I just had a spur of the moment idea. I hope you like it. I just have been hit by sudden inspiration and I wanted to do something I wanted to do for a change. Hope you enjoy this fanfiction. Loraine belongs to me; all others belong to WWE.

Prologue

Loraine stared in the mirror for the third time. She was so tired of being eye candy for Vince McMahon. She wondered if things would be different. Everyone was so scared of Kane after he flipped out on RAW. No one dared to cross him.

"Is he alive or dead?" The wrestling world knew who he was talking about, but did they really? She finished putting on her purple blouse and black miniskirt, the Undertaker's colors, when there was a knock at the door. It startled her, but she went to it anyway.

Kane was standing there and those in the hall looked at her with sympathy. "Let me in to your room." He said quietly, but it was still menacing.

She let him in and shut the door. "What can I do for you, Kane?"

"Where is he?" Kane moaned. "I'm lost without him. You are the closest I have to him, you know."

"What do you mean?" Loraine asked.

"You wear his colors and have the scary factor. The divas are scared of you." Kane smiled at her.

"What does that mean to me?"

"I want someone to help me get even with John Cena, JBL, and Batista." Kane looked at her. "I'll protect you and in exchange you toy with them."

"What will happen to this deal when your brother comes back?" Loraine asked.
"I'm hoping he'll accept you into the family."

"As?"

"My lover and slave."

She paused. "Slave?"

"Yes, you can't hope to outpower me. You will become my slave and help me whether you like it or not." Kane grabbed her and pulled her into him.

"Fine, but if I can find a way out, I'll take it." Loraine shivered.

"What is it?"

"Your brother is watching the arena. It is only a matter of time." She said.

"Good, go to Batista first. Remember, if you tell anyone, I will beat you within an inch of your life. You belong to me now." He kissed her roughly.

"Yes, Kane."

He slapped her. "No, what am I, Loraine?"

"Master."

"Good girl. Now be master's pet and go to Batista. You must call me Kane in public."

"Yes, Master." She left her dressing room and the people outside wondered what happened in there.

She found Batista in the next hallway, talking to Shawn Michaels.

"So I think that Kane will…hello there, Loraine." Shawn was saying, but saw the beauty standing there. "What's going on?"

Her fright was still there. "You need to help me."

"What's wrong? Something happen?" Batista asked.

"Kane came to my dressing room and now he's stalking me. I need to be protected from him. Please!" Loraine's genuine fear was playing to both of them.

"I'll protect you." Batista said.

"You will? He's been crazy ever since he screamed 'Is he alive or dead?'" Loraine shivered.

"In all fairness, you are wearing his brother's colors." Shawn pointed out.

"I like purple and this skirt was the only one that went with it." Loraine defended.

"Well, I'm sure we can unite against Kane." Batista smiled.

"NO!" Loraine shouted. "If he knew I went for help, it would only hurt me."

"She has a point, Dave." Shawn said.

"Protection from afar? I can do that." Batista hugged her. "I'll see you in the main event, right? It's me and Shawn vs. CM Punk and Kane."

"I'll be out there, sure." She forced a smile.

"See you then. Come on, Shawn."

"Wait, who's refereeing?"

"John Cena is, why?" Shawn asked.

"Just wondered is all." She turned the corner and went back to her dressing room, opening the door. Kane was still there and she sat on the floor and waited.

"Well?" Kane growled.

"Batista has agreed to protect me from you stalking me, Master. I have to go to the main event tonight or he will get suspicious." Loraine bowed her head.

"Good." Kane said. "They will get what they deserve. The Brothers of Destruction will make sure they rest in peace."

Loraine cowered, having a secret smile as Kane's booming laugh echoed in her room.