Chapter 1: Ch.1
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Angel walked towards the curtain to head to the ring with her cousins ready to finally have a encounter with the Undertaker. She and her cousins made up the group "The Lord's Army" ready to fight evil and sin in the WWF and there was certainly plenty of it. The biggest cause of the evil was no doubt the Undertaker and his slimy eel of a manager Paul Bearer. For years they had spread pain, misery and evil around and Mr. McMahon had had enough so he got them together and made them into a group to take them head on. Her cousins Gabriel and Michael were on similar size to Stone Cold, Gabe being a little bigger, were the best chance to go toe to toe with the deadman. While the boys did the fighting she and her cousin Grace were to encourage and aid as needed, although the boys have instructed them that as women they are not to step foot in the ring to fight. The groups ring gear was almost identical but where the girls had white long belled sleeve shirts with gold trims the boys had white vests. They all had white pants with gold crosses on the thighs and golden boots, and on the backs of the shirts and vests were their symbols also in gold; for Gabe a sword, Michael a shield, Angel a pair of wings and for Grace a dove.
The match was a handy-cap tag team match, and while she knew her boys would be fine she couldn't help but worry as the story of the Deadman was no secret. Torturing people physically and mentally, attacking unprovoked, dealing with dark powers, supposedly coming back from the dead, he was evil incarnate. When Gabriel had met the Undertaker a few days ago and confronted him on his past deeds the evil man had just laughed and rolled his eyes, he seemed to revel in the his past actions. They were about to come to blows when Mr. McMahon had come out and announced they would be having this match. Angel hadn't been there to see the interaction but Gabe had told her all about it and it made her blood boil. How could one man be so evil? How could anyone delight in causing terror or pain?
"Remember you two; Do not get tangled up in this fight. If Undertaker starts coming at you, you run. Also keep a eye on his manager Paul." Gabe said to the girls over his shoulder drawing Angel from her daydreaming. Angel hated that rule. While she knew she would likely never beat the Undertaker she wasn't defenseless, she had watched the boys train and worked on the moves herself in secret. She also had her gymnastics train to aid in her flexibility and speed, but she knew Gabriel would be furious if she tried to fight either of the two men.
As they stood in front of the curtain ready to go through the worker gave the signal and they all headed out. The crowed was a mix of cheers and some boos, which didn't surprise her, they weren't the most popular group. They were a newer group and also going against Undertaker whom the crowd seemed to love despite being so evil. As they approached the ring the two men stepped up and into the ring while the girls went around the side reaching up to take the boys' vests. As the men stood again the lights cut out a bells started earning a deafening cry from the the people. The lights stayed down as Angel finally set her eyes on the Undertaker and Paul Bearer. She was stunned for a moment at the sheer size of this man, he didn't even seem human in the dim purple light his long hair covering most his face like a shield. The announcer in the background says a hight of 7 feet and Angel had no trouble believing that. He was bulky but not overly so still lean enough she was sure he had some decent dexterity. His slow decent down the ramp was both eery and unnerving like he was in no rush to cause chaos and destruction. The fat man trailing behind him looked like if someone made a human mold out of jello, acting like he was untouchable which with Undertaker next to him he very well was. As the Undertaker climbed the stairs he lifted his arms and the lights reappeared now allowing Angel to see him completely. She was shocked to see green eyes hidden underneath the dark hair, his black sleeveless shirt revealing tattoos and large arms no doubt strong and dangerous. He was staring down Gabriel who stood in the ring with no fear while Michael moved to stand on the apron outside the ropes ready for the match.
The bell sounded and Gabe charged into the attack which shocked Angel as he always preached about restraint and peace in fighting. He was swinging wildly at the Undertaker and while he landed several hits the one moment he leaned back to land a strong one the Undertaker suddenly snapped back. Blow after blow sent Gabe back into the turnbuckle before undertaker pulled him away shoving him into the ropes to send him flying forward into a clothesline. Gabe's back hit the mat with a hard smack and Angel saw Grace wince for her brother.
"Don't worry, Gabe's tough. It'll take more than that to keep him down." Angel said offering some comfort, although she could tell Gabe wasn't expecting that level of strength from the deadman and if she was honest she wasn't either. The two men continued to exchange blows before a hard right hand sent Gabe flying back to the corner Michael was in. Tagging his brother Gabe rolled out as Michael stepped in, dodging a shot from Undertaker. Once Gabe was out Angel and Grace ran to him.
"Are you alright?" Grace asked taking his face in her hands and looking over him.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, he just got a few cheap shots." They were interrupted by a pop from the audience and they saw Michael being held up by his neck from the Undertaker. Bringing him down with devastating force the choke slam left Michael flat on the mat as the Undertaker went for the pin. Gabe shot up and slid under the ropes knocking the Undertaker on the head stopping the count. That seemed to piss off the deadman as he started going after him while Michael slowly removed himself from the ring by rolling off the apron and onto the bottom of the ramp.
"He's so strong...it's incredible...he's not human..."
"He's hurt...we have to get him out of here." Angel left him to Grace returning her attention to her cousin in the ring. She watched in horror as the Undertaker battered Gabe so badly until he flipped him around in his arms for his signature move; The tombstone. She couldn't look away as his head was brought down into the mat with a painful smack and his body flop down almost lifeless. Undertaker pinned him again and before anyone could stop him he got the three count. The match was over and the crowd roared with cheers, Angel couldn't believe it, they were happy a friend of the Devil had won. She thought that would be the end but she should of known it wasn't, Undertaker wasn't done with him yet. Grabbing Gabe by his hair he pulled him up and grasped his throat with his hand, the crowd and Paul Bearer cheered at the thought of more violence. She couldn't let this happen. She moved without thinking, the Undertakers' back to her as she quickly climbed the stairs and the ropes. He was just close enough that one good jump should do it. Just as the Undertaker was about to lift him up and she made her move. Jumping forward off the turnbuckle she closed her fist and landed a hard punch on the back of the Phenom's head, her feet hit the mat and left her standing as both men dropped. Her attack allowed a semi recovered Michael to reach under the ropes and grab Gabe's feet pulling him out of the ring to safety. Not wanting to linger she quickly dropped and rolled out of the ring herself running along the side toward the ramp and her cousins. She could feel eyes on her but didn't look back until she was on the ramp following after Michael and Grace who were carrying Gabe away. Looking back was a mistake. The Undertaker was up, leaning against the top rope staring at her with such a intense gaze, Angel felt frozen in place able to do nothing but breathe heavily from the adrenaline running through her veins. She expected anger, evil and death to be in his look but for some reason he looked almost...fascinated. Green eyes locked with blue and it took great effort for her to turn away and hurry after the others. She could feel his eyes on her back until she got behind the curtain where she was grabbed by the shoulders and shook by Gabe.
"What did I tell you?! Huh? What was my one rule for you girls?! Don't enter the ring! Period! You are supposed to be pure, innocent, without anger or hate and you disobeyed me! Disobeyed the lord! You're lucky that you got out of there before that demon could hurt you." He started walking away holding onto one of her arms dragging her down the hallway and towards the lockerooms.
"Hey! Let go Gabe! Let me go!"
"Gabriel..." Grace started trying to follow him.
"No! This isn't the first time she's not followed orders but it's not going to happen again. We have another match tonight and if this is what I have to do to keep her from being tempted; so be it! She'll deal with the punishment." The others grew quiet knowing it was hopeless to argue with him. He was to upset. She was going to be punished, and it was going to be a long night.
Chapter 2: Ch. 2
Summary:
Punishment and pain often lead to eyes looking outside their normal views. One should be careful not to push to far or else others might slip in the cracks.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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Pain.
Pain, prayer, darkness and discomfort was her punishment. Her eyes had lead her to be tempted and so she had to make amends. Her knees ached and shook slightly as she knelt on the rice, it was a favorite punishment of her cousins; kneeling on rice praying for a certain amount of time blindfolded to focus on the lord and repent for whatever lead you astray. The rice made sure you felt the pain of sin, the feeling of the grain digging into skin and drawing blood if knelt on for too long, also ensuring you stayed on your knees properly as the grain would shift if you moved off them. Her cousins had left her some time ago, how long she wasn't sure as she couldn't see to find a clock, but it had to of been at least 15 minutes.
*FLASHBACK*
"You will stay kneeling on this rice until we come back and God forbid I find out you moved from this spot." Gabe said making the rice pile flat and even to make it easier to tell if it gets disturbed. Michael finished tying the blindfold on her face before guiding her over to the prayer spot, her gold boots removed and white pants rolled up past the knees.
"Boys isn't this a little extreme? We'll be gone for almost a half a hour probably and what she did...she was just trying to protect you Gabe..." Grace's attempt to sway her brothers was sweet but Angel knew it was futile. Gabe was the oldest and as such Michael went with whatever he said most the time and the girls were expected to.
"I didn't need protecting! If I get hurt defending the Lord and the light that is a pain I must endure as a soldier of the Lord, just as she must endure this to repent for her anger and disrespect." She wanted to roll her eyes but the motion would of just set him off further. This isn't the first time she's been forced to do this and, if she was honest, it wouldn't be the last. Despite her name she knew she wasn't any real angel, her temper got the better of her to much sometimes and as such often landed her in trouble. The boys helped her get into place and she let out a hiss as the rice started digging into her skin.
"It's ok Grace, I've accepted my punishment....ah...I'll be alright..." Even without looking at her Angel knew the expression Grace was making, the one a mix of concern and being unconvinced. Once she was properly on her knees the boys stepped away and finished preparing for their match. As they were getting ready to leave she heard a tired sigh and felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Look Angel...I'm sorry. I know I seem really harsh and angry with you I just...I want to keep you safe. You're my cousin and I love you but you keep making it so hard to. Just please, stay here, do your prayers and stay out of trouble ok?" She just nodded as Gabe removed his hand and she heard the door open and shut leaving her alone.
