Part 6: The Meeting
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Outside the Building
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Undertaker looked up towards the balcony of the apartment. In a moment, he was there. The Powers of Darkness were convenient at times.
He needed to know why his brother was with these witches. Besides the fact that he wanted out of the Ministry, Taker couldn't understand why he asked them for help. There were many more powerful magic users out there. Why not cll one of them?
He looked in the window of the bedroom he knew was Heavynnes. It was painted light green, her bedding was pure white. There was an antique dressing table and stool, a small square altar sporting a ritual daggar, chalice and many peridots, and a deck of angel tarot cards. He smiled Typical, considering her name.
He could smell the Power when she walked into the room. Maybe his first assessment of the sisters was wrong. She seemed to know he was there.
"I can hear you,' she said in his mind. "I know it's you."
how could he have lowered his walls? He seemed to do that around the green eyed witch.
She was on the balcony, standing beside him, in a second.
"I'm impressed," he spoke the words, not liking the intimacy of her being in his mind. "Teleportation is a rarely developed talent."
"I'm a rare person," she replied with a smile.
Taker looked down at her. Maybe five foot three, at the most. But she wasn't scared. He couldn't sense any fear on her--only determination. That couldn't be right, his senses must be off.
"Are you here to kill me?" she asked.
He knew she knew the answer to that. He wasn't. If it was anyone else, he would have been. But Heavynne-he'd found an equal And he wanted to see what see was capable of before he killed her. But even he knew that was a lie.
Heavynne was watching him. Clear green eyes intent. "Why are your eyes dark green in the dreams, and gray now?"
Taker blinked. He knew the dreams she spoke of, but the meaning of them was lost when he awoke and returned to Darkness. Her hand was reaching out, but he didn't stop her. Then she touched him, and all hell broke loose.
Sparks, fire. Then calmness. Clear and cool blue water swirled around their bodies, then it was air. He looked around, outside himself, and saw they floted in the air, just a few feet away from the balconey.
"What the hell are you doing to me?" he asked in her mind.
"Showing you where you belong," she told him. Then she kissed him, and he thought he died again. Only this time it was wonderful. All sweetness and light, warmth and comfort. And it shattered with fire.
Saalah was in his mind, and she lashed out at Heavynne. Taker knew better than to try to protect her. He was only able to push her to the balconey before he transproted back to his Masters.
***
Heavynne gasped. The evil that had a hold on Taker's mind was so great. She had never felt anything so Powerful, or Dark.
Ravyn found her out on the balconey, shivering and crying. She led her back inside in silence. Heavynne knew that Ravyn knew what happened. And she was greatful her sister kept her opinions to herself.
***
Kane was there shortly after. Calliope led him into the lving room to wait as Heavynne and Ravyn finished getting ready.
She sat on the chair across from the couch where the man in black sat. For the first time she could ever remember, Calliope was unsure about what to say.
"So, uh, you and Undertaker are brothers?" she asked, knowing as soon as the words left her mouth, it was the wrong topic of conversation to start with. When Ravyn and Heavynne entered the room, she breathed a sigh og relief.
Then she noticed Kane's eyes trained on Ravyn, and Calliope followed his gaze, sensing approval of how she looked today.
Her long black hair was glossy and loose over her shoulders, her eye makeup was smokey gray and made her sapphire eyes look enormous. She wore a fitted black tank top and a black leather skirt that skimmed mid thigh. She wore her "bitch boots", as Calliope was fond of calling them. Knee height black leather boots with cunky soles and two inch chunky soles, lacing up the front. Ravyn knew she looked good like that, with her naturally pale skin giving her a gothic look. The heavy silver chain nestled her sapphire pendant in the cleavage showing above the deep v of her shirt.
Heavynne's eyes were puffy, when Calliope looked at her roommate. But a look from the blonde which stopped any questions she would ask.
So Calliope sighed. The world seemed to be revolving around her, without her being included in any of it. She didn't like that at all. She always wanted to be the center of attention.
