Chapter 4

They arrived at the next destination as Chalice slid out of the passenger side, awake now, adrenaline pumping. She had to stay away from her brother's enemy. Knowing Steve would snap if he ever found out what happened between them the previous night in her hotel room. She walked over and took his hand, smiling at him with her backpack slung over her shoulder, and walked inside. It'd been a four hour drive and she was exhausted, but her adrenaline was on high. "Are you wrestling tonight?" She asked, almost afraid to hear the answer as they walked down the hallway.

Steve shook his head in response and replied, "Just puttin' in an appearance and cuttin' a live promo. Why?"

"Good, you shouldn't wrestle with your head like that." She stated, patting his hand with her free one, and looked around the arena. She didn't need to tell him why as they walked further down, deciding to get a bottled water, and then walked inside his dressing room. Walking over, Chalice curled up on the couch, yawning, and dragged out her notebook. She had to stay up no matter what.

"One of these days, yer gonna have to share what's in there." He teased, referring to her notebook, and changed his shirt. "I've gotta go talk to the writers. Ya wanna come or stay here?" He asked gently, giving her the option, knowing what happened the previous night scared the Hell out of her.

"I'll stay here." She replied with a playful glare, holding her notebook tightly to her chest, and slipped it back inside her backpack. "I have a bomb in my bag. Don't even THINK about going through it or you'll blow your hand off." She giggled in a warning, smirking innocently at him, and watched as he walked out. She immediately sunk further back on the couch, placing her bag out of sight, and decided a fifteen minute nap wouldn't hurt her.

Undertaker waited until he seen Austin pass by before heading to his dressing room. He knew the writers would keep the bald bastard occupied for awhile. Pushing the door open, 'Taker stepped into the dressing room. A slow, demonic smirk formed on his lips when he seen Chalice lying on the couch. She looked like an angel when she slept was his first thought. He moved to stand over her, crouching down, and admired her for a moment before kissing her, his hands hovering over her arms to catch her when she bolted up.

Chalice screamed against his lips as soon as they descended on hers, trying to jolt off the couch. She whimpered when she felt his hands hold her down. Trying to rip her lips from his, Chalice squirmed, shaking her head back and forth. She finally brought her foot up enough to press against his chest and shoved as hard as she could. She was very flexible due to years of gymnastics and caused him to stumble back a few feet, catching her breath as the kiss broke. Her chest was rising and falling while her body shook violently, not tearing her eyes away from him.

He recovered quickly, staring down at her, and demanded gruffly, "What was that for?"

"Get out now!" She shouted, pointing at the door, and tried to calm down her body since it was trembling from head to toe. "You're not supposed to be in here!" Her lips were swollen from his kiss as she curled up on the couch, trying to get away from him. Her eyes were wide and her heart was thudding against her chest rapidly, like a beating drum.

"So?" 'Taker shrugged, a knowing smile curving his sensual lips. "I don't see the problem, Chalice. I want you, you want me. If you're worried about what big brother will say, he won't be back for awhile." He folded his arms over his chest, smirking down at her with a knowing gleam in his wicked green eyes.

"I don't want you. Stay away from me." Her voice was shaking and filled with fear now, not believing what she just heard, and raked a hand through her hair. His lips were still tingling, lingering on hers, and it was unnerving her to say the least. She cleared her throat loudly, trying to swallow past the lump that had formed within it, and finally tore her eyes away from as she wrapped her arms around herself.

"Really?" His eyebrows raised, the smirk never leaving his face. In an instant, he was over to her, pulling her up into his arms, and kissing her passionately. When she was breathless, he let her go, watching as she stumbled back and dropped down on the couch. "That's what I thought." He chuckled darkly, turning and walking out, closing the door behind him, his deep laughter echoing behind him.