*PRESENT*
She wondered how much longer it would be before her cousins returned. Before she could get to lost in thought she felt the air around her grow cold and could feel eyes on the back of her head, the hair on the back of her neck stood up, her clasped hands gripped tighter and she felt unsafe and vulnerable.
"All alone little Angel?" A deep voice asked from somewhere behind her. Now she felt really unsafe and vulnerable, with her cousins gone she only had two options; stall him till they got back without moving or get up and fight. Gabe was already upset with her and she had already been tempted tonight so maybe this was a chance at redemption. Taking a deep breath in through her nose and out her mouth to settle herself she tried to stain her ears to pinpoint where behind her he was.
"You are interrupting my prayers Undertaker. Leave now, my cousins will be back soon." She could hear his boots approach and slowly move in a circle around her, it took a great deal of effort to keep her position relaxed and her breathing even while it felt like a shark or vulture was circling her.
"Perhaps I have strayed to far from the light as kneeling on rice was not part of prayer that I remembered. You're being punished, aren't you? But for what?" She heard his voice drop as he was likely now kneeling next to her right side. "Are you being punished for attacking me? I would think your cousins would be proud of you for that; attacking a...what did he call me last week..? A degenerate, filthy, disgusting demon spawn."
"What are you doing here Undertaker? Besides disturbing me and making assumptions?" Angel was thankful for the blindfold as even though she could hear he was close she didn't have to try to deal with direct eye contact with him, it was easier to stay calmer. She heard his boots now move in front of her and she was almost certain he was at least kneeling down in front of her.
"I had to investigate the Angel who has been the only woman to knock me down without the use of a weapon or chair. You've got a fire in your eyes that I don't see in the others of your group, especially the other woman. Well that Gabriel has a fire but his is burning of selfish desire. Yours; yours however is intense and determined. I needed to know more."
"I have nothing to say to you and don't call my cousin selfish again. He is far from selfish." Undertaker's sudden chuckling laugh startled her and the shift made her wince as the rice dug into new spots on her knees before she returned to her original position. Angel couldn't remember anyone ever mentioning Undertaker laughing before, it was deep and sounded like it rumbled through his chest, and as much as she hated to admit it, it was a nice sound.
"Far from selfish? I can't tell if you're serious or just that blind to him. He wants to be the man of the hour and he will keep you and the others in the background to get it, not only you his cousin but I'm assuming the other two who are actually his siblings. He claims to fight to protect the weak and innocent and that anger has no power over him yet here you are; kneeling on hard rice with bleeding knees cause you saved his ass. How is that not selfish? How can you not see that as cruel? I have seen and inflicted cruel punishments myself, I know cruel."
"My cousins are the Lord's sword and shield. Have you ever fought a war with a sword and not drawn blood? Gabriel carries that burden. He leads us into battle while Michael protects those around him. Grace and I lead and heal the others in grace and mercy fighting for peace with honor, innocence and purity, to show how heavenly women should live. We are the Lord's Army. We are the blessed." Angel knew that last bit by heart having repeated it over and over with the others before the match and while they were training. Undertaker was silent but she knew he was still there. Suddenly her head was pulled up a bit as he pulled the blindfold up and off, leaving her blind for a moment before her eyes focused. He was kneeling on one knee in front of her leaning toward her, blindfold in hand. She was startled not realizing he was that close and the shift hurt her knees once more.
"You and, Grace was it? You both are being so manipulated by your cousin it's hard for even me to watch." She raised a eyebrow at him not even remotely believing him so he continued.
"I am close to Death. I have walked alongside him for many years. I have seen evil and destruction, I have seen men fall away chasing their ambitions, however I have also seen something else; men being their truest selves. You for instance, I saw the video of your attack on me. You flew through the air and landed it perfectly even after hitting me, you didn't stumble. You are a fighter. You're innocent of much of this world but you aren't completely naive. I'm guessing your banned from talking to men who aren't your cousins or share your views but Gabriel can talk to woman who don't? You're not allowed to love, anger, weep, or celebrate things that happened to you as they are not your achievements but he can? If God truly gave you these gifts you seem to have wouldn't he want you to use them? He gave them to you for a reason, it's not Gabriel's place to tell you who you are, that's for you to learn for yourself? Don't you want a chance to truly live for yourself? To not be restrained but your selfish cousin?"
Angel felt her frustrations rising and her knuckles were turning white with how hard she was squeezing her hands together. She knew the Undertaker's honeyed words were laced with a poison that threatened her whole being but some of what he was saying resinated with her. She had a male friend years ago, one she wasn't even romantically interested in, and Gabriel had banned her from seeing him ever again yet three days later she saw him kissing a woman she didn't know behind their house. She was punished for jumping to his defense in the fight yet he charged in full of rage directed at the Undertaker. When she got angry she was scolded when he got angry she was expected to forgive. It wasn't fair. Angel felt herself growing warm with the building anger inside her stomach as she attempted to keep a calm face.
"You don't have to follow their rules forever, you know? You don't even have to walk away entirely, I'm offering you a taste. Just a small taste of freedom. Do you want it?" He had leaned in closer now, a smile on his face as the knee on the ground was just in front of the rice so his face was at her level. Suddenly it was like cold water rushed over her. That was it! He was just trying to manipulate her, and she had started to fall for it. Well not this time. She was stronger than that. How could she ever doubt her cousins love for her wellbeing and the wellbeing of others? He wasn't perfect but neither was she. It wasn't her place to judge or condemn him, that was up to the Lord. Now no longer under whatever spell he was weaving she reached forward and snatched the blindfold from his hand placing it back on her face and clasping her hands again.
"You're silky sweet words are nothing but pure poison Undertaker. I'm not so easily swayed or tempted. We are the Lord's Army. We are the blessed." She heard him chuckle again and tensed, sucking in air in surprise when she felt his hot breath against her ear and neck.
"Good. It wouldn't be any fun if you just gave in that quickly, however I saw the anger in your eyes. It's there, and when you're ready to get that taste you're craving..." His hand slowly slid down her shoulder to her elbow causing goosebumps to appear on her skin. "I shall be here to indulge you."
She felt him pull away and a moment later the feeling of him in the room vanished causing her to finally let go of the breath she had been holding. She felt shaky and weak for a moment but the pain in her knees brought her back. Next time; next time she won't give him a inch. She was unprepared today, next week she'll be ready. She lifted the blindfold just a bit to make sure he was gone when she noticed on the floor in front of her, where he was kneeling was a single black rose.
"Devil spawn."
Notes:
so I realize I never really said it but the "powers" Undertaker and Kane are supposed to have in the WWF/WWE are actually more of a thing in this story! Undertaker's lightning powers, Kane's fire, and both brothers abilities to mess with lights and teleportation of small distances.
Chapter 3: Ch. 3
Summary:
Patience is a virtue, however many forget that the Devil is one of the most patient beings.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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It didn't take a genius to look at the Lord's Army and tell there was a strange tension between them. Gabriel seemingly always wore a scowl on his face the last two weeks, Michael was restless and fidgety, Grace constantly looking between her oldest brother and her cousin nervously, and Angel was just looking pissed off most days. When her cousins had returned from their match weeks ago it was Grace who had found the rose first, and to her credit, didn't show it to Gabe. She had instead hid it and asked Angel about it later to which she replied she had her blindfold on the whole time and didn't have any idea where it came from. That had satisfied her cousin for the day, however the next day while they were loading their stuff into the bus another black rose appeared this time on top of Angel's suitcase. Gabriel had found that one and questioned her, again she responded she didn't know and he didn't seem to believe her. It hadn't helped that every day for the last two weeks a black rose had appeared somewhere where Angel would find it, or one of the others, more likely Gabe as he was now looking for them. Every time he found one and she denied knowing about who was sending them the more angry he got. His anger was channeled into his fights as last week he did quite a bit of damage to Triple H, winning the match, which of course only served to piss the man off and make another enemy they'd have to deal with later. His temper was set on a steady simmer and everyone knew it would only take a little push to make it boil over.
They were all sitting in the locker room finishing getting ready to head out to the ring when a knock was heard at the door. Michael was sitting closest to it and got up to see who it was, and when he returned he was looking a little pale and holding a beautiful bouquet of black and purple roses and a little envelope. Gabriel's whole body tensed as both he and Grace looked over at Angel as Michael walked over to the bench she was sitting on and handed her the flowers and note.
"It's addressed to you..." Michael said quietly holding the card to her. Her name was indeed written in beautiful writing on the envelope, and trying to ignore the daggers being sent into her skull by her cousin she opened the envelope to read it when it got snatched away by Gabe.
"To my beautiful Angel on Earth, Undertaker..." The letter crumpled in Gabe's fist as he turned to her slowly. His eyes were full of rage and, despite being so used to her cousins anger, Angel felt a little bit more than afraid of him. Even Grace and Michael seemed to feel extremely uncomfortable, looking between their brother and each other.
"Did you know he was the one sending you these flowers..? Did you know he was trying to get your attention?" He almost whispered the words through gritted teeth and Angel did her best to keep her voice steady and calm.
"No, not until now. I had my suspicions however I didn't want to invoke his wrath by confronting him or put myself in a dangerous situation. Whenever you asked me before I was honest, I didn't know. I believed he was trying to cause doubt and problems between us and I didn't want to play his devilish game. My rash actions have caused problems in the past and I didn't want to repeat my mistakes." Gabe closed his eyes and took a long slow breath in and then out seeming to calm himself as he mulled over her words. He moved to sit on the bench next to her leaning on his knees.
"You're right. He knows that his evil is why we're so determined to fight him and he's trying to use my anger, you're rashness, Michael's passiveness, and Grace's naive nature against us...I'm sorry for how angry I've been towards you, it's not your fault he's trying to pull you into his games and it's my job to protect you. We go against him and Triple H later tonight, and while we fight I want you to wear a veil over your head and eyes. I don't want him to be able to see you and I want to keep you from being tempted to fight him should the match go badly. Will you do this for me?" He looked at her with the calmest, most honest look she's gotten in weeks. She nodded holding the flowers out towards him.
