A/N: Okay, so I took a really awesome quiz at quizilla. It was what sign of the black zodiac are you? The results are the characters from 13 Ghosts. If you've ever seen the movie you know what I'm talking about. It's a really good movie. And there are 13 ghosts that are needed for this thing and all represent something. Well, this is what I am: 'The Lost Soul: You do not forgive yourself for what you did. Instead you wander the mortal world until one of the other ghosts finds you and consumes you entirely. You are a lost and heartbroken soul The holy pure. You are a sacrifice to the Dark Divinity, you are the 13th and final sign of the black zodiac.' How cool is that?!

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"So I was gonna start making the guest list," Jeff said as I moved around the hotel room with the phone between my shoulder and ear. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, sure that's fine baby. I mean there's no one that I would invite that you don't know anyways," I smiled packing up all my gear for the show that nite.

"Is there anyone you had in mind to invite that I wouldn't think of?" he asked.

"I don't know. I was, well, I don't know what to do about this. I was thinking about telling my parents," I said softly.

"Oh?" he asked shocked.

"Yeah, I mean they should know, right?" I asked unsure as I sat on the bed blowing a chunk of hair out of my face.

"Well, I don't know. It's up to you," he replied.

"I don't know. What do you think I should do?" I asked lying back on the bed.

"Sweetie, they're your parents. They're the ones that tried to take you away. They're the ones that made you leave in the first place. It's up to you," he said.

I rubbed my forehead as Shane entered the room through the connecting door. He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. "I guess I'll have to think about it some more. I gotta go. Shane's here. We're leaving for the arena early cause Steph and Paul have some storyline ideas that they want to discuss with me. Apparently they want to change my look a bit for this fling with Sean."

"Ugh, I hate that idea," he laughed. "The fans already know you're mine. They're not stupid."

"No they're not. But I guess they have an idea about how to solve that problem," I said shaking my head as Shane started tapping his foot. "UGH! ALRIGHT SHANE!"

"Is he being impatient?" Jeff said.

"Oh yeah," I said. "So I'll talk to you soon. I love you."

"I love you too. Be careful out there."

"Oh don't worry, I'm not doing anything but interfering anyways," I sighed. "Bye." I hung up and looked at Shane.

"So how's our little rock star?" Shane asked as I zipped up my duffle bag.

"He's good. He's going to record some stuff in Chicago this weekend," I replied throwing the bag over my shoulder. "I think my bag gets heavier every time I pack it!"

"Well, you do buy new clothes like every other day," he laughed.

"I do have to keep up with the latest trends!" I said smiling.

"Oh please! You're not Trish. You are your own trends!" he said grabbing my room key before we left.

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"You guys, I don't feel comfortable doing that to my hair," I replied as I sat in the lavish locker room with Paul and Steph.

"You'll look great. I think it'd be a really good idea. You still look like you belong with Jeff," Steph smiled.

"Yeah, because I do!" I exclaimed.

"Well, tough. You're doing it!" Paul said.

"Don't make me hurt you," I said shaking my head at him.

"Right," he muttered. "Well, I gotta go cut a promo. Bye ladies." He kissed Steph quickly and ran out of the room.

"Alright, so what are you doing to him tonite?" Steph asked crossing her arms.

"Why what ever do you mean?" I asked looking as innocent as possible as Shannon walked in.

"I did exactly what you told me to do," he said holding out a bottle of shampoo.

"What's that?" Steph asked.

"Paul's shampoo," I answered taking it from Shannon and looking inside the bottle.

"No, really, what is it?" she persisted.

"You'll see after his match," I smiled.

"He's gonna hate you," Shannon said.

"Correction, he's gonna hate US!" I laughed.

"Evil," Shannon smiled.

"Exactly why we're teaming her with Sean O' Haire," Steph laughed.

I stood in the gorilla position watching the monitor as Sean was getting his ass kicked by Kurt. I had to wait for the right moment before I could run out there. I crossed my arms over my Mystic Angel t-shirt that I had cut up so badly it was barely there. Then all of a sudden the crowd started cheering wildly and Kurt had Sean in the ankle lock. I ran out there and around to the side that Kurt was closest to. I grabbed his leg and yanked him as hard as possible just before Sean's hand hit the mat to tap out. Kurt landed outside the ring with a thud and I began up the ramp. I turned around and watched Sean put Kurt into the Prophecy. I smiled at him as he looked up at me. He nodded at me and I disappeared into the back.

