A/N: Another old one, started in 2000 and finished in 2005, pathetic I know. But even though the writing is horrible, I actually love this story, lol. Enjoy!
1
Kane looked down at his fallen opponent, Bradshaw. He had just defeated him in a hardcore match. Kane was about to exit the ring when the lights went out.
An eerie green mist poured down the ramp and a white light focused on the stage. There stood two figures on either side. Each wore a black velvet druid robe and were both clearly women. Between them was none other then... Paul Bearer. He held a microphone in one fat fist.
Kane took a moment to listen to the music that played. It was a dark threatening funeral march that almost compared to the Undertaker's old theme. His attention snapped back to the people on hand when Paul raised the mic.
"Kane Kane Kane..." he shook his head as if ashamed. "My retarded burnt son. You disgust me. You are weak. You betrayed me... First for that deceitful slime X-Pac. And then for the 'Jezebel', Tori. You even took 'Taker away from me. You're utterly useless Kane!"
While the 'Fat Man' was running his mouth, the two mysterious figures had been making their way down the ramp. Kane watched them intently, trying to determine if they posed a threat to him.
They stopped a few feet from the ring and stood with their heads bowed.
Now Kane was confused. Then he heard it,
"Mia domoystan comosta. Mia domoystan comosta. Mia domoystan comosta." filled the arena. Two clear but rather low-pitched female voices chanted this repeatedly. They each held out an arm and dropped a handful of gray dust onto the floor.
"Nooo!" Kane screamed. "Not here!" He turned around in a circle. He was back at the House. Flames surrounded him. Sounds of his dying Mother's screams could be heard. "Aaaahh!" He shrieked as the flames engulfed his body. Kane collapsed in a heap, curling into the fetal position with tears streaming from his eyes.
"Stop!" Paul's high-pitched voice rang out. Instantly the chanting ceased. "Leave him. Let him suffer with the memories. Enjoy hell Kane. You'll be seeing more of it."
The arena went black again. When the lights returned, the mist was gone. So were the two women and Paul. Inside the ring lay Kane. EMT's ran out to help him. However, Kane was dead. Dead to everything but the painful memories.
Paul Bearer hurried the cloaked figures through the building as quickly and discreetly as possible. When they reached the waiting limousine, he ushered them in. Before he got in though, he checked to make sure that no one was following them.
Once on the road he said, "Well done my nieces."
They pushed back their hoods.
"Thank you Uncle." replied the eldest, Ember.
Freye nodded. "Thank you."
They each had straight, long, copper colored hair that hung to their waists with evil 'cat' eyes. Sharp features made their pale faces seem almost demon like.
Paul handed them each a goblet of red wine. "This Thursday on SmackDown we shall continue with Kane. You two are free to do as you wish until Wednesday. I shall expect you both home in time for dinner. Understood?"
"Yes, Uncle." they said together.
This was how they did things. Freye and Ember would go out and do their own thing while Paul Bearer would do the same. Then on a designated day, the two would rejoin their uncle.
Freye sipped her wine thoughtfully. "Should we raise spirits to haunt him?" she asked.
"No. Banishing them afterwards would be a nuisance." Paul told her.
"I agree." Ember added.
When they reached the hotel, Paul hurried off to his room. Ember and Freye did the same. But for different reasons. They were leaving that very night, while he would catch a plane the next morning.
"We only have two days." Ember stated, as she stuffed clothes into a black carpetbag.
"I'm well aware of that." Freye held a blood red bag of her own. "Where did you set the spices?"
"Table."
Freye looked over then picked up the various bottles. She carefully set them in the bag. She held up a small jar of gray powder. "We need more ash." she remarked with a frown.
Ember smiled grimly. "That's where we're going. To get more."
"Why don't we just set spirits loose to haunt him? It's almost the same as what we're doing now."
"Because Uncle Paul told us not too. Besides, it's much more fun this way."
"Point made." grumbled Freye.
Once they had all their things ready, Ember led the way out to the balcony. She reached into a black silk drawstring purse that hung at her waist and pulled out two black four-leaf clovers.
Freye took one and placed it in her mouth under her tongue. Ember did the same.
Soon they were nothing more then two black figures in the sky.