"Here. I don't want a gift from that demon." Gabe nodded and took the flowers and stood up handing them over to Grace.
"Get rid of these. Take them to the other side of the arena if you have to just as far away from here and her as possible. Michael, you and I are going to go find some fabric to make a veil for her. Angel you stay here, I don't want to risk him seeing you, in fact I'm going to lock the door behind us. You can leave but no one can come in." She nodded as her cousins filed out and as she heard the door lock she picked up her brush and started running it through her long hair, a habit she picked up from childhood when she was stressed or anxious. Suddenly she felt that same cold feeling creep over her body and she knew without turning around who was behind her, not giving him a chance to say anything or creep up on her she stood and turned to face him keeping her expression even. He was wearing his ring gear, the black and purple hat, long coat with the purple gloves, boot covers and purple tie. He seemed a little surprised she realized he was there but a small smile quickly appeared on his face.
"Did you like the flowers I left you for, my little Angel?" His deep voice had such a sweet tone to it, it made her skin crawl with how genuine the question seemed.
"I'm not your Angel, and no. I don't like or accept gifts from those who walk with evil." She said turning to walk into the bathroom and staring to gather her hair in her hands to put it up into a ponytail in front of the mirror. She was determined to remain in control and not let him have any power or influence on her actions.
"How did you even get in here? Gabe locked the door." She heard him chuckle and watched in the reflection as he walked towards her in the same slow manner he does to the ring.
"When you become friends with Death you'll find you can do many incredible things...locked doors are nothing to me. I saw your cousins leave, it's how I knew we'd be able to speak alone. After all, I doubt the big mouth will let you anywhere near me during our match tonight and I wanted a moment to speak to you." He leaned against the door frame tilting his head as he watched her.
"I have nothing to say to you." She tied her hair with a white hair tie before grabbing her brush again and started running it through her hair again, partly to calm her heart rate down. The subtle hungry look in his eyes as she worked was making her feel nervous and jittery, she found herself both wanting to run away or run towards him and she needed to get those thoughts out of her mind.
"Don't be like that Starlight. You fascinate me. I want to know the real you, not the you you pretend to be when your family are around. The you whose unafraid of a so called devil in front of you, the you who stares down that same devil with no fear in your eyes and instead show a determination and protectiveness I've never seen. I want to know your desires and fears. Your needs and wants. Everything. I want you to have the freedom to be the woman you want to be." His tone was low and slow as he pushed off the doorframe and walked towards her slowly keeping eye contact in the reflection and causing Angel's hand to pause its brushing, his green eyes and words almost seeming to root her in place. He came up behind her leaving just enough space they weren't touching but effectively pinning her to the counter as there was no way she could get past him without him stopping her.
"If you didn't like the flowers I got you, I have a different gift for you." His hands came up on either side of her and came together before moving apart to reveal a necklace between them. It was a silver chain necklace with two medium sized angel wings connected to the chains with a purple gem the size of a quarter in the middle, it was admittedly beautiful and well crafted.
"Very few people know what an amethyst means but it's what you resemble to me; wisdom, peace and harmony." He said in almost a whisper. Angel swallowed hard, she'd be lying if she said his sweet words didn't have a effect on her. It had been years since any man dared to get close to her thanks to Gabriel, and despite him being evil, she couldn't say he was unattractive. If anything his handsome features made it harder for her to hate him because a selfish part of her enjoyed the attention she was getting from such a deadly mysterious man. She may try to act like an angel but she was still a woman, and him standing so tantalizingly close to her did send some shivers through her body. She set her brush down slowly and steadied herself, she couldn't give in, she needed to stay strong.
"It is very beautiful, but I cannot and will not accept it. Perhaps if you were a different, godly man I could but you have done nothing but spread evil and pain." He chuckled again and in doing so brushed up against her before releasing one side of the necklace to bring his hands down and using his hight to a advantage now boxing her in against the counter.
"Do you really think it wise to refuse me when you're in such a position?" The pressing of his large, albeit somewhat cold, body against hers almost made her shudder but the slight taunt of his voice brought that bit of anger back. Taking advantage of his relaxed pose she kicked back with her foot hitting his knee and forcing him to drop to it before grabbing the front of his coat and pulling a fist back ready to strike him, anger and determination written on her face while surprise was written on his.
"I never fully drop my guard around people I don't trust Deadman." His surprise quickly shifted into an almost admiring look the amount of expressions he showed her versus in the ring gave her whiplash.
"You are exquisite."
With that the lights suddenly cut out in the room startling her enough to release her grip and step back. Just as quickly as they went out they were back and the large man was no where to be seen. She turned back to the mirror and leaned against the counter taking several breaths to steady herself. She had always thought the light thing was just a trick from the workers giving him time to walk away, however there was no one to do it for him here and it was not enough time for him to get to the door. Perhaps his rumored powers weren't such a fantasy after all. Steadying herself she sat on the bench and waited till her cousins returned, when they did Gabe was holding a thick white veil with gold trim and draped it over her head lowering it to just past her eyes. If she bowed her head a little she could see the floor and his feet but she could not see through it. Using his feet to guide her she followed him out of the room and followed him to the curtain at the top of the ramp. Triple H and Undertaker would already be in the ring waiting for the boys to arrive. Grace took her arm in hers allowing Angel to lift her head to normal hight and guided her in as their music played while they walked down the ramp. Even with no way to see him she could almost feel his eye trailing her as she was lead in. The boys entered the ring as Grace led Angel to a corner near the announcer stand and moved by the apron to provide aid if needed. Without the use of her eyes the match itself felt like it went on forever she could tell when the boys were landing good hits or getting some good momentum by the boos coming from the crowd and Paul Bearer but when she heard the cheering getting louder and louder she knew the end was coming. Suddenly the bell rang next to her and the announcer called the match for Triple H and the Undertaker. The lights cut out again and she felt a cold hand gently hold her neck and a voice whisper in her ear giving her goosebumps and startling her.
"Absolutely exquisite."
The hand was gone as quickly as it came when the lights turned on again there was no one in front of her. Grace came and pulled the veil off her head, she could see Michael rolling Gabe out of the ring and over the side of the apron. The women hurried over and helped him up putting a arm over each of their shoulders as they lead him out of the arena and back to the locker rooms. There were no words exchanged between the group as Angel started bandaging Michael and Grace to Gabriel, the feeling of defeat was evident between them as this was the second time they've lost to the Undertaker. As the boys left to change clothes in the bathroom Angel went and opened her bag to get her regular clothes, opening it she found a small black box laying on top of the fabric inside. Making sure Grace was busy with her own bag Angel picked up the box and opened it. A small note fell revealing the silver necklace inside, its shimmering material shined in the light as she picked up the note.
It was made for you, my Starlight. I am willing to wait however long it takes.
Notes:
Hope you enjoyed this chapter! My goal is to update at least once a month! I had to go educate myself on early Undertaker's career (honestly fun to watch old matches) and rough timeframe for this story is around 1996 just before Paul betrays Undertaker and starts the whole Kane timeline.
Chapter 4: Ch. 4
Summary:
Rules are made to be followed, obeyed, but when the person who makes the rules breaks them it often leads to others expecting the rules to be broken for them as well. One should never make a rule one is prepared to follow themselves. One should also remember that betrayal hurts worse when it's from the people you love.
Notes:
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Angel could feel the frustration and exhaustion deep inside her bones. The days of travel and fighting with her cousin had really started to wear on her, as well as the rest of the family. It started off with Gabriel demanding to know where she went when she had returned to their locker room. She hadn't told him that she had left to find Undertaker's locker room and left the box he had snuck her outside it so she lied and told him she went looking for some ointment for one of the cuts on Michael's head from the match. He didn't believe her and after they had left the room to load the bus he had vanished for a few minutes only returning just before the buses left making Grace move from the seat next to her and sitting by him herself. He refused to speak with her for the two day travel and refused to explain to any of them why, it wasn't until they reached the hotel they were staying at for the next few days that he finally unloaded on her when they got check in and into his room. He had shouted he knew she was a liar and that he had checked with the medics and knew she hadn't gone to them. He then accused her of sneaking off to meet up with men or doing god knows what else, this of course she denied but when he demanded to know where she had been she couldn't answer as she didn't want to open that shit storm. Her silence only seemed to confirm his previous suspicions as he then told her she was forbidden from leaving her room until he came for her. This made her angry and she reminded him in not so nice language that she is a grown ass woman and can come and go as she pleases and doesn't need his permission and even if she was meeting a guy it was her choice not his. This resulted in a almost screaming match between them until Michael had literally carried her out of the room and into hers next door. He had dropped her on the bed and left the room slamming the door behind him, leaving her pacing back and forth fuming.
A cold air surrounded her and she whipped around glaring at the Undertaker who looked mildly amused to her so angry. If she was calmer she would of taken in his appearance more, his ring gear gone as he wore black jeans, black boots and a plain loose black long sleeve shirt. She, of course, was also out of her gear now wear blue jeans, a grey long sleeve shirt and had her hair french braided. She partly wished she was in her gear so she could potentially take her anger out on him.
"Whatever bullshit you've come in here to say to me, forget it. I don't want to hear any of it." She hissed going back to her pacing still able to just hear her cousins voice shouting in the room next to them. His chuckle only made her even more angry and she decided to attempt to ignore him as he moved to lean against the wall.
"Quite a mouth you have, Angel dear. I can't imagine what loud mouth said to get you so pissed off."
"He had the damn guts to stand there after almost two days of silent treatment and accuse me of running off and sleeping around! Calling me a liar, a whore, a slut! The fucking bastard!" She was almost shouting now as she slid her hands over her head. "I may have a temper and be prone to rash action but I have NEVER slept around. Even if I wanted to he scares every man who comes within ten feet of me away with his overly preachiness, I've never even really had the chance to be with anyone! No man would be godly enough for him to consider!"
