I do not own anyone but Alara.

Chapter 4

The fire burned and she watched, showing no concern for Christian. She had loved him, but how could he jeopardize himself? Not care about what had happened to him? She turned away as the embers died down.

She went into the closet and pulled out a satin purple gown and shed her nightgown. If she was his Lady, she must dress accordingly and not sulk about her home and all who perished. No amount of sobbing and praying would bring them back.

The Undertaker walked back inside after burning the traitor and went upstairs to see his woman dressing in a purple gown, much to his liking. He thought she should look the part when they went back on the road. He came up behind her and kissed her hungrily, but she didn't protest, nor did she ask for him to consummate the marriage. She gave into his passion and he lowered her on to the bed.

"My lord, we are ready to go." Bradshaw said from the other side of the door. "Is my lady's things ready?"

"Not yet." He growled. He got up and got a suitcase. "Take a few gowns, we'll come back every week. I promise. Also, jewelry, makeup, and whatever else. I'll wait for you."

"Will we have our own car? Like when you first brought me here?" She asked, hoping so.

"No, unfortunately." The Undertaker watched as she began packing for the trip. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing." He dismissed his thoughts. She wasn't manipulating him or was she? He couldn't tell. She could hide her emotions well, just like he could. It was uncanny.

She finished and handed the duffel bag to Undertaker who gave it to Bradshaw. He took her arm and all of the Ministry piled into the car and headed for the arena.

*~*~*~

They all got out and walked to the dressing room, Alara walking regally next to the Undertaker. She glanced at her new surroundings. To her, the familiar concrete backstage of an arena was so foreign, but she tried not to let it show. As they walked, Hunter, Shawn, Chyna, Sable, and Kane saw her and the first three were whispering among themselves as to who she could be and how the Ministry got hold of her.

The Undertaker shut the door behind them and looked at his Ministry. "You all will protect her and if any harm should come to her, you will wish you would have joined the traitor." He sneered. He never really wanted to protect anyone quite so fiercely before. It seemed he did love her, but how much?

"I'll be back." She said quietly and slipped out. She walked down the hallway and ran into Hunter and Shawn. She tried to go around them and they wouldn't let her. "Please move."

"Look, Shawn. This one has more manners than the McMahon daughter."

"Please move." She said again. "I will not be responsible for my husband's actions if you choose not to."

"Who are you married to?" Shawn asked, already knowing the answer.

"Undertaker." She said, pushing her way past them.

"Hey, beautiful. I can show you a better time then he can." Hunter called after her.

"I think not, Hunter." The Undertaker sneered, throwing him into a concrete wall. "Anything to say, Shawn?"

Shawn shook his head and let the bigger man pass. He tended to Hunter as Undertaker caught up to his wife.

"Love, you mustn't do that. Have one of the men escort you next time." He said as he rounded the corner with her.

Seeing Vince with Shane and Stephanie, he smiled and took Alara's arm. He looked at the three of them and they gave him a questioning look.

"Where did you steal this one?" Shane seethed, still trying to figure out how Stephanie got into his clutches in the first place.

"Relax, Shane. I married my wife the legitimate way." The Undertaker growled. "Ask her yourself, if you don't believe me."

"Did he?"

"Of course. He married me in a private ceremony and I tended to him like a good wife should." Alara touched the Undertaker's arm. "I'm Alara."

Shane extended his hand. "Shane."

"See, Stephanie wouldn't have been so gracious, the spoiled brat." The Undertaker muttered. "We have to go. Alara was just going to grab some food and we were going to go back to our dressing room."

"I like your dress." Stephanie said timidly, refusing to look Undertaker in the face.

"Thank you, Stephanie." The girl jumped when she heard her name. "My husband told me about you. Don't worry, I'm not the jealous type."

They continued to walk down the hall and rounded a corner near the basement stairs when the Undertaker was jumped from behind.

Kane loomed out of the shadows and covered her mouth, taking her down the stairs. She was tied to a chair and he looked at her.

"I've been waiting for you to show yourself." Kane rasped.

"What do you want with me?" She asked.

"I want you. Give yourself to me and make yourself mine. My brother doesn't love you. He's a monster."

"What makes you any different?" She sneered. "You destroyed my home and killed my people, who were innocent. You are as bad as he is."

"I am more of a man than he will be to you. I would never slap you."

That made her jump a little. "How did you know about that?"

"I have a habit of watching princesses who are worth my interest. You are one to fall in that category." Kane cupped her face. "You are a ravishing beauty, Alara. I would never hit you."

"I belong to no man."

"And if my brother were to hear that?" Kane mused.

"I don't care. I would rather be his slave than yours. You tried to rape me or did you forget that?"

"I was…testing the waters."

"Liar." She seethed, trying to break her bonds. "Let me go."

"No, I don't think I will. I will claim you tonight." Kane said, leaning down to kiss her.

"Not if I have anything to say about it, brother."