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SIX MONTHS LATER
Sybelle groaned when there was a light rap on her front door.
"Do you want me to get it?" Gangrel asked, half rising from his seat.
She smiled. "No. You're here on recovery. So stay put."
"But really! In your condition!" he protested.
"If you insist on being bothersome I'll send you back to Edge and Christian with your injured leg." She threatened.
"Funny."
Chuckling, she went to the door. Threw the mesh screen she saw who it was, instantly freezing. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her hands resting on her six month unborn child.
"I haven't seen you in awhile so..." Kane trailed off.
"Kane, you and I have never been friends."
"That was His fault."
Sybelle sighed, knowing he was right. "What do you want?"
"Just to see you."
"No catch?"
"No catch."
"Sybelle?" Gangrel appeared. "You!"
Kane raised his hands in a defensive gesture. "I'm here to see her."
"You're not going to let that that freak in here are you?" Gangrel looked like he was going to explode.
"Kane, would you like to come in?" Sybelle asked politely, ignoring Gangrel.
"Only if its all right with you."
"Please do." She held the door open.
After a few minutes of idle chatter, Gangrel excused himself. He didn't want to be around Kane.
"You're pregnant." Kane stated, eyeing her stomach, she wore a tight black dress that emphasized it.
"I know."
"May I ask the father's name?"
"Why?"
"Call it curiosity."
Sybelle laughed dryly. "You're going to be an uncle."
It took Kane a minute to absorb that one. "Undertaker?"
"Yes."
"You and he?"
"Had intercourse."
Kane sat there motionless.
"Cat got your tongue?"
"Is that why he kicked you out? Because you two..."
"Yes."
"He was a fool!"
"You are sweet Kane. But its not working. You're here for a reason. Now cut the nonsense and get to the point."
"Okay. Undertaker has been toying with me and..."
BACKSTAGE ON RAW, FOUR MONTHS LATER
"Sybelle, let me see him." Kane demanded eagerly, holding out his arms.
Gently, she placed the one month infant in his arms.
"His name?"
"Rameses."
Kane studied the baby intently. He had a head full of dark auburn hair, a smaller version of Sybelle's aristocratic nose, slate gray eyes, and a generous mouth. "I see my brother in him."
"As do I." Sybelle took back her son then wrapped him in a black afghan.
"He is not of my loins but he is of my flesh my son"
Sybelle merely nodded.
Edge, Christian and Gangrel walked in. The Brood was no longer associated with the Undertaker, they were now on their own once more.
"Here." Edge handed Kane two rings. "Celtic love knots."
Christian pulled Sybelle off to the side. "Are you sure about this?"
"Christian, I feel like he used me. He loved me then told me it was wrong. I refuse to stand idly by and watch him live his life happily while I am stranded with the reminder of his betrayal." She said quietly. "My revenge."
"How do you know he is happy?"
"I don't."
Kane cleared his throat. "Its time."
Sybelle smiled grimly.
He put a ring on her right hand middle finger then did the same for himself.
"I feel almost married." She joked dryly.
"In essence maybe." Edge told her seriously. "We'll wait back here for you."
Kane carefully put a red velvet cloak over Sybelle's shoulder, fixing the hood so it shaded her face. The cloak was nicely set off by her black gown.
"Ready?"
"Yes."
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Tinga looked up from the vanity when Edge walked in. "Hey baby, she still going to do it?"
"Unfortunately."
"Belle knows what shes doing. Sort of."
Edge shook his head. "I don't think she does."
"Wait a second!" Tinga pointed to the screen. "They're taking Rameses out with them?"
"Yeah." Edge turned to watch the monitor.
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Kane reached over the ropes as an official handed him a mic. He glanced at Sybelle, who stood in the center of the ring. "Undertaker, come out here now!"
They stood there until the GONG sounded. Undertaker stalked out angrily. He slid into the ring, trying to see who it was under the red cloak.
"You called me out Kane," Taker snarled, snatching up the mic. "Why?"
Kane gestured the woman forward. He flipped back her hood.
"Sybelle" Taker breathed, stepping forward towards her with an outstretched hand.
Sybelle's cool black eyes hardened even more. She moved closer to Kane as he wrapped an arm around her.
Kane was smirking under his mask at the emotions
that conflicted over Takers face. "Now meet someone else"
Sybelle pulled back the afghan to reveal a tiny baby.
Taker's eyes darted from the baby, Kane, then Sybelle. "Is it Kane's?"
Kane snickered, taking Rameses. "He shares my blood line."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Kane just laughed as the arena went black.
When the lights came back on, Taker was in the ring alone.
Needless to say, the Undertaker didnt sleep to well that night. All he could do was replay the scene over and over again in his mind. Kane's words bounced around in his head. What did he mean?
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"Do you like it?" Kane asked.
Sybelle nodded. "Very nice."
Kane had bought her a black wicker bassinet. Sybelle laid Rameses down in it, covering his body up. After he was asleep, the two retreated to the adjoining room.
"Kane, you promised two beds."
"Scared?"
She eyed him calmly. "Of you? Hardly Kane. And if you think I'm going to sleep with you, guess again."
Kane grabbed her by the arms and roughly pulled her against him. "Why not Sybelle? You still in love with Taker?" he didnt give her an opportunity to speak. "Do you honestly believe hes sleeping alone tonight? Undertaker does NOT want you. Hes already made that clear. "I do though Sybelle." Kane kissed her passionately. "I want you."
Her eyes shut tight to hide the tears, Sybelle kissed him back trying to ignore the dull ache his words had left.
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"Edge, what the hell?" Tinga exclaimed. "Just chill out!"
Edge was pacing the room, wringing his hands in front of him. "I cant help it Ting. I dont trust Kane."
"Why not?" She rose to her knees, pulling at her orange hair in frustration.
"Because Kane HATES Taker. He knows Taker is still in love with Sybelle. I'm worried that hell do something to her to get at Taker."
Tinga got off the bed. "Edge, thats something Taker would do, not Kane."
"You dont know Kane all that well. Hes insane. You think Taker is bad? Kane is worse by far."
She didnt say a word.
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"Of my blood line" Taker muttered, walking out to his rental car.
"Figure it out yet?"
He looked up to find Kane sitting on the car hood. "What do you want?"
Kane chuckled. "This is so much fun for me Undertaker! All these years it was you pulling my strings. Now its my turn to be the puppet master!"
"Get to the point Kane." Taker growled.
"Rameses is handsome child, isnt he?"
"I suppose so" Takers eyes widened as it dawned on him. "You son of a bitch!"
"Bout time big brother," Kane stood up. "Your loss is my gain. Sybelle is mine as well as your son. All you get out of the deal is the agony of watching me, your enemy, have what you couldnt."
"No" Taker had to lean against a pole to stay on his feet.
"Oh yes," Kane hissed, backing away. "And on a more intimate note, its my bed that Sybelle occupies now and I do intend to enjoy her to the fullest."
"No!" Taker lunged forward only to find Kane had disappeared, leaving only his mocking laughter behind.
