Chapter 7

Juliana felt a hand shaking her awake, causing her to groan as she rolled over away from the hand. She was tired damn it! She sighed, slowly turning over; opening her eyes and looked up into the intense green orbs of Undertaker. She gasped when his lips suddenly descended on hers, causing her fingers to instantly run through his hair, pressing her body against his.

It felt so good being in his arms again, feeling his kisses; she felt safe with him and only him. Juliana moaned and arched her neck up further when his lips sealed to it, finding the spot that made her melt. Juliana lifted her hips off the bed, cotton shorts discarded moments later. She reached down to the black jeans he wore and unsnapped them with a flick of her wrist, sliding the zipper down.

Just that sound caused her entire body to come alive as she ran her hand up his chest, pushing his jeans down with her feet. Juliana needed this; she needed him more than anything. Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room as she felt his lips and tongue tease her neck. His strong hand delved under her tank top she wore and Juliana arched into his touch with a soft moan. Her hand rubbed the back of his neck before gripping his dark silky tresses, the hunger clear in her eyes.

His hand traveled down her pleasantly toned stomach before lifting her up, removing her top so it stopped getting in his way. Undertaker tossed it over his shoulder and unsnapped her bra, pulling it off and immediately found her lips again, growling softly. His hand went back to caressing her gently, tenderly, trying not to go too fast.

He slowly inched it down further until arriving at the elastic waistband of her panties. Fingering them teasingly, his green eyes glowed in the darkness while the moon pooled through the window. She writhed beneath him, begging him to end her torture, and a dark chuckle resonated around the room denying her. A yelp escaped her lips when his hand slid beneath her panties, his large finger probing at her hot sex, her heart beating frantically against her chest.

It felt like it would fly out any second as she gripped the bed sheets with her hands, her mouth partially open. Juliana felt his hand leave her for a moment before her panties were removed next and looked up at him. Her entire body shivered as Undertaker licked his finger clean of her essence, slowly crawling over her naked body, after discarding his own clothes. Juliana hissed when she felt Undertaker brush against her, feeling how hard he was, how much he desired her. It was almost too much for her to handle as Undertaker wrapped her legs around his muscular waist and Juliana locked her ankles so neither could escape.

Just before Undertaker slid inside of her, Juliana's eyes flew open when she heard him whisper he loved her…

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Juliana bolted upright in bed with sweat coating her body in a thin sheen, trembling from head to toe. She looked around anxiously and pressed a hand to her heart when she didn't see Undertaker anywhere in sight, breathing heavily. Knowing she wouldn't get back to sleep, Juliana shakily walked to the door and opened it, walking down the stairs, needing a glass of water.

Undertaker was leaning in the front door, naked as a jaybird. John was in a guest room, so he wasn't worried about offending the kid, or getting him off, whichever Cena preferred. He had come out to survey the landscape, habit making him search for signs of intruders. He was naked because well...that's the way he slept. That and he wasn't used to people being around anymore when he was at one of his homes.

"Oh god..." Juliana groaned as soon as she spotted him in all his naked glory and immediately turned around, wondering what she did in her lifetime to deserve this.

First the dream, now she was seeing Undertaker naked and was AWAKE this time! Juliana's blood began to singe as she rushed back upstairs and went into the bathroom, slamming the door shut, locking it. Turning the faucet on, Juliana splashed water on her face, trying to cool down. She was going to die before this was over with and it wouldn't be because of murder either.

Undertaker looked over his shoulder, green eyes twinkling with amusement. He'd heard that 'oh god' and knew instantly who it was. The sun hadn't rose yet, but the sky had slowly turned a light blue with splashes of pink and orange, preparing for the day's arrival. Feigning innocence, Undertaker headed upstairs, stretching his arms over his head when she poked her head out of the bedroom again.

"Morning." He grunted, winking in her direction and disappeared into his own bedroom. "Much better..."

Juliana ended up shedding her clothes and taking an hour long cold shower, needing something to cool her fire ridden body down. Not to mention she was going to end up doing something drastic, like attacking her ex-boyfriend, if he wasn't careful. She finally stepped out, wrapping a towel around her body, and walked out of the bathroom to her own room. She pulled out a matching set of panties and bra, along with jean shorts and a baby t-shirt that was white and orange, before closing her door to dress.

"We need to talk." Undertaker wasn't giving her the alone time she apparently needed because she jumped at the sight of him. He sat comfortably on her bed in just a pair of shorts, bare from the waist up. "I got the tags back and their false. Car identical to it went missing round the same time these tags were supposedly bought. Now, care to chance a guess where at?"

"I'm going to regret asking this, but where?"

Juliana turned her back to him and tugged the towel closer to her body as if it was a second skin. She immediately stuffed her clothes back in her bag, wishing he would give her just a few minutes alone so she didn't feel as though she was being dipped in fire constantly. Then again, her mind was on something completely different thought process, so she wasn't surprised she spaced out.

"Texas." He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Texas of all damn places. Now...John said the tags were expired. Expired is an understatement. This thing expired four years ago...to the date. Whoever this is tried scrawling a new date over the old one; it would do if it wasn't looked at too closely, but John looked, which was smart of him. This tag came off...well; it's off your old car, before we got the plates." He held it out to her.

Juliana was shaking now as she took the tag, blinking, and actually dropped it like thing scorched her. "The car Kenneth nearly killed me in." It wasn't a question and Juliana could feel her mind beginning to whirl. Pacing back and forth, still gripping the towel, Juliana swallowed down her sobs. Who the hell would steal this tag off of a car she'd nearly died in? "This is-" She stopped, shaking her head, feeling tears sting her eyes.

