone out?!" I wish I could have seen who'd annoyed him to the point where he was willing to do that in so public a place. Curiosity burned inside until I just had to ask, "Who?" I could feel his eyes on me as he gave a small sigh with just a hint of embarrassment in it.

"Oh." My shoulders shook in amusement at the thought of it. Thinking that I was upset he stroked the back of my neck with a gentle hand. As a laugh finally burbled out he gave me a gentle shake, a chuckle of his own rumbled out.

"No." Following the sound of his voice I turned in his direction. "How did you know where I was?" With the joy of him coming to get me I'd forgotten that I hadn't mentioned his name to anyone.

"Only if I don't get punished for it." He laughed once again and I smiled back. "But who told you where I was? I didn't mention you to anyone at the hospital and I know there was nothing on me that mentioned you."

"No I'm very careful about that. Your number isn't even programmed into my phone, just up here." I tapped the side of my head. There was silence as we both tried to figure out who had contacted him. Who would know his e-mail and knew that I knew Undertaker? There was Big Show but with the way Undertaker had abandoned him I couldn't believe that he would have helped me.

I was jolted out of my thoughts as we arrived at his car. Obviously in a hurry to get away from the hospital he guided me into the seat and leant close to fasten the seatbelt for me. His aftershave wafted up around me. I was right about my rescuer wearing the same brand. "Ohh!"

I jumped slightly at how close his voice was to me. "I think he must have been as tall as you." I took a step forward with my arms out and fingers brushed against his hips. "Yeah, that was about it."

"Well he did carry me all the way to his truck." I gave a startled squeak as he swept me up into his arms. I clutched the front of his shirt while he carried me into the house. Sitting down on a settee he cradled me on his lap.

"Let me check." Running my nose along his jaw I breathed in his scent. The brush of my nose behind his ear made him shiver slightly. "Yeah, same smell. There was also something else he did."

"Well… I suppose if he did…" He wrapped his arms around my waist and I leant against his chest with a sigh. Resting my head over his heart I listened to the steady beat while playing with his fingers.

"Definitely." We stayed like that for some time, neither of us feeling the need for further words. Eventually though we both felt the need for other things, the main one been food. I sat in the kitchen and listened to him as he moved around. At his instructions I shouted out what I thought he was doing, what he was preparing, where he was.

He made me feed myself, which was unusual for him as he normally fed me when I was alone with him. After making me rely on him for so long he seemed determined to make me fend for myself. After we'd eaten he made me dry while he washed up. It seemed to take forever as I was determined not to drop anything, as he seemed to be testing me. And when it comes to Undertaker's tests it's a case of pass or else.

Finally the drying up was over and we sat in the living room. Undertaker made me go over and over what had happened to me that night. I was glad of the conversation as silence just brought it home that I was blind. I sat right beside him playing with his hands. I knew I was been clingy, something he didn't like, but he wasn't pushing me away.

A clock chimed deep in the house signalling that it was eleven thirty. It was time for bed but that was the last thing I wanted. The thought of spending the night alone with nothing but the silence and the dark scared me. I gripped his hand tightly.

My fingers started playing nervously with the hem of my jumper as I tried to order my thoughts. His hand stilled my nervous fingers. He was right; of course, I always tended to think too much before asking a question, running every possible answer through my head first to see if the question was worth the possible heartache. Time to just take a deep breath and get it over with.

"Can I spend the night with you?… I promise to keep to one side… you won't even know I'm there. I-I just don't want to be alone." I waited with baited breath for his answer. If only I could see his face then I would know what he was thinking.

Oh, oh. There was definitely more than a hint of hurt male pride in his voice. "Yes." Probably not the right thing to say but it was the truth. Unfortunately he took it to mean that I thought he wasn't a man.

"`Anytime I want'. That's why I feel safe. You don't want me." I sat back up and tried to catch my breath. Boy, let me tell you, that man can kiss. "I've lived my entire life knowing that no one is interest in me that way. Every time I've met a man and thought `maybe he'll be the one' I end up been best mates with him instead. I'm `best friend' or `slave' material not seducer of a man who could have any woman he wants. So yes… I feel safe." Pushing up from the sofa I tried and failed to remember where the door was. "Could you point me in the direction of my room so I can try to make a dignified exit." Tears stung the back of my eyes but refusing to show even more weakness in front of him I fought them back.

I finally made it to Undertaker's bedroom, after stopping at my room to have a wash and collect my spare pyjamas. Every little thing that I'd taken for granted when I could see was absolutely hell now that I couldn't; washing, brushing my hair, changing clothes, everything, hell. By the time I was pulling back the covers to climb into bed I was feeling more than a little depressed and wanted nothing more than to curl up and weep.

Having not heard him enter the room I nearly leapt clear over the bed in shock. Sitting down heavily, luckily on the bed, I clutched a hand to my breast and tried desperately to calm my heart down. "What?"

Acting automatically I started to do as instructed then as my fingers stumbled over the buttons it had taken me so long to fasten I paused as a question suddenly popped into my head. "Why?"

"I don't wear anything in bed and I don't want the aggravation of your clothes rubbing against me." He cut me off before I could point out that we'd be on separate sides of the bed. "Strip… or are you going to disobey me?"

"Cause not Master." My fingers flew back to the buttons then throwing off the rest of my clothes I quickly slipped under the covers. Even though he'd seen me naked many times he'd never been naked in front of me before. And even though I couldn't see him I was strangely nervous. Closing my eyes I prayed for sleep to come quickly while I lay there listening to him prepare for bed. The quiet pad of bare feet preceded the dip of the bed as he climbed in beside me. I could sense him staring at me.

"Night, Undertaker." I lay there and listened as his breathing settle into a rhythm that told me he'd fallen asleep. Turning I gripped the edge of the bed to keep myself in place. Knowing that if I needed him he was there and the quiet sounds of his breathing soon had me relaxed and falling asleep.

Something woke me up during the night. I lay still wondering what had disturbed me. A hand moved over my stomach as someone moved against my back. My body stiffened ready to leap from the bed but then I remembered that I was sharing a bed with Undertaker.

Tense muscles relaxed in relief only to start tensing again when I remembered that I'd promised to keep to my own side of the bed. Reaching out a hand I tried to find the edge of the mattress to pull myself away from him. With a deep growl his arms pinned mine down and he pulled me closer to him. Keeping still I waited for him to relax his hold then maybe I could try again.