"I guess we know Angel's response to Sean saving her last week on Smackdown," King said.

"It looks to be a positive reaction. I wonder if she'll take Sean up on his offer to be his manager. That would be one team I wouldn't want to mess with," JR said.

"I wonder what her fiancé, Jeff Hardy, would think about her teaming with Sean O' Haire," King said as they went to commercial.

"Well, during the commercial break cameras followed Kurt Angle in Shane McMahon's office. Take a look at what happened," JR said.

"I demand a match Shane," Kurt exclaimed slamming the door behind him.

"You demand a match?!" Shane repeated.

"Yes, I want a match against Sean O' Haire and Mystic Angel!" he replied.

"A handicap match?" Shane laughed.

"Yes, is that supposed to be funny? Cause I don't see the humor here," Kurt said.

"You do realize that both of them are strong competitors by themselves, right? Teaming them up could be murderous, Kurt," Shane said.

"Shane, are you forgetting that I won gold at the Olympics with a broken freakin neck?!" Kurt yelled pulling out his medals.

"No, Kurt, I didn't forget. I'm not sanctioning this match," Shane refused.

"Oh you most certainly will! Or I'll go to Stephanie and have her sign the match for tomorrow nite on Smackdown!" Kurt threatened.

"Kurt, I'm not signing that match either. I agree with my brother," Stephanie said walking into Shane's office. "But I do have a way you can get back at both of them. Not in a handicap match, but in a tag match."

"Fine, I'll go find a partner then," Kurt said moving towards the door.

"I'm not done yet, Kurt," Steph smiled. He turned around and stared at her as she continued. "Sean O' Haire and Mystic Angel versus Kurt Angle and Victoria."

"That sounds perfect Steph. Victoria was just in here yelling at me about last week and wanting a rematch. I'll definitely sign that!" Shane smiled.

"Fine, just as long as I get a piece of the both of them, I don't care," Kurt said walking out of the office.

"Well King, looks like we'll get a look at how well Sean O' Haire and Mystic Angel will work together next week right here on RAW when they go up against the strange pairing of Victoria and Kurt Angle," JR said.

"That's certain to be an unusual match. All four competitors have different styles. We'll have to see how well they all work together," King said as they went to another commercial.

"Are we ready to go Case?" Shane asked me as I stood in front of Paul's locker room.

"Uh-uh," I replied staring at the door.

"Oh no, you and Shannon didn't do something again did you?" he asked setting his stuff down next to mine.

"Maybe," I smiled sweetly at him.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Paul yelled. I jumped up in excitement as Steph ran out of the room.

"Casey, you are in serious trouble," she laughed. "My husband is going to kill you!"

"I know, but isn't it awesome?! How'd it work?!" I asked as Shannon ran up to us.

"So?! What happened?!" Shannon exclaimed excitedly.

"Go in and take a look for yourselves," Steph continued to laugh as the four of us walked into the locker room. In one of Paul's hands was the shampoo bottle. While the other was covered in a tannish brown goo. His hair was dripping with both the goo and water.

"UGH! I hate you two!" he screamed at Shannon and I as we all laughed at him. "What the fuck is this in my hair?!"

"Shannon, shall you tell him, since you made it?" I asked smiling.

"I think you should field that one since this was all your idea," Shannon responded moving back towards the door in fright.

"Well, Paul, what you have in your hair, on your hand, and in your shampoo bottle is mixture of water and peanut butter," I smiled mischievously.

"You best be fuckin with me!" he yelled storming over to me, gripping his towel tightly around his waist.

"I think you know me well enough to know that I'm not fuckin with you," I replied.

"You're gonna die. I'm gonna see to it!" he yelled walking back into the showers.

"Another great prank pulled by yours truly!" I exclaimed.

"Hey, you didn't do this alone," Shannon spoke quietly putting his hands on his hips.

"Another great prank pulled by the King and Queen of Pranks," I corrected myself putting my arm around him. He smiled and kissed the top of my head before we all left Paul to shower in peace.

