"Ok, what do you want from me. Oh, and just to let you know, I don't have any money if you're trying to mug me."

"Your grandpa was right."

"My grandpa is dead. It was just an illusion!"

"Then how would I know?"

"You know that's right how would you know?"

Tara turned around and saw someone that she never imagined she would meet. His black hat covered his eyes and his long knee length black coat was wrinkled. His red-brown hair was messy and grungy. It hung to his shoulders. And when he shifted back and forth, his black boots clinked on the ground.

"So, you're the amazing Undertaker. What's so different about you? You're like the rest of them aren't you?"

"I'm beyond the rest of them Tara. Way beyond. I see through them, I see through you. My inner eye shows me things that you don't even know are gonna happen. You should be happy because I can help you through this."

"Well my inner eye says that you're just a jackass that isn't telling me the complete truth."

"You're very bright Tara. You're right I haven't gotten to the point yet."

"So then, what's the point."

"Someone is going to die."

"Not this again. I've already heard this. When, when will somebody die!"

"Soon. When you least expect it. It will be your doing."

"Me? Why me?"

"Hate, Tara, hate."

"How can I prevent it?"

"You can't. No matter what, it will happen."

"Ok, let's talk this over."

For what seemed like hours, Tara and Undertaker talked about the situation that would be arriving soon. Tara just listened and if she agreed she would nod her head and if she didn't she would shake it. How could she be the start of something so terrible that was going to happen? Was it the fact that nobody liked her?

Tara never found the reason to why everybody dislike her. It just happened so fast that she didn't even bother to care about it. On endless nights she would always be on the phone with Trish, always saying she wished she were on Raw.

But maybe she was put here for a reason. Maybe that's why she was here, on Smackdown! instead of Raw. Was it truly hate that these people had? Or was it jealousy? It couldn't have been jealousy. Who in their right mind would be jealous of her, Tara Christmas? The only person she could think of was Dawn, only because everybody knew Dawn had been crushing on John forever.

Tara suddenly found herself being picked up by Undertaker as he took her to her hotel room. He placed her in her bed and told her to be careful. When she heard the door shut behind him, she jumped out of the bed and ran to the door. She looked through the peep hole to see if Taker was still out there, which he wasn't.

The only thing she could think of was going to John for comfort. Even if he told her he didn't want to see her anymore, they could still be friends couldn't they? So she slipped on her sandals, and even though they didn't match, she walked out of the hotel room in search of John's.

When she got to his room she could hear the sound of moaning. She wasn't surprised he had already gotten another girl, so it didn't bother her. Tara, wasn't the type to sulk over a guy if she caught him sleeping with some other woman. It just didn't come to her like that. So she rapped on the door with her fist, waiting for John t answer it. When he finally opened the door, she stepped into his room.

"Um, I'm a little busy right now Tara."

"Oh, I don't care if you're screwing a girl John. I needed to talk to you so I guess that won't work out if your 'woman' is here."

"Well it's just that…"

"Whatever you say I'm not gonna listen to it. I have on intention of listening to it. I guess I should be on my way out but talk to me tomorrow please. Over breakfast ok."

"Ok then."

That's when Tara heard an all too familiar voice that made her stop in her tracks.

"Hmm, I don't see why she can't stay and talk John. I'd love to hear her beg for you to come back."

"Dawn, don't you even start that shit with me." Though Tara was being aggressive, she tried eagerly to fight back the tears that were already starting to form in her eyes. Of all the girls in the world, John runs to find comfort in Dawn Marie. How could he?

"Oh, come on Tara I'm just having some fun. But I guess you wouldn't want to stay cause you're too jealous to look at me and John being together. Face it bitch, we all have our little things that come back and slap us in the face. I just happen to have stolen your boyfriend."

"Dawn please," John said.

"One thing Dawn, he's not my boyfriend. Two, the only thing that's slapping me in the face is that he'd take your skanky, ugly ass over me. I mean, face it. You're only his rebound."

"You bitch!"

"Not another cat fight," John said looking at both the women shaking his head.


A/N: OK, well I didn't feel like writing anymore so I stopped there. Don't have much to say except…REVIEW my people's review!