"We're ready," Ravyn said to Kane, yet again answering an unasked question from him. So he siliently stood, and led them out the door.
The Offices
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Kane led the way into the office. It was enormous, with a long mahogoney table, and matching chairs around it. In almost every chair sat a person. The person Ravyn sensed was in charge sat at the top, wearing a dark suit and shirt, hair slicked back. To his right sat a blonde woman she presumed was his wife, to his left sat a young dark haired girl. At the other ened of the table sat a young man who looked like the young girl.
"Vince," Kane said gruffly, interfupting Ravyn's thought.
"Kane," the man in black nodded to him. Then he introduced everyone, starting at his right. "My wife Linda," he indicated the blonde woman.
"Steve Austin." Bald headed, gruff looking man with a goatee.
"Jericho." Long blonde hair, cocky looking grin.
"Jeff Hardy." Long blue hair, shredded long sleeved T-shirt, a chunky ball necklace around his neck.
"Matt Hardy," Long black hair, fitted black velvet T-shirt. A chunky ball necklace with a deformed "H" on it.
"Lita." Long red hair, smiling face. Another chunky ball necklace with an "H" on it. A quarter sleeve tattoo of a gargoyle.
At the end of the table McMahon gestured to a handsome dark haired man. "Shane, my son."
Ravyn bristled when he looked at her. She had a bad feeling about him. Maybe because he was appraising her like a piece of meat.
"Glad you could make it," he smiled, and her feeling about him subsided. Just nerves, she thought. Besides, he is awefully cute. His eyes were dark, liquid brown, his skin was pale and perfect. A v-necked sweater and chinos gave him a college-boy look that was almost universally appealing.
Vince continued the introductions. Onto the other side of the table.
"Test." Very large man, again with the long blonde hair.
"Trish Stratus." Small blonde, a bombshell.
"Mick Foley," bushy brown hair, a goatee that was beyond needing a trim.
"Stephanie," Vince finished, gesturing to the young brunette. He looked at the three new women, expecting introductions.
"I'm Heavynne." Blonde, wearing a short white dress, black leather jacket, black ankle boots. A bright green stone lay in the hollow of her throat on a silver chain. Green eyes matched the stone. She had artistrocratic features, fine as a porcelain doll's. Her eyes were puffy, slightly red rimmed. Emotional, Vince appraised her. Soft, like an angel.
"Ravyn," the black ahired one said, her chin up in defiance. A tough one, Vince thought. His eyes flickered to Kane, red and black mask in place, black trenchcoat. protective stance to the right and just behind the girl. She leaned back a bit. A connection between the two? She wore a cleavage baring black shirt and black leather skirt, boots to her knees A black leather jacket protected her from the cold. She was sexy, but in a "don't touch me" way. Pale skin, wide sapphire blue eyes. Elfin features. She looked like a witch.
"Calliope." Her hair was brown, but with red highlights. She had unnerving purple eyes. And she was a bombshell. Red dress that clung to every curve, revealing most of her full breasts. An amethyst hung into her cleavage, drawing eyes there with a seductive wink. Legs were long, sporting black fishnet hose, ending in a pair of open-toe high heels. Very sexy, and very dangerous, especially with that black motorcycle jacket over it all.
Vince indicated for them all to take a seat. Calliope between Austin and Linda, Ravyn between Steph and Kane, with Heavynne between Kane and Mick.
* * *
"Basically, we need your magick against MoD," Vince finsihed up his conference with the three witches and Kane. "And we will give you training in wrestling and protection."
Heavynne nodded slowly,. "And who will know why we are here?"
"Only the people in this room," Vince looked around the table. "These are my most rtustworthy employees and coworders. I can trust them with my life."
The words "my life" rang in Ravyn's ears.
"What's wrong?" Kane's voice was in her head.
""nothing," she shook her head, tryihg to clear it. "I'm fine." And she pushed him out. She was confused. Again, about Kane, but also about this alliance against the MoD with McMahon and him.