Undertaker's eyes followed her as she moved around the small space a small smile playing on his face but seemingly doing his best to hide it.
"He wants to drag you down Angel. Like I told you before; he doesn't want any of you to be able to think for yourselves as you would see the truth of him. He's a liar, a gambler, a drinker, and quite a man whore." This stopped Angel's movements and she turned to fully face him.
"What do you mean?" A knock at the door interrupted them.
"GO AWAY!" She shouted at the door. They were both quiet, making sure whoever was gone before she turned to him again.
"What do you mean?" She asked again, tone dangerous and annoyed. Undertaker shrugged as he pushed off the wall moving to sit on the edge of the bed. She had practically demanded a room to herself for this weekend and now she was very glad she had.
"Simple. At nearly every stop the company makes, after you and your cousin are either sleeping or busy, he goes to the hotel bars and drinks, hits on girls there and sometimes even takes him back to his room."
"Him and Michael share a room and Michael wouldn't let him do that." He chuckles again, shaking his head.
"Clearly you don't know them as well as you think you do. He's almost as bad as Gabriel is, He often joins him in his exploits. They enjoy their freedom while damning you for trying." Angel crossed her arms over her chest. She may be angry with Gabe but this seems a little far fetched, they would of noticed this behavior. Michael would have at least.
"I don't believe you. How do you even know about this, if it was true?" Undertaker gave her a smile and raised a eyebrow.
"I'm a creature of the night sweetheart, very little happens around here that I don't know about." Angel's hands gripped her arms tightly, he sounded so relaxed and sure of himself, but she knew he could lie so easily.
"Let me ask you something Angel; how much do you really feel like family to them? Any of them?" Undertaker leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees studying her. "I've seen the interactions between all of you; Gabe treats you like your a burden, Michael acts like you're a intruder in his family; one he must tolerate but not like. Grace doesn't seem to know how to act around you, almost like she's afraid of you. That you'll break her neck if she says something you don't like. They are so warm and understanding with each other but with you it seems like you're nothing but a outsider invading on their family."
That stung. Ever since she had to live with them as kids she always wanted to be a true family but always felt like there was a wall between them that she couldn't break through no matter what she did. She bit the inside of her cheek her anger starting to turn into a deep hurt that always seemed to linger inside her at the thought of her only family not even liking her.
"How did you end up being stuck with them anyway?" Her gaze turned to one of intense distain and anger that even Undertaker seemed a little taken back.
"None of your business." She felt the exhaustion creeping up her bones again, the desire to just lay down and sleep for a week and for a short while forget about everything fucked up in her life. Before she passed out however, she didn't want to leave things on a sour note with her cousin. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in before slowly releasing it. Opening her eyes again she looked at Undertaker who was still sitting on her bed.
"Let me ask you something now Deadman. You say you're offering me a freedom I've never known, that you want to understand me and get to know the real me, well then understand this. I'm a very loyal person to those who deserve it, and right now that's my family. They are all I have. Why would I leave them for you? Someone who I don't know, and who has hurt those I care about multiple times?" She turned to head out the door before a soft chuckle from the man behind her stopped her.
"You can trust me because I've done something your family has never done; I've never lied to you. When I say I want to give you a taste of freedom I mean it, I want you to experience life, maybe even with me. They don't deserve your loyalty, perhaps I don't either, but I would never shame you for wanting something different than me. So here are my most truest words; Don't go out there. You'll find nothing but pain but if you do, I will be here when you return."
Why she hesitated for a moment she couldn't truly say. Maybe it was because he sounded so genuine, maybe it was because a small part of her wanted to break the rules just a little bit, but it maybe because a large part of her was afraid he was right. That no matter what she said or did her cousins will never want her around. That she had no place with them. Steadying herself she opened the door and left the room without another glance at the man behind her. Walking the short distance to the next door she strained her ears and couldn't hear any yelling coming from inside, a good sign that Gabe had settled down at least a little bit. She knocked on the door and waited for a few minutes before knocking again.
"They're not in there." Grace's voice said from behind her. Turning she saw her youngest cousin looking at her with such a disappointed and angry look on her face. It was not a expression she had ever seen her wear. She was wearing her light blue jeans and pale green long sleeve shirt. Her blonde hair was let down and resting just below her shoulders.
"Do you know where they are?"
"Why? So you can scream at him some more?" The sharpness of her voice startled Angel. Grace was usually the peacekeeper, true to her name, attempting to always be understanding and gentle. The harsh tone was a surprise.
"N-no of course not. I actually wanted to apologize for yelling." Grace rolled her eyes and pushed past Angel heading for the next door that was her room.
"Right, sure you were. Angel why is it so hard for you to just follow what he says? Why do you always have to start fights or cause problems?" She asked turning her key into her doorknob and walking into the room. Angel followed behind her but stood just inside to doorway not sure how to react to the sudden change in personality.
"I don't..I just...Don't you ever get tired of him making demands? Of controlling your life? For once don't you want to be able to just do what you want to and not have to listen to him telling you how you're going to burn in hell or not a true child of the lord? Isn't it God's job to punish us not Gabe's? Don't you for once want to be your own woman?" Angel was frustrated. While yes fights started she wasn't usually the one who shouted first and she was tired of everyone acting like she was the problem. Grace let out a loud noise of frustration and whipped around to face her. her blue eyes shinning with angry tears.
"What I want is for you to listen! I want you to stop acting like you know better than Gabriel, than Michael. I want you to stop making my family suffer because you can't stop giving into temptation. I am happy! I am happy to follow what the head of the house says, to follow the laws set for me. Why can't you? What will it take for you to realize that you are making all of us miserable? You know I'm glad we're in different rooms, maybe take some time and think about what it is you want; to get over your petty earthly desires and be apart of our family or to be lonely and a target for evil disgusting men and destruction. Now get out of my room I don't want to see you."
Her voice was raised but not quite a shout and for some reason that hurt Angel more than if she had been shouting at her. Grace was usually the one she could talk to, vent her frustrations and would often tell her to keep calm and move on. To let her get it out and be the one to help her come back, but now...now it seemed like she wanted her to just disappear off the face of the earth. Angel couldn't speak. She couldn't even really move but she did what she asked. She grabbed the door handle and walked back shutting the door behind her. She felt the tears starting to form in her eyes and blinked away. Grace was frustrated and angry with everything going on, wasn't to hard to understand that. Maybe if she could give her some space and smooth things over with Gabe things would be better tomorrow as they didn't have a show tomorrow and they could talk when they settled down. Deciding to go find her cousins she left the rooms, walking down the halls towards the elevators to go to the lobby. Maybe the people at the front desk had seen them and could tell her where they were.
As she rode and left the elevator Grace's words; what did she want? Freedom to be herself? To be able to fight in the ring? To not have to answer to anyone? She supposed all were true but in truth all she really wanted was just acceptance to just make her own choices and have someone accept who she is. Approaching the desk she heard Gabe's laugh echo through the lobby, following it she found herself at the entrance to the hotel pool and bar area. Several of the WWF stars around both areas but her eyes trained onto a spot near the far side of the large pool, Gabe and Michael were both leaning against the edge of the pool with a beer bottle in one hand and some random woman in skimpy bathing suits in the other. They were chatting and laughing with the woman occasionally kissing their cheeks or lower on their necks making the woman giggle and press against them. If she hadn't of been a part of it she would have never known that the guys had just been in a screaming match with her, they looked like the were one cloud nine and she felt sick to her stomach. She was about to leave when she saw Michael looking at her, ducking around the wall she hoped he hadn't actually seen her. Of course luck couldn't be on her side and before she could get away Michael suddenly appeared next to her his lower half dripping wet from the pool.
"What are you doing here?" His voice also held a anger towards her that she wasn't used to, just like Grace's. His question and tone suddenly made some of that earlier anger come bubbling back.
"What am I doing here? What are you guys doing here?!" She hissed quietly not trying to cause a scene in the lobby surrounded by people. "I came down here looking for Gabe to apologize and I see you two drinking and kissing on random women? Are you kidding me?! Gabe had just called me a whore not even 30 minutes ago and you two are acting like this?! How is this okay for you but not for me and Grace? How can you even-"
"Shut up!" Michael almost yelled through clenched teeth. Grabbing her arm he pulled her away from the open around and behind a large pillar so they were more out of sight. His grip was tight and she could smell the hint of alcohol on him. "Gabriel and I are the leaders of this family, it is not against the lord for men to drink and we will need to be finding wives before to long."
Angel rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, that pathetic excuse might work for Grace but she had had enough of the preachiness coming from these two.
"Oh ya they seem like truly godly women, just flowing with pure virginal energy."
"What would you know of being a godly woman? You're nothing but a god forsaken bastard child forced on my family, and who we must now be forced to try and keep from pulling us all down. Do us all a favor and just let us be our true family for a change." His words were cold and sliced through her like a knife. Michael and her hadn't been close but she always felt that in some way he understood her. Now she could see he was nothing more than a blind angry follower of Gabriel's. He turned to walk away from her before turning back one more time.
"Oh and stay away from Gabriel tonight. You've done enough to damage his spirit." With that he walked back into the bar and out of sight. Angel stood there for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes. She could almost feel her heart breaking, everything she had feared and dreaded seemed to be coming true, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Slowly she started moving out from the pillar and towards the elevators, not really wanting to be anywhere but definitely not in the lobby.
The ride back up to her floor seemed to take forever before the doors slowly slid open. Walking down the hallway she felt the angry, heartbroken, and betrayed tears well up in her eyes and she couldn't even muster the strength to stop them falling. Reaching her room she turned the key in the lock and slowly opened the door before she closed it again by leaning back against it. She didn't even register that the Undertaker was still sitting on her bed like he said he would be just 20 minutes before, until he stood up causing the bed to creak, and he slowly walked over to her. Her eyes never left the floor even as his boots came into view, tears blurring her vision and streaming down her cheeks. Lifting his hand slowly he caught her chin with his finger and tilted her head up until she was looking into his green eyes with her blue red rimmed ones.
