Chapter 10
Jessie ducked out of the Ministry's victory celebration early that evening, claiming to be tired and have a headache. No one questioned her of course, she was their new leader and that night she had gained all of their respect and loyalty. Now more relaxed wearing only a long silk black nightgown with matching robe, she sat at her desk in the attached office of her bedroom in the suite the Ministry had rented at the hotel, deep in thought. Jessie knew that there were going to be repercussions for her actions. Her father was a very intelligent and powerful man and making him angry she had learned from what she could remember of her childhood was not a wise idea. She wondered what was going through his mind at this moment, and her painted lips curled in a small smirk. It would be all too easy just to invade his mind and read his thoughts, but Jessie was smarter then that. Her father would most likely be expecting her to try something like that and would have some sort of defense ready. Leaning forward, her finger gently brushed against one of her father's old spell books that sat on the desk in front of her. Curious of how far the Undertaker had gotten into the dark arts she started too opened the cover of the book, but quickly shut it when someone knocked at the door to her office.
"Enter." She called a bit annoyed to the person behind the door, looking down she made sure her robe was closed tightly around her body as she stood. Her expression softened as she saw her uncle step into the room dressed in regular clothes. She sat back down and motioned for him to come in.
"Hey, just thought I'd make sure you were ok. You looked really tired earlier." His voice was deep with real concern as he sat down in one of the chair across from her.
"What…? Oh that, no I'm fine, really. That was just an excuse to leave the little drunken celebration down there." She smirked as the images of her Ministry starting to sing karaoke in the hotel lounge came back to her mind.
"Yeah, they can be a bit weird at time, can't they?" Kane chuckled to himself then he became serious again. "Are you sure you're alright though? You know your father is going to come after you and try to get you back."
Jessie shrugged absently as she stood up and walked over to the window, her long robe training behind her. "I'm not scared of my father." She told him quietly with her back to him.
"This isn't a game Jessie." Her uncle advised, trying to choose his words carefully. "I know what Mark is capable of and I don't want to see you get hurt."
"Well maybe you should have thought of that before you involved me." Jessie shot back spitefully, and then gasped as she remembered who she was talking to.
She shook her head blinking a few times, everything suddenly becoming very unclear and foggy. Swaying a little she tried to make her way back to her chair but instead crumpled to the floor. Instantly Kane was at her side kneeling beside her. 'Damn.' He thought 'What if the spells worn off…?' He sent a mental message to Paul, telling him that Jessie had passed out and to come to her bedroom quickly. Lifting her gently he carried her into her room; drawing back the blankets he placed softly her in bed and covered her.
"What happened?" a very annoyed, but also worried Paul Bearer asked as he burst into the room. He quickly crossed the room and looked down at the key player in his plan for revenge.
"She snapped at me, and then just passed out. I don't like this. You're sure the spell you put of her isn't hurting her?" Kane glared at the short fat man.
"Of course I'm sure." Paul snarled at him as he placed a hand on Jessie's forehead, he concentrated for a moment then muttered: "Stupid girl." under his breath when he realized what was wrong. Paul caught an evil glare from Kane for him insulting his niece, not too mention their leader. He removed his hand and explained. "She's just exhausted; her soul is still adjusting to the dark magic I used. She'll probably sleep for the rest of the night and most of the tomorrow."
"Alright." Kane nodded starting towards the door, motioning for Paul to follow him. "I want her guarded every second. Tell the Acolyte to stay posted at her bedroom door until I tell them otherwise." They left Jessie's bedroom and shut the door firmly behind them.
"I don't want anyone interrupting her rest. I'm going I'll be in my room; I want to be informed if anything happens." Kane order as he walked towards his bedroom.
Paul glared as he watched Kane leave, he despised taking orders, but this was for a greater cause. Jessie was to important to him, he knew if anything happened to her, then his plans of revenge against the Undertaker, that he had worked so hard to a achieve would turn to dust.
