This is my first Undertaker fanfic so please be nice.
Disclaimer: I only own all the obvious characters that are not from the WWE.
Introduction:
Thunder clashed overhead as dark and ominous clouds started rolling in. The only light was that of the few street lamps that still worked, and there weren't many. Undertaker opened his eyes, and was slightly confused as to where he was. He stood beneath the long and dangly leafy branches of a weeping willow tree. It only took him a few minutes to realize, just exactly where he was.
He was standing in the cemetery where his parents were buried. He looked up at the top of the large hill to where the old abandoned church was. From the first floor window he saw the flickering dim light of what he assumed to be many candles. The door of the old church opened allowing more of the candle light to be seen. He watched as a cloaked and hooded figure came out of the church, and began heading his way.
Undertaker hid further back behind the curtain of vine like branches of the willow as so he would not be seen. The figure came closer and though he could not see this person; he could see long pale blind locks with blood red tips and black streaks that had snuck out from underneath the hood.
By now Undertaker most certainly could tell that this person was a woman. By the way her long black jacket hugged her figure. It wasn't skin tight, but he still could see the curves of her body and the shape of her bosom. She came and knelt down before two head stones and placed two white lilies over the graves.
She turned her head towards him as she removed the hood from her head. Now he could see her fully. Undertaker was stunned by her; she had the face of an Angel, soft and gentle. But her eyes, her eyes captured him like no other had before. They were almost the color of silver, but held a certain foggy texture to them; making him feel as though he was indeed staring into an endless night fog.
She stared into his green eyes, and held out her hand to his. In the blink of an eye, he was now before her, his hand clasping hers as he pulled her up from the ground. He held her close; he could sense the darkness within her, the powers that lingered inside of her.
He turned to look at the head stones; it was his parent's head stones. He looked at her confused, "I place a flower upon every grave," she said softly.
"One flower for each of the dead…everyone thought I was strange for doing that. Once each head stone has had a flower, I move on."
She looked at him once more with a smile on her face, slowly his hand left hers. Undertaker watched as she ran off further into the cemetery.