He gave a sigh and rubbed his chin against my shoulder as he settled into a deep sleep once more. The friction of his beard against my skin caused a shiver to run the length of my body. Eventually his grip relaxed enough for me to get my arms loose but I still couldn't move.

His chest brushed against my back with every breath he took. Each breath rocked me gently back and forth in his embrace. The warmth of his body against my own seeped into my very soul. Been held close by someone for the first time in my life was strange at first but it was something I could quickly get used to. Never had I felt so secure. Tiredness washed over me in gentle waves, everything worked against me and I was soon fast asleep again.

Birds chirped merrily away in the trees their song welcoming in the start of a new day. Opening my eyes I wondered at first why the hell I couldn't see anything. Then it all came crashing back. I huffed a sigh of sadness and disappointment but what had I thought? That the morning would bring something different than the night before?

Stretching against my back he tightened his hold and nuzzled his face against my shoulder. I held my breath as his hands stroked over my stomach and sides. "I-I hope I didn't wake you Master?" The movement of his hands over my body were distracting me no end.

I sucked in a breath as he stroked a finger down my spine. "What are you doing?" It sounded like a stupid question when it seemed fairly obvious what he was doing. I just couldn't understand why he was doing it with me.

I knew that things hadn't changed between us because we made love. I'd known that before he'd taken the time to tell me himself. I'd been saving myself for someone special and, as he'd pointed out, `who could be more special to me than my Master?' The truth? No one.

Over the next couple of weeks he was my constant companion morning and night. I could sense his annoyance of how `clingy' I'd become but I couldn't help it. He tried everything to make me fend for myself but when faced with new situations I just sat down and refused to move until he came to my rescue.

"No Master, you don't have to explain anything. You just… took me by surprise." I fished around for my fork and raised it to my lips. My stomach rolled at the thought of food so I put it back down and pushed my plate away. "When will you be back?"

While I was trying to absorb that blow he got up and left the room. Lost in thought and misery I sat there for hours on end without moving. Eventually he came back for me. Picking me up from the chair he carried me to bed. But for the first time it wasn't his bed. Once again I was back in my cold and lonely single bed in my cold and lonely room.

He left the next morning without even saying goodbye. Still lying in bed I heard the front door close. At that time I felt it would have been kinder of him to have just put a gun to my head and pulled the trigger. Anything but this abandonment.

Pulling myself out of my depression and my bed I tried to set about my new task. Just about every inch of me ended up bruised as I bumped my way from room to room. I threw curses at the furniture, Undertaker and finally at me.

God knows how long it finally took before I was able to move around without destroying the place. Time looses all meaning when you can't tell night from day. I ate when I was hungry and slept when I was tired. The rest of the time I just wondered around deep in thought.

All I'd done was get out of the same side of the bed as I normally did, yet I was lying flat out on the floor after taking a tumble over something that hadn't been there when I went to bed. It didn't take long to figure it out. Somehow he, or someone working for him, had been back and changed the room around on me.

"Damn you!! What did you slip me this time you sneaky son of a...!!!" Not knowing how close he was I didn't dare finish of my tirade. I'm not that stupid. "Another test is it?!! Well keep them coming!!! You hear me?!!" Picking myself off the floor I rubbed at my bruised shin then felt my way around the room to find out where everything was now. "Take more than moving my room around to make me give in Master." I stopped dead at a sudden thought. "Or is it more than my room? Is that it?" It was. The entire house, apart from his bedroom, had been rearranged. Now I'm not that heavy a sleeper so God only knows what he slipped me to make me sleep through that.

I took nothing for granted after that. Every morning I felt my way gingerly around the house just to check for changes. It's all very well been able to find my way around the same rooms day after day but with Undertaker you have to be prepared for anything. And that's what he wanted, me to be prepared. Luckily there were no changes as drastic as that first one but nearly every day there were changes.

Once again though I awoke to something different. There was something cold and hard under my back instead of a warm mattress. I must have been drugged again as my brain just couldn't comprehend what was happening. Moving I tried to turn over only to find that I couldn't move as my hands and feet were tied. And I was in an all too familiar position. I was tied to Undertaker's symbol.

The soft tread of feet moved towards me. Straining my ears I listened to their progress. I didn't ask if it was him, nor did I beg. If he'd done this it must be for a reason and who was I to ask what it was. A hand touched my foot and started moving up my leg. I relaxed at the familiar touch of my master. He moved up until he was standing beside my head. His hand brushed over my face, fingers gently brushing the hair from my forehead.

He started chanting quietly under his voice as his hand moved down to rest on my chest. His fingers flexed gently letting me know he'd felt my heart quicken. The chant rose is volume but as he was speaking Latin I couldn't understand him. The chant reached a crescendo and then there was silence.

Liquid was suddenly poured into my eyes catching me by surprise. I blinked furiously to try and clear it but whatever it was wouldn't go. After the shock wore off I realised that it wasn't hurting so I relaxed slightly. Whatever it was, was cool, pleasantly so. I opened my mouth to ask Undertaker what it was but the pain in my eyes cut off my breath.

The gentle cool feeling suddenly turned into heat then freezing cold then back to heat. As my back arched in pain his hand pushed me back down. I was desperate to rub at my eyes but as they were tied I settled for digging my nails into my palms to take my mind off the pain.

With each fresh wave of pain I thought `it can't get any worse'. But it did. In self-defence my body started shutting down. My struggles grew weaker with each passing second until all I could do was lie there whimpering slightly.

Undertaker's mouth covered mine, swallowing my last cry of agony as a sudden blinding flash of white light exploded behind my eyes. It would have been nice then to pass out and escape it all but the pain eased and I was left lying there totally drained of energy.

Undertaker's lips continued to move on mine, coaxing a response out of my weary body. Once he got the response he was looking for he pulled away leaving me to groan at the loss. His hands moved to loosen my binds and with one easy move he swept me up into his arms. As he walked through the house I rested my head against his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart.

My eyes opened to the bright light of morning. Looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. Undertaker groaned as I stretched against him. His sleep disturbed he rolled onto his back and with a sigh he settled back into a deep sleep.

I watched him for a while. With sleep smoothing out his features he looked younger. Smiling I brushed his hair out of his face. The sun glittered off the dark auburn strands as they shifted through my fingers. His lips curved in a sleepy smile as I brushed a feather light kiss over his soft lips before I made my way downstairs to make breakfast for him.

I don't think it was until I was standing at the door watching the birds chasing each other around the garden that I realised that I could see. Maybe I hadn't noticed before because of some drugs left in my system or maybe it was the tiredness from the ritual. Who knows? But once it started to sink in I sank to the floor in shock

Everything my eyes fell upon looked so new and wonderful. I sat there for quite some time just drinking in all the sights before I remembered that I'd been making breakfast. Gathering everything together I made my way back upstairs.

