Disclaimer: I don't own Queen of the Damned, The Undertaker or any of the
over WWF character's in this story. Thanks for the advice Gwendolyn, I
completely for about my disclaimers! lol *kicks her own butt* Please R&R!
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A voice calling to her, in a dream. The same dream Jessica had been having since she was six years old, of a family of her own. Not a strange dream, one most every orphan has. In the dream she is home. The only thing she can think to call the beautiful large old house, with marble floors and high ceiling. She sees her father, but not clearly, but enough to have a vague idea of what he looks like, standing there in front of her. He is very tall man with long hair dark reddish coloured hair like hers, wearing long black robes. His eyes are kind but they have sadness behind them she doesn't understand. He comes forward and lifts her into his arms holding her close to him for a moment, then kisses her forehead. She can see other people standing around looking at her, all of them dark and mysterious looking, they frighten here for some reason. One person stands out to her, a very large and round, jealously glaring man that she knows is one of the reason she's so frightened. Then her father speaks to her very softly
"I'm sorry but you must go, mo duinne."
"Why can't I stay with you? Please daddy I'll be good I promise." She pleads with him
"I don't want you too go, but you have too. This isn't the life I wanted for you." She can see tears in her father's eyes. Jessie knew things were not as they were with other families, all she knew was that she was being either cast out of taken away.
"I want to stay with you forever."
"Forever is a very long time, Jessie. I promise though that I will find you again somehow."
Then the dream ends and every night Jessie is left with many questioned unanswered. As she grew older she began to forget many of the detail about the dream. The memory of her father's face started to fade.
At a young age, Jessie Walsh knew she wasn't "normal". A number of unexplained incidents taught her to always keep her temper in check or else things might catch of fire. She kept these talents hidden from everyone.
Jessie had always been a fan of pro wrestling, even as a young girl growing up in Boston with her foster family the Walsh's. Jessie was one of the luck few to receive foster parent she like and grew too love and care for as she grew up. They would often take her and her older foster brother David to WWF events when they came too Boston and the family would always watch the shows of TV together. Both Jessie and David were convinced they wanted to be wrestler when they were teenagers. They're father Joshua, even spent a great deal of money for them to train at a local academy. After a few years of training David received a contract to wrestle in Europe for a large promoter. Unfortunately Jessie hadn't found a job doing what she loved.
"Wrestling won't pay the bills unless you get hired by the WWF, Jess." Her "mother" Kathryn always joked with her daughter her.
So she was force to bartend at a local restaurant to help pay for the rent for the little loft apartment that she loved so much. When she wasn't working, Jessie was in the gym or at the academy training. With her small build, only 115 pounds, her "classmates" thought she would never make it past the first week of training. She has survived three years and sometimes helped out her teacher with the younger wrestlers when she could. On one of the occasions she was helping teach a scout for the WWF came into the school and the teacher for her.
A voice calling to her, in a dream. The same dream Jessica had been having since she was six years old, of a family of her own. Not a strange dream, one most every orphan has. In the dream she is home. The only thing she can think to call the beautiful large old house, with marble floors and high ceiling. She sees her father, but not clearly, but enough to have a vague idea of what he looks like, standing there in front of her. He is very tall man with long hair dark reddish coloured hair like hers, wearing long black robes. His eyes are kind but they have sadness behind them she doesn't understand. He comes forward and lifts her into his arms holding her close to him for a moment, then kisses her forehead. She can see other people standing around looking at her, all of them dark and mysterious looking, they frighten here for some reason. One person stands out to her, a very large and round, jealously glaring man that she knows is one of the reason she's so frightened. Then her father speaks to her very softly
"I'm sorry but you must go, mo duinne."
"Why can't I stay with you? Please daddy I'll be good I promise." She pleads with him
"I don't want you too go, but you have too. This isn't the life I wanted for you." She can see tears in her father's eyes. Jessie knew things were not as they were with other families, all she knew was that she was being either cast out of taken away.
"I want to stay with you forever."
"Forever is a very long time, Jessie. I promise though that I will find you again somehow."
Then the dream ends and every night Jessie is left with many questioned unanswered. As she grew older she began to forget many of the detail about the dream. The memory of her father's face started to fade.
At a young age, Jessie Walsh knew she wasn't "normal". A number of unexplained incidents taught her to always keep her temper in check or else things might catch of fire. She kept these talents hidden from everyone.
Jessie had always been a fan of pro wrestling, even as a young girl growing up in Boston with her foster family the Walsh's. Jessie was one of the luck few to receive foster parent she like and grew too love and care for as she grew up. They would often take her and her older foster brother David to WWF events when they came too Boston and the family would always watch the shows of TV together. Both Jessie and David were convinced they wanted to be wrestler when they were teenagers. They're father Joshua, even spent a great deal of money for them to train at a local academy. After a few years of training David received a contract to wrestle in Europe for a large promoter. Unfortunately Jessie hadn't found a job doing what she loved.
"Wrestling won't pay the bills unless you get hired by the WWF, Jess." Her "mother" Kathryn always joked with her daughter her.
So she was force to bartend at a local restaurant to help pay for the rent for the little loft apartment that she loved so much. When she wasn't working, Jessie was in the gym or at the academy training. With her small build, only 115 pounds, her "classmates" thought she would never make it past the first week of training. She has survived three years and sometimes helped out her teacher with the younger wrestlers when she could. On one of the occasions she was helping teach a scout for the WWF came into the school and the teacher for her.