Part 9
Xandra and Taker were at their new house Taker had just bought just for his new family. She had just put Carter down for a nap when Taker called for her.
"Yes, love?" She answered.
"Can you come here for a minute?" He requested.
"I'll be right up."
Xandra covered Carter up and made her way to the bedroom. She walked in and discovered Taker standing by the window, shirtless and wearing black jeans. Xandra had to smile, knowing why he'd summoned her there.
"Hello, Taker."
He turned to see his bride at the door and smiled back at her.
"My Xandra..." He opened his arms to her. She strode across the room and went into them. Their lips connected instantly. She wrapped her arms around his waist as the kiss deepened.
They made their way to the bed in the center of the room. Taker broke the kiss and started to undo the buttons on Xandra's blouse. He opened it to reveal a nude colored bra.
Taker sighed. "I swear, you get more beautiful every day."
Xandra blushed at her husband's compliment. "I'm nothing special."
"Nonsense. You're my wife. That makes you very special. Let me show you how special you are to me."
He kissed her on the forehead and eased the blouse off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He ran his fingers lightly across her exposed skin just above her breasts. She responded by running her hands up his chest.
His hands made their way to her back and undid the clasp to her bra, then slid it off of her torso. She reached up and led his lips to hers again.
He laid her on the bed as their kiss continued, their hands roaming each others' upper body.
He undid the button on her white jeans, slid the zipper down, then slid them off of her legs. She was now left only wearing black panties.
He laid back beside her and began kissing her neck. She softly moaned his name and ran her hands through his hair, which he had been growing out recently.
He looked up at her and saw...
'Remember me, Deadman?'
Stephanie laid before him, torn clothes adorning her body, tears streaking her face.
'You!' He thought.
'You'll never be with my sister.' The vision of Stephanie stated coldly. 'You'll never have her.'
'Damn it, go away!'
'No! I'll never let you get away with doing to her what you did to me.'
'You don't control me! I love Xandra too much to hurt her.'
'You don't love her! If you really loved her, you wouldn't have raped me right after you proposed to her, would you, Taker?'
"Taker?"
He snapped out of his thoughts to find Xandra staring at him, concern gracing her face.
"Is everything all right?"
He sighed and shook his head. "Xandra...I'm sorry. I can't do this." He sat up and placed his head in his hands.
She sat next to him and placed her arms around him. "Taker...talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."
But he couldn't. What was he going to say? 'I'm sorry, but I can't make love to you because I raped your sister.' Of course not!
He looked at her, not knowing how his next words would come out.
"Xandra...I love you. I love you so much. But I..." He took a deep breath. "I just need some time." He stood up and walked out of the room.
"Taker?" She called after him, but he didn't stop. "What is going on with him?" She wondered out loud. "It's like he doesn't want to be with me at all. Why?" A tear escaped her eye as she began to worry. "Was it me? What did I do so wrong that he doesn't want to make love to me anymore? If only he'd talk to me and tell me what's going on."