He'd moved at last but only so he could spread himself over the bed. Seeing how much room he was taking up with his arms and legs spread out I was surprised that he was even capable of sharing a bed without accidentally knocking the other person to the floor. Putting down the tray of food I approached the bed to wake him up.

I nearly laughed out loud at his next move. His fingers swept over the mattress, a small frown puckering his brow as he gave a soft moan. Hand finding the pillow my head had been resting on he turned on his side and hugged it to his chest. A position he liked to hold me in. As sleep started to loose its hold he turned again, this time onto his back and hugged the pillow to his chest.

As I sat down beside him his hand moved and landed on my knee. I checked his face but he was still asleep, even when he suddenly threw the pillow across the room he didn't wake. Giving in to temptation I touched his face. As my fingers traced over the familiar features I closed my eyes and used touch alone to `see' him.

My touch finally woke him up and his hand touched my face matching me stroke for stroke. I'm not sure why I did it but, and at first I didn't even mean to, but my eyes stayed blank and unseeing as I turned to him. There was such a look of disappointment on his face as his eyes searched my face. With his other hand he rubbed his face and brushed the thick length of his hair back off his brow as he gave a deep sigh.

Standing up I made my way to where I'd left his breakfast. Realising what a dangerous game I was playing I tried to think of a way out of my predicament without annoying him. Distracted by my thoughts I automatically sidestepped around an abandoned shoe as I walked across the room.

Swallowing nervously I backed up as he threw back the covers and stalked towards me. He wasn't happy with what I'd done but neither was he at the stage where punishment would be severe. Running would have been the worst mistake I could have made but, luckily, I was too caught up with how utterly magnificent he looked naked to do anything stupid like running.

Looking more than a little sheepish I nodded my head then let out a startled squeal as he picked me up and threw me onto the bed. His body quickly followed and there was no talking for quite some time.

Wondering where that question had suddenly come from I looked up from where I lay spread over his body. He lay looking at the ceiling as he waited for my answer. "If to `love you' means that I would willingly give my life for you and I'd happily kill anyone who caused you harm? And if it means that every second I'm with you gives me more joy than I thought possible and every second we're apart makes me want to die? Then yes, I love you. And I'm sorry if you don't like or want that but I don't think that even you can change the way I feel."

"Maybe. I was only planning on punishing you that first night but you were stubborn. I've seen men breakdown and beg for mercy after only one lash of the whip but not you." He gave a soft chuckle as he stoked a hand down my spine. "Then I sensed the hatred burning inside you. A hatred I understood, a hatred I could use."

"Okay." I picked up the tray. The crockery shook when it suddenly dawned on me that he'd answered a question I hadn't asked. His face was plastered with a secretive smile of his own as I turned to face him. `Are you reading my thoughts?' I asked with my mind. His smile turned innocent so I decided that he must have just guessed. Shrugging I started for the door again.

His soft chuckle followed me as I made my way back down the stairs. As I pottered around making drinks for the both of us he sat at the table and watched my every move. Although he'd said he didn't read minds too often, every thought that came to my mind I couldn't help wondering if he was reading it.

"Oh." Putting his drink down in front of him I sat opposite him with my own. "What are we going to do about my job? I should think that even those idiots might have noticed that they're a driver down by now."

"I don't want you to spy on him… just take care of him for me." He ran an agitated hand through his hair. "I don't trust this `girlfriend' of his. She's bad news and I want you to keep an eye on him. Be his friend. He needs one."

"I'm not sure if he'll let me." I ran my hand through my own hair and sat back with a sigh, trying to order my thoughts. "Even before all this he was always quiet when I drove him anywhere. He was nice though, always sat in the front with me rather than isolating himself in the back. But lately he tries his best to get out of even been near me." There was a small frown on his face as he digested my information. "I'll do my best. I just don't know if I'll have much luck."

He was walking across the car park towards the arena when he saw me. Stopping dead in his tracks he tilted his head to one side as he stared at me. It was hard to tell with the distance, and his mask, between us but I thought I saw him smile slightly. Suddenly a frown crossed his eyes and he struck off towards another door, making sure to give me a wide birth.

The next time I saw him it was after the show had finished and he was exiting the arena with Tori. She was all over him like a rash but with every step she grew more and more distant until they looked like they just happened to be walking in the same direction.

Pulling my cap down to hide my face I hunkered down in my seat until they were in the back of my car. As he sat down he stiffened as he realised that I was the driver. Before he could reach for the door I set the car in motion. Sitting back he folded his arms across his chest, a stubborn expression crossing his eyes.

I kept driving, just hoping that by just been there he would relax around me. It worked and his body started to physically unwind. His hands came up to his face to stroke his mask. It was a sign of tiredness, no different than anyone else doing it. Tori though obviously thought he was going to remove his mask.

The panic was obvious in her voice and at that moment I would have willingly torn her heart out for causing the hurt look in Kane's eyes that I saw as his met mine in the rear-view mirror. His hands fell back to his lap. Turning his back on Tori he stared out of the side window for the rest of the journey.

With a sigh of relief I dropped Tori off first. I was disappointed but not surprised when Kane stayed in the back rather than joining me in the front. I tried talking to him, just small talk. How had his match gone? How was he? Just the usual questions but he refused to answer any of them.

I couldn't understand what was wrong with him. What had I done to make him act this way? I was puzzled but not angry. In a way I'd always thought of him as, at least a friend, but more like a brother. Especially now that I had my strange, spy / slave / lover, relationship with his big brother.

I picked Kane up when Tori betrayed him. Or maybe that should be, he picked me up. I drove them both to the arena that day and as usual he was quiet. I just wished that Tori could have followed his example but instead she kept babbling away inanely. I ignored her as much as possible and I noticed that Kane did the same.

I was sitting in my car sipping on a very welcome hot drink when the passenger door was thrown open. The cold night air rushed in to replaced the warmth I'd been trying so hard to keep in. My protest at been disturbed died unborn when I saw the look in Kane's eyes. Without waiting for any instructions I started the car and drove.

The cries that came from him were heartbreaking and almost inhuman, a guttural roar of anger and despair all rolled into one. But not once did he mention Tori. The only names he spoke were those of his brother and his father.

I stopped the car ready to ask him to leave but then he did something strange. Stripping the glove off his hand he reached out and patted the side of my face. The memories came flooding back in a tidal wave of emotion at his touch.