Jessie ducked out of the Ministry's victory celebration early that evening, claiming to be tired and have a headache. No one questioned her of course, she was their new leader and that night she had gained all of their respect and loyalty. Now more relaxed wearing only a long silk black nightgown with matching robe, she sat at her desk in the attached office of her bedroom in the suite the Ministry had rented at the hotel, deep in thought. Jessie knew that there were going to be repercussions for her actions. Her father was a very intelligent and powerful man and making him angry she had learned from what she could remember of her childhood was not a wise idea. She wondered what was going through his mind at this moment, and her painted lips curled in a small smirk. It would be all too easy just to invade his mind and read his thoughts, but Jessie was smarter then that. Her father would most likely be expecting her to try something like that and would have some sort of defense ready. Leaning forward, her finger gently brushed against one of her father's old spell books that sat on the desk in front of her. Curious of how far the Undertaker had gotten into the dark arts she started too opened the cover of the book, but quickly shut it when someone knocked at the door to her office.
"Enter." She called a bit annoyed to the person behind the door, looking down she made sure her robe was closed tightly around her body as she stood. Her expression softened as she saw her uncle step into the room dressed in regular clothes. She sat back down and motioned for him to come in.
"Hey, just thought I'd make sure you were ok. You looked really tired earlier." His voice was deep with real concern as he sat down in one of the chair across from her.
"What…? Oh that, no I'm fine, really. That was just an excuse to leave the little drunken celebration down there." She smirked as the images of her Ministry starting to sing karaoke in the hotel lounge came back to her mind.
"Yeah, they can be a bit weird at time, can't they?" Kane chuckled to himself then he became serious again. "Are you sure you're alright though? You know your father is going to come after you and try to get you back."
Jessie shrugged absently as she stood up and walked over to the window, her long robe training behind her. "I'm not scared of my father." She told him quietly with her back to him.
"This isn't a game Jessie." Her uncle advised, trying to choose his words carefully. "I know what Mark is capable of and I don't want to see you get hurt."
"Well maybe you should have thought of that before you involved me." Jessie shot back spitefully, and then gasped as she remembered who she was talking to.
She shook her head blinking a few times, everything suddenly becoming very unclear and foggy. Swaying a little she tried to make her way back to her chair but instead crumpled to the floor. Instantly Kane was at her side kneeling beside her. 'Damn.' He thought 'What if the spells worn off…?' He sent a mental message to Paul, telling him that Jessie had passed out and to come to her bedroom quickly. Lifting her gently he carried her into her room; drawing back the blankets he placed softly her in bed and covered her.
"What happened?" a very annoyed, but also worried Paul Bearer asked as he burst into the room. He quickly crossed the room and looked down at the key player in his plan for revenge.
"She snapped at me, and then just passed out. I don't like this. You're sure the spell you put of her isn't hurting her?" Kane glared at the short fat man.
"Of course I'm sure." Paul snarled at him as he placed a hand on Jessie's forehead, he concentrated for a moment then muttered: "Stupid girl." under his breath when he realized what was wrong. Paul caught an evil glare from Kane for him insulting his niece, not too mention their leader. He removed his hand and explained. "She's just exhausted; her soul is still adjusting to the dark magic I used. She'll probably sleep for the rest of the night and most of the tomorrow."
"Alright." Kane nodded starting towards the door, motioning for Paul to follow him. "I want her guarded every second. Tell the Acolyte to stay posted at her bedroom door until I tell them otherwise." They left Jessie's bedroom and shut the door firmly behind them.
"I don't want anyone interrupting her rest. I'm going I'll be in my room; I want to be informed if anything happens." Kane order as he walked towards his bedroom.
Paul glared as he watched Kane leave, he despised taking orders, but this was for a greater cause. Jessie was to important to him, he knew if anything happened to her, then his plans of revenge against the Undertaker, that he had worked so hard to a achieve would turn to dust.