'Damn it!' Her mind screamed as she stood up and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She was shaking from head to toe as she stumbled over to the sink, gripping it with her hands, and stared in the mirror. The tears shined back at her that filled her eyes and immediately ran the cold water. She splashed it on her face, not one to wear make up often, and ran it through her hair as she closed her eyes. What was it about him that completely lit her body on fire? Her lips were STILL tingling after that heated kiss he gave her. She wanted him, but it would never happen. 'God give me strength to get through these next three months.' She silently prayed, never stopping dousing her face with the cold water.

Steve passed 'Taker in the hallway, neither acknowledging each other, which was common. However he did notice the smug expression on the man's face. He wondered what the Hell had made the Deadman so damned cheerful and shook his head. Steve decided he was better off not knowing, not wanting to know what went through that demented mind of Undertaker. He walked back inside his dressing room and closed the door behind him loudly, seeing Chalice wasn't on the couch and knew she was in the bathroom.

Chalice was still in there, trying to cool herself down, and immediately snapped her head up when she heard the dressing room door slam shut loudly. She turned the faucet off, her body still lit on fire, and sighed as she walked out of it after composing herself. She smiled at her brother, running a hand through her hair, and pulled it up in a ponytail. Making it seem like she'd been fixing her hair since she'd dried her face off instead of cooling her body off from the fire 'Taker had lit within her. "Hey bro, how'd it go?" She greeted and asked casually, walking over to the couch.

He shrugged, studying his forehead in a mirror before glancing back at her. Alright, writers are like sisters…gotta coddle them" He teased, turning to stare at her.

"You don't coddle me, I coddle you, Mr. I Won't Get Hurt in the Ring." She rolled her eyes with a laugh and smirked when he glared at her. "Hey, you started it, I'm just finishing it." She giggled as she finished pulling up her hair in a ponytail, feeling a little better now that it wasn't hovering on her neck.

"Now is it MY fault that jackass decided to use something to bounce my head off of?" Steve demanded, his face and tone serious, though she knew better by the gleam in his eyes. "I just gotta do the promo and we can leave if ya want, maybe go somewhere for dinner and a drink? Unless yer goin' out to meet yer boyfriend, darlin'."

"What boyfriend?" She immediately demanded, a shaky smile on her lips, and knew he was messing with her. Chalice shook her head mentally and smiled as she nodded back at him. "Sure, that sounds great. Whatever you want, bro." She winked back at him, masking the nervousness in her eyes that had formed, and watched him walk out again, finally letting the breath she'd been holding in out. There was NO way in HELL, no chance in HELL of her resisting that man again if he kissed her. He was too seductive and handsome for his own damned good as she shivered. "God save me." She grumbled under her breath and went back to her writing.

Undertaker listened as Austin cut his promo, knowing it was live and decided now would be the perfect time. He appeared out of nowhere and attacked, ramming Steve headfirst into the camera before him, knocking the cameraman down. He smirked when he seen Austin's head bleeding again and didn't stop his assault. Finally, he bent down and whispered something before walking away, cracking his knuckles loudly, having other business to attend to. Oh and what delightful business it was indeed!

Chalice could already feel the tears sliding down her cheeks as she raked a hand through her hair, not believing what she just saw. She instantly bolted out of the dressing room and down the hallway. Why did he do that?! She thought it was just a promo and nothing more! Fear gripped her insides as she kept running, worry etched in her features, and prayed her brother was alright. 'Goddamn it!' She thought angrily.

She didn't make it to where Steve was. Instead, she found herself caught in Undertaker's arms. "You're coming with me." He ordered gravely, signaling to his Ministry to come closer. The minions surrounded them in an instant, blocking any chance of her to escape. "Now we can do this one of two ways…"

Her eyes widened with fear as she started up at this monster, tears sliding down her cheeks, and started to struggle. "No! I'm not going with you!" She started struggling harder and screamed out, "STEVE!"

Sighing dramatically, 'Taker shook his head in disappointment and stated, "Have it your way then, Chalice." He watched as her eyes widened when his minion pressed a soaked rag full of ether against her mouth and nose. The last thing she seen was his green eyes staring down into hers, piercing her soul. "Let's go." He ordered gravely, leading the Ministry of Darkness out of the arena, Chalice slung over one of his minion's shoulder.

