Dark Angels and Living Dead Girls
The Dark Angel has converted many to the dark side. Now she sets her sights on Kane, but disappears at the beginning of 'Tori and Kane.' Four months later, she makes her return...
General/Angst
PG-13
Misc./Wrestling
Disclaimer: I own only the Dark Angel (since that's my nickname). The other characters belong to the World Wrestling Federation. The songs "SuperBeast" and "Living Dead Girl" belong to Rob Zombie. I'm making no money on this, I only wrote this because of my incredible admiration (*wink*) for Kane and the Undertaker. And yes, I know that the songs and the time frame of this story DO NOT go together, but I couldn't resist Rob Zombie! So cool!
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Preface.
The lights went out completely, a moment of utter silence beginning before, as though out of nowhere, there came a thunderous sound, almost like that of a snarling jungle cat. The lights burst back on at the start of "SuperBeast" by Rob Zombie. There, at the beginning of the ramp, stood a figure draped in a black gown, fitting like a second skin.
In one hand, the figure held a leash handle, the other end of the leash attached to one leg of a rather large crow, which situated itself on the barrier separating the ramp from the audience, a few of the closer fans backing up for fear of getting pecked or scratched. With the other hand, the figure slowly lifted the dark, lace veil, revealing an almost porcelain- white face, adorned by black makeup.
The crowd of people nearest her gasped as they saw the gash running from the middle of her left eyebrow to her left cheekbone. It had scarred over long ago, as they all knew. They also knew who had done it.
She watched the three men in the ring for a few eerie moments before snapping her fingers, the crow flying towards the ring ahead of her, the leash handle dangling behind it. Slowly, she began towards the ring, dropping the veil halfway there.
On her way up the steps, the woman took a large hand, much bigger than her own, and stood on the apron, looking up into the robed man's face. He slowly leaned down, her arms moving around his neck, and lifted her over the top rope, an arm around her waist.
As he set her down, she lightly kissed his forehead, leaving no marks, and turned to the crow, holding her fingers out to it, just centimeters from its beak. The crow, in turn, spread its wings and let out a shrieking caw, causing everyone, even the people furthest from the crow, to flinch. All except her.
A dark smile crossed her face as she gave the crow a little piece of bread from a pouch sewn into the right arm of her gown. Turning towards the man who helped her into the ring, she murmured something to him, and he moved towards the man wearing the black and white striped shirt. She, then, slowly turned to look at the tall man in black and red, her ice-blue eyes glittering with dark mischief as she stepped nearer to him, her eyes on his.
As she stepped within a foot of him, he moved his mismatched eyes over her fragile-looking figure before kneeling in front of her, eyes returning her gaze. Moving her hand to his stubbly chin, she whispered to him, her other hand on the back of his head, fingers tangling in his shoulder-length, auburn hair; "You, Kane, have been chosen."
He gently encircled her forearm with his hand and moved it slowly from his chin to the top of his shoulder, saying softly in his gravelly voice; "I am waiting for my first lesson, my Dark Angel," before lowering his head, eyes towards the mat.
She leaned to lightly press her lips to the top of his head before lifting his chin and barely touching her lips to the mouth-slit of his mask, her eyes on his. Rising to stand straight, she slowly brought her hands to about a foot from her face, almost as though she were receiving a gift, with her palms up, the first man placing a bone-handled, jagged knife across her palms.
Slowly gripping the handle, she moved it over to her side before kneeling in front of Kane, holding her other hand in front of her, palm up, bringing her eyes back to his. "Here," she murmured, making a small slit on her palm, "take the knife and do the same."
As he took the knife, music blasted through the speakers. It didn't take long for people to start cheering as Tori came out onto the ramp, microphone in hand.
"Looks like our Dark Angel is trying to convert yet another great man into her vale of dark beliefs," Tori stated, eyes on the Dark Angel.
Kane looked from the Dark Angel to Tori and tilted his head, not quite sure he should listen to Tori or not.
The Dark Angel simply stood and watched the other woman, a rather dark smirk on her lips.
"Is it just me or did the Dark Angel try to ruin my plans? And, of course, she did it without really knowing what I have in store for Kane." Tori paused, eyebrows raised, then headed for the ring, eyes glued to the Dark Angel.