"You were right."
Notes:
I will eventually figure out clever chapter titles....but not today lol. Bit of a bummer chapter but I promise fun on the horizon! ;)
Chapter 5: Ch.5
Summary:
Pain can cause one to find comfort in another, but it can also cause one to want to cause pain to another as well. One should always be careful about who one is causing pain to, it might come back to hurt you.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
"You were right."
The words didn't taste as salty as she would have expected them to be, but then again, the pain of betrayal and heartache was such a bitter taste it overpowered everything else. Undertaker stayed silent, his finger still under her chin making her look up into his eyes. Tear were freely falling down her cheeks as her heart broke into tiny pieces.
"You were right about everything...about Gabe and Michael...even Grace...I thought she..." her body shook with a barely caught sob "I thought she understood me...I thought they cared...but I was wrong...you tried to warn me...you tried to tell me and I just insulted and ignored you..."
"My sweet Angel..." His voice was soft and gentle and it just broke through whatever control she had left. Her eyes squeezed shut as sobs escaped her lips, her body shaking from the intensity of them. His hand moved from her chin to around her shoulders while the other tucked themselves under her knees, he carried her bridal style to the bed and sat down on it, setting her in her lap as she sobbed into his chest, her hands grabbing onto his shirt as if she thought he'd vanish if she let go. His arms came around to hold her close to him allowing her some quiet comfort.
She was feeling so many different emotions at the same time; shame, embarrassment, anger, sorrow, grief, and sadness. She felt that not only had she lost her family tonight she also lost such a big part of herself. Her faith was hurting, just as her body and mind were. She still believed in the lord but this couldn't be how he wanted things to go. She also couldn't believe she was allowing the Undertaker to hold her like this, to let him run his hand over her back in that calming, comforting way, to have his chin resting on her head, and to have his arms securely around her. She should be pushing him away to, to not let another person see her so vulnerable so they could use it against her later, but she couldn't bare to do it. He had been so honest with her, so genuine, so soft. In this moment she decided to be selfish and to take the comfort he was offering.
He let her cry on his lap for as long as she needed and she did so for almost a hour. Her chest felt heavy afterwards and her whole body felt so numb and tired she just let herself lean into his chest, her head resting against his shoulder as her tears eventually stopped falling. She wanted to lay down, to just fall asleep and never wake up, but falling asleep ment he would go and she also didn't want him to leave yet. Despite everything he had ever done to her she wanted him close, if just for a little while. Moving to stand up slowly she felt her knees buckle sightly and looked at the time. 11:30pm, the bright red letters on the alarm clock on the night stand read. Two days of travel and a emotional breakdown had sucked all her energy out of her. Walking over to her bag she pulled out her dark grey button up pajamas and matching bottoms before heading towards the bathroom to change. As she got to the doorframe she hesitated as she heard him leave the bed, turning to see him standing at the foot of it.
"Please...will you stay here...just for a little while? I don't want to be alone..." She felt the embarrassment and a tinge of shame rise up again, causing her cheeks to heat up and turn what she was sure was a bright pink color. He chuckled softly before walking over to her reaching forward to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand slowly. Yesterday she would of taken a step back or flinched away, today she almost leaned into his touch.
"Get changed and cleaned up Starlight, I will be here when you get done." He said with a promise in his voice. Nodding slightly she went into the bathroom locking the door behind her before turning on the hot water, undressing and sliding into the shower. She knew a locked door wouldn't really stop him but she hoped he got the message that she wanted a few minutes of privacy. The sting of the water over her body brought both a strange comfort and a welcome distraction. She felt the muscles in her body start to soften and release as she cleaned herself. Once she was finished she stepped out, placing her dirty clothes into a small pile in the corner out of the way. A problem to be dealt with tomorrow. She was thankful that tomorrow they didn't have a show they had to do so she would get a least a full day away from her cousins, she didn't want to see any of them for a while. She quickly changed into her pajamas before blow drying her hair just enough that it wouldn't soak her pillows, or be to knotted in the morning before unlocking the door and leaving the bathroom. Undertaker was there just as he promised he would be, his attire now changed into a more comfortable looking one. Gone were his black jeans, boots and long sleeve and in their place was black sweats and a black tee shirt that seemed like it might be just a little to small, as it showed off his size and muscles more obviously than his normal attire did. He walked over to her before gently picking her up bridal style again and carrying her to the bed. Effortlessly he pulled the covers back and slide onto the bed before setting her down next to himself and pulling the covers up over the both of them. He was laying on his side with his arm underneath the pillows and she took advantage of that to place herself up against his chest, her head underneath his chin again and her hands resting on his chest, feeling his muscles contract with every breath and the almost unnaturally slow beating of his heart. His free arm draped itself over her side pulling her close and keeping her securely against himself.
"Why are you being so nice to me Undertaker? I've done nothing but attack and insult you." The question was born of the guilt she felt having seemingly misjudged the man of darkness. He gave her a gentle squeeze before shushing her.
"Hush my Angel, we will talk in the morning. For now; sleep." Almost as if he had cast a spell on her the exhaustion she had been feeling overtook her and a dark dreamless sleep pulled her down into it.
The next morning she awoke to the space next her empty and cold but before she could really feel abandoned she sat up and saw Undertaker sitting in a armchair in the corner sipping on a cup of coffee. She had to hold in a small laugh at the strange sight of the Deadman relaxing in his sleepwear with his mug, it seemed to nonchalant to be real, but there he was. Noticing she was awake he walked over to the dresser and picked up a breakfast tray she hadn't even seen and brought it over to her, carrying it in one hand and keeping his mug in the other. Sliding the pillows up she propped herself a little higher to be more sitting upright as he set the tray next to her legs before moving to sit on the edge of the bed looking at her.
"Good morning Starlight."
"Good morning. Not that I'm not grateful but you didn't have to get me breakfast." She said picking up a piece of buttered toast and munching on a corner of it. He chuckled before picking up a piece for himself and taking a large bite of it.
"You had a rough night last night, starlight, and besides I knew you hadn't eaten dinner." She raised a eyebrow slightly but couldn't help the small smile creeping up on her face. She felt lighter from last night and more comfortable in his presence, he hadn't pushed or tried anything and so she felt he deserved at least a bit of respect and a little compassion.
"You know...You've been extremely nice to me ever since I punched the back of your head. I'm waiting for you to retaliate for that, after all you're not exactly someone who lets things slide easily." He finished his toast in a matter of seconds, taking a long drink of his coffee and placing the now empty cup on the nightstand before speaking.
"Normally you would be correct my dear, I usually make people pay dearly and swiftly for slights against me, you however are the exception. When you hit me in the back of the head you, like I said when we first talked, were not only the first woman to do that you did it so fluidly it was like you were dancing. Fighting seemed to be almost second nature to you, and when you slid out of the ring you didn't try to taunt me, or even try to stare me down. You were focused on your mission to get me away from your family. It was only when you knew they were safe that you finally turned to face me and when you did there was no fear in your eyes, no worry about how I'll react, if anything you were challenging me almost daring me to come after you. Such devotion, bravery, raw power and yet no rage for the first time in my life stunned me. You were ready to stand toe to toe with someone you knew you had no hope of beating to protect your family. It was the most beautiful and mystifying thing I had ever seen. I knew then I needed to know everything about you, needed to know more. Then when you once again didn't back down when I visited you locker room that first time, you challenged me, you refused me, and yet never even raised your voice. Simply chose to put back on your blindfold leaving yourself open and ignore me. I knew then that you were the woman I wanted by my side."
Angel was stunned to silence. He spoke so highly of her you would of thought she did something like lifting a bus with one hand. She felt a blush creeping on her cheeks at being spoken to with such reverence. Thanks to Gabriel she hadn't had much interaction with men let alone romanic interaction. She knew that this could very well be a trick, that he could use her then ditch her with no issues. She wasn't so naive to think that his intentions were completely innocent and pure. She wasn't that stupid. She could hear Gabe's voice in her head chastising her for even entertaining him, let alone having him let him stay the night in her bed even if nothing physical happened. She had to hold back shaking her head to get his voice to shut up. For the first time in her life she wasn't going to let him dictate what she did, she was going to make her own choices and if this one turned out to be a mistake it was one she was going to choose to make. Taking a sip from the cup that was on the tray to wash down her toast she looked up at him with a small smile.
"I must admit Undertaker, I misjudged you quite a bit. I didn't think someone so devoted to the darkness could even say such nice, sweet things. Let alone even feel anything other than anger and hatred. I'm deeply flattered. But I can't help the feeling you have some ulterior motives behind trying to court me." His laugh was deep and crisp and to rumbled in his chest at her words.
"No ulterior motives my dear just some added perks; I would gain a woman who could stand on her own two feet and help me in a fight if necessary but also by being with you I get to annoy your cousin who has been a pain in my ass since you all debuted." Her smile grew into a chuckle, she couldn't blame him for being almost delighted about how angry her cousins would be if she actually was with him. Him mentioning that she would be able to fight alongside him made her excited, a chance to finally show the world and her family what she could do and that she wasn't a helpless little woman who needed a man to protect her at every turn.
"You'd let me fight?"
"Of course. You have talent, but you could use some training, you'd need to learn more moves and skills to last in the ring and teaching you would be a great pleasure." A small shiver ran down her spine as his eyes gained a hungry look at the not so subtle hint. She knew that she wasn't anywhere near ready to fully give herself to him but that look made tingles run over her skin. This was the freedom he had been offering, a chance to be free to do whatever she wanted, to truly be herself. It seemed to good to be true but damn if she wasn't going to take it. Damn her cousins, damn her past, damn everything that had ever held her back. Undertaker seemed to notice her resolve because a knowing smile crept onto his face. Reaching into the pocket of his sweats he pulled out a familiar black box and held it out towards her.
