DISCLAIMER: I, of course, do not own any of the registered trademark characters of the licensed WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment). They are being used without permission but I make no profit from these stories. These are just use for enjoyment (ect and ect….). Kayla is mine, you know the drill, she cannot be used without permission, blah blah blah… The Amityville Horror, the movie starring Ryan Reynolds is being used as the back drop to this story, it's not a cross over and no there will be no cameos, I thought the house was perfect for this plot line. At least we'll see Kayla in action as she does what she does best! Kind of… This was the one story that I really wanted to do, it's been tinkering in my head since I've watched the movie many years ago. Also, there will be explicit sex scenes (yeah, I know there wasn't any in the last two, but I'm hopeful it will at least be in this one!) and some foul language (Definitely some of those). Please enjoy.

A Reaper's Love

Chapter 1

The old Bishop sat nervously at his desk as he starred at the woman across from him, her kind always made him nervous. He didn't want to get their kind involved with church affairs, but the Pope had asked for her specifically, he liked her style.

The pope had called Bishop Bryer to settle this matter, the pressing issue had left a black spot on the once clean image of the Holy Catholic Church. It had to be taken cared of immediately, but they had no one else within the church that wanted to volunteer for the mission. The pope ordered that they seek outside help…Pagan help.

That was the reason why the young woman with dark crimson hair was sitting in front of the old Bishop, she had worked for the pope before and never failed at her task. It didn't matter to the Bishop, she was still a blasphemer! And this was a church matter! There was no reason for her presence here, but no one else had done the job.

He didn't like the look of her, her long hair was pulled back in a sloppy and wild looking pony tail, her eyes had the dark shadow of blackness around her now black eyes. She was always dressed in black, now she wore a pair of dress pants and boots, her woollen sweater and a newly acquired leather trench coat. One of her gloved hands was just rolling a small perfectly round ball of blue flames in her fingers. There was also the menacing looking raven that sat on her right shoulder, the bird never wavered his star at the Bishop. She starred at the bishop with that innocent looking smile, but he knew her for the Devil Worshiper that she was, even if the pope was too blinded by her beauty and sharp tong.

The smile grew on her crimson lips, "So, are you going to at least say hi, how's it going? Or are you just going to stare at me like I'm about to rip your throat out?" She spoke Italian very well for an American, "Come on, Bishop Bryer. You're never had a reason to fear me, we're on the same side."

"Miss Bautista, you may believe that, my dear, but I do not. I know you for what you are, but that is another matter. His Holiness, the Pope, has wished for this matter to be deterred." He pushed an old brown folder towards her, "I believe that you would enjoy this task, my dear. It's right up your alley as they say in your country."

The ball of fire disappeared as she took the folder and opened it, she began to read through the pages of hideous photos and long reports on a tragic mystery. Her eyes had changed back to her dark brown eyes as she looked back at the Bishop and smiled.

"This is the most famous haunted house in the country…I thought you guys had taken cared of that problem a long time ago." She kept on reading.

He hated to explain his own weaknesses in front of the little witch, "Unfortunately, none of our exorcisms had taken any kind of affect on the apparitions. The one who controls the land and house was one of our own. The pope feels that it gives him an advantage over our own power, where as he may not have one over your powers."

"Wow." She looked back at the old Bishop, "Who lives in the house right now?"

"No one. It has been vacant since the Lutz had left. The house has since been entered by a few priests in an attempt to free the land of the evil."

"And is there any records in the Vatican about this Jeremiah Ketchem?"

"All his information is in that folder. We have collected every shred of information on him and the people he had tortured in that house, perhaps there is something that we had missed but you may find."

"This is going to cost you"... She grinned.

The Bishop sighed, "How much?"

"Well, we are talking about a poltergeist priest here. Who knows what kind of abilities he has, and there's the restless Indian spirits that are his captives, it's not just one spirit I have to take care of. I remember hearing that there were over twenty bodies found in the lake. For all I know, I may have to clear the lake as well. That's a really big job here…and you dragged me from very important work back in Egypt…"

"The pope had given me instructions to pay you whatever you wished."

She frowned, "That's no fun. Just pay me fifty percent more than the last one. I think that's fare."

He raised an eyebrow, "That would be a lot less than what I had imagined".

Her smile returned, "I'll take advantage of you, but I won't do it to the pope. I like him, he's nice to me."

"Than I can assure his Holiness that you are accepting his request?"

"Yes, I'll do it. I'll leave Rome after this meeting and return to the states, it'll take me a few days to gather up my supplies and I'll meet your contact in Long Island."

"Good, the Pope will be pleased. I shall have the funds transferred to your account within the hour."

"Then we're settled here. I enjoyed our time." She stood up and grin.

The Bishop hated this part as her arms extended outward and began to chant, and in a flash of light, she was gone from his sight. It made him quite uncomfortable to watch her perform her pagan abilities in the Holy city. As a good Catholic man, he wouldn't have gone to the Pagans with their plight. But the Pope had used their aid in other matters before he became the new Pope, he had nothing discouraging to say about them.

"We are all a God's creatures, regardless who they or we worship, our Gods loves us, do not theirs love them?"

But still, the Bishop just didn't feel right, he felt he was betraying the sacred vows he had made when he became a priest so many years ago. Would dealing with the pagan witches breaking a sacred taboo in the eyes of their lord? Or could they actually be able to work together to rid the world of its evil?

A small laugh came from his wrinkled lips, perhaps, if the evil was great enough. And this house was a great evil, what if she did cleanse it? But then again, the evil within was great, he could even believe that it may be too great for the young witch to attempt. The evil and horror that befell the land was freighting, he had witnessed the mighty darkness that festered within once. It was enough for him.

If she could do it, good for her, if not…well…the world wouldn't weep to loose the little witch, but the spirit within could absorb her soul…as he did with the Defeos. Yes, the house was evil incarnated, a gate to hell held within the wooden frame. It had ways of torturing the mind and soul of its victim.

Yes, the little girl could be in a rough ride if she believes in her confidence, but it may take more than she realized to stop evil. Evil comes in many forms and disguises, anything to get you in the end. One would have to have an iron will in their faith. And the old Bishop hope for her sake, the Raven had enough faith in hers for the demanding task at hand. Her soul could depend on it.

To be continued.