Title: Legends of Death

Rating: M - Mature

Genre: Horror, Suspense

Pairings: Matt/Rey, Taker/Jeff

Warnings: Ghosts, Urban Legends, Death, Sex, Slash, slight AU

Summary: Friday the 13th, a day of spirits and bad luck. Matt, Rey, and Jeff are about to find out that foul spirits and mournful ghosts are not just the things of legend and ghost stories...

AN: I know, I so shouldn't be writing another story, but this one was too good for me to pass up. I've done a crap load of research for this too, and this is in the spirit of Halloween, which is just around the corner. I love Halloween so much... Anyway...

Disclaimer: I do not own World Wrestling Entertainment or any of the wrestlers mentioned herein. The wrestlers portrayed in this act of fiction are property and copyright of the WWE and their respective owners. I also do not own these urban legends or stories that are put herein. Most of them were found on Urban Legends and Superstitions. If you want the link, just ask me in a review and I'll send it to you.

LegendsOfDeath

The faint glow of the candle was the only light in the small room. It was reflected in the large mirror before the man, and his reflection's eyes met his own vibrant green ones in the faint glow of the mirror. He took a breath, looking at his watch in the dim glow of the candle, seeing that it was time. 12:30 AM on the morning of Friday, October 13th. He took another breath and closed his eyes, parting his lips to speak.

"Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary..."

The only door was closed. The faint light from the wall outlet was covered so that no light issued out, and there was no chance of any light entering. The man was sure he could develop film in here if he had the right equipment to do so...

"Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary..."

That made six. Seven more, and he should see the ghostly apparition known as Bloody Mary. He knew the story, knew the risks, but it was worth it. He was the biggest risk taker in the industry, after all...

"Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary..."

Nine... he was almost there. He swore he could feel small bathroom get colder. The flame on the wick of the candle flickered, and he swore he saw a mist appear on the mirror. No, he needed to stay focused. He closed his eyes.

"Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary..."

His heart pounded in his chest, blood rushed through his veins. This was it. Just one more time, and he would lay eyes on the most gruesome, deadliest urban legend to exist. He kept his eyes shut, determined to mutter the two words one... last... time...

"Bloody Mary."

His voice came out a whisper and he opened his eyes. At first, he didn't see anything. His eyes met the mirror, looking over his left shoulder. He jumped and yelped as a figure appeared over his shoulder...

Matt Hardy jumped, sending the cards in his hand flying across the table as the shriek of terror shot through the house. He looked at the small, Mexican man sitting across from him and threw down what remianed of the cards before running out the door, for the bathroom.

"Damn it, Mark! I was so close! You had to go and open the door and fuck it all up! I'm going to murder you!"

Matt sighed, shaking his head as he leaned on the bathroom door. Rey appeared beside him, his brown eyes lit in confusion. The smaller form of Matt's brother, Jeff, was pounding on the large frame of Mark. Jeff was raging, screaming and pounding at the chest of the Undertaker. Finally, the dark man grabbed Jeff's wrists and picked him up by them, making the two of them at eye level.

"I told you to stop playing with ghosts, Jeff," Mark growled out. Jeff's glare met Mark's, and they stared at each other, brown and green clashing. Jeff finally turned his head, frowning. Mark rolled his eyes, putting Jeff on his feet. Rey reached over, flipping the light switch on. Jeff pouted, moving against the wall and crossing his arms.

"What were you doing, Jeff...?" Rey asked. The younger Hardy looked at Rey before looking away.

"Trying to see if the urban legend behind Bloody Mary was true," Jeff pouted. Rey frowned, leaning forward and blowing out the candle. Matt rolled his eyes, as did Mark.

"Bloody Mary...?" Rey asked. Jeff saw his chance and grinned, walking forward, looping his arm with Rey's and leading him into the living room, ignoring the scattered cards. Matt and Mark followed, the former stooping down to pick up the cards he and Rey had scattered.

"Bloody Mary. Legend has it that she was the daughter of a small town doctor and his wife a long time ago. When she was a teenager, she came down with some disease that was deemed incurable at that point in time," Jeff started.

"Diptheria," Mark stated calmly, righting one of the chairs that had been knocked over in the mad dash for the bathroom.

"Whatever," Jeff replied, sticking his tongue out childishly. "Anyway, the doctor pronounced her dead, and they buried her in a wooden coffin. They left a hole in it so that they could tie a rope around Mary's wrist. If she was alive, she could tug on the rope and it would ring a bell, which let them know that she was still alive so that they could dig her up."

"Why would they bury her if she wasn't dead?" Rey asked. Jeff paused and stared at him for a minute. Rey shifted nervously. "Sorry, Jeff."

"It's okay. Mary woke up in the coffin and tried to get it open after it was buried. For whatever reason, her parents didn't hear the bell go off. They went out the following morning, and found that she had thrashed around so much during the night that she had actually knocked the bell off of the stand it was on. They dug her up as fast as they could, but it was too late. She was in the coffin, and had broke her fingernails off trying to claw her way out of the coffin. The legend continues, however, to say that on Friday the thirteenth, you're supposed to wait until it's dark outside. After that, you close yourself into a dark room with a mirror, usually a bathroom since little to no light usually gets in and there's like... always a mirror. You light a candle and say 'Bloody Mary' thirteen times. Supposedly, on the thirteenth time, you're supposed to see her over your left shoulder, and she's supposed to try to kill you."