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"Yeah, so I'm home and Jeff's not! This sucks, Dad," I exclaimed sitting at the kitchen table in the Hardy house. He laughed at me slid a cup of coffee at me. "I never get to see him cause I'm on the road all the time and then when I do get to come home, he's gone to some other city recording something!"

"Honey, why don't you just go to Chicago and see him?" he asked wisely.

"Because he didn't ask me to come with him," I pouted. "That's a stupid reason, isn't it?"

He chuckled and smiled at me, putting his hand on mine. "Sweetie, he's your fiancé. You're going to be married soon. You don't need his permission to see him."

"But what if he doesn't want me there?" I asked.

"I'm sure he does. He misses you just as much as you miss him, if not more."

"But I can't go anyways, I have so much to do for the wedding," I said standing to put my cup in the sink.

"Casey, the wedding is a year away. You have 12 months to do what you need to do for it," he laughed at my foolishness. "Besides, I think both Amy and Matt pretty much have it covered."

"Yeah, they have been doing like all our planning, haven't they?" I laughed.

"They are taking their part as Maid of Honor and Best Man very seriously," he said.

"Well, I gotta go do some food shopping anyways. I swear I don't know how this boy ate without me! He never has food in the house!" I laughed walking towards the door.

"He leached off me!" Dad called after me.

"Bye Dad!" I yelled walking out of the house. I walked along the dirt road back to the house, completely missing the fact that there was a car besides mine and Jeff's truck in the driveway. I walked into the house and sighed.

"And where were you?" a voice asked from the living room.

"I was out being depressed because you're not here with me like you should be. So I was at Dad's having some coffee and complaining to him," I replied walking by the room.

"What?" the voice said.

"I said, I was at Dad's complaining to him about you not being here!" I exclaimed turning to walk into the living room. I looked at the couch and saw him sitting there. Some of his purple and blue hair was pulled back into a ponytail and he still had on his sunglasses. He smiled at me and I had to shake my head to make sure he was truly there. "What the hell are you doin here?! You're supposed to be recording a cd in Chicago!"

He stood and wrapped me up in his arms, lifting me off the floor. I put my hands on the sides of his face and kissed him deeply. When we parted we sat on the couch holding hands, his thumb stroking the back of my hand gently. "So what are you doing here?" I repeated.

"Well, we're ahead of schedule on the recording, so I thought I'd come home for the weekend to be with you. I leave tomorrow nite after you leave for Alberta. Surprised?" he asked as I reached up to take his sunglasses off.

"Oh hell yeah!" I laughed kissing him again. "I'm so happy to see you. I missed you so much." He rubbed my check softly before cupping my chin in his hand.

"Care to go upstairs?" he wiggled his eyebrows and I nodded. We ran up the stairs ripping clothes off each other. We fell onto the large bed wrapped in each other's arms just as there was a knock on the door. I stopped kissing him, but he pulled me back into him. "Don't worry about it. Probably just fans or something."

They knocked again and this time Jeff looked up. "Matt or Amy?" I suggested pulling him back down on top of me. They knocked again, harder and more rapidly. Jeff rolled off me and we sat up. "I'll get it," I said pulling the black wife-beater I had ripped off him just seconds before. I found his boxers and pulled them on as well.

"I hope to god it's just Amy and Matt. Cause other wise they're in for a shock," Jeff laughed as I left the room sticking my tongue out at him. I skipped down the stairs and opened the door with a smile.

"Can I," I trailed off when I looked at the people at the door. My heart seemed to catch in my throat as I blinked rapidly, hoping this was all just a crazy dream. I put my hand on my chest and breathed deeply, hoping I wouldn't pass out.

"Casey," the woman spoke. Her hair was a mix of black and gray. Her clothes baggy and worn. The man that stood next to her had hair of silver. His eyes a cold steel gray. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping for them to disappear when I opened them.

"Oh God," I breathed.

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A/N: DUN DUN DUNNNNN!!!! Cliff hanger!! Go me! Go me!! Don't worry, I'll update soon......like in a month! Hehe Nah, I'm not that cruel. Don't worry. You'll find out soon!