NOTES: This takes place about a month from the accident.

The breeze blew past the bed and drifted under the covers. The moonlight beamed into the room through the siding doors. Stephanie and Brock lay entangled on the king sized bed. Every night, they slept soundly together in peace with their relationship. The small muffled scream went unheard to Stephanie as Brock was smothered in chlorophyll and silently tied to the radiator with the handcuffs he brought. He sat on the chest at the end of the bed as he waited for Brock and Stephanie to wake.

*****Three hours later*******

Stephanie rolled over twice in the empty bed. She searched for her giant teddy bear to no avail. Her eyes adjusted to the dark as she spotted someone sitting at the end of the bed.

"Brock?"

"Wrong guy sweetheart."

That voice. The voice haunted her mind for weeks. The figure moved over towards her and switched on the lamp. His green eyes pierced through to her brain. She was paralyzed to the bed. She hadn't seen him so clearly before. He was…handsome. If they had met at under any other circumstances, she would have been attracted to him. But his gentle features formed into the demon that had stolen her innocence. His broad chin, slender nose, and jet black hair transformed into the sinister monster that had stolen her first time. She would not let him take away her control, not again.

"Where's Brock?"

"Well honey bunch he's a little, tied up. But when he wakes up, we're going to make him watch."

"W-Watch what?"

"Our union."

"How did you get in here?"

"You left the balcony window open sweetheart, I thought you'd be more careful. You were waiting for me weren't you?"

"No. I thought you'd leave it alone. But you came back, you weren't supposed to come back."

"Don't you know I love you? I have been thinking of you since that night. Then I saw you with HIM. Do you know how much that hurt? Do you?"

"N-No."

Stephanie willed herself to move, to run, anything but talk with this maniac. She couldn't. Brock was still old cold. She had to move. She slowly attempted to slide off of the bed, but he caught her.

"Where ya goin' Princess?"

The endearment rolled off of his tongue like spit. The blade had lightly grazed her neck. She was trapped. He began touching her as Brock began to wake.

"Get the hell off of her!"

"Look who's awake. Now we can get started."

He pushed Stephanie onto the bed and began removing his clothes. Brock gripped the handcuffs and pulled as hard as he could. The small heater began to give. He continued to pull as Gavin mounted Stephanie. The shrill scream erupted from her as he tried to enter her. She began to kick and fight dispite the knife being held to her neck. This would not happen again. That was the last straw for Brock. He pulled with all of his might as the heater was pulled from the floor. Gavin saw him as he stood and jumped away from Stephanie. He moved to the balcony as Brock approached him. His last words were:

"You'll always be my Princess."

He fell backwards to his death as Brock went to his crying girlfriend.

***20 minutes later***

The police were everywhere. Shane and Vince had called three times and Linda was on her

way.

"His name was Gavin Graves. The man who took away my control was named Gavin."

"You're fine now Stephanie, I promise that you'll be fine forever."

And Stephanie's hero never broke his promise.

The End

A/N:

Hey everyone! I'm back. I'm sorry for the delay—I had finals---. I am thinking of making this the last chapter because I am losing the feel for it. My next story is going to be called "Not Included. It centers around the personas of Stephanie McMahon, of course, John Cena, Victoria, and Sable. (I found a new love in her.) Much thanx to two reviewers, you know who you are, and hopefully they will follow my career; if it continues.

Jessikah