Note: This is just a fanfiction that I have wrote. It has nothing to do with the WWE or with the Undertaker, and I don't claim ownership over them. I merely wrote this as a medium for my writing and hope to transform it into an actual story once I get done with it.

P.S. This fanfiction is based around the figure The Undertaker when he had his long, black hair during the time when he was battling Kane when he first appeared in the WWE. Just to give you a little reference :)

Chapter Two

It seems like everything is as it should be in my kingdom.

Nestled upon one of the cushioned seats of the black carriage, King and ruler of the surrounding area, Markus Callaway, had his body relaxed back against the velvet material of the seat while his black satin shirt rubbed against his muscular upper body. His strong, pale hands rested against the tops of his black trousers with his crimson ring glistening from the ring finger on his right hand. With his long, black hair hanging down the sides of the strong features on his face, he looked out one of the opened windows of his carriage with his intense, emerald green eyes that could pierce the soul of anyone he desired to do so with.

It is very relaxing for me to leave the castle every now and again to look over the territories. I would go crazy if I never left the walls of it, and see how the world is outside. I can't imagine-

"My lord…"

The sound of his royal advisor's voice speaking to him broke his train of thought that he was currently under at the moment, and brought his complete attention onto that of the short, plump man sitting across from him inside of his carriage on a seat much like his own. Markus released a short, heavy sigh out of his strong mouth before his deep, firm voice followed suit.

"Yes, Paul?" He asked. His tone had a lingering sense of annoyance within it. "What is on your mind?"

"I apologize for intruding on your thoughts, your highness," Paul said, apologetically, "but I believe that we need to discuss about the situation that you are facing."

"And what would this 'situation' be?"

"Well…Your subjects are starting to become more curious and anxious about whom you are going to choose as your bride and future queen."

Oh no…Not this conversation again. Isn't there anything else he wants to discuss with me besides my marital status? Anything at all?

Markus lifted up one of his hands, and ran it over his face before having it to stop over his eyes. A soft groan escaped from his mouth shortly before his words followed it.

"Is this conversation really necessary when we have already it a number of times, Paul?"

"Sire…You must choose a bride soon if you are to have an heir to the throne, and keep the other vampire nobility from taking it."

"I know that I need to find someone to wed and have a family with them. However…It is hard for me to simply wed a woman, human or vampire, if there are no feelings attached to them."

"You wish to have a bond with the young lady that will be your wife, right my lord?"

"That is correct." Lowering his hand from his eyes, Markus looked towards the pale blue eyes of his advisor while making his voice sound more firm and deeper, expressing the seriousness of that moment in time. "If I am to become involved with and married to anyone, they must have a bond with me that no one else can experience."

"You are searching for the half of your soul, my lord. Is this correct?"

"That is correct, Paul."

"My lord…You have been searching for this so called woman for the last two years with no luck so far."

Markus moved his eyes towards the window of his carriage once more, and looked up to the sky that had started to become litter with several dark clouds since he was unable to look upon the face of his advisor while he spoke the truth to him.

"Perhaps…My lord…You should give up on this quest, and settle for a young mortal or immortal woman before time runs out for you, and you are forced off the throne."

Perhaps Paul was right. He had been searching for a long time with no luck of finding the other part of his soul with any success. Time was not on his side. He needed to find a woman to be his bride and queen very soon if he was to keep the throne out of the hands of any of the rival vampire families that had been trying to steal out from underneath him.

Lowering his eyes down from the approaching storm, Markus caught sight of something that nearly took his breath away.

Walking upon the edge of the very dirt road the carriage was traveling on, a beautiful young woman dressed in white with flowing, curly hair the shade of the raven's feathers was moving at a steady pace with her hands to the sides of her curvaceous frame.

Oh my god…It's her…

Markus knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was looking upon the very woman that was the other half of his soul, and who would complete him after so many years of living in darkness. Keeping his gaze fixated on the beautiful angel moving down the trail, Markus spoke to Paul in a firm tone that showed his dark, seriousness completely.

"Stop the carriage when we get close to the fork in the road up ahead, Paul."

"Of course, my lord." Paul replied. Giving a knock on the wall behind him to the driver, he kept his focus on his master. "Are you wishing to get some air before we continue on to the castle?"

"I am wishing to do more than get some measly air to clear my head." Moving his eyes to his confidant and advisor, Markus's voice maintained the darkness it had kept while a little linger of hope had started to float on the surface of it as he spoke. "I am wishing…to meet my new bride."