disclaimer: i don't own anything other than the OCs & the story's idea.
As she went back to her room she was really mad at herself for spilling her guts to Phil, opening up to someone wasn't a good idea so she decided on shutting him out again. After taking a quick shower & getting dressed she went down to grab a bite before it was time catch a plane to Texas where Smackdown should be held.
She walked into the restaurant & saw Phil, Stu & PJ sat on a table. She completely ignored them & went to sit in a dark corner where no one would dare bother her. However, as always, she never got a moment of peace as she was about to start eating Stu came & sat opposite her. She huffed angrily & said "how is it you always manage to interrupt me while I'm eating?" he gave her an amused smirk as he said "my perfect timing I guess" she looked at him coldly not a bit amused & asked "did you want something? My temper is running wild today so you better make it good" a shiver ran up & down his spine but he didn't back down he needed to say what he had to say "so this is how it's going to be? You'll pretend that nothing happened last night? Maybe you'll even say that I was dreaming?!" she gave him a death glare, she was trying her hardest not to lose control & go evil on his arse, she took a deep breath & said coldly "I may be a lot of things Bennett, but a liar ain't one of them" "yeah? So what now?" she shrugged & said simply "nothing" "you mean it meant nothing?" "Exactly, & you would do well to not mention it again" whatever he said next was drowned when a tingle ran through the tips of her fingers & her whole body tensed just as HE stepped through the restaurant door. There was only one being who could get such a reaction from her, a being who had been missing for nearly a hundred years, a being who shook her very core back in Hell. She stood up quickly knocking her chair down as she made eye contact with none other than the Undertaker. They were both frozen to the spot just staring at each other as the entire room seemed to go silent when a cold feeling settled in the room. They slowly approached each other not breaking the eye contact, when they were inches apart she smirked & said menacingly "revenge will be mine" he glared at her not blinking "yeah? What revenge?" "Now is neither the time nor place, unlike you Mark I don't like making a spectacle" "oh really Jasmine? Now you don't like a spectacle? I remember a time when you were all about the show" her face darkened as her eyes flared "so you really wanna go there? Go back to your worst nightmare?" he looked at her seriously & said in a deadly voice "you don't have a hold on me anymore, I don't fear you" she laughed sarcastically & said "oh yeah?" she placed her hand over his heart that was beating so fast it was surprising it didn't burst right through his chest & said seductively "your heart begs to differ Mark. I can smell your fear. & you wanna know what else I smell?" he swallowed the lump forming in his throat trying hard to hide his feelings as she grabbed his hardened manhood & whispered in his ear in a voice that sent shivers up & down his spine "your lust" she smirked & said seductively making it harden even more "you see Mark after all those years you still try to convince yourself that you don't fear me or want me & sometimes you pretend that it was all just a bad dream & that I don't exist. But every particle of your being fears me, aches for me, misses me, & most of all haven't stopped lusting over me. You can run Taker but you can't hide, I'll find you no matter where you go. Hell hath no fury over a woman scorned; imagine if that woman was Hell itself what kind of fury will be unleashed upon you? You will regret betraying me. Revenge will be mine" & she pulled away heading back to her room leaving him frozen to the spot struggling with feelings he thought he buried deep. Feelings that he thought were gone for nearly a hundred years. Maybe she smelled his fear but there was something he needed to do, so he followed her to her room.
After seeing the confrontation Stu & Phil shared a look from across the room, their instincts told them that Mark was going after Jasmine. So, agreeing silently they both ran through the doors trying to catch up with them. But neither of them knew what lied ahead.