"Sicker than shit." He finished for her, rubbing his goatee thoughtfully. "Whoever's chasing you, Juliana, knows all about what happened with Anderson, your dad, John, me, your mom, all of it. So...we know this person is in the loop, probably someone who knows at least Anderson. Not sure about your mother because we don't have any background information on her. The best we can do is head to Anderson's old place and break in."

"No, we're not doing that." Juliana disputed immediately, not wanting to go anywhere near that place. She held up her hand when Undertaker went to say something, shaking her head emphatically. "I've already been on the news. We need to stay here and wait for that son of a bitch to reveal themself. Then we can nail him and be done with this." For once, Juliana was thinking rationally unlike Undertaker, which was scary.

He shook his head, clearly disagreeing with her. "Juliana, you're not getting it." He said softly. "This isn't a rash person. Whoever it is has had to think about what he or she is going to do, a very long time it seems. They know what happened the last time; I can already tell you, they won't come here. First of all, this place isn't associated with me by any names or means. Second, even if they did somehow know, they'll torture you by making you wait. This is a game."

"You think I don't know that, Taker?" She finally snapped, glaring back at him, and let out a growl as she kicked the plate across the floor. "I know they're screwing with me, but I'm not going back to that mansion! That's where-"

She stopped again, flashbacks entering her mind. Juliana had found out her mother was Kenneth's accomplice and the mastermind behind wanting her dead. Undertaker nearly scared her to death by making her believe he was on Kenneth's side, only to turn at the last moment and killed him. Kenneth's blood splashing on her wedding dress as he took his last gasp of air...the horrid memories did not end.

"No, there has to be another way."

"That's where I almost killed you, yeah, I know." Undertaker said bitterly, gritting his teeth. "Fine, Juliana, play their game. It's not my life at stake. It's yours." He walked out, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Whoa, where are you going?" John demanded, blinking.

"For a ride."

Rushing out after him, Juliana stopped Undertaker before he could get to the stairs. "That has nothing to do with it! Yes, I was thinking about it, but that's not ALL that happened in that mansion! There are bad memories there, my mother was dead and I found out she faked her own death and wanted me dead by using Kenneth! Don't you get it, Taker?" She backed away from him, the tears stinging her blue eyes. "For once, this has nothing to do with you! This has nothing to do with us!"

Flying back in her room, Juliana slammed her door shut, sliding down it, and let the tears flow now that Undertaker couldn't see her. Growling angrily, Undertaker all but pushed John out of the way and ignoring the kid's pleas to just stay calm, stalking to her bedroom door. Undertaker went to open the door, grunting when he felt her against it.

"Move, Juliana." He snarled viciously. "You got bad memories there? Well guess what, honey, so what? You got someone who wants you dead right now, so get with the damn program. Either fight to save your life or go shoot yourself. Either way, FUCKING OPEN-Yes, John?"

"Screaming at her isn't going to make her open that door."

"I'm going to go shoot my damn self."

"Jules?" John called, once he heard the front door downstairs slam shut. "Honey, he's gone."

Juliana scrambled from the door and opened it, wrapping her arms around John's neck as her tears rain down on him, the sobs rocking her body to its foundation. "I-I can't go back there, John..." She stuttered out, squeezing her eyes tightly shut, clinging to her best friend. "I-I just know we won't find what we're looking for there...This isn't connected to Anderson. I don't know how I know, but my heart is telling me, so..." She continued to sob against him.

"Then you better ask your heart just what we're going to do because, you know as well as I do, hiding here isn't going to work." John said gently, stroking her back soothingly, rocking her back and forth. "He's worried, Juliana, he hates this. He hates waiting. You know how he is..." He trailed off, not believing he was defending Undertaker's actions to her. What the hell?

"No, he just wants to get away from me and that's fine. He wants to go to the Anderson mansion? Fine, we'll go. I want this over with so I never have to see him again. I want to go back to my house in the middle of nowhere alone and die in my bed sleeping." She stated in a cold voice, hiding her true emotions, and began dressing hastily.

She didn't care if John saw her naked, not like he hadn't before. Only this time she chose a pair of black jeans with a black shirt that had a V shaped neckline. John shook his head, following her and turned Juliana around, staring down into her eyes.

"Bullshit." John didn't buy that for a second, needing to speak his mind. "You don't want to do any of that and we both know you'll never forget him. Whatever happened between you two, fix it. You can't pretend nothing's wrong, or that you don't care, Jules. I know you too well. You know as well as I do that he cares about you and is trying to hide it."

"Why are you defending him so damn much?" Juliana snapped, pulling out of his grasp, not believing this. It was almost as if she stepped into a twilight zone! John and Undertaker were getting along and that wasn't normal! That was...that was surreal, it wasn't right! "I've changed, John, and so has he. Yes I still love him, okay? There, is that what you wanted to hear? I love him, but I hurt him in the most malicious way. I said things that ripped him apart..." She cleared her throat harshly. "It doesn't matter. If he thinks the Anderson mansion is holding something, then we're going with his instinct." She then walked away, but not before turning around to face him again. "Besides, if he really wanted me around, he wouldn't be fighting so hard to get rid of me, don't you think?" Juliana left him with that thought, heading downstairs.

John shook his head, staring around the empty room. He gathered Juliana didn't know Undertaker was calling in every favor he could, backtracking everything, searching, all of it, just to keep her alive. "More like keeping you safe." He muttered knowing better than to continue this because, chances were, she'd probably bite his head off next just like Ozzy Osbourne did with bats.