Grabbing his hand I held it against my face and closed my eyes. Bringing his hand down I studied it closely. The pads weren't callused because he wore the glove most of the time which kept the skin from been damaged. The `strange' feel to the back of his hand was caused by scar tissue from the fire. My fingers stroked over it, following the path of the damage to where it disappeared under the cuff of his costume. He stopped my curious fingers from investigating further.

My heart broke for the little boy he once was. Having to go through so much pain with no family to comfort him. His head tilted as he looked into my eyes and his eyes showed his surprise that I wasn't pulling away in disgust.

He agreed with me and before long I was pulling up outside of Paul's house. Having already received a call from Undertaker he was outside waiting for us. Now that he was here Kane looked at me with uncertainty clouding his eyes.

As Kane stepped from the car Paul finally stopped wringing his hands together. Both of them just stood there and looked at each other. Each wanting desperately to make the first move yet both scared of making the wrong one. Taking one last look at me Kane squared his shoulders and walked towards his father.

That was all Paul needed to see. They met halfway and Paul flung his arms around his son, a move that shocked Kane for a few seconds. But it wasn't long before he was hugging his father back. There was definitely going to be a few bruised ribs before they made it into the house.

I brushed away a tear as I watched them walk inside together. Willing at last to mend their relationship. I just hoped that it wouldn't be too long before they were ready to talk to Undertaker. Whether they were willing to admit it or not they needed each other.

If you thought that in pairs they were powerful… Undertaker and Paul, Paul and Kane or Undertaker and Kane, any combination… well can you imagine the devastation they'll cause as a complete unit. Just the thought of it makes me shiver and I'm on the same side as them.

Deciding to give them a couple of hours before moving on, just in case they couldn't get along, I settled myself down in the back seat, poured myself another drink and talked to Undertaker on the phone.

"Why? Missing me?" I smiled at the growl that vibrated down the phone line and rumbled against my ear. "I'm missing you." I whispered down the line. We teased each other knowing there wasn't a damn thing we could do about our frustration until I was back home. Which, with my busy schedule, wasn't possible for a couple of weeks. "Can't you just sneak out here? I'll hide you in my room." He chuckled at the hopeful tone of my voice.

My drink nearly leapt out of my hand when the door opened right beside me. I'd been that engrossed in my conversation with Undertaker that I hadn't noticed Kane coming back to the car. Undertaker started shouting down the phone asking what was wrong.

"It's okay, Kane just took me by surprise." Kane looked contrite that he'd scared me but he also didn't seem to like the fact that I was talking to Undertaker. "You haven't finished already have you?" My heart sank in disappointment at the thought.

"All he asked me to do was be there for Kane as a friend." His head tilted in query. "Do you want me to call him and ask what he wants?" At his nod I punched Undertaker's number into my cell phone. Kane plucked the phone from my fingers. Knowing how lewd `Taker was prone to be when it was me calling him I tried to grab the phone off him. "No! Give it back!" With one hand Kane blocked my every attempt. I sank down in my seat and buried by head in my hands as Kane tilted his head and gave me a speculative look as he listened to Undertaker answer the phone.

He didn't say anything to Undertaker, just listened for a few minutes then handed the phone back to me. Bringing the phone up to my ear I listened as Undertaker finished telling me what he wanted to do the next time we saw each other. I flushed in embarrassment knowing that Kane had heard.

"Okay." He chuckled. "Last time. Now pay attention. Until I say otherwise you work for them. I'm not going to ask what's going on between them or anything like that. But keep an ear to the ground where DX is concerned. Okay?"

I hung up the phone. My body was fairly quaking with anticipation and I could feel the wide grin spread across my face. I had to get back to my motel room, the quicker the better. "I've got to go… Do you want me to pick you up in the morning?" Lifting my head I found that they had moved and were standing directly in front of me. And they were too close. "What's going on?"

Paul started rubbing his hands together and the look on his face was the same one he'd worn when he and Undertaker had taken me from my motel room. Kane folded his arms across his chest. Because of his mask his expression was impossible to read but his eyes were cold and his body language clearly stated that he wanted no arguments from me.

"What're you going to do?" I tried scooting one way along the settee then the other but they just shifted their stance and blocked my moves. As they moved though it created a small gap between them which I quickly took advantage of. Launching myself between them I made a dash for the door. Reaching it I fumbled desperately with the locks on the door. The house was in the middle of nowhere why did he need so many damn locks?

Finally I threw back the last bolt and undid the last chain. Grabbing the handle with sweaty palms I tried the door. Locked. My eyes swept up and down looking for the bolt or chain that I'd missed. There, the one at the top. It didn't move.

Spinning around I pressed my back against the hard wood of the door and stared at them in panic. They hadn't even moved. They'd known that I couldn't get out so there had been no reason to chase after me.

Shaking my head in denial I looked around for another way out. There had to be a back door to this place. There was another door across the room that led further into the house but to get to it I'd have to pass close to them. Could I make it?

"Let me go." Kane shook his head. "You heard `Taker, I'm not here to spy on you." He tilted his head slightly. "Please. Let me go." Kane tugged hard on his glove then slowly pointed to the seat I'd vacated. I shook my head and pressed firmly back against the door. There was no way I was going to cooperate with whatever they'd got planned for me.

In a way I was afraid that they would do to me what `Taker had done. And I was deadly afraid that they would succeed just has he had. `Taker was my master, my love, my everything and I didn't want that to change.

Kane shared a look with his father then he started walking slowly towards me. His arms were relaxed at his side trying to show that he wouldn't hurt me. His body moved with the same animal grace that Undertaker's did. Deceptively calm but ready to explode into action at any moment. Stopping less than a foot away he held my eyes with his, and held out his hand palm up.

I looked at his hand then up into his eyes. Taking his hand I let him lead me back to the settee. He was the brother of the man I loved, my friend and my rescuer. I trusted him with my life and I guess I was about to prove it.

Kane's hands guided me until I was lying down on the settee. Sitting beside me he grasped my head between his hands. I tried to stay calm but as his fingers spread out behind my head the pain started.

I struggled against Kane's grip, my hands pulling weakly on his wrists. Paul grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. His mouth moved as his tried to say something to me but the noise in my head made hearing impossible. My mouth opened on a scream as the pain intensified but either no sound came out or I just couldn't hear it.

Not that it would have made much difference. I could tell by the look in Kane's eyes that he had no intention of stopping no matter what I did. And that was the last thing I saw before I collapsed under the pain, Kane's eyes staring intently into mine.