"Well, my Angel, do you think you could try to love the Devil?"
A strange feeling came over her, a sense of excitement yet a little fear, nervousness and a hint of desire. It seemed like a sort of proposal in a way, one that she could refuse if she wanted but she instead reached forward and took the box opening it and once more revealing the silver necklace with the beautiful amethyst. She took it out of its box before handing it to him and turning her back towards him. She couldn't see his face now but she was sure he was smiling as his hands came around and back again clasping it and gently pulling her hair up and over the chain. It rested perfectly against her collarbone and she brought a hand up to touch it. Undertaker's arms snaked their way around her waist and pulled her close so her back was against his chest and brought his chin to rest on her shoulder.
"You realize they will kick you out of the army for good this time right?"
"I do. What about you? I can't imagine Bearer being happy with you being with me." He chuckled slightly causing her body to shake from the movement.
"Paul doesn't control me, he knows this as well as I. We have a pact between us that I will explain at some other time, for now I'm simply enjoying being able to hold my own fallen angel."
"Hmm...Fallen Angel...I like it." If she was going to be in the ring she wanted a name that was both intimidating and a part of herself and this seemed to be the perfect way to show that. Her cousins were another matter. She couldn't just not show up with them tomorrow for the show, she wanted them to know exactly why she left. She wanted them to see her with Undertaker and not feel any guilt for it. She wanted a fresh start, leaving the Lord's army behind and moving forward with her Prince of Darkness.
"My cousin's will be a problem. They won't let me leave this room and will keep me under guard if they know I'm going to be with you from now on." He chuckled again and brought his lips to her neck placing small slow kisses there, letting his lips drag along her skin causing her to shiver again and goosebumps to appear.
"Not to worry my beauty, I already have a idea on how to handle them, however it will require you to hurt the boys. Do you think you could do that?"
"After everything they've done to me? I think I'm okay giving them a bruise or two."
"Good. Then we've got a lot of work to do before tomorrow night. It'll be one they'll never forget."
"Then what are we waiting for?"
Notes:
not my longest chapter nor my most exciting however I can promise that next chapter has a lot of excitement!
Chapter 6: Ch. 6
Summary:
We all make choices for better or worse. Sometimes we regret them, others not so much. We chose to love, to fight, to forgive or to hate. If you finally had the choice to live; would you take it?
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Angel stood in front of the mirror adjusting the floor length, long sleeved white robe with gold trim she was wearing. It had to sit perfectly, everything had to be perfect. The hood covered her hair and most of her face besides her lips and the smile on them just wouldn't go away. She and Undertaker had spent the whole day yesterday getting tonight ready and now as the time drew near she found herself feeling almost giddy with excitement. No one, especially not her cousins knew what was coming. A knock on the door told her it was time. Putting her arms together to slide her hands into the sleeves she headed towards the door pushing it open with her shoulder, she could see the bottoms of the matching white robes of her cousins all standing there, she couldn't see their faces but she didn't need to, whatever expression they worse now wouldn't matter soon.
"Alright let's go." Gabriel said as he turned leading the way towards the entrance to the ring. Angel followed behind him with Grace and Michael following her. As they stopped at the entrance Gabe turned to face her and she felt his hand on her shoulder.
"I'm proud of you Angel, you're taking a big step tonight. It'll be hard but I know you can do it." She could of laughed at his words but instead the smile on her face just got bigger.
"Yes, tonight; everything changes for me. I can't wait to see what the future holds." His hand left her shoulder as he turned around. Their group music started playing as they headed down the ramp towards the ring, the mix of boos and cheers the surrounded them was exciting to her as for the first time ever the crowd would get what they really wanted from her; a show. Climbing up the stairs and stepping into the ring she was careful the robe didn't lift or shift much before moving to sit in the folding chair Michael set up for her in the middle of the ring. Grace stood behind her while Michael and Gabriel stood in front of her letting her see up the ramp.
"Attention lost sheep!" Gabe said into a mic causing the crowd to mostly quiet down with some booing. "Tonight you will witness something incredible; the rebirth of a lost soul. My dear cousin Angel here, had been tempted and had hate growing in her heart. She was angry, vengeful, spiteful and yes defiant. We had argued and fought trying to get her to understand, and finally after a day of solitude, quiet and reflection she finally did. She came to us last night of her own accord and told us she wanted to publicly show her change. She wanted to show the world that she had made her choice and that anyone could break old chains and move on into the person they were born to be!"
A few cheers and boos sounded from around the room and Angel couldn't help rolling her covered eyes at him. Yes, those were the words she used when she went to them last night. Honestly she should of gotten an award with how easily she fooled them acting as if the time away from them had been hell on earth, that she wanted to reconcile and follow the path they had set for her. She wanted to do it a special way however, she wanted to do it in the ring, where everyone could see, she wanted to wear the robes they had worn when they debuted to show her rebirth into the army of the Lord. She had noted that Michael seemed skeptical but Grace and Gabriel had seemed thrilled. Gabe had even hugged her telling her he was so glad she had finally found the light.
"I'm pleased to present her, fresh, clean and pure to you tonight, and I pray that by showing you all her rebirth others may follow suit and walk into the light of God." Before Gabe could preach much more the lights switched off, bells started chiming and she felt her smile widen, this was it, no turning back. In the darkness she stood up quietly folding the chair and holding it in front of her, between the flashing lights of the cameras she could just make out the shapes of her cousins.
"Such a touching ceremony...makes me sick." Undertaker's voice cut over the music earning a loud screaming from the audience. "However you're right about one thing; tonight is about change and breaking free from old chains. The chains of lies, hypocrisy, confinement, and pain."
Angel stepped forward in the dark and as the purple lights started up, bringing the chair up over her head she brought it quickly down on top of Gabriel with a loud sick smack, before following her momentum around and crashing it into Michael who had turned to the sound of metal meeting flesh and Gabe's cry of pain. Both men hit the ground hard and as Undertaker appeared at the top of the ramp in his full gear, hat and all, she hit them both one more time for good measure. It wasn't enough to do permanent damage but they would be down for a little bit. Undertaker was quick to approach the ring as she dropped the chair stepping back to be standing in the middle of the ring once more. He stood at the top of the stairs and brought the lights back up, as they lit up the ring she heard Grace scream for her brothers rushing past Angel to them. A small part of her heart broke at the sight of her family hurt by her own hand but she couldn't lie that it felt a little good getting in a good smack to the both of them. Undertaker walked slowly in a circle around her as Gabe and Michael struggled to get back up with Grace trying to look over Gabe for injury.
"You know I always knew of your hypocrisy. How you act all high and mighty in front of us yet in truth you sin and fall to the dark side constantly, but I should thank you for it as well. For you not only showed the world that you are liars and false teachers but you also showed someone very important that as well. Ladies and Gentleman and you who are unworthy." Undertaker said giving her cousins a cruel smirk "I would like to present to you someone very special; my Fallen Angel!"
Angel brought her hands up to the clasp of the robe and pulled it off, throwing her head back at the same time so it fell to the floor in a large, dramatic fashion and showing off her new ring gear. Gone was her tight up ponytail and instead her long dark hair was pulled back into a messy french braid. She no longer wore the white shirt and pants with golden boots now her attire was completely opposite. She bore a tight black long sleeve shirt that came to loop around her middle fingers, which sat underneath a light blue off the shoulder crop top. Her pants were now all blue with black cuts along the legs, knee high heeled boots completed her look. She wore dark eyeshadow that brought out the brightness of her blue eyes and she had the necklace he had given her proudly hung around her neck. The outfit had been a gift from Undertaker who wanted her to both match him and yet be her own woman, and in a nod to both her name and the past on the back of her crop top in black shiny sequin were two angel wings like she had on her original look.
Cheers erupted from the crowd as she reveled herself and she couldn't lie it made her feel damn good. Undertaker also looked pleased how how good she looked wearing his gifts to her, her family however looked horrified. Grace had tears streaming down her face, Michael was stunned and Gabe looked like he wanted to kill her himself. Undertaker handed her the mic and moved behind her as a reminder to them that he was still here and would fight them if they tried anything.
"I want to say just one thing to you all; that this is your fault." She started. It seemed to get their attention so she kept going "All my life I've tried so hard to be perfect and be a good member of this family. I really did. I tried so hard to follow the rules and do what I was told but nothing I ever did was enough for you. I was never enough. Then Undertaker showed up. At first I rejected him, over and over again. I told him to get lost that I wanted nothing to do with him but I'll say this about him; he doesn't quit!"
The crowed cheered as Undertaker smirked at her. She paused for a minute before continuing.
"Then came two days ago. You called me every cruel name in the book, you insulted me, you screamed at me, and you accused me of doing everything wrong under the sun and yet I, I was the one who was going to apologize and you know what I got told? By Grace I was told that I make you all miserable, by Gabriel that I'm a slut and can't be trusted and Michael...Michael told me that I was a bastard and needed to let you all be your true family for a change, well guess what? You got it! You don't have to worry about me anymore. If you need me, I'll be doing what you two always seem to be doing when Grace or I weren't around; whatever the hell I want. Oh and be warned; try anything and a chair to the back won't be the worst thing you get."
With that she dropped the mic before feeling Undertaker's hand wrap around her waist and gently pull her towards the ropes. Stepping on the bottom one he made the opening bigger for her as she lead the way down the stairs. Once on the flat ground his left hand returned to her waist leading her up the ramp as they neared the top Gabe's voice cut through the cheers of the crowd.
"ANGEL!" He yelled into the mic. Lazily she looked looked over her shoulder at Gabe who was now leaning on the ropes with a crazy expression on his face.
"I don't know what damn spell or lies that demon has told you but this is your last chance! Either you throw yourself down and repent or from this day forward we will treat you the same way we treat all creatures of evil!"
