Angel's Light IV

Molly sat next to Kane's hospital bed, one of Kane's large hands clasped tightly in her two small ones. She was incredibly worried about Kane. He had grown progressively weaker, but the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with him. Molly hated the feeling of helplessness that assaulted her. The man that she loved more than life itself was lying in a coma before her, slowly dieing, and there was nothing that she could do about it.

She felt the tears fall from her eyes. Loosening one of her hands from where it grasped Kane's, she carefully wiped some of the sweat that had gathered on his brow away. Leaning over, she gave him a light kiss, then rested her forehead on his and whispered into his ear, "Please, Kane, come back to me. If you die...I just couldn't take it. Don't leave me alone."

Kane stirred slightly, and for a moment Molly held her breath, hoping that she had finally managed to awaken her love. He quickly settled beck down, however, and Molly felt her spirits drop as she realized that he had just been moving in his sleep. From the time he had first been brought into the hospital, every so often Kane would moan something unintelligible and slightly move his arms and legs, almost as if struggling against some invisible bonds.

But he never woke up.

Molly sighed as she resettled in the chair next to Kane's bed, once again grasping his hand tightly. "Please, Kane...come back."

"If he can, he will, little girl," a deep voice stated from behind Molly, startling her and making her jump in her chair.

Turning around in her seat, she took and deep gulp as she found herself facing the Undertaker.

Molly had never been comfortable around the Undertaker. Where Kane had always made her feel safe and loved, when she was around Taker she had always gotten the impression that he was sizing her up...measuring her against some need or desire that he had. She might not have been around during his Lord of Darkness days, but the Undertaker still scared her silly.

"Undertaker," she gasped, "you scared me."

"Sorry, darlin," he commented, a sly grin on his face, as he moved closer to where she sat, "I thought you heard me come in."

"No," she admitted, "I was...thinking"

"Yeah, so I gathered," he said, laying one large hand, almost possessively, on her shoulder. "So how's Kane doin?" he asked, and Molly was surprised to not hear any real concern in his voice. It was as if he were asking about the weather.

Turning and looking up to face him, Molly made the mistake of looking into the Undertaker's eyes.

// Gotcha, // he thought in triumph to himself as he watched the mesmerized expression that appeared on Molly's face as she gazed into the hypnotic green pools. Carefully he began weaving his spell over her, binding her to his service.

Before he could secure his hold on her, however, Kane suddenly began to thrash in his bed. "Kane!" Molly cried, tearing herself away from Taker's eyes and turning back to Kane.

The Undertaker growled softly to himself. Apparently his brother wasn't quite as out of the way as he had thought...yet. Taker could wait, though. He had the time. Kane didn't. Very soon Kane would be out of his way permanently, and then Molly would be his. That didn't mean that the Undertaker couldn't hurry the process along, however.

"I'll be leaving now," he told Molly, who was leaning over Kane's body, hopping to see some sign that he was waking up.

"Bye," she said distractedly, not looking up from her vigil.

// Now that won't do, // Taker thought to himself. Coming up behind her he grabbed one of her shoulders and spun her around.

"Taker, wha.." was all she managed to blurt out before he forced her gaze up to his once again. Kane started thrashing, but Taker refused to let Molly out of his grasp. Her eyes refused to meet his, though. It was obvious that as long as Kane was still alive, Molly would resist the Undertaker's control.

// Well, there's a simple enough solution to that, // Taker thought. Before going, however, he would leave her something to remember him by. Leaning down, he smashed his lips against hers in a hard kiss. Drawing her lower lip into his mouth, he bit on it until blood was flowing from the cut. She struggled, her tiny fists banging against his chest, but he ignored them. His tongue explored her mouth, her unique flavor combining with the metallic tang of blood exciting him. Then her teeth closed, biting down on his invading tongue.

He drew away from her sharply, though one hand remained firmly around her neck to keep her in place. His other hand flew to his mouth, where now his own blood oozed from his torn tongue. He glanced briefly at his reddened fingers as he drew them away, then reached down and smeared his own blood over her lips.

Then he squeezed her neck, pulling her part of the way out of the chair in which she sat and drawing his head down to whisper in her ear, "Until next time, little girl." He suddenly released his grip on her neck, and she fell back into the chair, too much in shock to do anything more than stare up at him with a look of fear and betrayal on her face.

The Undertaker turned without another word and left the room. It wasn't until the door had closed behind him that Molly was able to move again. Running to the bathroom, she furiously scrubbed her mouth, inside and out, trying to erase the feeling of the Undertaker's mouth on hers...of his tongue invading her mouth. As the scene once again played out in her mind she felt her insides convulse, and turned just in time to the toilet beside her as she vomited until there was nothing left in her stomach. Dry heaves followed as her insides tried to turn themselves inside out. Finally she managed to bring herself under control. She went to the sink and rinsed her mouth out several times. Taking a deep breath she existed the bathroom.

To find Mideon standing at the foot of Kane's bed.