I staggered up to my motel room door. Looking at the cheap wooden door I tried desperately to remember two things; where I'd put my key and how I'd even gotten to my motel room? The answers to both question eluded my aching brain. Giggling slightly I leant back against the door.

Trying to regain my composure I took a deep calming breath and released it slowly. Watching with fascination as my breath formed a cloud in the cold night air. I was just thinking how pretty the motel sign looked, even with the `M' missing, when my world suddenly tilted as the door was opened behind me.

From my new position, flat on my back with my legs still outside the room, I stared up into Undertaker's angry green eyes. "Hi." I waved my hand at him and started giggling again. He was obviously furious as his hands were planted firmly on his hips and all I could do was lie there laughing.

He sounded so disgusted that I nearly laughed again. "Am not. Never been more sober in my life." I tried to sound dignified, which is difficult when you're flat out at someone's feet, but my words came out slurred. Turning over I crawled into the room and used his legs to pull myself up. Suddenly I was face to face with him as he hoisted me off the ground. Taking a quick sniff of my breath to check for alcohol he placed my feet back on the ground. Swaying drunkenly I threw my arms around his waist and held on for dear life. "Why does the room keep spinning?"

"Two? But…?" Pushing away from his body I tried to order my thoughts. "I was talking to you… I told them I'd got to go but…" `Taker's hands came up and cupped the back of my head. With a cry of fear I yanked myself from his grasp as the memory of searing pain came flooding back.

"Yes." Hands shaking I gripped the front of his shirt. "`Taker what did he do to me? Why can't I remember?" Pulling me close he held me while I cried. Pulling back I wiped at the wet patches on his shirt. "I got you all wet… sorry." Looking up into his eyes I saw a concerned expression cross his face just before everything faded away and I collapsed.

I awoke to the sound of Undertaker shouting but as it didn't seem to be directed at me I just stayed where I was while I tried to remember just where I was. I was in a bed but it wasn't Undertaker's so I wasn't at home. Faded wallpaper, stained ceiling and the sound of traffic? Must be in a motel room. But if I was in a motel room why was Undertaker here?

"She's stubborn all right. But that's something that you should have remembered about her Paul. I didn't spend so long trying to `convert' her for the fun of it. Damn it you could have killed her!"

Caught out I opened the door. Kane and Paul were sitting on the settee looking very sorry for themselves. Undertaker was in the only other chair in the room. Kane stood to offer me his seat but in a show of his control over me Undertaker offered me his hand and made me sit on his lap. He swallowed hard as I made myself comfortable with a lot of wiggling.

A combination of his lips, breath, moustache and beard brushing my ear had a shiver running from head to foot and back again. Paul looked discretely away but Kane was looking at us with undisguised interest. If Undertaker had seen Kane looking, and I was sure he must have, he didn't say anything.

I lay cradled in `Taker's firm embrace while they continued their conversation and helped me fill in my missing memory. His hands stroked over my arms and legs while mine played with the soft length of his hair and stroked his chest.

After I'd come too at Paul's. Kane, not wanting to hurt me further, had refused to try again. Seeing how unsteady I was on my feet they had dropped my off outside the motel and gone home. They hadn't even realised until Undertaker phoned them just how bad I'd been. `Taker hadn't been lying when he'd said that they could have killed me.

With a gentle touch and no pain whatsoever `Taker did what they'd failed to do and created a link between Kane and I. As he tested it out a startled look crossed Kane's eyes then he smiled gently in understanding, leaving me wondering what he'd read in my mind.

Not long after that they both got ready to leave. Kane stood in front of me with his head bent low in shame. His hair fell about his face in soft curls hiding his eyes from my gaze.

"There's nothing to forgive but, if it makes you feel any better, I forgive you. How could I not? You were there when I needed you even though you knew I belonged to him." I pointed at `Taker, who was having an animated conversation with Paul. Wrapping my arms around Kane's waist I gave him a hug to show him that everything was all right. He relaxed into my embrace then suddenly stiffened and pulled away. A glance at `Taker showed a scowl on his face as he looked at the two of us together.

"Don't you dare forget who she belongs to." Kane looked `Taker in the eye and shook his head. "And you better take care of her for me when I'm not there. Good slaves are so hard to come by." They shared a smile and `Taker slapped his brother playfully on the shoulder.

Undertaker followed me back into the room. I stood with my back too him, mapping his progress with my ears rather than my eyes. I liked to do that as it kept all my senses sharp. The door clicked shut and bolts were drawn with the faint grind of metal on metal. The sound of boots, first on wood then on carpet as he moved up behind me. The heat of his body as he stopped behind me. So close that I could hear his breathing, feel the brush of his shirt against my back and smell his aftershave rising from his body.

Any smart remark I was about to make was lost as he threw me over his shoulder and, seconds later, threw me down onto the bed. His chest heaving in anticipation he quickly followed me down onto the bed.

A week later Kane and Paul arrived to pick me up ready to go back on the road. I was all packed ready to leave as Paul pulled the car to a halt outside the room but I didn't want to go. My days and nights with `Taker had been such utter bliss that I didn't want them to end. Wrapping my arms around his waist I sighed into his chest.

"I know." I stroked his face. Even the brush of stubble under my hand was enough to reawaken my desire for him. "Guess I'm just missing you already." His eyes turned smoky with passion. Our lips met for one last heated kiss. Our bodies pressed hard against each other, trying to become one.

Our lips reluctantly parted with one last nibble of teeth. He grazed his teeth down the side of my neck been careful not to leave any bite marks for people to ask questions about. I wished he would mark me though, leave his brand on me for all to see. Lips curving into a smile as he read my thoughts he kept his eyes locked with mine as he brought my wrist to his lips. My pulse beat against his lips as he sucked on the flesh hard enough to leave a love bite.

"For now." I looked at the mark on my wrist wishing that I did have a more permanent mark. A picture flashed into my head, the image so clear that I could see every detail even with my eyes closed.

Turning me around he swatted playfully at my backside for my impertinence and pushed me gently towards Kane. "There you go… all yours." He wagged a playful finger and gave Kane a stern look. "You take care of her brother. I've grown rather fond on her… and don't forget who she belongs to."

Reaching the car I found that Paul was reluctant to give up the drivers seat. "Paul it's supposed to be my job." Finally I gave in. "Okay, okay, you can drive. Just let me know when you want me to take over." Climbing into the back with Kane I watched Undertaker as he stood in the doorway as Paul drove us away. Turning back only when I couldn't see him anymore. Swallowing back the tears I settled back in the seat.

