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

P.S. This is where Kane comes into the picture

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Opening up the door of the salon, Christina moved herself over the threshold. She listened to the sound of the bell on top of the door ringing as the door itself swung itself shut. Her eyes glanced around to see that the place was naturally busy like it always was.

"Hey, Christina." One of the stylists said, smiling. "What can we do for you?"

"Hi Mary." Christina replied, friendly. She looked towards her with her gaze from where she stood as she pressed her palms against the sides of her pants. "Is Karen around? I need to get my pay since I have plans today."

"Oh really? Would those 'plans' have anything to do with that mysterious hunk that paid for your hair yesterday?" Mary had a slight giggle to her tone as she spoke to her.

I am quite surprised that I am liked among your colleagues like I am with this young woman, Christina. A mysterious hunk, eh?

Don't let it get to your head, Mark. Christina maintained her calm nature despite having two conversations going on, one inside of her head and the other outside of her head. She is only saying this because she is trying to get a rise out of me.

Why would she do something like this?

Because I don't usually have a man come into the salon, and pay for my hair. So…it is a rare sight to see when you did. Christina managed a smile on her face towards Mary as she pulled in a breath of air. Releasing it, she looked to her from where she stood as her voice spoke up with a calm tone, no revealing to her the frustration she felt for her. "I am going to be spending the day with Becca, and I need to go ahead and get my pay so we can get going."

"Let me go get her, Christina. She is in the office."

"I'll wait here then." Christina watched Mary put her customer into one of the salon chairs that had a hair dryer atop it before she looked around the place once more. She had been working there for a long while, and found it to become a place she enjoyed very much. It had been the only place for her to feel safe in, as well as feel like she belonged for once.

Do you like this place, Christina? I sense a great feeling of enjoyment from you.

I do like this place, Mark. I like this place very much. She walked over to a wall across from the front desk, and up to where a flower arrangement was hanging down from the ceiling in a porcelain pot. Her fingers barely touched the surface of the flowers' petals. She didn't wish for them to fall at all, but to just feel their tenderness. This has been the only place in my life where I feel safe and wanted. It was because of Karen that I am able to live on my own, and pay my bills without concern.

Soon…I will be taking over that role.

What do you mean?

Once your transformation is complete, I plan to have you stay with me in my home, and allow me to care for you like you should have been from the moment that your parents left you to die on the streets.

Ring.

She found the sound of the bell over the door to the salon ring a bit, causing her to not answer Mark. Christina lifted her head up, and focused in on a mirror. Her eyes caught the sight of a man just as tall as Mark with the same long, black hair. For a moment, Christina thought it was the same person. She turned around, and found herself looking to a man holding several boxes over one of his strong shoulders. Her eyes took a moment to look at the white tank top, denim jeans, and black boots the person had on. A brief moment of confusion started to come over her, consuming her suddenly.

"Sorry about the wait."

Christina's moment of confusion was interrupted by the sound of Karen's voice coming out of nowhere. She looked over, and watched her make her way to the front desk with a smile on her face.

"Now," Karen said, looking up to the man with a smile on her face, "let me take those from you, and then I will sign the slip for them, Glen."

"No rush, ma'am." Glen replied, politely. He spoke in a somewhat charming tone of voice as he looked at her. "I have all the time in the world."

"Very well then, Glenn." She took the boxes from him, and looked towards Christina with a smile on her face. "I will be right back, Christina."

"Take your time." Christina replied, smiling. She watched Karen turn around and walk off before her body proceeded to turn towards the flowers once more. Her eyes fell onto the different colors that the flowers had, taking in their extraordinary beauty.

"These flowers are quite unique."

Catching the sound of Glen's voice, Christina found him to be walking up beside her, smiling towards her. She noticed how his eyes seemed to be different with one being almost white and the other appearing to be dark brown in a way. She managed to not let her curiosity of his face get to her as she put on a smile for him, and nodded her head. "Yes, these flowers always have different colors to them." She looked back to the flowers as one of her fingers touched one of the petals, gently. "Karen likes them because it shows how different everyone can be, and that no one person is the same."

"I believe…the flowers are not the only things that are unique, and beautiful."

Christina tightened up from the realization that Glen was hitting on her. She looked back in his direction, and found him to flashing a charming smile. Her ears heard footsteps coming her way, and looked in time to see Karen walking to Glen, quickly.

"I'm back now, Glen." Karen replied. She had a pen in her hand as she looked up to him. "Where is your slip at?"

"It's on the counter top." Glen walked with Karen to the desk while his eyes peered out of the corner of them towards Christina's direction. He looked back to Karen and watched her sign the paper.

"Here you go, Glen." Karen said, showing the paper to him. "Thank you so much for bringing those by here."

"No problem, ma'am." Turning, Glen looked towards Christina once more before he winked at her. "See you around, Christina."

Before she could speak, Christina watched him walk out of there, and head down the sidewalk. She shook her head at the thought that he just tried to hit on her. However, Christina knew better than to talk to herself about what happened for fear that Mark would find out, and become full of jealousy at the prospect of another man hitting on her while he was not around. Christina stepped up to the counter, and smiled at Karen, kindly. "Hi Karen. I am here to-"

"I have your money here." Karen pulled out an envelope with cash in it, and handed it to her, smiling. "I took the liberty of just paying you in cash this time instead of having you to run to the bank to cash a check."

"Thanks Karen."

"Looks like you are fixing to have a little bit of a battle for your heart, eh Christina?"

Christina managed out a chuckle even though she felt highly confused of what to do now. She had very strong feelings for Mark that she had not felt for someone else before. However, this Glen character was making her question things now. He seemed almost the same like Mark, but in a different way. Shaking her head, Christina waved to Karen as she backed up from her. "See you around, Karen." She turned around, and made her way for the door of Karen's salon.