Kane slowly stood, next to the Dark Angel, and watched Tori as she slid into the ring.
The first man, the one who helped the Dark Angel into the ring, watched from outside the ring, his face hidden by his hood, almost like a guard.
"Now, D.A., I know that you think you can convert him.... but...."
Tori had been cut off as the Dark Angel's hand was squeezing her throat, causing Tori to gasp for air. No sooner had she done so that Kane's hand was on her arm, his eyes on Tori. Slowly, the Dark Angel let go of Tori's throat, allowing her to breathe again, and looked up at Kane quizzically.
He looked from Tori to the Dark Angel and said so both could hear: "I cannot do what you asked...but I can..."
"Ha! You see, D.A.?"
Kane practically hugged the Dark Angel to him to keep her from smashing Tori. Slowly, he looked down at her, his eyes on hers, which were full of dark intentions.
"Not only does Kane have the muscles, he more than obviously has a brain if he is so willing to choose to be with me. Instead of going with you to psycho city."
At this, the Dark Angel fought off Kane and leapt at Tori, only to have an arm come around her waist and pull her back.
Turning against the arm, she looked up into the robed man's face. Reaching up, she slowly moved the hood back, revealing none other than the Undertaker staring back at her. The Dark Angel's lips turned into a slight, yet devilish smile as she gazed up into his eyes.
"It looks like you already have one man on the dark side, Angel. You don't need another," Tori observed in a silky voice.
The Dark Angel turned to hiss at Tori, revealing her canines to be a good quarter of an inch longer than anyone else's', causing Tori to slowly begin backing away, her eyes widened in shock and fear, Kane taking only one step back, eyes on the Dark Angel as she began cursing at Tori in a language nobody recognized.
Coming behind her, Undertaker lightly touched Angel's shoulder, whispering something to her as she turned to look up at him, a dangerous smile on her face. Eyes on his brother, Undertaker slowly moved with Angel to the ropes, lifting her over them again. With one last look at Kane, he moved over the ropes with his long legs, and accompanied the Dark Angel to her room backstage.
The Dark Angel has converted many to the dark side. Now she sets her sights on Kane, but disappears at the beginning of 'Tori and Kane.' Four months later, she makes her return...
General/Angst
PG-13
Misc./Wrestling
Disclaimer: I own only the Dark Angel (since that's my nickname). The other characters belong to the World Wrestling Federation. The songs "SuperBeast" and "Living Dead Girl" belong to Rob Zombie. I'm making no money on this, I only wrote this because of my incredible admiration (*wink*) for Kane and the Undertaker. And yes, I know that the songs and the time frame of this story DO NOT go together, but I couldn't resist Rob Zombie! So cool!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Preface.
The lights went out completely, a moment of utter silence beginning before, as though out of nowhere, there came a thunderous sound, almost like that of a snarling jungle cat. The lights burst back on at the start of "SuperBeast" by Rob Zombie. There, at the beginning of the ramp, stood a figure draped in a black gown, fitting like a second skin.
In one hand, the figure held a leash handle, the other end of the leash attached to one leg of a rather large crow, which situated itself on the barrier separating the ramp from the audience, a few of the closer fans backing up for fear of getting pecked or scratched. With the other hand, the figure slowly lifted the dark, lace veil, revealing an almost porcelain- white face, adorned by black makeup.
The crowd of people nearest her gasped as they saw the gash running from the middle of her left eyebrow to her left cheekbone. It had scarred over long ago, as they all knew. They also knew who had done it.
She watched the three men in the ring for a few eerie moments before snapping her fingers, the crow flying towards the ring ahead of her, the leash handle dangling behind it. Slowly, she began towards the ring, dropping the veil halfway there.
On her way up the steps, the woman took a large hand, much bigger than her own, and stood on the apron, looking up into the robed man's face. He slowly leaned down, her arms moving around his neck, and lifted her over the top rope, an arm around her waist.
As he set her down, she lightly kissed his forehead, leaving no marks, and turned to the crow, holding her fingers out to it, just centimeters from its beak. The crow, in turn, spread its wings and let out a shrieking caw, causing everyone, even the people furthest from the crow, to flinch. All except her.
