A/N: Another one from the 'vaults'. This was written either in 1999 or 2000, and the writing is complete crap! LOL, you can see the mega difference between styles from then and now. This started out as a sort of wrestling story but as the 'series' goes on, it actually becames AU because nothing was predetermined, I wrote whatever came into mind. Fair warning: this story does NOT center around the Undertaker. The main character is Alexander Blackheart throughout the entire saga and I've liberally sprinkled the stories with a bunch of other wrestlers.

Part One

"Please tell me that is not what you're wearing tonight."

Alex and Alexa Blackheart looked up from the magazine they had been pouring over to find their friend Cat standing in front of them.

Alex glanced at his sister. "Yeah, why wouldn't we?"

"Alex, look!" Cat stubbed a finger at his shirt.

He wore a sleeveless tee shirt with a picture of the Undertaker laying flat on his back. The actual problem was: He had a hard-on.

"Cat, check this out." Alexa turned around and the back of her belly shirt read: Got Riga Mortis? The front had the same picture as her brother's.

"You two are idiots." Cat muttered.

"Lighten up Kitty." Alex wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "What's the worst that can happen?"

Cat pushed him away. "Forgive me if I don't want to be associated with you two at the moment."

Alexa giggled, raising a hand to her mouth. "I think it's a little to late for that."

Cat arched a golden eyebrow.

Alex cleared his throat, looking pointedly over her shoulder.

She didn't stick around, just zoomed off down the hallway, her stilettos clicking on the floor furiously.

Alexa propped her elbow on Alex's shoulder. "What's up Dead Man?"

Alex snickered.

The Undertaker's indifferent stare slowly moved over their shoulders.

"Like 'em?" Alex did a quick turn. "We can order one for ya… Size extra freak of course."

Alexa giggled again. "I think you mean big and tall."

"No, I meant extra fat."

'Taker walked pas them, his Ministry of Darkness following.

"Nice look." Edge smirked as he passed.

"Beats yours."

Alexa watched as the Ministry disappeared out of sight. "Well that was just plain boring."

"No kidding. We didn't even get a rise out of him."

They looked at each other's shirts and started laughing.

***

"Hello?"

Silence.

"Hel-lo-oo?"

Still silence.

Cat frowned, staring down the empty corridor. She hated being in the arena after hours. "Alexander? Alexandra?"

This was definitely the last time she listened to them.

"Guys, come on, this isn't funny." Cat wadded the note she had received in her hand. "I mean it!"

"Catherine."

Cat spun around at the low whispered, her frown deepening when she found nobody. "Hello?"

"Here Kitty, Kitty."

Cat turned again, beginning to scream.

***

"Hey, look, it's the Underfaker."

Alex walked out of the bathroom to find Alexa staring out their hotel room window. "Spying are we?"

"Look. He's acting weird."

"Nothing unusual there." Alex snorted, rubbing a towel over his wet hair.

"Seriously, come look."

Sighing, Alex walked over to his sister, looking down at the pool. "Oh great, I always wanted to see 'Taker naked." He said dryly, quickly looking elsewhere.

Alexa wasn't so shy about the sight of a nude 'Taker. "I think he's gay." She said quietly.

"I already knew that."

"He had the entire Ministry out there with him," She continued, oblivious to her brother's obvious discomfort. "They watched him strip and get into the pool, then they just left."

"Alexandra, as interesting as all this sounds," Alex said in his most sarcastic voice, walking to his bed. "I'm to tired to even consider shivering at the thought of a naked cadaver in the pool."

Alexa rolled her eyes but didn't say anything, to busy wondering just what in the hell was going on.

***

Cat woke up, panicking as water filled her nostrils.

"Calm down Lioness."

If it were possible, the panic increased ten-fold.

"Lioness, you are safe."

Cat gasped as air filled her lungs, sucking in the sweet air. When she could finally focus, her eyes were greeted to the sight of the Undertaker.

A bare naked Undertaker.

He stared down at her, eyes devoid of any emotion. "You are safe."

Cat began screaming as he smiled, revealing…

***

"Alex!"

Alexander sat up in bed, intending on murdering his sister in the most painful way possible. "What the fuck do you want?"

"Cat!"

"What?"

Alexa was pressed against the window, staring down with wide eyes.

Alex joined her, half convinced he was dreaming.

Cat and the Undertaker were both in the pool, both nude though Cat's long, blonde curls covered most of her body.

'Taker was holding Cat against him, bent over her. Cat's arms hung limply at her sides, floating on the water.

"Something isn't right about this."

Alex nodded. "Let's go check it out. Cat don't like that clown, she's either lost her damn mind or is drugged."

When the two reached the pool, it was empty. There was no sign of either the Undertaker or Cat.

"All right, I'm declaring this all officially fucked up." Alexa announced, folding her arms over her chest.

"No kidding." Alex walked the length of the pool. "Maybe we're sharing the same hallucination sis."

"You've been in my Skittles again?"

"Oh yeah. I'm chop 'em up and snort those bad boys." Alex inhaled dramatically. "Nothing like some powdered candy to fuck you up."

"You're sick."

"This whole situation is sick."