***
Undertaker looked up as two blurs flew by him. "What the hell?" Revving his Harley, 'Taker took off after them. They were to small to be airplanes but to large to be birds. He wanted to know what they were and he damn sure was going to find out.
***
"Ember, we're being followed." Freye said, looking back over her shoulder.
Ember glanced back and could barely make out a person on a motorcycle chasing them. "I guess a roadside stop is in order." She changed direction, flying off towards some woods.
They alighted in an old oak tree. Freye took their bags and tucked them in an old abandoned owl's nest. They waited in silence.
***
Undertaker pulled off on the side of the road. Carefully, he made his way threw the darkness. He stopped when he reached a clearing. There was a light smell of dying roses in the air. It wasn't entirely unpleasant. It was more disconcerting than anything.
"Hello?"
Freye nudged Ember. "Just a man."
Ember nodded. "So I see."
Freye turned back to look him over. An image of a T with an X over it flashed before her eyes. "Beware. There's something not right about him."
"Does he walk the Darkside?" Ember demanded with a hint of nervousness.
Freye closed her eyes in concentration. "I don't know. There's a darkness inside of him but it's not entirely evil."
Freye possessed that extra 'gift'. She was able to tell when someone who was 'out of the ordinary' was around. She could also generally determine if they walked the Darkside or in the Light. Not this time.
He frowned. "I don't know what kind of game ya'all are playin, but it ain't that funny."
Freye snickered at his Texas drawl. Ember elbowed her in the ribs sharply.
Bit by bit, 'Taker was nearing the oak tree. He had seen something moving in it. Quick as lightening, he reached up.
Ember let out a startled shriek as he grabbed her ankle. Freye took her arms and pulled. There was a glimmer of amusement in her eyes.
"Down you come!"
With one good tug, Ember fell to the ground. She landed heavily on her rear end.
Undertaker stepped back to eye her. "So you're what I've been chasin'? A lil bit of a girl?"
With as much dignity as she could muster, Ember stood. She wiped the dirt off her black gown before answering. "Sir, that was extremely rude of you. I assure you, I'm no little girl."
A grin crossed his face. "Maybe not. But what were you doin' in that tree?"
"That is none of your business." She informed him haughtily.
"Feisty mite aren't ya?"
"Sir, you are as obstinate as you are rude. Now please, go away."
"Where's the other person?" 'Taker asked, blowing off her request.
"Other?" Ember feigned confusion.
"Don't let the accent fool you. I'm no dumb hick." he told her calmly. "There were two people that flew by me. You and someone else."
Her eyebrows rose. "Sir, people do not fly."
"Yes, some do."
Ember groaned inwardly and said, as if humoring a madman, "Mister, I can't vouch for what you saw. But I am asking you nicely: Please leave."
'Taker's grin faded. "Lil lady, you're beginnin to try my patience."
"You're an ass and I don't have the time for this."
"Guess you're gonna make the time. Where is the other one?"
"There is no other." Ember insisted.
'Taker shook his head. "There were two of you flyin' round. Only people I can think of that fly are... witches."
"Freye, we have a problem."
Freye glided down from the tree to stand next to her sister. "Couldn't take a hint could he?"
"Evidently. What do we do with him?"
"Get rid of him obviously!"
Ember nodded. "But how?"
'Taker listened to their prattle. "And you talk bout me lackin' manners. You're both standin' there talkin' bout how to kill me like I ain't even here."
"Well we wouldn't be if you weren't here." Ember pointed out with a scowl.
"How about a spell or curse?"
"One where he can't talk preferably."
"Witches." 'Taker said slowly. "Just what I thought. You're both witches."
"Now he does have to go!" Ember declared firmly.
"Sorry to interrupt this but..." His eyes rolled back into his head as he started to chant in a voice not sounding like his own.
"You can't do this!" Ember screeched. She clapped her hands over her ears to block his chanting.
Freye calmly reached into her brown silk purse. She pulled out some finely grounded powder. Raising her hand up, Freye blew it into his eyes.
"What the..." With a groan, 'Taker slumped to the ground.
Ember uncovered her ears with a relieved smile. "That's much better."
"What do we do with him? He's to big and much to heavy to move."
"Bury him."
An hour later, they were finished. Undertaker lay buried alive less than four feet of dirt.
Ember and Freye got their bags and took off again. After all, there wasn't much point in being around when the body was discovered.