A dark smile crossed her face as she gave the crow a little piece of bread from a pouch sewn into the right arm of her gown. Turning towards the man who helped her into the ring, she murmured something to him, and he moved towards the man wearing the black and white striped shirt. She, then, slowly turned to look at the tall man in black and red, her ice-blue eyes glittering with dark mischief as she stepped nearer to him, her eyes on his.
As she stepped within a foot of him, he moved his mismatched eyes over her fragile-looking figure before kneeling in front of her, eyes returning her gaze. Moving her hand to his stubbly chin, she whispered to him, her other hand on the back of his head, fingers tangling in his shoulder-length, auburn hair; "You, Kane, have been chosen."
He gently encircled her forearm with his hand and moved it slowly from his chin to the top of his shoulder, saying softly in his gravelly voice; "I am waiting for my first lesson, my Dark Angel," before lowering his head, eyes towards the mat.
She leaned to lightly press her lips to the top of his head before lifting his chin and barely touching her lips to the mouth-slit of his mask, her eyes on his. Rising to stand straight, she slowly brought her hands to about a foot from her face, almost as though she were receiving a gift, with her palms up, the first man placing a bone-handled, jagged knife across her palms.
Slowly gripping the handle, she moved it over to her side before kneeling in front of Kane, holding her other hand in front of her, palm up, bringing her eyes back to his. "Here," she murmured, making a small slit on her palm, "take the knife and do the same."
As he took the knife, music blasted through the speakers. It didn't take long for people to start cheering as Tori came out onto the ramp, microphone in hand.
"Looks like our Dark Angel is trying to convert yet another great man into her vale of dark beliefs," Tori stated, eyes on the Dark Angel.
Kane looked from the Dark Angel to Tori and tilted his head, not quite sure he should listen to Tori or not.
The Dark Angel simply stood and watched the other woman, a rather dark smirk on her lips.
"Is it just me or did the Dark Angel try to ruin my plans? And, of course, she did it without really knowing what I have in store for Kane." Tori paused, eyebrows raised, then headed for the ring, eyes glued to the Dark Angel.
Kane slowly stood, next to the Dark Angel, and watched Tori as she slid into the ring.
The first man, the one who helped the Dark Angel into the ring, watched from outside the ring, his face hidden by his hood, almost like a guard.
"Now, D.A., I know that you think you can convert him.... but...."
Tori had been cut off as the Dark Angel's hand was squeezing her throat, causing Tori to gasp for air. No sooner had she done so that Kane's hand was on her arm, his eyes on Tori. Slowly, the Dark Angel let go of Tori's throat, allowing her to breathe again, and looked up at Kane quizzically.
He looked from Tori to the Dark Angel and said so both could hear: "I cannot do what you asked...but I can..."
"Ha! You see, D.A.?"
Kane practically hugged the Dark Angel to him to keep her from smashing Tori. Slowly, he looked down at her, his eyes on hers, which were full of dark intentions.
"Not only does Kane have the muscles, he more than obviously has a brain if he is so willing to choose to be with me. Instead of going with you to psycho city."
At this, the Dark Angel fought off Kane and leapt at Tori, only to have an arm come around her waist and pull her back.
Turning against the arm, she looked up into the robed man's face. Reaching up, she slowly moved the hood back, revealing none other than the Undertaker staring back at her. The Dark Angel's lips turned into a slight, yet devilish smile as she gazed up into his eyes.
"It looks like you already have one man on the dark side, Angel. You don't need another," Tori observed in a silky voice.
The Dark Angel turned to hiss at Tori, revealing her canines to be a good quarter of an inch longer than anyone else's', causing Tori to slowly begin backing away, her eyes widened in shock and fear, Kane taking only one step back, eyes on the Dark Angel as she began cursing at Tori in a language nobody recognized.
Coming behind her, Undertaker lightly touched Angel's shoulder, whispering something to her as she turned to look up at him, a dangerous smile on her face. Eyes on his brother, Undertaker slowly moved with Angel to the ropes, lifting her over them again. With one last look at Kane, he moved over the ropes with his long legs, and accompanied the Dark Angel to her room backstage.