"Have I loved him? Ever since I first saw him walk down to the ring in 1991. There was just something about him that drew me too him." I could remember it as though it were yesterday; that giant redhead making his slow and silent walk down to the ring. The way he totally dominated his opponents that night and every night since. Every move he made, in and outside the ring, had my pulse racing. It never mattered to me whether he was a fan favourite or not. Nothing could change my feelings for him. Even when he was torturing me I still loved him.

"He hasn't asked… and I haven't said anything but I suppose that doesn't mean that he hasn't read my mind." Kane took my hand in his in a soothing gesture. I know he'd read my thoughts and knew exactly how I felt about his brother.

I lay my head against his shoulder and played with his fingers. He was such a gentle, caring man and in a way I wished I'd met him before I'd seen Undertaker as I felt it would be so easy to fall in love with him.

Laughing at the hint of panic in his voice I pressed a quick kiss to a bit of his jaw not covered by his mask. "Don't worry, he knows the truth. I did see him first and I belong to him and him alone."

Kane and Paul had taken the week off, as they wanted to make a grand entrance. We drove to the arena early and scouted things out, planning how they were going to get into the arena without anyone spotting them.

We arranged to meet up later that night to finalise all the details before the show. I made my way to a building I'd spotted on the way into the town. It wasn't much to look at from the outside, only the sign above gave away what went on inside. Sucking in a breath I opened the door and stepped inside.

It was nothing like I'd expected a tattoo parlour to be. In fact it was large, roomy and brightly lit, more like an art gallery. Photographs of tattoos graced the walls. Beautiful in their intricacy while on a table lay folders containing flash art. The photographs drew my attention and I stood there in fascination.

Sitting down beside her in one of the easy chairs scattered around I did as she'd said. Closing my eyes I blocked out everything else and concentrated. The picture was there as soon as I closed my eyes as clear as the first time. The words flowed easily as if they were been forced out.

After I assured her that I completely serious I then set about persuading her to fit me in as soon as possible. With a laugh she finally admitted that she was free for the rest of the day. Normally she made people wait so that they were sure that a tattoo was what they wanted.

That night Kane and Paul made their return to the WWF. For Kane it was only a week, for Paul it was a return after nearly six months away. With my natural ability to `blend in' I managed to sneak them in without been challenged by anyone.

I watched the end of the show from the back of the arena. I can't even remember now exactly what was going on in the ring. I know that DX was there and they were beating someone up. But I was lost in my anticipation of what was about to happen.

The arena lights went out. The crowd fell silent and the fight in the ring stopped. A figure appeared at the top of the ramp. Paul stepped forward. The crowd cheered at the sight of him. Grinning from ear to ear Paul tugged on the front of his jacket.

The stage behind him exploded with a deafening bang and a flash of red. Paul turned to watch as his son strode determinedly towards him. They walked to the ring together and Paul stood back and watched as Kane stepped over the top rope, a move that had a few women in the audience sighing and fanning themselves. Within a matter of seconds Kane had cleared out the ring. Paul stood in front of him as Kane brought his arms up then snapped them back down. Red fire erupted from the turnbuckles. The flames shooting higher than I'd ever seen them.

I left them early the next day for my second appointment at the tattoo parlour. Taking a look at my back she was amazed to find that there was none of the redness that was normally there after having a tattoo.

It was late by the time I got back to my motel room armed with a jar of cream and instructions on how to take care of my now completed tattoo. Looking in the mirror at the shop while getting dressed I was captivated by just how stunning it was. The sheer beauty of it made all the pain I'd felt worthwhile.

A warrior with long dark auburn hair blowing back in a breeze was standing tall and proud while he surveyed his kingdom. His posture and the expression on his face daring anyone to try and take what was his. The warrior was obviously `Taker right down to the clothes and the tattoos on his arms.

Closing the door behind me I made my way to the bedroom. I froze in shock when a giant shadow moved in the seat beside the bed. The figure moved and the weak bulb in the lamp by the bed illuminated the form of Undertaker.

There was a strange tone to his voice that I couldn't quite place. Every muscle in his big body was corded with tension and his hands had a death grip on the arms of the chair he was sitting in. The wood groaned in protest as his hands tightened even more.

Turning my back to him I undid my blouse and let it slowly fall from my shoulders and drift to the floor where it lay forgotten at my feet. Was he angry that I'd got a tattoo without his permission?

His chair creaked as he stood. A quiver of fear snaked up and down my spine as he moved closer. Fighting the desire to run I stayed where I was and waited to see what he would do with me.

His fingers trailed over my skin. The rough pads outlining the tattoo that took up most of my back. He gave a sudden growl of annoyance that made me jump in fright. Brushing passed me he snapped on the main light.

I complied with his instructions but I teased him and stripped slowly. His deep growls were music to my ears. Teasing a man with a temper like his is a dangerous game to play but knowing what the outcome was likely to be I felt like living dangerously.

Once I was naked he kept throwing me instructions; stand there; bend over; turn. His hands were there moving me into the desired position as his hands and eyes ran over my tattoo. His chest was heaving with every breath, nostrils flared with desire. And oh, the look in his eyes. I'd never seen them so dark with desire. Fists clenched at his sides he tried to keep a reign on his body.

Our passion for each other temporarily sated we lay spooned together as usual. `Taker's hands ran over my back again as he, once again, checked out my tattoo. If I'd known that getting a tattoo would do that to him I'd have got one sooner.

"Imagined?" Rolling until I was lying on his chest I looked down into his smiling green eyes and narrowed mine at him in suspicion, wondering if he somehow planted a suggestion in my mind.

"No nothing like that." He tweaked my nose, which had me frowning at him in mock annoyance. "I was reading you when the picture popped into your head and knowing you like I do I knew you'd get it done."

"Well unless you plan on calling me a liar?" He arched an eyebrow. "You'll just have to take what I say as the truth." He wrapped his arm tightly around me for a few seconds then suddenly dumped be down to the mattress as he leapt from the bed. "I'm hungry. You got anything to eat around here?"

"Men. Always thinking about your bellies." I bounced my way off the bed and threw him a smirk as he threw a quick frown my way. He beat me to the shower but been in a generous mood he let me share. Although I think it was so he wouldn't have to do anything for himself.

