Chapter 11: What Happens Now?
However someone grabbed her arm from behind, and whipped her around to face them. Katy thought it was the Undertaker again, only to find out that it was Luther Reigns.
Without hesitation Reigns rammed her into the wall and started feeling her up and down. Katy tried screaming, not even knowing who would come to her aid. Reigns didn't even bother keeping her quiet, he simply continued taking sick pleasure in grabbing her and feeling every part he could of her body. "It's a shame about you and your dad, Katy," Reigns chuckled evilly. Because of being exhausted from trying to fight the Undertaker off, Katy couldn't even fight against Reigns. Though she didn't have to when a clash of thunder sounded, and lightening stroke, to reveal the Undertaker right behind Reigns. Undertaker grabbed Reigns by the shoulders, and threw him about twenty feet onto the hard concrete. He then looked back at the soaked, shaking girl before him.
"Why do you do this?" she cried. "Why do you help me? Are you just using me to get to my father? Because I don't care about him anymore! I'm tired of being thrown around by everyone, or used to get what they want. I'm just so tired of it all..." Katy cried as more tears flowed down her cheeks. Undertaker stepped closer to her, and lifted her chin with his finger. He bent down and gently wiped her tears away with his thumb. "Stop confusing me! I don't know what you want from me! Just tell me why you're doing this!" Katy begged. Undertaker cupped her bruised cheek gently, and claimed her lips with his in a soothing kiss. Katy felt the warmth of his lips on hers, steadily calming her tears, but making her heart race. She slowly closed her eyes and kissed him in return. Undertaker wrapped his massive arms around her waist, while she clutched her arms to his chest. Once he pulled away, he slipped off his trench coat, and wrapped it around her. Katy let him lift her into his arms and carry her away from the arena. She simply laid her head against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. The Undertaker stopped where he was, and rolled his eyes into his head. Just like he had before, he had transported them both back to his hotel room.
Katy looked wearily around, wondering what he planned to do with her. Undertaker walked her over to the bed and laid her down, covering her with the blankets and taking back his soaked trench coat. He started walking away, when Katy sat right up. "Wait!" she called out. Undertaker stopped and turned to face her. "Thank you. You've done so much for me ever since I got here, and all I've done is...well make your life miserable. I just wish I could understand what I did to deserve this, because I know I don't," she said quietly as she looked out to the window. She turned when she felt him beside her and gently taking her chin to have her face him. Another tear slipped down her cheek, as he wiped it away. Once again, he started walking away, and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. "Why do you sleep like that?" Katy asked him. Undertaker didn't answer her, and simply kept his position. "You could...you could sleep in the bed. It is yours after all," she said without looking at him. Undertaker didn't respond, and laid his chin against his chest as he tried to pretend to sleep. He heard the sheets moving, and felt something warm press against his chest. "Please stay with me," she pleaded in a whisper. Undertaker slowly let his arms fall to his sides, as Katy's arms wrapped around his waist. Undertaker looked down at the young woman in front of him, as she slowly looked up with pleading eyes. Undertaker simply lifted his hand, and removed his hat. Katy reached up and gently slid her fingers through his long, soft, brown hair. He took her hand in his and led her to the bed, as she slipped into the blankets, waiting for him to do the same. Undertaker nodded and slipped in beside her, knowing that he didn't really sleep anyways, but perhaps he could watch her sleep throughout the night. Katy scooted closer to him and laid on top his chest. "Thank you" she whispered and fell asleep more easily than she had ever before. Undertaker wrapped his arm around her slender form and held her to him.
The next morning, Katy woke up to see the Undertaker gone. She started to panic and wonder where he was. She slipped out from underneath the covers and looked around for him. He wasn't in the room at all, but his urn was sitting on the table, meaning he meant to return. Katy decided to grab a quick shower before he came back. The whole time she stood beneath the hot water, she couldn't stop thinking about last night. The way he kissed her was, unbelievable. She expected his lips to be rough and rugged, but instead were warm and inviting. Katy snapped out of her daydream when she heard the bedroom door close. She quickly turned off the water, wrapped a towel around herself and poked her head out the bathroom door. There he stood, his mere presence demanding the respect of all others. Watching him stand there, Katy realized she didn't just respect him. In fact, she loved him.
Undertaker noticed her presence and turned to face her. In his hands were new clothes for her to wear. Katy slowly walked up to him to look at the clothes he brought for her. Black pants, black tank-top with the Undertaker's symbol on the back, and black combat boots. Katy liked this outfit almost better than the last one. She walked into the bathroom and changed, liking how she looked in the mirror. She didn't look as pale, or as pathetic as before. She looked...happy. She stepped out of the bathroom to see him standing there waiting for her. "So what do you think?" she asked. Undertaker stepped closer to her, and looked her up and down. "I could always change back into my old clothes if you don't like it," Katy told him. Undertaker simply wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and brought her lips to his. Katy was a bit surprised to say the least by his reaction, but enjoyed it nonetheless. Something just went through her every time he held her, touched her, kissed her. Like a hidden strength within her flowed for a mere moment throughout her body. She slowly pulled away and looked into his eyes. She felt like this was too good to be true, and tried looking for something false in his eyes. Though they seemed cold, they also seemed calming to her. Katy laid her head against him and felt his heartbeat through his broad chest. She closed her eyes, letting everything be forgotten. The stress between her and her father with his cabinet, the pay-per-view the next day, and what she tried to do the night before. Katy looked back up at him, and felt him tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "So what happens now?" she asked him.
A/N: YAY! I FINALLY UPDATED IT! YES! For some reason I feel like I accomplished something, lol. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I may be able to update quicker and see where this story is going. And the Undertaker finally talked! Ahhh! lol. Show me some love:)