Chapter 58

Abigail was definitely having a drink, especially since her nerves were shot and they hadn't even left Wonderful yet. She'd taken this journey twice already, once by car, mostly, and the other with Ambrose. There was no telling what new dangers awaited them this final time because Bray would be on high alert with Malcolm gone. That much she was certain of. When he tried denying her, Abigail took a mug, filled it up, and slid it in front of him with a grin, having one of her own.

"Bottoms up."

Shaking his head, Taker downed his mug in two swallows after toasting with her, winking down at her. "Going to take a lot of these to mess me up, darlin'." It actually took him quite a bit to get drunk, he didn't know if that was because of his size and all that or the magic. His mug was instantly refilled and he sipped at this one, watching Abigail as she drank her own beer slowly.

She had to get her mind off what was going on and what was to come. Three days, they would be leaving in three days and it would take around 2 weeks to get to the DOV territory. They wouldn't be going to the castle, it'd be a couple of miles away because of all the mothers with their children, even if they were magical. They were still human beings, mostly. Mark didn't want any harm to come to them, though she had a feeling a few would be subservient to Bray and the DOV simply because they were brainwashed.

Abigail hadn't been eating all that much these last few days, assumedly due to her anxiety about the rapidly approaching trip to war they were making. Taker took another swallow of his second, eyeballing her with amusement written all over his face. She would wind up drunk off her ass, that would definitely be something to see. He refilled her mug with a grin.

It was a sight indeed. Victoria began dancing on the table an hour of laughing and drinking with the guys, alongside a few other women. Nora, Jackie, and Luna, all of them captains of their respective teams. They were dancing with each other on the table, nothing provocative, just having a good time before the upcoming battle. Some would not make it back alive and they knew that.

So living it up now was the best way to, not only handle their fear, but to get their minds off things. Abigail was nicely buzzed, on her fourth beer and laughed when Victoria pulled her up onto the table with them to start dancing. She looked back at Mark, who had a smile on his face, and rolled her eyes before getting into the music, which was being played by an old CD player from the old days. Before technology and everything had gone to hell.

"Better watch your woman, she's gettin' some looks."

He already knew that and snorted dismissively. "I'm not worried, I know what bed she's in every night." Abigail was a beautiful woman, that was just a plain fact. His woman, however, was now learning how to roll her hips in what looked to be some weird sort of belly dance and he raised an eyebrow.

"Hell son, now you're givin' her looks too."

Taker began laughing at that, raising his mug in a toast to his friend. "Damn right I am."

"Yeah, there you go! Get it, girl! Show him what's waiting for him in bed tonight!" Victoria laughed, enjoying her own single life for the time being.

Maybe after this war ended and things began to prosper in Vesperia, she would look to settle down, but not right now. True to her nature, Abigail picked up belly dancing rather quickly and began dancing with Victoria and Nora, while Jackie went off to be with her man. Nora was also single and ready to mingle, as she liked to call it, with short-cropped brown hair in a pixie style and grey eyes.

"That a girl, shake your moneymaker!"

"You know what she'd be good at doing, Nora?"

"What is going through that mind of yours, Vick?"

"Twerking."

Nora spewed beer out of her nose. "FUCK!"

Abigail was confused, her eyes wide while Nora waved them on to keep dancing, holding her burning nose. "What's twerking?"

"Basically, it's like this…" Victoria proceeded to show her, bouncing her backside up and down in a wiggle.

"Is that from…the old days?"

"Hellfire, Victoria, what the hell ya doin'?!"

"Do not tell Amy they were doing this… and I was here for it." Matt raked a hand through his hair as he watched. Though, in all fairness to him, Abigail was being taught how to… uh, dance, with her ass. This was educational.

"I'm telling." Taker laughed, getting up to roll out another keg.

He had shed his leather vest a while ago and let his hair down, literally. After tapping it and getting himself a refill, Taker began walking around the room, making small talk with people here and there, though his eyes were never too far from Abigail or her popping backside.

"Now, how low can you go?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Can you twerk, or do that dance, and drop your ass to the floor without losing your footing?"

"I – uh…" Abigail blinked when Victoria did it right in front of her, popping her backside while lowering herself to the table until it hit the top, before moving her way back up again. "Oh wow, no, I don't think I can do that."

"Won't know unless you try. Give it a shot!"

Abigail was feeling brave and chalked it up to the beer, seeing the encouragement in Victoria's eyes. "So I have to…twerk…until my ass hits the top of the table and work my way up again, right?" At Victoria's nod, she took a deep breath and planted her hands on her hips. "Show me one more time." After seeing it a second time, Abigail was pretty confident she had this and began doing it, mimicking Victoria and grinned when she joined in, so they were both doing it together.

"You're a fast learner."

"Not the first time I've heard that."

