A/N: Another one from Sin's list of story starters. Jeeze, you'd think my musi would be out of juice, but Nnnnooooo, they fire a mile a minute, just not on what I want them too. lol Anyways, I hope you all enjoy.
It was time and he knew it. He was too old for this shit and it was beginning to show. But what happens when Vince doesn't want to let him go? Vince sends him to a cabin in the woods with a woman that was thought of as a witch. If she was she was the prettiest witch he had ever seen. So when he decides that if Vince had to have what he wanted then he had to have what he wanted too. And what he wants is that girl in his bed for the rest of his life.
Mark grumbled to himself as he pulled up to the secluded cabin. It was miles away from anywhere, and he doubted that he got cell reception out here. He had wanted to leave the WWE for good, but Vince didn't want to part with one of his biggest money makers. Instead he'd talked Mark into visiting this woman that he knew. Said that she'd be able to restore his love of the business. Vince was full of it. Mark didn't fall out of love with the business, his body was just too fucking old to do the matches that the fans wanted to see. He wanted to go out while he could still get up from a hard fall and not worry about his hip or his spine cracking in two.
He sat in the truck for a few minutes longer to see if anyone would come out and investigate the origin of the loud rumbling that reverberated off the trees. No one did, so he turned off his truck. Carefully he got out and looked around. The cabin sat in the dead center of a ring of trees, a cauldron sat by the door and a cat lounged on the porch. He shivered as he felt eyes on him and he whirled around quickly, regretting it the minute he did. His back spasmed and he went down to one knee until the debilitating pain passed. After a few minutes he got back to his feet and wiped the tear from his eye that had leaked out while he was down.
Still no one came to door, and he knew that they had to of heard the slam of his truck door. With a mumbled curse he walked up to the porch, the feeling of being watching coming back in full force. He looked around once again, and this time he seen that the cat was staring up at him, it's eyes never wavering or blinking. He shrugged his shoulders and went to knock on the door, but before his hand could collide with heavy wood the door swung open. He swallowed hard and peered into the darkness on the other side.
"Hello?" He called, his voice shaking somewhat, no answer. "Hello?" He tried again.
"Mr. Calaway. I've been expecting you." Came a soft melodious voice from behind him.
Mark jumped and whirled around, his heart in his throat. There standing behind him was as woman that barely came to his chest. Her hair was a light reddish brown, and her eyes reminded him of emeralds. She was standing there in a loose flowing skirt with a gauzy top. To his mind she looked like a gypsy and he fought the urge to ask where her caravan was. The cat purred loudly and jumped down from the porch, twining about her legs as it kept eye contact with him.
"Y-you have?"
"Of course. Vince called and told me that you were coming." She said with a smile as she walked past him and into the house.
"Really? You mean you get cell phone reception out here?" Mark asked as he followed her in.
"Out here? No, my calls are fielded at the store in town and they give me messages when I come in."
One by one candles flared to life, bathing the room in a soft glow while at the same time casting shadows that danced in the corner of his eyes. She moved over to a small table that sat next to the fire place and removed a pine cone from her skirt, setting in the middle. The more he looked at that table the clearer it became that it was an alter. She then lit a gold candle and a silver candle that sat on either corner of the alter. There was a bowl of water off to one side and a shell full sand that housed a stick of incense at the other. Painted on the plain wood surface in sliver and gold mixed paint was a large pentacle.
He watched as she bowed her head and passed the pine cone through the water, the smoke of the incense, the sand, and the flame of the candle. Wordlessly she doused the candles on the alter and got back to her feet, the skirt flaring out around her as she turned to speak. He was enchanted with the way that the light played on the material that he didn't hear a word she said and blushed red when she called him on it.
"Mr. Calaway, are you listening?"
"Huh, uh no." He said.
"Well, this is a week long sojourn in the woods for you. What you make of your time here is up to you. Mr. Hickenbottom came away with a great respect for those around him and nature. Mr. Jacobs a deeper understanding of the veil between life and death, sanity and insanity. While I enjoyed a rather nice battle of wits with Mr. Fatu." She said as she walked in a circle around him.
"You mean Shawn, Eddie, and Glen were sent out here?"
"Among others. They too had questions that Vince couldn't answer. So he sent them to me. Mr. Hickenbottom's stay here was many years ago though. While Mr. Jacobs was not too long ago. Mr. Fatu just left."
"Well will you tell me your name? I can't just stay here for a week without knowing what to call you." He said, fidgeting nervously under her probing gaze.
"Call me whatever you feel comfortable with. For Mr. Jacobs it was Sabrina, for Mr. Hickenbottom is was Mary, and for Mr. Fatu it was Little One."
"Wait a minute. Doesn't knowing some one's name supposed to give you power over them?" Mark asked as he watched her continue to circle him.
"Very good Mr. Calaway. You are the first one to figure that out so soon."
"So you have power over me, but I'm to have none over you? That's not fair." Mark frowned as she stopped and looked at him.
"Life's not fair Mr. Calaway, but I'm sure you know that."
"Are you a witch?"
"Yes."
That was the last thing she said as the candles then winked out one by one until the room was completely dark. Something brushed against him in the dark and Mark jumped, cursing Vince for sending him to this woman.