Angel just raised a eyebrow at him before looking up at the Undertaker. A mischievous smile crept on her face and she looked back at her cousin. Maintaining eye contact with him she raised her arms and grabbed the front of Undertaker's jacket pulling him down before turning her head and standing on her toes to bring the deadman down into a deep kiss. The crowd around her roared with cheers and whistles but she could hardly hear it over the sound of blood rushing through her ears. Undertaker's lips were so soft yet somewhat cold against hers but felt oh so perfect as well. Having caught the large man off guard for a second he quickly recovered wrapping his large arms around her and pulling her close to himself, one around her waist and the other bringing a hand to the back of her head. Even with her eyes closed she could tell when the lights in the stadium turned off again but it was when she suddenly felt like she was falling into a icy whirlwind she opened her eyes to see nothing but darkness around her. Shutting them tightly again she tried to focus on Undertaker still holding and kissing her when the feeling suddenly went away and he pulled back from her. Gasping she held onto his jacket for dear life as it seemed as if all breath had been stolen from her. He held her tightly to keep her from falling and chuckled softly.
"Well done Princess, you just teleported for the first time. Handled it better than some others have." It was only a few minutes before she realized she was standing in what she assumed was his locker room. She also realized that there was someone else here with them, Paul Bearer was sitting in a chair near the door holding the golden urn he was always carrying and jumped up when he saw Undertaker but paused when he saw her.
"Well, well, well what have we here?" He said with a creepy smile on his face. "Did you steal a angel from heaven to torment?"
"Watch it fat man or you'll see why they say angel's are warriors..." She hissed adjusting her grip on the jacket. The large jerk of a manager made her uncomfortable and she didn't want him to think she'd let him mess with her.
"She is my Angel. She is to be treated with respect, understand Paul?" Undertaker said glaring at his companion from under the rim of his hat.
"Oh of course Undertaker, I will be sure to be kindly." Bearer's smile was still creepy and she had to fight hard to keep the disgusted look off her face when looking at him. If she was going to be with the Undertaker she'd have to deal with him so better to show him she's serious upfront.
"We have a match for tonight Bearer, so go handle the details I want to spend some time with my Starlight." Undertaker ordered lifting a hand to cup Angel's cheek moving her gently to look up at him. Bearer nodded quickly before leaving the room, leaving them alone in the quiet.
"I must say you managed to surprise me once again sweet Angel." He said stroking her cheek with his thumb "I wasn't expecting our first kiss to be in front of so many people, however it was probably for the best. Now the whole world knows you're mine." The smile on his face stunned her, a mix of cockiness yet admiration as he looked down at her. She smirked before releasing the grip she had on him and smoothing out his jacket.
"Well I wanted a good way to shut Gabe up and in a way thank you for everything you've done for me. Seemed like a good way to do it."
"Hmm agreed however I don't believe just the one is quite enough to truly thank me for all I've done. Perhaps a few more would be enough." She chuckled at his not so subtle attempt to get more kisses from her but after the first taste of him she was more than happy to oblige.
"I suppose you are correct, you do deserve a little bit more."
This time he leaned down on his own to meet her lips again. The kisses were long and slow, feeling each other out more throughly, enjoying the moment. The position seemed to bother his neck after a short while die to hight differences so he gently grabbed her hands and walked backwards to sit on a long bench. Having her stand in front of him he put her arms around his neck before reaching forward to grab the back of her knees forcing her downwards and pulling her legs towards himself to sit her on his lap in one fluid motion. The sudden drop made her gasp but once she realized what he had done she chuckled again before rewarding him with another kiss. His hands slowly slid along her back as they sat there, lips moving against each other in long lingering kisses. It was surreal, being in his embrace like this, but yet it felt so right. Shivers ran up her spine as his right hand moved down her back and down along her leg before moving back up again. A knocking at the door broke the spell between them causing them to separate reluctantly and a voice from a worker through the door signaled Undertaker's five minute warning. Undertaker growled lowly clearly annoyed burying his face into her exposed neck placing light lingering kisses making her giggle at the feeling of his facial hair on her skin.
"It seems, my moonlight, we will have to continue this later after my match. I want you ringside, I don't trust the idiot men in your family not to do something stupid." He pulled away slowly bringing a hand to cup her chin. "And since you're now publicly with me it would be safer in general for you to stay close, at least until we get you a little more training."
"Very well then...my prince of darkness." It was the first time she called him any sort of pet name and it earned her a satisfied smirk.
"Good girl, after my match we'll leave for the hotel, where we can rest for a while and truly have a chance to get to know one another." His hand left her chin to grip her leg as he stood up to his full hight holding her effortlessly causing her to giggle again. She felt almost giddy at how easily he was able to handle her and his clear intent later tonight. Stealing one more long kiss from her he slowly set her back down on her feet before adjusting his hat and opening the door for her to pass through. As she left the locker room pausing to let him take the lead and following close behind him she felt a strange sense of peace. Despite the chaos of literally cutting off what little family she had, and losing everything she had ever know she couldn't of felt more sure of her decisions, she was excited to see where this next chapter of her life was headed.
Notes:
Hey two chapters in one month! Had some extra time and inspiration so I thought I'd put it to good use and bust out another chapter! Fair warning for next chapter it'll be my first time writing something more spicy so bare with me lol
Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Chapter 7: Ch. 7
Summary:
Some poisons kill you instantly, others get under your skin and into your blood making you almost desperate for them. Beware what poisons you take, you may just get addicted.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The match had been mostly uneventful, a good one that Undertaker ultimately won almost to easily. Fortunately her cousins hadn't shown their faces while it was going on however after the ref had called his victory and they and Paul Bearer were standing at the foot of the ring they appeared at the top of the ramp. Gabriel looked furious while Michael and Grace just looked tired and a bit angry.
"You." Gabriel said into the mic pointing at her. "You worthless, disgusting, filthy, backstabbing bitch! How dare you humiliate us, your family, and join forces with one of the most evil beings on Earth! The very one we were brought in to defeat!"
Angel felt Undertaker's presence behind her, a quiet comfort ready to step in the moment she needed him to, however this was her fight. Her family, her problems, her mess and it was up to her to face it head on and show she ment business and was worthy to stand next to such a powerful man. A worker came up carefully next to her holding out a mic for her to take. He seemed to be trying to stay as far away from her as possible, most likely trying to avoid the Undertaker getting angry at him being so close to his woman.
"First off Gabe; that's not very Christian of you." She started earning loud laughs and cheers from the audience, she could even hear a chuckle from Paul. "Secondly; I told you why earlier and I was pretty sure I didn't hit you hard enough with the chair to effect your hearing. All of you treated me like dirt, the scum of the Earth, like a waste of space. He showed me my value. Showed me what it's like to be desired, wanted sought after. You hypocrites can go jump in hellfire for all I care."
Gabriel threw the mic down with a yell and started charging at her full speed. Before she even had a chance to truly react a feeling of a strong arm wrapped around her waist and the lights cutting out startled her before that feeling of her breath being taken away surrounded her again. Undertaker was teleporting them. The feeling stopped and the lights came on revealing Undertaker's dressing room. He had grabbed the back of Paul's jacket and had his arm around her to get all of them away quickly. His arm left her waist and released his manager as he stepped away sitting on the long bench and digging into his open bag.
"Apologies for the sudden exit, my sweet angel, I didn't feel like hashing it out with that idiot again." He said pulling out his civilian clothes. Paul went and got into his own bag pulling out the purple velvet bag carefully sliding the golden urn he always carried into it like it could break from the air he breathed.
"It's alright. I didn't feel like trying to explain to him everything he did wrong again." She moved to sit by the deadman and started to undo the braid her hair had been kept in.
"You should of fought him Undertaker...Let everyone see that no light can defeat the darkness..." Paul said with growing excitement in that squeaky voice of his, the cruel smile on his face as he turned to face them was creepy to say the least. "Then no one would dare question the power ever again! Not Mankind....not the Army...no one! Everyone would bow to our power!"
"Mankind will be dealt with soon. As will the Army, but that was not the focus of tonight. Tonight's focus was showing the world my Fallen Angel." Undertaker responded bringing a hand up and over to cup her chin, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "After all she's a perfect example herself to the power of the Undertaker. That I can make anyone see the truth of this world."
Pulling her face towards him gently he placed a kiss against the side of her neck before sliding her ring bag into her hands. Paul scoffed and turned his attention back to his own stuff muttering to himself as she stood and went into the bathroom to change. As she removed her ring gear she could hear Paul's voice through the door, volume at just under a yell. She wasn't able to make out any words but she could tell he wasn't to happy because while he wasn't shouting his voice was certainly raised. Pulling her purple short sleeve shirt over her head she could hear the door to the locker room almost slam shut. After she was dressed she put all her gear into the bag and walked out. Undertaker was now in a black tee shirt and blue jeans with black boots and Bearer was no where to be seen.
"What was all that noise about?" She asked walking over to him. He shook his head picking up his bag and taking her's from her.
"Nothing you need to worry about my dear, just one of Paul's temper tantrums. He'll be fine. Now then, ready to go?" He arm snaked it's way around her shoulders as she nodded and he once more cut the lights and made the room spin around them. When it stopped she could feel the warm evening air envelop them as she realized they were just outside their hotel in a dark corner so no one would see them arrive.
"Isn't there a car that could bring you here?" She asked as he lead the way towards the main entrance. WWE pretty much reserves the whole hotel so the wrestlers don't have to fight a bunch of fans to get up into their rooms so cars are usually rented to take them back and forth to the arena.
"They do. However I didn't want to deal with the chance of your family or Vince slowing us down getting here. I make my own way."
"You certainly do."