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Outside the Building
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Undertaker looked up towards the balcony of the apartment. In a moment, he was there. The Powers of Darkness were convenient at times.
He needed to know why his brother was with these witches. Besides the fact that he wanted out of the Ministry, Taker couldn't understand why he asked them for help. There were many more powerful magic users out there. Why not cll one of them?
He looked in the window of the bedroom he knew was Heavynnes. It was painted light green, her bedding was pure white. There was an antique dressing table and stool, a small square altar sporting a ritual daggar, chalice and many peridots, and a deck of angel tarot cards. He smiled Typical, considering her name.
He could smell the Power when she walked into the room. Maybe his first assessment of the sisters was wrong. She seemed to know he was there.
"I can hear you,' she said in his mind. "I know it's you."
how could he have lowered his walls? He seemed to do that around the green eyed witch.
She was on the balcony, standing beside him, in a second.
"I'm impressed," he spoke the words, not liking the intimacy of her being in his mind. "Teleportation is a rarely developed talent."
"I'm a rare person," she replied with a smile.
Taker looked down at her. Maybe five foot three, at the most. But she wasn't scared. He couldn't sense any fear on her--only determination. That couldn't be right, his senses must be off.
"Are you here to kill me?" she asked.
He knew she knew the answer to that. He wasn't. If it was anyone else, he would have been. But Heavynne-he'd found an equal And he wanted to see what see was capable of before he killed her. But even he knew that was a lie.
Heavynne was watching him. Clear green eyes intent. "Why are your eyes dark green in the dreams, and gray now?"
Taker blinked. He knew the dreams she spoke of, but the meaning of them was lost when he awoke and returned to Darkness. Her hand was reaching out, but he didn't stop her. Then she touched him, and all hell broke loose.
Sparks, fire. Then calmness. Clear and cool blue water swirled around their bodies, then it was air. He looked around, outside himself, and saw they floted in the air, just a few feet away from the balconey.
"What the hell are you doing to me?" he asked in her mind.
"Showing you where you belong," she told him. Then she kissed him, and he thought he died again. Only this time it was wonderful. All sweetness and light, warmth and comfort. And it shattered with fire.
Saalah was in his mind, and she lashed out at Heavynne. Taker knew better than to try to protect her. He was only able to push her to the balconey before he transproted back to his Masters.
***
Heavynne gasped. The evil that had a hold on Taker's mind was so great. She had never felt anything so Powerful, or Dark.
Ravyn found her out on the balconey, shivering and crying. She led her back inside in silence. Heavynne knew that Ravyn knew what happened. And she was greatful her sister kept her opinions to herself.
***
Kane was there shortly after. Calliope led him into the lving room to wait as Heavynne and Ravyn finished getting ready.
She sat on the chair across from the couch where the man in black sat. For the first time she could ever remember, Calliope was unsure about what to say.
"So, uh, you and Undertaker are brothers?" she asked, knowing as soon as the words left her mouth, it was the wrong topic of conversation to start with. When Ravyn and Heavynne entered the room, she breathed a sigh og relief.
Then she noticed Kane's eyes trained on Ravyn, and Calliope followed his gaze, sensing approval of how she looked today.
Her long black hair was glossy and loose over her shoulders, her eye makeup was smokey gray and made her sapphire eyes look enormous. She wore a fitted black tank top and a black leather skirt that skimmed mid thigh. She wore her "bitch boots", as Calliope was fond of calling them. Knee height black leather boots with cunky soles and two inch chunky soles, lacing up the front. Ravyn knew she looked good like that, with her naturally pale skin giving her a gothic look. The heavy silver chain nestled her sapphire pendant in the cleavage showing above the deep v of her shirt.
Heavynne's eyes were puffy, when Calliope looked at her roommate. But a look from the blonde which stopped any questions she would ask.
So Calliope sighed. The world seemed to be revolving around her, without her being included in any of it. She didn't like that at all. She always wanted to be the center of attention.