"You were going to summon a ghost in my house to kill you?!" Rey exclaimed. Before anyone could reply, he had bent his head and began to pray, muttering quickly in Spanish. Jeff looked at Rey for a minute before his gaze was drawn away, meeting two differing shades of very pissed off brown.

"What?! It's an urban legend! It's not like it was true!" Jeff exclaimed, throwing his hands up defensively and backing away.

"Bullshit," Mark growled. "You already said you were trying to find out if it was true."

"Jeffery... Nero... Hardy..." Matt growled. A loud thud outside snapped all four men's attention away. Mark's eyes moved up, while the three younger men looked up, moving their heads. Rey frowned and moved up the stairs, taking them at two at a time. Matt followed him, leaving Jeff and Mark alone downstairs.

"Rey, what do you think that was?" Matt asked. Rey shrugged, moving up to the attic.

"I don't know," Rey replied, looking out the window. He couldn't see anything and sighed in frustration, jogging down the stairs again. Matt followed, but grabbed Rey's hand as he heard the volume of Jeff's voice rising steadily, a sign he was about to snap.

"No, Mark! Damn it, I love you, but you can't keep treating me like I'm a five-year-old! I knew what I was doing, and if I would have gone into that bathroom with the intent to die, it wouldn't have been with any regrets! I knew what I was getting myself into. Would you back the fuck off?!"

Rey looked at Matt, who was watching the door. Mark's growling timbre came next.

"I love you too, Jeff, and that's why I don't want you summoning deadly ghosts," Mark started. He was about to continue, but Jeff jumped all over him.

"Why the hell do you care?! You already told me you don't believe in ghosts and you thought my belief in them was stupid!"

"No, I said your stupidity was going to get you killed."

"So now I'm stupid?! No, you know what? I'm through with this. Fuck you, Mark. I hope you rot in Hell!" Matt pulled Rey back, holding him tight against him as Jeff stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The loud impact made Rey wince, and the smaller man winced again when Jeff stormed out of the house, slamming the front door too. Rey looked at Matt and then after Jeff.

"I'm not comforting either of them," Rey said, gently pulling himself away from Matt, even if he didn't admit that he liked the way Matt's body felt against his. "That's not my place, and Mark is a very large man who could easily snap me in two. I just want to know what that thud was, and then I'd love to get to sleep." Matt nodded and followed Rey outside. The luchador muttered something in Spanish under his breath before he looked at the house, his eyes straining in the darkness to find what had hit his house. A few feet away, Jeff was curled up in a ball, sitting on the ground, his back toward Matt. The elder Hardy sighed and moved to his brother, squatting next to Jeff.

"Don't talk to me, Matty. I don't want to talk about it," Jeff muttered. Matt rubbed Jeff's back and leaned in, pressing his lips against Jeff's head.

"You know, if I was stuck in a ghost story, you'd be the first person I'd want to be with me," Matt said. Jeff looked at him, running one hand over his eyes.

"Promise?" Jeff asked. Matt grinned and nodded.

"Promise, Jeffro."

"Madre de Dios!"

The cry came from where Rey had taken off. Jeff and Matt were on their feet in a second, running over to where Rey had gone. He had fallen back on his butt, and had scooted away from the house. Jeff and Matt stood on either side of him, their eyes as wide as Rey's. Sitting against the wall, at the foundation, were three pendants. One was a bright, diamond blue, one was a vibrant emerald, and the last was a deep ruby. Jeff moved forward, picking up the pendants curiously. He gasped when he looked at them closer and looked up to meet Matt's eyes.

"They have our names on them..." Jeff muttered. He walked over and showed his brother and Rey. Sure enough, in an old-fashion English black text were their names. The diamond had Rey's name, the emerald had Jeff's name, and the ruby had Matt's. Jeff looked at them, sliding the silver chain around his neck. He held out both hands, each holding a pendant out to the respective owner.

"Hell no," Rey muttered, shaking his head. "I don't want to know how that thing got here, I don't want to know why it has my name on it, and I sure as hell don't want to touch it."

"Rey has a point, Jeff," Matt said, his eyes not leaving the glowing ruby. The emerald around Jeff's neck had stopped glowing. "You're way too trusting." Jeff sighed, rolling his eyes.

"You two are such wimps," he frowned. "It's not like these pendants are going to zap us to some alternate dimension. Now just put the damn things on. Fans probably made them and managed to get our names in them." Matt and Rey exchanged looks. Jeff had a good point... His story about Bloody Mary had freaked them out. Matt reached out, taking the ruby pendant. The glowing stopped as soon as it touched his hand, and he put it around his neck.

"Well, if a fan did make it, it's pretty kick ass..." Matt admitted. Both Hardys looked at Rey, who sighed and stood up, reaching out for the pendant.

"If anything happens, I'm going to 619 the two of you into the next century," Rey said. Jeff giggled as Rey put it on. The next instant, thunder rolled in. Before the three of them could react, a lightning bolt slammed to the ground, landing in the small patch of land right in teh center of the three of them, and by the time the lightning flash had disappeared, so had the three wrestlers.

-TBC-

AN: There's the first chapter. Kind of short, I know, but still. A little background: Mark and Jeff have been dating for a while before the story began, and Jeff is a bit obsessed with ghosts and urban legends. I hope you liked it!! Chapter two to come... later.

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