"I now pronounce you as the Unholy Union of Darkness! You may now kiss the bride!"

Shot through the heart, and you're to blame. Darlin', you give love a bad name.

I ran out with Steve Austin to save my sister, Stephanie, and stop the "black wedding". Last night, after Backlash, Undertaker abducted Stephanie by disguising himself as her limo driver. Nobody had any idea what has happening until we heard Stephanie's scream of terror, them it was too late. Earlier this morning, Undertaker called with a ransom offer: co-ownership of the WWF for Stephanie. Dad agreed, but there was one problem: Undertaker wanted Steve Austin to deliver the paperwork to him. When asked by my father, Austin said "kiss my ass."

"Kristy! Help me!" Stephanie screamed.

Austin took care of Undertaker as I punched Paul Bearer in his face. They rolled out of the ring as the rest of the Ministry retreated up the ramp. I used my gerber to cut Stephanie's binds as Steve Austin had a stare-down with the Ministry. When the last bind snapped loose, Stephanie slid off the Undertaker's symbol and hugged me.

"Shh; its okay, Stephie." I soothed. "Its okay: you're safe."

Stephanie cried on my shoulder, incapable of speech. She was shaking like a leaf to the point that her knees buckled. At this point, Austin became concerned for Stephanie.

"She okay?" Austin asked.

"No." I replied. "She's traumatized to the point she can't speak or move."

"I'll help carry her to Vince's office."

"Okay."

Austin cradled Stephanie in his arms as we walked up the ramp. As we walked backstage, people moved to the side to make way for us. Most of the passer-bys became concerned for Stephanie. I couldn't help but glance back at my sister: she looked like a little kid scared-to-death in a dark alley. I started to worry; Stephanie's memory is very vivid to the point she remembers everything in detail.

"Stephanie! What the hell happened?" my father, Vince McMahon, asked as we entered his office.

"Undertaker tried to "marry" Stephanie by force." I stated. "Luckily, Austin and I stopped the "wedding"."

"And for that, I thank both of you." dad said. "But what's wrong with Stephanie?"

"She's traumatized. She needs medical attention."

"Shane, go find the medical team and bring them here."

Shane scurried out of the office to find medical personal. Dad and Austin started talking about how they could overthrow the Undertaker. Personally, I could care less about their plans, none of them would work. I was more concerned with Stephanie; Shane still hadn't come back.

"Stephanie?" I asked as I knelt down by the couch. "Stephanie, are you okay?"

Stephanie's eyes fluttered open. "Make it stop, Kristine. Make it stop, please."

"Make what stop?"

"He's in my mind. He won't stop."

"Dad, where the hell is Shane?"

"I'm right here!"

I turned to see Shane and the medical team walking into the office. "Its about time!" I snapped.

"What's wrong with you?" Shane asked as the medics did their job.

"Undertaker is still tormenting Stephanie." I replied.

We stood in silence as the medics continued to work on Stephanie. They mumbled among themselves about her stress and anxiety levels. It took them five minutes to evaluate Stephanie and decide what to do next.

"Sir," one of the medics said, addressing my father, "we advise the Miss. Stephanie be transported to a nearby hospital."

"What's her condition?" my father asked.

"Her stress and anxiety levels are extremely high and she appears to be severely dehydrated."

"Take her to a hospital. Now!"

The medics didn't need to be told twice. The loaded Stephanie onto a gurney and wheeled her out to the ambulance. I walked beside my sister to keep her company. We reached the parking garage, and Stephanie was loaded into the ambulance. I felt someone's gaze on the back of my neck; I didn't like it one bit.

~Undertaker's POV~

I watched as Stephanie was loaded into the ambulance. My efforts to terrorize her, mentally and spiritually, succeeded. She would never set foot in an arena again. I smirked to myself and began to chant.

~Kristine's POV~

Stephanie began to tremble and shake.

"What's going on? What's happening to her?" I asked frantically.

"I don't know." one of the medics replied. "She was fine a minute ago."

"Stop it!" Stephanie screamed. "Stop it! Please!"

'Undertaker, you bastard.'

Stephanie's condition got worse. She began to shake uncontrollably; her screams became ear-straining. I did the only thing I could do: comfort my sister. I grasped her hand in mine and cupped the left side of her face with my other hand.

"Stephanie, look at me." Her eyes struggled to meet mine; eventually, we made eye-contact. "Stephanie, listen to me: he isn't doing anything to you. He's weak; he can't touch you. He can't do anything to you."

Stephanie began to calm down. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Kristine: thank you." Stephanie passed out due to her mental battle with the Undertaker.

"Get her to a hospital now!" I ordered.

Four medics piled into the ambulance and drove off. The ambulance's lights and sirens filled the parking garage as it exited, leaving me behind.

'Stay strong, Stephanie: stay strong.'

~Undertaker's POV~

I couldn't believe it: the girl repelled my spell. A mortal can't block my powers.

"She blocked your power?" Paul Bearer asked. "No mortal can do that, especially a mere girl."

"Find out who she is." I growled. "Find out everything about her."

"What do you plan to do, my lord?"

"Crush her: mentally, physically, and spiritually."