In the Nights We Wept
Disclaimer- I don't own anything to do with the WWE. Remember this is AU wrestling world, meaning anything and everything can happen.
Summary- Mark is offered a chance to grant one of his greatest desires, one he has longed for. What happens when a simple wish that seemed so harmless becomes not so flawless? Slash.
Mark sat in a dark corner of the bar, the name of the latest city the WWE had stopped in had slipped his mind. For all he cared they could be in the middle of the Antarctica and he really didn't care.
They were taunting him.
He had been watching the younger man taunt him, flaunting their relationship with no knowledge of his actions what so ever. The relationship he would -could- never have with the young man, despite his undying interest, the younger man always belong to that other man.
Mark signalled the elder bartender for another round of whatever lingered at the bottom of his glass. The bartender nodded and served him another drink. Mark continued his observation the younger, the couple that moved as one as they crossed the dance floor with their dance steps. The younger of the two seemed delighted as a small rare smile crossed his beautiful features, the man's partner spoke to him making his smile grow.
Taker's thoughts were interrupted by a small petite women who sat down at his table. Mark eyed her for a minute taking in her mystified outfit, the olden fashioned gypsy like outfit fitted her petite form, her curled black hair fell down her back, while her facial features were hidden behind a masquerade mask. She sat across from him, her aura radiating though out the room.
When the women made no acknowledgement towards, Mark looked at her raising a curious eyebrow.
"Can I help you?" Mark asked taking his eyes off the young man he was watching to train them onto the elderly women. She looked at him and shook her head.
"No, dear, you can not help me but I however can help you." Once again she fell silent, her crystal gray eyes seemed to glaze over for a second before they returned to back to a bright blue.
"Oh yeah, well what makes you think I need help? Or that I need your help?" Mark shook his head and took a drink from his glass.
"I can tell you need something I can give you. Your eyes, the hold much pain and sadness, and I can help with that. I can make you happy." Mark almost chuckled at the idiotic words that spilled from her lips, but there was something about her made him hold in his dying need to laugh and for a second maybe just listen to what she had to offer.
"I have an offer for you." Mark once again found himself raising an eyebrow, silently telling her to continue. A small part of him intrigued by her.
"I can give you anything. Anything you desire, for one night. One night with no consequences, no repercussions, you can have everything and anything." Her crystal black eyes shined with knowledge beyond age.
"Excuse me?" Mark asked pushing his glass to the side, so that he could lean in closer to the lady.
"My name is Anstice, and I can give you whatever it is that you want. A million dollars. A night of passion with a loved one. A loved one brought back to life. A small weekend vacation, to anywhere in the world you may desire for as long as you please. Anything you desire, whatever it may be."
"Anything?" He asked going along with her little get up, mostly just humouring her.
"Anything." Anstice confirmed.
Mark looked away from the knowing eyes that were staring into his soul and focused on the couple that were still on the dance floor, Anstice's offered lingered in his mind, he could do it, a night full of passion with the young man. But than again who could actually give him that, with a mocking chuckle a part of him curious what it would be like if this lady could actually do it, a night filled with the other's pleasured moans, as he laid on his back with Taker hovering over him. Mark could ask for this and show the young man what really pleasure was. Deciding to humour her,
"I want him, for one night. I don't want him to remember the next morning."
"Like it never happened." A silence filled the bar, followed by a dark flash, before anyone could realize something happened, everything was normal again. The music played as they couples on the dance floor danced, and the bartender continued to fill orders for the paying customers.
With a shake of his head, Mark glanced around and noticed Anstice was no longer sitting across from him, shrugging the whole encounter off Taker ordered another drink.
Read, Review, please give me a reason to continue this.
A.N. I don't know why I wrote this, I wrote it last week but I didn't like it so I left in my documents, but then I returned to it and after fixing it up a little I've decided to give it a go. What is going to happen in this story I don't know. This maybe only a few chapters long or it could turn into something huge. I have no clue.
But I am curious as to what my readers think of this, who do you think Taker's watching?