Note: This is a fanfiction that is based off of a book that I am currently writing at the moment. Some of the names have been changed since this is a fanfiction and not the actual story. I don't own or have anything to do with the WWE, its partners, or with the character the Undertaker
Chapter One
Behind the wheel of a cherry red 2000 Pontiac Grand Prix GT, Emily guided the powerful vehicle down the curvy, country road outside the city limits of Houston, Texas that went in a southeastern direction towards the medium-sized town of Oleander, Texas. She kept her chestnut brown eyes focused on the road before her while several strands of her long hair hung down against the sides of the slightly tanned complexion on her face and her hands gripped onto the leather cover on the steering wheel. Her curvaceous frame kept itself sitting upright in the driver side seat with only a gray tank top and a pair of denim jeans concealing the white push up bra and low rise panties that were the only articles of clothing beneath them that hid her round, firm breasts, and tight ass.
It shouldn't be much further now.
She had been on the road that took her away from the townhouse dwelling that she spent her life in when she is not at work or spending time with her friends for about an hour now. Heading in a direction that was going to lead her to a place she had not been to since she was a child, an overwhelming amount of nervousness and excitement started to consume her thoughts.
I wonder if things still look the same as they did when I last spent time with my grandmother.
Memories of her childhood spent with her granny, Belle Withers, flashed before her eyes, filling her entire mind and reminding her of all the wonderful times she had there during her summer breaks from school.
Now, she worked for a living and was a full grown adult. Well…she was working until the administrator informed her that the position she currently had at the law firm, Jensen and Jacobs, was no longer required without giving any warning or hint to her that she was going to be fired.
Shifting her attention back to the road, Emily noticed where the large and highly outdated welcome sign to Oleander was sticking in the ground with the green and white paint showing signs of aging from the several years it had been standing out in the open, as well as from the obvious signs of the paint job started to chip away from it, exposing the backboard on which the sign had been created on.
Here I am…Back in Oleander. Perhaps this is just what I need…Some time to get away from Houston, and get my head cleared before I make any big decisions on what I need to do next.
She had done the logical and responsible act of paying her landlord for the next two months on the apartment, and turning off her electricity and utilities in order to keep from being billed while she was away. If she was going to spend some of her summer with her grandmother, she didn't want to be troubled by the thought of owing any bills during the time she was away.
Emily drove the car she worked hard to afford and pay off onward, entering the historical part of Oleander. She moved her eyes around the place, scanning over the structures where people were going in and out and the roads that went off in different directions to find a similar sight that would spark a memory of some form that would assist her in where she needed to go.
I know that the road to Granny Belle's home is around here somewhere…but where is it?
Her eyes looked away from the tall, historical shops in the downtown district that had been standing for the last hundred years, and focused on a four way intersection she was approaching.
In the blink of an eye, a flash of her grandmother driving them to that very intersection when she was last there danced across her mind, revealing to her which of the four roads she needed to take in order to reach the ranch.
She gave a right hand turn signal to the vehicles around her, informing them of her choice in direction. Emily took a brief look at the stoplight, and found it still be green, giving her the ability to head on before it changed. Gripping onto the cover of the steering wheel, her hands made a sharp right turn around the small corner, and proceeded to move down another road in an eastern direction, heading for the hills of Oleander and her grandmother's home.
Opening up the large doors on Ms. Withers' barn, Mark moved inside the tall building with the sunlight of the summer sun streaming in with him, and down the dirt covered aisle that ran between the horse stalls on either side of him, and headed to the far end of it where the horse feed was kept in a container beside a pile of hay that he had left beside it the previous night in order to make it easier on him. His tall, muscular physique strolled at a calm pace and demeanor while his body language and face possessed an overwhelming vibe of authority radiating off of it. A simple white tank top and a pair of denim jeans with signs of some wear and tear to them covered the parts of him that he didn't want just anyone to see.
"Morning, ladies." He said, calling out to the horses that were nestled all around him in the stalls. His deep, southern accent caused several of the horses to perk up while others simply neighed out their greetings to him in their own language. "I am here to satisfy your hunger and fulfill your needs."
A charming smile moved across his golden tan complexion that many referred to simply as a 'Farmer's Tan'. With his long, black hair tied back in a ponytail and a white cowboy hat on top of his head, Mark approached where the feed was nestled in a large container, and flipped a small switch on the left side of it, activating the inner workings of the machine.
Don't forget to put the bucket underneath the nozzle.
His conscience screaming at him both reminded him of what needed to be done, and alarmed him at how loudly its tone echoed inside of his mind. Wishing to not anger it further, Mark reached down to where a large, metal bucket was beside the feed container, and held it under the nozzle that was provided with its large handle in his right hand.
You don't have to scream at me like that, you know. He snapped at the part of his brain that had shouted at him with no warning beforehand. Although his voice was not shouting, it had a high amount of frustration in the growl he chose to use to get his own point across. There is no emergency or crisis here…Just horse feed coming out of a machine and falling into a bucket is all that is going on.
If you don't have the tools necessary to do the job right when it is happen, you will fail tremendously.
Must you be a smartass all the time?
It is not my fault that you don't have the capacity to think on your own, and make the right decisions yourself, Mark.
You're just being an ass now.
Comes with the territory of being part of an ass like you.
He truly despised his conscience sometimes…and this was one of those times. If it wasn't screaming at him to do the right thing at that very second, it was going out of its way to show how arrogant it could be.
Mumbling a bit under his breath, Mark flipped the switch off, and made his way to the first of the stalls. The sight of a cream colored mare poking its head through an opening in its stall brought a smile to his face, and removed most of the influence that the little voice inside his head had on him.
"Hi there, Snowball." He said, friendly, as his right hand lifted the bucket to the opening of its stall for its food, and started to pour some of the oats down the chute inside that led to the animal's troth. "I have something very tasty for you today-"
While he was pouring Snowball's oats, the sound of a car pulling up in front of Belle's ranch style home echoed to his ears, and caught his attention.
Mark looked in the direction of the barn's open doorway, and caught sight of a red 2000 Pontiac Grand Prix GT parked out front not far from the barn. His curiosity got the better of him, and caused him to place the bucket containing the horses' oats down on the dirt floor, and move in the direction of the barn's open doorway to see who had just parked out in front of Belle's house.