Disclaimer: I have no claim with the WWE or to do with the character, The Undertaker. I wrote this story for the pure enjoyment of the character, and as a fan fiction. No profit will be made from it.

Note: The Undertaker in this story has the appearance that he had when he was in the Ministry of Darkness

Chapter Twenty-One

Slowly, Christina began to open her eyes, slightly. A slight pain came to her head. She brought one of her hands up, and pressed the palm against the spot on her head where Jennifer's glass had hit her, hard. "Oh my head." She moaned. Her voice escaped her mouth, softly. Sitting up, Christina lowered her hand down from being against her head, and found herself upon a king size, four post bed that had whites silk drapes hanging down at the corners. "What the…" She looked down, and noticed that she was wearing a white gown that was identical to the one that she had in her dream. Lowering her eyes a little more, her eyes fell upon the white silk bedding that was also identical to the one in her dream.

"Christina…"

She snapped her head in the direction of where a black door stood in the room. Christina started to piece together that this was real. She was not dreaming this time around. This was the reality of things. Slowly, her body slid off of the bed, and started for the door. She placed one of her hand against the doorknob a bit hesitantly, and gave it a twist. Christina pushed against the door, making it open up. She stepped out into the hallway, and found herself surrounded in darkness. "Hello?" She asked, softly. "Mark?" Suddenly, the sound of her door to her slamming shut echoed to her ears. She turned around, and found the door to her room no longer being opened like it had been.

"Follow the torches, Christina," Mark replied, echoing to her ears, "and you will find me."

Slowly, Christina turned her eyes back in the direction of the hallway that she had faced. She watched as torches started to light up down the hallway, guiding the way for her to follow in the pitch darkness. She swallowed a lump down her throat, and began to make her way down the path before herself. The soft sound of her bare feet thudding against the deep purple rug running across the hard stone floor echoed to her ears, giving her some sort of comfort, as well as a realization, at what was going on. She noticed how the stone walls were the very same ones that she had seen in her dream on her way to where Mark was nestled for her. Making a turn, Christina gazed down, following the path becoming a set of stairs that stopped at a black door. She noticed how the torches guided her towards it before her body could move. Christina had no idea what was in store for her as she had her gown lifted enough. She didn't wish to fall down the stairs to the door of where Mark was behind it. Her hands waited until she reached the bottom of the stairs before she let it go from her grasp. She took in a breath of air before she proceed to push the door open. Her eyes watched the door open up completely on its own, inviting her to come inside. A soft sigh escaped her mouth as she had her hands at her sides. Christina moved herself over the threshold of the door and stepped inside. To her amazement, the room was exactly like how it was in her dream. Her body moved away from the door to the room, walking through what seemed to be a white fog layering the floor she was on. The soft sound of the door shutting echoed to her ears, but didn't cause her to be anymore alarmed than she already was. "Hello?" She asked. Her voice echoed in the large room. Christina let out a breath in an attempt to calm herself down. "Mark, are you here?"

"I am here, Christina."

Her body tightened up immediately from catching his deep voice answering her with a high level of sensuality within his voice. Turning, Christina discovered him to be moving from behind where a tall, stone throne stood with a peculiar symbol on the back of it. She pulled in a breath of air as she noticed how he was dressed in only a pair of black silk pajama pants. Her eyes took the advantage to gaze upon how his muscular chest was exposed to her eyes before she back to his face.

"It seems that your dream…is now a reality."

"Where am I, Mark?" She looked around the area she was in with a little nervousness evident in her eyes. Her eyes glanced around the surroundings before they found their way back towards his face. "What is this place?"

"This is my home." Walking around in front of his throne, Mark proceeded down a few small steps towards her. His eyes never left her body as they seemed to glow in the darkness. "You are safer here than anywhere else on earth."

"Are we still in the city?" She looked into his piercing gaze. Her mouth went to speak once more to him, but found her words seeming to get stuck in her throat. Swallowing a lump down her throat, Christina held the stare with him from where she stood before his tall frame.

"We are far away from what you know as to be your home." He brushed a few strands of her hair away from her face before he cupped a side of her face. "I have brought you here for us to be together for the night before I return you back to your world."

Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest from hearing his confession to her. He was planning for her to stay the night there with him in the privacy of his home before he returned her back to her home in the city she had called home for so long. The sensation of liquid fire began to run across her face from where his hand was against her soft fair skin. She fought to keep her eyes opened as her gaze looked upon his face. "Why…why do you wish for me to stay, Mark?"

"It is my desire…to show you one night of true passion…and…show you how a woman should truly be treated."

"Mark, I am still a virgin…I"

"Don't be afraid of me, Christina." Sliding his hand down from her face, he kept his voice soft yet full of his desires for her. "I will take care of you tonight, and show you that I am more of a man that those stupid boys in your senior class are. Leave it…to me."

Christina went to speak up, but found her words falling short from the sensation of her being picked up off of the ground. She looked down towards the ground, and noticed herself to be nowhere near it. Her head turned, and found his face to be very close to her face. She held the stare with him as her body sensed him carrying her in a direction in the torch lit place that she had come to and found him.