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"Tinga, it's imperative that you keep away from Edge." Sybelle said calmly. "Ministry members are required to maintain a distance from others."
"Is this because I'm different or something?" Tinga asked, putting her hands on her hips. "Cause thats a lame excuse."
Sybelle kept her expressionless demeanor. "Protocol demands it Tinga. Your bright orange hair and absurd outfits have nothing to do with it. For your own good, stay away."
"Is that a threat?" Tingas face grew dark. She stepped up to Sybelle and eyed her.
Tinga was 5'11", 150 lbs of solid muscle. Her hair was a wild mass of bright orange. Her teal eyes always seemed to be laughing, except now. Currently they appeared to be burning with anger. She wore a clear vinyl jumper with large smiley faces covering her private parts.
Sybelle was at a disadvantage. She stood 5'9" and was barely 128 lbs. Her long straight hair was the color of her eyes, jet black. She was clothed in a black velvet tank dress.
"You would dare to raise a hand against the sister of the Undertaker?"
"What do you think?" Tinga pushed Sybelle back.
"I think you are a fool." Sybelle replied quietly.
Tinga pulled back her fist only to have her elbow positioned to the breaking point behind her back.
"Thats not a good idea." Came Christians voice. He looked over at Sybelle. "You all right?"
"Yes, Christian. You may release her."
Edge and Gangrel appeared. They each took a place at Sybelles side. Edge kept his eyes on the ground.
Christian loosened his hold on Tinga and stepped away from her. "Your brother demands an audience with you."
Sybelle nodded, never looking away from Tinga. "I don't tell you this because I hate you. I don't. I'd just rather not watch you get hurt. Heed my words Tinga." Without saying anymore, Sybelle allowed the trio to escort her away.
Tinga watched them go feeling confused. If Sybelle wanted to keep her away from Edge, then why not allow Christian to emphasize it? It didnt make any sense. In the WWF nobody allowed warnings to go without a small tinge of pain to get it across.
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Edge, Christian and Gangrel stopped outside the Undertaker's locker room. "He awaits you inside." Gangrel said.
"Anyone else?"
"Just him."
Sybelle frowned. "Where's Paul Bearer?"
Edge rolled his eyes. "He took the rest of the Ministry out to the ring. They have an eight man tag tonight and he wants to prep them."
"Any ideas as to what he wants to see me about?"
"None."
"Lovely." Sybelle braced herself for another confrontation. Her step-brother only demanded audiences with her if he was angry.
"Should we wait for you?" Christian asked with a look of concern.
"No. Go do whatever you want. Edge, I want you to go to my room though and wait for me. I wish to speak with you."
"Yes, Sybelle."
Nothing more said, she walked into the room. It came as no surprise to find the room draped in black curtains with only candles lighting it. Undertaker was sitting in a heavy oak chair with armrests that ended in the shape of gargoyles. He gestured to an armless high backed chair.
"Sit."
Sybelle obediently did as she was told. "You wished to see me?"
"It was made known to me that you were in contact with Demona yesterday."
"Yes."
"Why didn't you come to me first?"
"I wasn't aware that I was to inform you of my every move."
He leaned forward out of the shadows. "Sybelle, impudence isn't becoming."
"I'm sorry."
"Again, why didn't you come to me?"
"I didn't think it necessary."
"How can I keep you safe if you run off?"
"Safe from whom?"
"Enemies of mine that would seek to use you against me."
Sybelle smiled bitterly. "Evidently I was well protected. You knew where I went."
"Mideon seen you go and was worried." Came his calm response.
"Mark, you know I appreciate your looking out for me. But I will not tolerate your men following me. You must respect my privacy." She told him firmly.
He rose from the chair, towering over her. "Must? I dont answer to you Sybelle. You know I have the utmost respect for you but as your brother, you need to respect the fact that I make sure youre well taken care of!"
Sybelle stood up to face him. "This conversation is over Mark. I refuse to speak with you until you give me the privacy Im entitled too." She turned to leave.
Taker grabbed her arm and spun her around. "Do not walk away from me Sybelle!"
"Let me go!" she ordered. "Next time I go to see my Mother I'll let you know, okay?"
Without warning, Undertaker bent down and kissed her.
Sybelle's eyes widened in shock. She squirmed until he let her go.
"Mark, you're my brother" she whispered before running from the room.
He watched the door shut behind her than sank back into his chair. "What have I done?"
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Sybelle slowed to a walk, trying to compose herself as well as her thoughts. Mark's mother had died in a fire when he was a child. His father remarried several years later. Mark, a young teen, and Sybelle, still a girl, both had refused to accept the marriage. When they finally did, they became close.
Mark moved out, became a wrestler, and worked his way to the World Wrestling Federation. He started the Ministry of Darkness some time after feuding with his half-brother, Kane, whom many thought dead.
Enter Sybelle.
He had brought her to the WWF under the pretense that he wanted her where he could care for her. Everyone knew though that he really wanted an equal to keep him company.
Sybelle had assumed the role as second in command. Naturally that didnt bode well with Paul Bearer. But what could he do? If Taker wanted her in that place then there was nothing anyone could do about it. Undertaker's word was law and never to be questioned.
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Sybelle entered her room somewhat composed. She looked up to find Edge standing against the wall.
"You may sit."
He sat on a metal folding chair with his head bowed. "You wished to speak with me Sybelle?"
"You know what about."
"I'd assume Tinga."
"You are correct in that assumption." Sybelle remained standing. "I know you've been secretly seeing her. Generally I dont care to pry in others private affairs but you know its forbidden to socialize with outsiders, even more so to date them."
"Sybelle, I know all this. But still, I like Tinga." Edge got a goofy smile on his face. "I really really like her."
"Thats none of my concern. I tell you this now because its safer coming from me than it is the Undertaker."
"I see your point."
"Now take my advice and don't make trouble for yourself. Don't make trouble for Tinga."
"Yes Sybelle."
"You may go."
He stood to leave. At the door he paused and said, "You know something though? I think Tinga just might be worth the consequences."
"Dont find out."
After Edge was gone, Sybelle lowered herself onto the leather couch. This was going to be a long night.
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Gangrel looked at Christian with narrowed eyes. "We have to what?" his voice was tinged with anger.
Christian sighed. "We're to follow her."
"On whose authority?" Edge demanded, all thoughts of Tinga leaving his head.
"The Undertaker's."
"But why?"
"You can ask Him."
The trio fell silent. Orders were orders and who were they to disobey?