Disclaimer: I have no claim with the WWE or to do with the character, The Undertaker. I wrote this story for the pure enjoyment of the character, and as a fan fiction. No profit will be made from it.

Note: The Undertaker in this story has the appearance that he had when he was in the Ministry of Darkness

Chapter One

Walking down a sidewalk in the small town of Monticello, Tennessee, Christina held several books within her arms as she moved at a steady pace. Her long, curly, black hair hung down her back with a light pink and white ribbon tied within it. She moved at a steady pace with her white, long sleeved sweater dress covering her from the bottom of her knee to the backs of her calves. The sound of her white flats hitting against the paved pathway echoed up to her ears as she kept on moving. I know that I do not have much farther to walk. I will be home soon enough, and I can settle in for the night with one of these great books. She turned her gaze down to a few trashy romance novels that were securely against her chest. I wonder which one of these I should-

"Help me."

Christina snapped herself out of the train of thought she had started to have. Her body came to an abrupt stop on the sidewalk. "Hello?" she asked. Speaking in a slightly curious tone, she made her voice to sound a little loud, echoing out to who she heard call out. "Is someone out here?"

"Over here."

She turned her head towards the right side of her body, and noticed that the voice was coming from the direction of a nearby bush in the park across the street. Christina didn't know whether to go to the voice or not. The prospect of it being someone who was going to jump out and attack her was pretty high. However, she never walked away from someone that asked for help. Looking the road over, Christina hurried across the deserted road. She made her way around the bush, and stepped to the other side. Her dark brown eyes fell upon the form of what appeared to be a young woman in a tattered white dress. Dropping her books to the ground, Christina ran over to her, and dropped down beside her onto the ground. "Oh my god…" She whispered. Disbelief of the situation started to creep inside her mind. The thought that someone could hurt this poor person seemed to be almost impossible. "What happened to you?"

"He captured me…" the woman whispered. She spoke in a shaky voice towards Christina. Sitting up, strands of her blond hair fell in front of her face. Tears trailed down the fair skin of her cheeks from her blue eyes. "He…he had me tied to a symbol, and was chanting out words in some language that sounded almost…demonic in nature."

I am pretty sure that I am not sleep walking at the moment. What she is telling me sounds almost to be an idea straight out of some sort of horror movie that has to do with Satan worship. Doing her best to not upset the woman, Christina showed her hands to her. "Here," she said, "let me take you to my home. I live nearby and you will be safe-"

"I think she came over this way."

Catching the sound of a male voice, Christina tightened up. She realized in that moment the woman and herself were going to be seen together.

"What are we going to do?" The woman asked, whispering. She spoke in a terrified voice. "They are going to find us!"

She grabbed her hand, and ran her around the bushes, stepping over her fallen library books. Christina darted across the road to where a 2012 red Mercedes was parked. "Get down!" Whispering, she pulled the woman down beside her on the ground. One of her fingers brought itself to her mouth, motioning her to be quiet.

"I suppose that the young lady that we had chosen tonight was not indeed the one, my lord."

Christina took a moment to gather up enough courage, and she eased herself to look around the corner of the car. Her eyes fell upon a short, fat man with black hair and a black mustache to be standing in the entrance to the park. She noticed how he was dressed in a solid black suit with matching black loafers. If he thinks that the suit is going to help him look thinner, he is sadly- Her train of thought ended due to noticing a man standing almost seven feet tall to be moving out there beside the short man. The mere sight of the man took her breath of away.

"We will not worry about this one." The taller man said. Pulling down the hood of his black robe, his long, black hair came falling down his shoulders and back. His emerald green eyes twinkled in the lights of the moonlight. "I am sure that I will find the one that is to be my woman, and who is to share the darkness with me."

Holy shit! That guy is huge! I have never seen someone as tall as him in my entire life! Her eyes looked down to the ground, and caught sight of her library books. She almost stopped breathing. Realizing that she had left some evidence behind caused her to fear for the lives of the woman and herself.

"What do we have her?" the short man asked. Bending down, he brought up several trashy romances. "It seems that the woman had help from someone else." He handed the books towards the taller man.

"Hmm…interesting…" Looking over the trashy romance novels in his hands, a smirk formed across his strong face. "These books here tell me something about this new person."

"What is that, my lord?"

"That the person who helped this woman is someone that is pure and innocent." He replied. Smiling towards the shorter man, he showed the books towards him. "For, you see…these books are about women who are living a normal mundane life…until they meet someone who has a darker aspect to themselves. I believe…the person who got these books is the one for me to call my own." Holding the books to his chest, he turned, and walked back inside of the park with the shorter man following behind him.

Oh no! This is bad! This is really bad! They have the library books that I rented from the local library! I don't know how I am going to be able to explain how I lost the books! Panic settled in for a brief moment due to the two strangers running off with her books. She managed to pull her eyes away from where they had been, and focused on the woman next to her.

"Are they gone now?" The woman asked, softly. Her voice trembled as she spoke. "Is it safe for us to go?"

"Yes," Christina replied, "and we better go now before they come back." She grabbed a hold of the woman's hand, and ran down the sidewalk with her keeping up with her quickened pace.