A/N: This was written in 2007 and went completely AU as I took the story away from the wrestling scene totally. All the characters you see now have NOTHING to do with wrestling so basically, forget it ever existed, lol. I know, I'm a pain in the butt.

Part One

Alexandra. Alexandra. Alexandra. It was a mad litany repeating itself over and over in Alexander's mind. He couldn't get the image of her lying on the hospital bed, hooked up to those damn machines, out of his head.

He had left the Fed, intent on finding the M.I.A. Underaker and his Ministry of Darkness.

So here he was, roaring down a nearly empty road in his black corvette. He was listening to System Of A Down's 'Lonely Day', which was Alexa's favorite song.

He was so damned tired! He'd been driving nonstop since Detroit, heading to Texas; a place he knew the Undertaker frequented.

"Shit!" Alex cursed, pulling off the road and parking in front of a bar. He checked his pockets for cigarettes and his wallet before going in.

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Ashley Massaro glanced up from the Zima she was nursing when the door opened, letting an icy wind in. She watched curiously as a man with dark eyes under a shock of black hair scanned the bar.

Sighing, she returned to her drink, contemplating her own pathetic life.

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Alex sat down at the bar a couple of stools away from a blonde haired woman. He pulled a plastic ashtray towards him while getting a cigarette. "Do you mind?" He asked the woman.

She looked up startled. Seeing the cig in his hand, she shook her head. "No, go right ahead."

Alex lit his cancer stick up and inhaled deeply. He had recently taken up smoking again, having half-assed quit years ago at his sister's insistence. When the bartender turned to him, he said: "Vodka, straight."

Once he had been served, Alex shot it down, wincing at the familiar burning sensation. He signaled for another one, asking: "Anywhere to stay around here?"

The tender shook his head no.

Alex sighed. Another night in the corvette.

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Ashley gasped when she felt a heavy hand grab her shoulder, instantly knowing who it was.

"Ashley…"

Slowly, she turned her head, eyes filling with tears. "Kane, please just leave me alone." She pleaded, her voice quivering.

"Now why would I do that darling?" Kane cooed, sitting down besides her. He frowned when he seen the nearly empty Zima bottle. "You're drinking?"

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Alexander looked up from his fourth shot when he heard a woman's cry of pain. He frowned when he seen the blonde sprawled on the floor, crying and holding her face while a very tall, very big man loomed over her.

He glanced at the bartender only to find the man disappearing into a back room. Alex sighed when he heard a lock click. He finished his cigarette before grounding it out in the ashtray. Slowly he got to his feet, cracking his neck.

"Hey you, big man." He said, taking a step forward.

Slowly the giant turned around, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Yeah you." Alex smirked though inside he was wondering why he was doing this, this man could squash him with one step. "Must be great being that size, you know? Especially since you use it to beat up women."

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Ashley watched the stranger incredulously, wondering if he had a death wish, mocking Kane the way he was.

Kane was still staring at the brash young man, deciding what to do with him. "Go back to your drink boy." He said finally.

"Not just yet." Alexander replied coldly. He looked down at the woman. "You all right?"

She nodded, staring at him like he had lost his mind.

Kane lost it then. "Nobody talks to Ashley but me!"

Alex was more then taken aback when a stream of fire hit him, though he did a tuck and roll, his clothes on fire.

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Kane watched patiently as the young man dived over the bar counter, disappearing from view except for the smoke that rose off of him. "Kids." He shook his head and turned his attention back on Ashley. "Now, where were we?"

Ashley began to whimper as he bent down, reaching a large hand towards her.

"Hey… big man."

Eyes widening angrily, Kane straightened up and spun around, grunting when he seen the man sitting on the bar smoking a cigarette, smoke still rising from some spots on his clothes. "What's your name boy, before I barbecue you."

"Alexander Blackheart."

"Well well…" Kane smiled wickedly. "So you are alive…"

Alexander raised an eyebrow, looking politely puzzled. "Alive and kicking, which is more then you'll be able to say in a few minutes, just let me finish this smoke."

Kane raised his hands. "You don't even have thirty seconds."

Alex sighed, taking another hit off his cig. "Tell you what, you give me a little info and I might, might mind you, be inclined to let you run out of here."

Kane tossed his head back, laughing.

Ashley screamed when black blood started spurting from Kane's neck, a knife embedded deep in his throat.

"I hate it when people laugh at me." Alexander sighed, slipping off the bar and walking over to Kane. "You know what I mean? Though technically…" His lips curled in disgust. "You're not exactly human." He jerked the knife out of Kane's throat.

Kane stumbled backwards, his hand going for the gaping wound. "You… you…" He gurgled.

Alex watched impassively as Kane burst into flames, then a second later was nothing but a pile of ash. "I hate demons!" He glanced down at the woman only to find her passed out. "Women…"

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Ashley woke up to the feel of wind in her hair and loud music blaring in her ears. She looked around only to find she was in a car, on a road she didn't recognize. "What the…" She turned her head to find the guy, Alexander, driving, a cigarette dangling from his lip. "Where the hell are we?" She demanded.

"About an hour from the Kentucky state line." Alex spared her a quick glance, his black eyes crinkling with concern. "You all right?"

"Kentucky? What the hell is in Kentucky?"

"It's on the way to Texas, to the Undertaker."

"The… The…" Ashley sputtered. "Have you lost your ever loving mind? You're chasing him? What the HELL is wrong with you?"

"He pissed me off."

Ashley buried her face in her hands. "Man, drop me off at the nearest town, I ain't going to Texas with you."

Alex smiled grimly before pulling off to the side of the road, ignoring the car behind him as he driver laid on the horn. "Listen," he began, turning to face her. "Ashley right? Not meaning to sound like a jerk or anything but I did save you from that Demon so maybe you could be just a little more nicer."

Ashley stared at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"What's the deal between you and ol' toasty anyway?"

Now she blushed.

Alexander merely tossed what was left of his cigarette out the window, waiting patiently.

"He was… my husband."

"You were married to a Demon?"

"Not by choice!" Ashley snapped defensively, not liking the tone of Alex's voice. "It was a forced marriage!"

"So I did you a favor."

"Yes." She started to say something else but instead tossed herself out the window, hurling all over the ground.

Alex groaned inwardly, hoping she had missed his car.

When Ashley finally stopped, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, sinking back into her seat. "Oh god." She moaned.

"You're pregnant." Alex said slowly. "With a Demon's baby."

She nodded, looking miserable.

Alexander was silent for a moment before reading a sign. Sparing another quick glance at Ashley, he pulled back onto the road.

"Where are we going?" She asked after awhile.

"To find you a doctor."

Ashley raised an eyebrow, staring hard at him.

"To take care of your Demon problem."