Food became a priority again when my stomach growled in protest as I was pulling on my trousers. "Right food. Well I've got nothing in but there are a couple of cafés around here. I'll drop you off at one if you want?" Reaching for a loose fitting top I plotted out the distances between the cafés in the area. His eyes lit up at the mention of his favourite one in the area. "I'll drop you there and head over to one across the street. If I remember they do one hell of a breakfast."

"Hold on." He sat me back down on the bed before I could pull on my top and picked up the tub of cream from the tattoo parlour. "You need to put some of this on first. It'll be too difficult to reach it yourself so I'll do it for you."

A groan escaped my lips as he soothed the cool cream over my back. His hands moved slowly and gently over me as he rubbed it into my flesh. A kiss to the back of my neck had my spine turning to jelly. He rubbed his chin against my shoulder and brushed his lips against my ear.

Parking up the car I waited for a couple of minutes before making my way to the café I'd picked. The place was packed but I managed to find a quiet corner to sit and eat. Wanting to be left alone I sat with a newspaper spread across the table. Unfortunately there are certain people who either can't or don't want to take a hint.

A plate full of food landed with a thump in the middle of my paper. My glare of annoyance turned into a smile when I saw who'd interrupted me. "Hi Mick." I folded up my paper and cleared a space for him. It wasn't long before he had me in stitches as he entertained me with stories of his time on the road.

"Vibrating phone." Yanking the phone from my pocket I read the message from `Taker while Mick chuckled softly. "And I don't want to read about it in your next book else I'm comin' after you." Wagging my finger at him in mock warning I kissed him softly on the cheek and went to find `Taker.

Controlling my start of surprise I walked into the alley beside the café. `Taker was there leaning nonchalantly against the wall with his hands tucked into the pockets of his black leather jacket. Standing in front of him I wrapped my arms around his waist feeling the hard set of his body. He was annoyed about something.

"That wasn't a kiss." His eyebrow arched up over the top of his sunglasses. "This is a kiss." Tunnelling my fingers through his hair I cupped the back of his head and pulled his face towards mine. Pressing my lips to his I lost myself in the feel and taste of my Master.

He pulled slowly back and grasping the tops of my arms in his huge fists he held me away from his body. With the look on his face I swallowed in dread thinking I'd crossed the line. A completely devilish smirk crossed his face, his lips quirking up. His tongue snaked out and he licked his lips as though savouring my taste.

He jerked me hard against his body. Even through his glasses I could see the passion in his eyes. A passion that I'd put there. A thrill ran through me at the thought. His lips swooped down over mine and I was incapable of further thought.

"I know. It's too risky." Just our trip back to the car had shown us how tricky things could be. The amount of alleys and doorways we'd had to dodge in and out of had to be seen to be believed.

The problem was that as much as we wanted to be together we couldn't be seen by anyone that would recognise us. And although people were unlikely to pay much attention to me, just been near `Taker meant that pictures would be taken and attention would be paid.

"Do you know when you'll be back on the road?" Sitting up in bed I leant forward and hugged my knees. His hand moved over my back again. The callused pads of his fingers traced the edges of the work creating shivers of delight to run down my spine.

"Huh?" A hand appeared over my shoulder and a jar of cream was waved under my nose. I lay face down on the bed and revelled in the feel of my Master's hands as he smoothed the cream into my back.

"Definitely. After all… who else can I get to rub my cream in. Unless of course I ask Kane." So saying, and with a growl following me, I dashed out of the room. Blowing him a kiss and wiggling my fingers teasingly in his direction I climbed into my car and went to pick up Kane and Paul.

I knew I was playing a dangerous game teasing him like that. And I also knew that the next time I saw him I'd have to pay for it. But it'd be a challenge to see if I could make him forget about any punishment before he got around to it.

Kane tilted his head questioningly at me when I arrived at the hotel. He held onto his question until we were out of the town with nothing but miles and miles of dusty road ahead. Paul was in the back listening to his favourite country music while Kane was sitting beside me in the front.

Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Kane's head tilt once more as he looked me up and down. His finger touched my cheek as they grew even redder. Judging by the look of innocence in his eyes I had the feeling that nothing had ever happened between Tori and him. Maybe with no one. Not wanting to hurt his feelings I didn't ask. Paul, however, dove straight in.

"That hussy's never waited for anything in her life." Realising at last that he put his foot in it Paul placed a consoling hand on his son's shoulder. "Oh… Kane. I don't know what to say."

He barely let the car stop before he was out and striding off across a field. Shooting Paul a dirty look I climbed out and set off after him. My calls for him to slow down were ignored and his long legs quickly left me far behind.

"There you are." I puffed to a halt beside him. "Wow!" He'd certainly found a beautiful spot to think. A shady grove with a stream running through it. Sunlight filtered through the leaves in the trees and danced on the water. "You okay?

"This isn't going to be easy for me. I've never been very good at giving advise, so bear with me okay." His head turned slightly in my direction. "I don't know if it was all a plot by DX or if they got to her but I know this. Tori is a grade A, first class, bona fide fool. She had you and she threw it all away, and for what? X-Pac? For the life of me I'll never understand why." He tapped the side of his mask. "If you weren't so damn big I'd smack you around the head!" I fumed. "Listen. You will find someone. Someone that will love you for who you are. Someone that deserves you. It'll just take time."

A deer stepped daintily from the bush. Dipping its head it started drinking from the stream. Head lifting it scented the air and starred directly at us. Deciding that we were no threat it went back to its drink.

Drinking its fill it moved back into the bush. Kane's mask was nearly off his face from the grin that was plastered over his face. "Don't think I've ever seen one that close before." Taking his hand I stood and pulled him to his feet. "Feeling better?" He nodded his head even as his eyes kept drifting back to where the deer had been. "Ready to go?"

That night I found out what Kane wanted to know. Sneaking quietly through the backstage area I made my way to the DX dressing room. I'd made it that far but how I was going to get in and find anything out was another thing.

There was a sudden clatter from the dressing room and a lot of raucous laughter. The door crashed against the wall and one of the backstage crew came out looking very wet and bedraggled.

A quick glance around showed that they were talking to me. It couldn't have been more perfect. Finding them some more cold drinks I made my way back to the dressing room. Once I was in they soon forgot I was even there and carried on with their conversations.

Before I gave into the temptation to attack them myself I sneaked out of the room and went to find Kane. The way he'd been used by DX and the people he'd thought he could trust had Kane's temper rising higher than I'd ever seen. And by the look in Paul's eyes he'd never seen him so angry either.

X-Pac, Tori and any member of DX that got in Kane's way would have hell to pay. And with his anger running so hot I didn't believe for one second that just one beating would satisfy him.