Sometime later that night, early that morning, Chalice's eyes slowly fluttered open, groaning instantly at the foul taste that formed in her mouth. She slowly rolled over on her side, coughing as she tried to be rid of it, and slowly sat up on the bed. Her eyes scanned the room and suddenly felt the fear grip her when everything that had happened came crashing down on her. "Steve!" She whispered frantically and immediately stood up from the bed, groaning when her head spun, and leaned back against the wall. Trying to get her head from doing a spiral that was happening at the moment. She knew she was with the Ministry of Darkness. More importantly, she knew she was with the Undertaker.

"You should lie back down. Ether will make you sick if you try to do too much too soon." His voice rang through the speakers that were attached to the corners of the wall in the room. His voice sounded conversational, echoing around her, causing her head to pound even more.

Her entire body started trembling from head to toe as she leaned her head back against the wall, trying to get rid of the sick feeling in her stomach. Scared to death wasn't helping her either as she finally bent over the side of the bed, grabbed a wastebasket, and spewed out everything she'd eaten that day. Tears streamed down her face as she clutched her stomach tightly, hating throwing up, but knew she had no choice. When she was finished, Chalice finally dropped it on the floor and leaned back on the bed, feeling sicker to her stomach than before. "Steve…" She whispered out, wishing she was with her brother at the moment, and felt a fresh batch of tears prick her eyes.

'Taker fell silent, shutting off the camera, and turned away from the screen. He sighed heavily before buzzing in one of his minions. "Chalice needs to be bathed and her room will need aired out. She…" He trailed off, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Send in the maid." He smirked, knowing this woman was deaf and dumb and fiercely loyal to him. That and she didn't like other women due to a slight indiscretion on her now deceased husband's part.

Chalice coughed out more as she groaned, trying to stand up, and immediately shot up on the bed when she seen a woman enter the room. She regretted doing that as her head spun even more and groaned out, holding her head in her hands. "Where am I?" She'd managed to whisper out, running a hand through her hair, and looked at the elderly woman with tears in her eyes. "Who are you?" She coughed out more, disgusted by the vile taste in her mouth.

Morgan shook her head, making gesture to her ears and mouth before firmly pulling Chalice off the bed and towards the bathroom. She drew a bath and had the younger woman stripped down. She pointed towards the water and left the woman to fend for herself. Then, she proceeded to clean the room and aired it out. The smell of puke didn't phase her in the least, used to it, and didn't make a sound.

Not able to resist the bath that was calling out to her, Chalice slipped into it and sunk down into the hot water. She immediately drew her knees up to press against her chest, wrapping her arms around her knees, and buried her face in her knees. She couldn't believe what was happening. Nobody was giving her answers and she was scared to death. The tears spilled down her cheeks like two raging streams, almost as fast as the water was running from the faucet, and finally turned it off. That was the only thing she did, wanting to be back with her brother. "Steve, help me please…" She whispered out fearfully, more tears sliding down her face. "Please help me…"

Morgan only returned to the bathroom to collect Chalice's clothes and laid out a plain black silk night gown that would only reach the woman's mid thighs. She shook her head, clucking her tongue before leaving, taking the clothes with her and locking the door behind her. Chalice finally stepped out when the water turned cold and ran a hand through her damp hair. She was still incredibly shaky and walked over to the towel, grabbing it from the sink. She wrapped it around her body tightly, wishing it would sear into her skin, knowing a camera was probably watching her at the moment.

She looked to the night gown, feeling her insides quaking once more, and tears instantly swelled in her eyes. 'Is this all I'm supposed to wear?!' She thought in disbelief and reluctantly pulled it on, trying to pull it down as she shook her head. This was not her style, not what she wore, and already felt violated. She finally looked in the mirror, the light and life that was once in her eyes gone, and wished her brother knew where she was.