***

Alexander and Alexandra arrived at Raw in high spirits, mildly concerned they might be actually losing their minds, but in a good mood all the same.

This week they wore leather pants and tee shirts with the Undertaker's face on the front, WANTED over his head. On the back it read: FOR THE CRIME OF NECROPHILIA.

"Sometimes I wonder about you two." Terri Runnels laughed as she passed them.

"You seen Cat tonight?" Alex asked.

Terri halted, smiling seductively at him. "No… But I'm sure I could help you with anything you might… require."

"As tempting as that sounds, I've got to go get a root canal."

Terri turned red, spat out a few choice words and stalked off, pausing to flip him off.

"You've got such a way with the ladies." Alex commented.

"What can I say, I'm one sexy bitch."

"Bitch?"

"Bitch." Alex nodded. "Beautiful Individual That Causes Heartache."

"Remind me again: How are we related?"

"You got lucky."

Alexa rolled her eyes. She started to say something but got distracted. "Cat!"

Alex turned to find Cat strolling towards them looking like she always did.

Gold choker, black corset top, black pants and gold stilettos, yes she was looking normal.

"Hey guys, nice shirts." She greeted. "You'll soon be on that list."

"Necrophilia… gross." Alexa shuddered.

"Body is good for three days." Cat teased, tossing a curl over her shoulder.

"You're sicker than Alex."

Alex was staring at Cat curiously.

"What?" Cat frowned. "Is my make-up smeared or something?"

"What were you doing with the Underfaker the other night?"

"Huh?" The look of genuine confusion on Cat's face knocked him for a loop.

"You; 'Taker; in a pool together. That ring any bells?" Alexa asked, staring at their friend.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Cat looked back and forth between the two. "Cause it's not very funny."

"No joke Cat, so stop fooling."

Cat shook her head. "You two need to lay off the jokes, they're not funny anymore."

"Cat, come on, stop pretending." Alexa snapped. "We seen you with 'Taker in the pool at the hotel."

Cat irritably reached under her choker to scratch her neck. "You two are sick." She said finally. "Really sick."

"What's that?" Alex asked, reaching out to pull the choker away.

"Stop it!" Cat stepped back, eyes narrowed angrily. "I don't know what your damage is but leave me alone."

Alex and Alexa watched her walk away with open mouths.

***

"Damn." Cat whispered, staring at her throat in a bathroom mirror. "How'd this happen?"

She racked her brain, trying to remember the past week but it was all a blur.

She could remember waking up that morning, remember going through the day like usual though everything before was pretty much a blank.

"Damn." Cat muttered again.

"Ouch." Alex groaned, accepting the ice pack Alexa held out. "Remind me to never to do that again."

"Look before you leap next time."

"Like I knew Gangrel was going to move, he seemed pretty stunned to me."

Alexa shook her head, grabbing gauze out of her duffel bag. "You're bleeding."

Alex groaned.

***

"You look like shit."

Cat glanced up from the sink to find Jackie standing next to her. "Thanks."

"You're paler than usual Cat, you feeling all right?" Jackie asked, concern etched on her face.

"I don't know."

"Here." Jackie pulled a paper cup out of a dispenser and filled it with cool tap water.

"Thanks." Cat gratefully took a sip, not realizing how parched she was until just now.

Jackie glanced at the clock on the wall. "I got to go, match with Luna and Ivory."

Cat nodded, afraid to open her mouth. Once Jackie had left the bathroom, Cat ran for a stall.

***

"Cat? You in here?" Alexa stuck her head into the women's bathroom. "Kitty?" Frowning, she stepped inside, nearly slipping. "What the…"

Alexa stared down at the floor, somewhere in her mind the fact that there were bloody footprints leading from a stall registered. Bloody stiletto prints.

Cautiously, Alexa approached the stall, pushing open the door with two fingers.

Blood.

Everywhere.

Alexa swallowed back vomit, forcing herself to look.

Blood covered the wall, the stall sides, the floor and the toilet.

When Alexa seen a choker in the bile, she fled the bathroom.

The Undertaker stared impassively at the trail of blood on the wall, his eyes slowly moving to the woman clinging to the same wall for support as blood dribbled from her mouth, joining the blood pooling on the floor with each step she managed to take.

He seen the way her clothes seemed to be to large for her and knew she was quite literally wasting away by the second.

Signaling his Ministry of Darkness to follow, he approached her.

Cat slowly looked up.

Edge and Christian were the only ones who drew back, repulsed by what they saw.

***

"Calm down," Alex said for the tenth time, trying to understand what Alexandra was saying.

"Cat. Blood. Stall." Alexa spat out in a frenzied sort of mantra.

Sighing, Alex calmly walked over to the bench and picked up her hairbrush. "Alexa, if you don't stop I'm going to hit you." He cautioned in a reasonable tone.

Alexa didn't stop rambling.

Alex reared back and slapped her upside the head with the brush.

"Ow!"

He tossed the brush aside. "Now, take a deep breath and tell me what the hell happened."

Rubbing her head the entire, Alexa related what she had seen in the bathroom, unclenching her right hand to reveal a blood soaked choker.

***