I'd spotted the `DX Express' leaving while I was chatting with the other drivers. It's a great way to keep up with the latest gossip. Been used to vehicles coming and going we carried on talking not realising what was going down until Jim Dotson came running over.

With a niggling sense of dread I stood back while the other drivers started arguing. I kept an ear on the conversation but kept out of it. DX's was involved with a number of feuds lately and any one of them could be the reason for Jim's panic. Rock, Rikishi, Too Cool, Mick Foley or Kane. My dread nearly became an all out panic with Jim's next words.

"They locked Kane and Paul in the baggage compartment and had the driver take them God knows where. And you lot can't even tell your left from your right!?! If you do remember which way it went be sure to let me know." Shaking his head in disgust Jim turned and went back into the building.

I wanted to leave and see if I couldn't catch up with the coach but there were too many people around and my leaving would just attract attention. Praying that Paul had his phone with him I stayed where I was. Within a matter of minutes the DX Express rolled back up.

"It's not the same driver." Leaving them to ponder my statement I quietly made my way to where the coach had pulled up. I was right, different driver and I was betting a different coach. I jumped and snatched my phone from my pocket. Great idea vibrating phones no silly ringing noises but one hell of a shock when they go off.

"Take care and call me if you find out where you are." I hoped that whatever DX had planned to draw Mick outside wouldn't take too long. I dreaded to think what they had in store for Kane and Paul once the coach stopped.

It wasn't long after that when Mick was lured outside by Triple H and attacked by the rest of DX. As the coach left I was following at a discreet distance. As we left the city another DX Express passed us heading towards the arena with yet another driver at the wheel. "Damn it, who're they after now?" Whoever it was would have to fend for themselves as I had more pressing matters on my mind. Finding Kane and Paul were my main priority and if I could help Mick as well, so much the better.

The road grew bumpier and bumpier with every mile. And I grew more and more concerned at the lack of contact from Paul or Kane. What had been waiting for them at the end of their journey? The rain started then, not a fine drizzle but the huge spots that come with a thunderstorm. It quickly grew so heavy that driving started to become dangerous. An impenetrable curtain of water punctuated by deafening booms of thunders and blinding flashes of lightning.

The coach slowed up ahead then suddenly sped off again. A flash of lightning illuminated the reason for the coach slowing. A huge figure in red and black propping up a shorter figure as they trudged along the roadside. Breathing a grateful sigh of relief I pulled up alongside them. Kane peered at me from under his hair as the rain ran off his mask. His eyes were blank for a few seconds then they lit up as he realised that help had finally arrived. Climbing in they slumped back wearily in their seats.

"No need to now." I was going to ask if they minded me going after Mick. God knows what I'd have done if they'd said no. Mick had always been one of my favourites. That gruff exterior hid such a gentle, caring man that was a delight to know. "What happened to your phone?"

A familiar figure with a familiar, almost painful to watch, gait could be seen up ahead trudging its way towards us. Seeing a car heading his way Mick stuck out a thumb and grinned a toothless grin. Pulling up alongside him I rolled down the window.

Mick stuck his head through the window and glanced inside. "Hi guys." With a broad smile he climbed in beside Paul. "Wild night huh?" He grinned at Paul and Kane then shook his head, spraying everyone with water. "Remind me to thank `Taker next time I see the big guy." Leaning over Mick patted me on the shoulder.

I shared a troubled look with Paul. How in the hell did Mick know? "Undertaker? What are you on about Mick?" Mick gave me a look that made me feel ashamed. I sighed knowing that I couldn't lie to him. "Okay I work for `Taker. Just don't tell anyone Mick, please."

I blushed in embarrassment then breathed a quiet sigh of relief as Mick started rummaging around in the fridge without making any more comments. They all started talking about how they'd explain everything without including me. As I dropped him off at his motel room I gave him a kiss on the cheek and thanked him.

Before I could protest he walked away muttering something about `hip cat's in love', his voice switching over to one of his other alter egos, Dude Love. His motel room door closed to a cry of "Ow... have mercy!"

`Big Earl?' I couldn't believe it when Mick came up with that story to explain why they'd managed to make it to the show. I know we asked him not to mention me to anyone but all the same `Big Earl'?

You know… you weren't very good at following me. I spotted you from day one. I didn't do anything about it because I was having fun giving you the slip. The only time it annoyed me was yesterday.

I picked Paul and Kane up from the arena as usual that night and drove around to shake off any fans following them. At precisely the prearranged time I drew up and picked up Undertaker. Everything was silent for a time as I drove around.

The car swerved slightly as I saw Kane pointing at me. Undertaker growled and lunged for Kane. Wrapping his hands around Kane's throat he pinned his brother back in the seat. Leaning close he ignored Paul as he tugged on his arm and snarled in Kane's face.

Undertaker's body relaxed that last little bit and he nodded his head. "It's not easy. And you'll have to do most of the work. But yes, I'll help. And I'm sure that once you find the right woman you'll find it's a very satisfying relationship all round. Isn't that right?"

"Yes that's… Damn it!" While looking at him in the rear-view mirror I spotted the car following us. I was angry that I hadn't seen it sooner. "I'm sorry Master, we're been followed." I hoped he wouldn't be too disappointed in me for my lapse.

It was easy to carry out his wishes. I sped the car up gradually, couldn't let you get suspicious. Do you remember when you turned to the left? Well, we were parked in an alley on the other side of the street watching you.

Even though it's been so many years since I'd last seen you I did recognise you and I told them everything about you. Once he saw you and heard about you he decided that he wanted you. Undertaker agreed and asked me to arrange it for him.

It was so easy I was almost disappointed in you. All it took was one phone call and you came rushing right round. Unfortunately, there was a glitch. You were so interested in getting out of there that you didn't drink your coffee quickly enough. So when Undertaker and Kane walked in there was still some fight left in you.

I thought you were just going to run but you didn't intent to leave with out what you'd come for did you? I played along, let you grab my hand and lead me away from them. I was hoping the drugs would get you but all the adrenaline pumping through you was forcing it out of your system. So I did what I had to do and knocked you out.

Why am I telling you all this? I belong to Undertaker and you… you will belong to Kane. Undertaker asked me to tell you my story so you could better understand what is to come with your new master, Kane. But really I don't think that anything can prepare you. If I tell you that you are going to be whipped will it make it any less painful? I think not.

Well it's getting late now and you've got a choice to make. Fight him or surrender to him. He doesn't care which you choose… and either way you will serve him. And serve him willingly.