"We're ready," Ravyn said to Kane, yet again answering an unasked question from him. So he siliently stood, and led them out the door.
The Offices
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Kane led the way into the office. It was enormous, with a long mahogoney table, and matching chairs around it. In almost every chair sat a person. The person Ravyn sensed was in charge sat at the top, wearing a dark suit and shirt, hair slicked back. To his right sat a blonde woman she presumed was his wife, to his left sat a young dark haired girl. At the other ened of the table sat a young man who looked like the young girl.
"Vince," Kane said gruffly, interfupting Ravyn's thought.
"Kane," the man in black nodded to him. Then he introduced everyone, starting at his right. "My wife Linda," he indicated the blonde woman.
"Steve Austin." Bald headed, gruff looking man with a goatee.
"Jericho." Long blonde hair, cocky looking grin.
"Jeff Hardy." Long blue hair, shredded long sleeved T-shirt, a chunky ball necklace around his neck.
"Matt Hardy," Long black hair, fitted black velvet T-shirt. A chunky ball necklace with a deformed "H" on it.
"Lita." Long red hair, smiling face. Another chunky ball necklace with an "H" on it. A quarter sleeve tattoo of a gargoyle.
At the end of the table McMahon gestured to a handsome dark haired man. "Shane, my son."
Ravyn bristled when he looked at her. She had a bad feeling about him. Maybe because he was appraising her like a piece of meat.
"Glad you could make it," he smiled, and her feeling about him subsided. Just nerves, she thought. Besides, he is awefully cute. His eyes were dark, liquid brown, his skin was pale and perfect. A v-necked sweater and chinos gave him a college-boy look that was almost universally appealing.
Vince continued the introductions. Onto the other side of the table.
"Test." Very large man, again with the long blonde hair.
"Trish Stratus." Small blonde, a bombshell.
"Mick Foley," bushy brown hair, a goatee that was beyond needing a trim.
"Stephanie," Vince finished, gesturing to the young brunette. He looked at the three new women, expecting introductions.
"I'm Heavynne." Blonde, wearing a short white dress, black leather jacket, black ankle boots. A bright green stone lay in the hollow of her throat on a silver chain. Green eyes matched the stone. She had artistrocratic features, fine as a porcelain doll's. Her eyes were puffy, slightly red rimmed. Emotional, Vince appraised her. Soft, like an angel.
"Ravyn," the black ahired one said, her chin up in defiance. A tough one, Vince thought. His eyes flickered to Kane, red and black mask in place, black trenchcoat. protective stance to the right and just behind the girl. She leaned back a bit. A connection between the two? She wore a cleavage baring black shirt and black leather skirt, boots to her knees A black leather jacket protected her from the cold. She was sexy, but in a "don't touch me" way. Pale skin, wide sapphire blue eyes. Elfin features. She looked like a witch.
"Calliope." Her hair was brown, but with red highlights. She had unnerving purple eyes. And she was a bombshell. Red dress that clung to every curve, revealing most of her full breasts. An amethyst hung into her cleavage, drawing eyes there with a seductive wink. Legs were long, sporting black fishnet hose, ending in a pair of open-toe high heels. Very sexy, and very dangerous, especially with that black motorcycle jacket over it all.
Vince indicated for them all to take a seat. Calliope between Austin and Linda, Ravyn between Steph and Kane, with Heavynne between Kane and Mick.
* * *
"Basically, we need your magick against MoD," Vince finsihed up his conference with the three witches and Kane. "And we will give you training in wrestling and protection."
Heavynne nodded slowly,. "And who will know why we are here?"
"Only the people in this room," Vince looked around the table. "These are my most rtustworthy employees and coworders. I can trust them with my life."
The words "my life" rang in Ravyn's ears.
"What's wrong?" Kane's voice was in her head.
""nothing," she shook her head, tryihg to clear it. "I'm fine." And she pushed him out. She was confused. Again, about Kane, but also about this alliance against the MoD with McMahon and him.