This is rated M for violence, magik, and character death. I do not own anyone in the WWE, just my character who has yet to be named. I will name her in a future chapter. Enjoy this installment of How Dark Is Black?

Chapter 1 ---

She waited in his locker room as instructed, watching the match as it progressed. It was a First Blood match and so far, JBL was losing, badly. It wasn't his fault, her master was extremely strong and close to the zenith of his powers. He was close to Wrestlemania.

She breathed sharply as he disappeared after the match and found his arms around her in the dark. She struggled to get away, but he held her more tightly.

"What's the matter?" He asked in a raspy voice.

"Nothing," She answered, looking at the floor.

"Then why are you afraid?"

"Something isn't right." She answered quietly. "I feel weak. I shouldn't."

"It's alright. We can make you take it easy the next few days." The Undertaker looked at her with content. "You deserve to take it easy. You have served me faithfully through the years and I think that you deserve a vacation."

"But without me, how will you fare?" She asked quietly.

"Do not worry of your master. I will be fine." He enveloped her in his cold embrace. "Unless you wish to stay."

"I do. I see something."

"What is it?"
"Your brother will kidnap me in an effort to make you weaker." She said, looking down.

"What? That makes no sense. My brother wants me to be strong." The Undertaker grabbed her arm roughly.

"My lord, I only tell you what I see. Nothing more. I do not know his motives."

He released her and left her in the darkness of his locker room, disappearing to change her future. She wondered why he went to such lengths to protect her. She was a slave to him, bound by his magik with her gift of seeing the future. It was only to help him. She helped him kill Paul Bearer and she watched him be buried alive by his demented brother. She could only think about what his new opponents could possibly do.

Knock. She jumped out of her skin. Her master would have appeared in the room. She sighed and went to the door. Knock.

"Taker? It's Hunter, let me in."

She opened the door, but did not show herself. Hunter entered and sat on the couch, evidently waiting for her master to return. Hunter sensed her though and grabbed her in the darkness, shoving her to the couch.

"Who are you?" He glared at her. "Do you work for Orton?"

"No...I..." Before she could finish, her master reappeared and she looked at him with joy. "Master."

"Hunter, unhand her." He did so. "What can I do for you?"

"Orton is getting to me. I don't get it. It's like, he knows how to get under my skin. Ever since we destroyed him in Evolution, he has been trying to get under my skin. Batista could of done something if you didn't send him to hell." Hunter answered.

"I did what I had to. Batista was a threat to my championship and I dealt with it." The Undertaker looked at his slave and she went into the closet for his coveted urn.

She returned with it and handed it to Hunter. "Keep this on display until Orton thinks he can steal it. When he does, the Undertaker will be waiting for him. You will destroy Orton from behind and the Undertaker will disappear in the shadows, unless Edge tries to destroy him. But Edge is scared of my lord." She smiled, a cold smile.
"Who is she?" Hunter said in awe of her fiery mane of red hair.

"That is my woman. Let anyone who knows of her, that if they touch her, they will feel my wrath. It includes my brother, Kane." The Undertaker teleported out with her.

"You must be more careful with me, my lord." She said, as she reappeared outside of the diva locker room with him. "We are here to get Batista?"

"Yes, now go in there and dress in these." He handed her some fabric.

She walked in and the women in there sneered at her, except for Mickie and Maria. She found a quiet corner to dress, but they followed her.

"You must be new here." Maria said. I took off my robe and put on the black leather corset.

"I've been here for years. I am the Undertaker's valet." She answered.

"Wow, tough gig. I hear he hates women." Maria said in response.

"He does, just not me." She said, smiling darkly as she put on the miniskirt and boots. "Now, please excuse me. I am needed at ringside for a match."

The girls all looked at this sexy dish of woman and their eyes followed as she exited. The Undertaker gave her approval and escorted her to the entrance rto the ramp.

"Just like we practiced. I'll teleport you in as soon as it goes black and you will take my coat and hat when I hand them to you. Batista is already out there."

"You already had a match. You could get hurt."
"I'll heal. I always do in your care." He kissed her.

She was instantly teleported and the music hit. The crowd was roaring, but she kept staring at Batista who was staring at her. She waited patiently for the Undertaker to turn on the lights and the announcers found their voices again.

"Who is she, JR?" Tazz asked.

"I don't know, but she seems to be with the Deadman. That is not good for her." Tazz looked at her as she took his coat.

Batista grabbed the microphone as she grabbed her master's hat. Undertaker handed to her another microphone and Batista began his rant.

"Undertaker, you can't hold on to your belt forever. I will beat you for it."

"The Undertaker doesn't take kindly to your behavior, Batista. Besides, what makes you think you can bury the Deadman?" She said, as she had been instructed.

"I don't know who you are, but you have a lot of lip for a woman in his employ." Batista answered, taking a step towards her.

"Watch yourself. You take too many steps and you may find yourself on the end of a tombstone."

The crowd roared. "Why don't you answer for yourself instead of your little sl--" Batista couldn't finish because the Undertaker had launched himself into him and was pummelling his adversary into the ground. She looked on and then the music of the demented brother hit. She backed into a corner, but it was too late. Kane had his sights on her and here she was at his mercy, her master unaware of how right her fears had been.