DISCLAIMER: We all know who owns all the characters from WWE, we all know we don't make a red cent off these stories…blah blah blah… And we all know Kayla is my character… You know, I hate writing these fucken disclaimers every time I write a story. To tell you the truth, I really don't think Vince McMahon would waste his time coming after us if we didn't use a disclaimer… But then again, what do I know? Please enjoy.

Tarot Tells All

The room was being to be filled with a soft light as the dark red haired women slept with the black sheets of the four post bed, her animals slept in silence with her as the morning sky crept up. A raven, almost as big as a red Eagle sat on one talon on the wooden head board, a black house cat, back from the dead, was curled up on her chest.

She was in a deep slumber, she didn't hear the door of her new bedroom open as a tall dark form crept into the room. He stepped lightly, he was more concerned in waking the animals and alarming the girl before he could do his chosen task. He was at the foot of the bed now, one massive hand began to gently rest on the giant mattress, not to make any sudden moves.

The giant moved with grace and silence for one his size, but the reward was worth the wait! He moved on the bed and positioned himself beside the girl, she was very small compared to his mass. She wasn't a worry though, she was too fast asleep to notice what was there on the bed beside her.

He moved his head near hers and began to breath deeply, she did smell like jasmine in the rain. He could see her face in the darkness as she began to feel the cold breath on her face, it seemed to bother her. Her dark brown eyes began to open, a little at first…then wide eyed at the monster she now came to realize was there in the shadows near her.

She screamed as she tried to fling herself away from that one evil white eye filled with madness, but she was took close to the head board and almost smashed her head against the hard wood. The raven leaped in the air in fright as he felt his mistress' head connect just below, he began to quark as he attempted to fly to a high perch for safety. The cat jumped with her claws extended, howling in fright as she leaped from the bed in a hurry from the Reaper's touch.

The poor girl rubbed her sore head as she starred at the menace with angry eyes, he was told that he was never allowed in their bedroom.

""KANE!" She shouted, "You fucken asshole! GET OUT!"

"Taker wanted me to wake you up, he didn't say how…" Kane laughed very child like.

"I said out!" Kayla shouted again, this time she tried to smack him in the shoulder, but the reaper moved too quickly out of her way.

"Too slow, Bitch." Kane grinned, "Better luck next time."

He disappeared in the darkness as Kayla threw her alarm clock at him, the clock hit the wall and a few plastic pieces fell off as it landed on the floor.

"Fucker…" Kayla growled as Cerebus landed back on the bed and hissed where the reaper once stood.

Reaper, her raven flew back down on his stop on the head board as the young witch raised herself from the bed and stretched before getting dressed, she looked around at the several large boxes that were scattered around the room as her mind flicked on the lights.

Kayla moved to one of the larger boxes and pulled it open as she looked in, she began rummaging through some clothed until she pulled out a long black dress with flowing skirt. The style was more medieval than modern, with simple lines and wide sleeves. Of course with most of her wardrobe, it was black in color.

She slipped on her fuzzy slippers before leaving the room, the raven flew to her shoulders before closing the door. The cat lazed back at her stop on the bed, even undead, she liked her cat naps.

The young witch walked down the wide stares slowing, she could hear voices coming from the kitchen and the smell of cooked bacon in the air. She crept quietly towards the kitchen entrance, just keeping by the door to not be noticed. She didn't like to intrude on their arguments.

"And I have made it quite clear that you are not to enter the room!" She heard her Reaper love say in his dark and cold tone.

"I couldn't pass it up! It was too funny!" Kane replied back, "Are you going to eat that?"

"No, you can have it. You better not have hurt her."

Kayla entered the room with a small smile, "Just my head."

Kane sat at the small round table filled with bacon, eggs, home fries and toast, Two pitchers of orange juice sat as the table, well at least one did because Kane was drinking out of the other one.

The witch's lover, The Reaper known as the Undertaker was leaning against the kitchen counter dressed in his black silk housecoat. He smiled at her as Kay walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

He kissed the top of her hear and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, just have a slight head ach." She gave a glare at Kane, who was now filling up on a pile eggs and bacon on his too small of a dish, "I see you can cook too."

"That would be the extent of my domestic skills." Mark grinned as he gave her a small kiss.

"Well, it's a good thing I can cook…"

"Oh man, I would hate to see what you could cook." Kane voiced as he grabbed another handful of bacon from the now empty plate in front of him.

"Well, I could always make you razor blade pancakes with arsenic syrup…" Kay sarcastically shot back.

"Enough, I would like to see the two people I care about the most at least pretend to get along." Mark voiced his own.

Kane starred at his brother for a moment with a puzzled look, "Who else do you care bout other than us?"

"No one, that's not the point." Mark sighed as Kay took his other and into hers.

"I know, I promised to try." Kay smiled back at her love as she looked into those dark and deep green eyes of his.

"That is all I ask." Mark kissed the top of her head, Kane made a ringed look on his face.

"You guys make me sick wit hall that mush crap." The Big Red Machine raised himself from the table and walked out, still in a huff.

Mark pulled Kay closed and kissed once more, "Thank you for trying…"

"You don't have to thank me, Mark." She turned around and looked into his eyes with love, "I've just have to get used to him. Just keep him out of our room."

"I'm trying, it'll take him some time to adjust to this. He's had me all alone for a long time."

"You treat him like a child, though…"

"That's because sometimes he is a child. I still don't know what he went through back in the mental institution before Paul Bearer found him. Believe me when I say that he's a lot better now than what he was back then." Mark had become serious, Kay didn't like that.

"I know, and I know it will take time for us to all get along." Kay gave him a little hug, "I'll be better next time."

"Thank you," He turned around and leaned over to the counter, bring back a black mug filled with coffee.

"Oh…I really love you now..." Kay grinned as she took the hot mug in her hands and smelled the bitter liquid.

"I thought you could use one, you did say you wanted up early."

She took a small sip, "Yeah, I wanted to go to the house and pack at least my mother's things for now…then talk to Dave…"

Mark gave her a puzzled look for a moment, "You did tell him that we are moving in together, didn't you?"

Kayla was silent as she looked down at her cup, "Not exactly…"

"When are you going to tell him?"

"Um…ok, I'll tell him tonight when he gets home. He's at a shoot today in Stamford, he'll be back tonight." Kay tried to smile, she was still a little worried as to how her brother would take to her moving with the Deadman and his deranged brother.

Mark pulled her close and kissed the top of her head, "I know, this is hard on all of us. But we can do it."

"I know, we just have to have faith that it will." She replied as he leaned over and kissed her once more.

To be continued.