He took care of checking them in and getting the room key before leading the way to the room. It wasn't huge but it had a queen size bed with two end tables on either side, a small kitchen area with a stove, microwave, fridge and two cabinets, a bathroom, and a small table with two chairs. Just big enough for them and Angel found herself mentally thanking god that Bearer would clearly not be in here with them for multiple reasons. Undertaker set the bags down on the table before coming up and picking her up bridal style effortlessly moving to sit on the bed setting her on his lap moving one hand around her waist and the other resting on her leg. Moving her hair away from her neck he buried his face into it placing soft lingering kisses on the sensitive skin.
"Finally alone with my goddess. I've been craving this since you first rejected me all those weeks ago." His voice rumbled against her skin making her shiver in delight. Her right arm sliding around his shoulder and the other resting on his chest. "No one will bother us and we'll go slowly. I want to make this feel amazing... now tell me everything about yourself...when is your birthday? What is your favorite color? Where did you grow up? When did you join up with your cousins? Tell me everything."
"I was born in October...My favorite color is blue....where I grew up doesn't matter ah!" A nip from the deadman on her neck caused her to wince softly earning a chuckle from the man.
"Everything about you matters my dear, but you don't have to tell me everything yet if you're not ready. For now I am satisfied with what I've learned." He placed more kisses and light nips on her neck making her squirm and almost whimper against him.
"I want to know everything about you too."
"In time, my dear, in time." There was a tone of finality in his voice and she decided not to push him at the moment as there were far more important things she was wanting to explore with him. As his lips were busy on her neck his hands were slowly sliding up and down her body seemingly making sure to miss her most sensitive areas and causing her to feel a sense of need she never felt before. Her hands tightened on his shirt pulling on it lightly in a not so subtle attempt to get him to stop teasing her once again bringing forth a chuckle from him.
"Patience princess, I want to know every inch of your body, and know exactly which spots makes you tick." He punctuated his point but bitting a little harder where her shoulder meets her neck causing a surprised moan to escape her. Seemingly deciding he didn't have good enough access he stood up setting her on the bed against the pillows before positioning himself above her, moving a leg between hers, before returning to her neck biting on the skin once more and giving it a hard suck sliding his cold hand slowly up under her shirt to rest on the curve of her waist, her hands moved to be gripping onto his arms as she bit her lip to suppress the moans that were threatening to come out her face bright pink in excitement and nerves. He released her neck to slowly slide up the side of her face till his warm breath came over her ear.
"None of that now sweetheart, I want to hear all of your noises...." He whispered before moving his hand further up her shirt to cup her breast over her bra giving it a squeeze and running his thumb over her hardening nipple, earning a soft whimper and making her back arch against his hand as her grips his strong arms tightly. His lips moved from the side of her face to his lips again before his fingers slipped underneath her bra to tweak the harden numb with his fingers making her squirm.
He lowered his body onto hers to keep her still as his tongue slid into her mouth battling hers in a war he was determined to win, his free hand moving around underneath her shirt to quickly unclasp the bra before both hands moved down to pull her shirt up and over her head before being tossed somewhere behind him. Angel covered herself with her hands out of instinct, blush going from pink to red quickly. The movement caused him to pause before gently cupping her cheek with his hand caressing it with his thumb.
"If you're not ready we can stop right now." She shook her head quickly. She wanted this, she needed this, and she'd never forgive herself if she backed down now. She wanted him and no matter what had been drilled into her head about sin and sex she was going to take this pleasure and ride it out till the end.
"No I want it I just...I've never been with a guy like this and got nervous." She said slowly moving her hands away from herself. Undertaker's eyes darkened leaving very little of the bright green showing and yet he didn't react like Gabriel said a man in a deep lust would; instead of ignoring her words or feelings and taking only what he desired he kissed her forehead and slid his free hand slowly along her arm to help relax her.
"I'll go as slow as you need my moonlight, just say the word and we'll stop. No questions asked." His gentle reassurances and soft touches worked like magic making her tense body relax and unwind.
Looking as if he got a idea he removed himself from her before pulling his own shirt over his head and tossing it aside. He then sat on the bed removing his boots and socks before unbuttoning his jeans and removing them too shoving them away with his foot. Standing there in just his black boxers and sporting a large bulge that made her swallow in anticipation she got a rare chance to admire the Undertaker's physical prowess. While he was not the most bulky he was obviously strong, not skinny but certainly not fat, a decent layer of stomach that only made him seem soft yet still of so powerful. He then walked over to her removing her shoes and pants off leaving her in just her panties. He then laid down on his back on the bed and once comfortable he gently took her leg and pulled it over himself settling her on his lap, his covered cock not rubbing gently against her pussy making her shiver and bite her lip softly.
"There, now you have all control. When you are ready we can remove the rest, we go at your pace." He whispered with a smile sliding his hands slowly up and down her bare thighs. His attempts to make her feel at ease sent a different warmth through her body, she didn't feel like just some hooker he was fucking, she felt seen by him. It made her feel a confidence she hadn't even thought possible.
Taking advantage of that confidence she leaned down to kiss him allowing him to slide his tongue into her mouth once more and moving her hips gently shivering when the hardness underneath her brushed against her clit.
"You're so wet already..." He whispered against her lips. It was true. Just in the brief touches, kisses and hickeys that now adorned her neck like her necklace, her panties were starting to get soaked with her juices. She moved her hips more, the feeling it was causing was addicting, but she needed more, and knew how to get it. Standing up she slide her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Now completely bare in front of him she could see his hands gripping the bedsheets in attempt to stay in control.
"God Angel...You're so fucking beautiful..." His cock throbbed in his boxers. Moving to his side she slid the garment down his legs just enough for him to kick it away. Now she could see it clearly; long but not to long that he would fit inside her, just thick enough she was sure it would hurt a little to stretch to compensate and the tip was already leaking precum. Determined she climbed back on top of him sliding her wet pussy along his length and making his eyes roll back to a close with a deep sigh. She was also enraptured by the feeling, the sparks and shivers it sent through her were delightful and she wanted more. She moved more sliding herself along him, her juices covering his cock as she chased a pleasure she had only dreamed about. Undertaker's hands griped her thighs as he watched her pleasure herself with him.
"That's it princess... take what you need...get yourself ready for what's to come..." She moved faster leaning forward so his tip and shaft would hit and rub her clit in fast even strokes. She could feel it; orgasm. It was coming faster than she expected, she felt her hips stuttering as she tried to keep up, to help he started moving his hips against her helping her get that deep grind to send her over the edge, and it did. She had never felt such a thing, it was like lightning shooting through her veins. Her body shook and twitched as she moaned and gasped, Undertaker still grinding her against him causing the feeling to continue for longer until she almost fell onto his chest panting. His body rumbled as he chuckled and ran his hands along her back causing goosebumps on her skin.
"First orgasm my dear?" She nodded into his shoulder, unable to find the words. "Well I promise you, you will have many more. Are you ready? May I make you feel like the goddess you are?"
She nodded again and he gently wrapped a arm around her back as he flipped them over, her legs resting on his hips and his cock hard and straight ready to claim her. Even in a lustful haze she suddenly felt nervous giving him a soft pleading look. His right hand moved to cup her face as his left guided his cock to her entrance and rubbing gently.
"Don't worry, I know, I'll be gentle." He then slowly slid the tip of his cock into her making her gasp and bite her lip, her hands shot up to grip his sides as his left hand slid up to gently grip her hip. He allowed her a moment to adjust before pushing more into her. She groaned at the invasive feeling, it hurt and stung yet after he stayed there for a moment she could feel the pleasure following closely behind it.
"This is where it will hurt." He whispered before giving a more hard push. She let out a cry as the sharp pain shot through her, He had broken her seal. She was now no longer a pure maid and as her let her settle she didn't regret it for a moment. Another push and another pause before one more push and a groan came from the large man above her.
"Good girl...I'm fully in...ugh god you're so tight...fuck..." He then slowly pulled out of her causing her to whimper before moaning when he slid back in. As he started to pick up speed the movements became more fluid, her juices and likely blood had caused a slick covering over his cock that made him move effortlessly inside her. Her mind went blank as he started to truly fuck her. Her moans and gasps filled the room accompanied by his grunts and sounds of bodies meeting one another. His mouth met her's and another battled ensued as he claimed her. His hands roaming over her body one settling on her breast pinching a sensitive nipple between fingers while the other slid down to start making quick circles with his thumb.
It was to much, the feeling was growing unbearable, her body was screaming for more yet all she could do was moan into his mouth, and hold onto his slides for dear life, sliding her nails down his skin. He growled at the feeling and buried his teeth into her neck as he picked up his pace. She could feel that climax building again, deep inside her, she couldn't say anything but she knew he knew. Using his body to almost pin her his thrusting brought her to her peak and she cried out as it ripped through her. He didn't slow his motions as she shook and gripped him, he continued until one final push into her where he released himself. She could feel his cock twitch inside her as he filled her with his cum. His mouth returned to hers as both their bodies worked their way down from their highs.
After a few minutes he slowly removed himself from her their juices slowly leaking out onto the bed. Rising he walked into the bathroom she would of sat up to watch him but her body felt limp and heavy. She could hear the sink before he returned with a damp rag, gentle of her sensitive pussy he cleaned her and the bed before standing again. He then went about bringing some water for her to drink before sliding back into the bed with her pulling the covers up and over the both of them. Adjusting herself so her back was to his chest and his arm securely around her waist gently stroking her arm she felt a wave of belonging wash over her as well was a wave of exhaustion causing a yawn to escape her and her eyes to grow heavy as a soft kiss was placed on her cheek.
"Sleep my treasure. You'll need your strength in the morning."
Notes:
Wow I wasn't sure I'd get this chapter out in time! This might of been a short steamy time but trust me when I say...There will be more and longer ones lol Hope you enjoyed!
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Hello all!
First I want to apologize for missing last months upload deadline, August was a crazy month of illness, family troubles and everything but the kitchen sink! I want to thank all of you who enjoy this work for being understanding and know that in the next month I'm going to try to get two chapters unloaded to try and stay on the schedule I have in mind. With luck the first one will be out within 2 weeks at the most.
See you all soon!
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