It was probably a good thing Trish and Amy weren't here tonight or else Matt and Steve would be in some deep shit. They weren't the only men watching, that was for damn sure, and he had lost track of two different conversations already. Taker was taking some ribbing for that one, laughing it off good-naturedly.

"Jesus woman," He had worked his way around to their table and began mockingly fumbling in his pockets. "Anyone got a dollar?"

"Taker, your woman is spectacular! I'm definitely taking her out for a girl's night only, once we get back from kicking ass and taking names!"

"Girl's night sounds fun!"

Abigail had no idea what was going on or where she was, only that she was having a blast with Victoria and enjoying herself. There were no worries about Dean Ambrose or how stupid he was for leaving Wonderful. There were no worries about Bray Wyatt or his impending death. There were no worries about coming back alive and having a future with Mark. She was all smiles, continuing to dance, and got off the table to take Mark's hand, pressing herself against him.

"Dance with me?"

Truthfully, Taker wasn't one much for dancing, not unless it was something slow and involved circling in one spot. Then Abigail began doing that twerking thing on him, her pert backside bouncing right against his groin. "Darlin'…" She was dirty dancing, with her backside, on his dick… and lord help him if that wasn't the hottest thing he ever had seen.

"Come on, what's the matter? Afraid your rep will be tarnished if you dance with your woman?" Abigail teased, midnight blues sparkling under the lights, and felt his arms wrap around her waist. Alcohol was a very – VERY bad thing because Abigail was feeling rather…bold and turned to where his body blocked her, her hand snaking down to stroke him through the jeans he had on. "You know what I wanna do right now?" She waited until he shook his head, knowing it was hard for him to talk at the moment with what she was doing. "I want you to bend me over one of these tables and have your way with my ass." Making sure to keep her voice down to where only he could hear, Abigail did NOT need others overhearing this. "Or anywhere, really, as long as your dick is inside of me…" Her mouth was also looser than a whore in church.

Taker needed to get Abigail a bit drunk every now and again, just so he could hear the things that came out of her mouth. He simply stared down at her, his cock pretty much dancing on its own in his very tight jeans. "Have another one, darlin'," He rumbled, reaching out to trace a finger along her jawline, up to her mouth, and wasn't the least bit surprised when she instantly drew the tip of his finger between her lips, feeling another spark racing directly to his dick. "Woman, I'm going to take your ass back to the tower and fuck you blind."

"Mmm, so do it." Abigail could see his eyes darkening and squeezed him a little more, making sure nobody could see her do it. She could be sneaky when she wanted to be. "I know you're more than up to the challenge, your lordship." She giggled at his flared nostrils and squealed out when he lifted her over his shoulder, waving to everyone on their way out of the common house. Victoria whistled out, yelling something about 'getting some', and that made Abigail both flush crimson and laugh at the same time. "Better use that magic of yours and put up a sound barrier, big man, because it's about to get LOUD up in here."

"Keep it up woman, and you will have something in your ass tonight." He threatened playfully.

Though… with her being drunk and having sort of offered, would it be taking advantage if he tried? She'd definitely be more relaxed, that was for damn sure. However… Taker was packing and that was a tiny ass. By the time they got up to their quarters, he had noticed a lack of silence and slid Abigail down into his arms, rolling his eyes.

"Lightweight." He rumbled, brushing his lips over her closed lids.


Abigail was back in the castle, dressed in white with her hair done up perfectly, not in the braids, buns, or ponytails she'd been wearing it in. No, it was a crown of raven locks on top of her head. Bray always liked it when she was dressed up as if they were going to prom or something. It played to the whole Queen Mother role, she supposed. What was she doing here? The last thing she remembered was being drunk, happy, and dancing in the common house, teasing Mark. She missed his warmth already, tears filling her eyes as she walked down the corridor, looking around and bit back a gasp at the sight of Bray walking out of his chambers.

"Bray…"

"I know you don't want to hear this, my lord, but I do think Sister Abigail has betrayed us." It was Luke Harper, in Bray's ear, trying to make him see the truth.

"No. She wouldn't do that to me. She loves me, and I love her." Bray grabbed Luke by his throat, squeezing, his blue eyes nothing more than ice. "And we will go to her and bring her home in one week. I'm giving her no longer than that. If we have to bring the war to Wonderful's doorstep, so be it."

"Bray?" Abigail waved her hand at him, trying to gain his attention, but it was as if he didn't hear her or see her…what the hell was going on?

"Very well, my lord. You know what's best for us and I'm sorry for stepping out of line." Luke rasped out, feeling Bray release his throat and coughed, deciding to go take his frustrations out on one of the many women in the castle.

"Do not question me again, Harper. You are one of my right hands, but you are replaceable as well. Do not forget that."

Bowing, Luke nodded. "Yes, my lord." Then, he walked off with a scowl on his face.

Bray sighed heavily, looking up at the ceiling of the castle, and closed his eyes, clasping his hands to rest against his lips. "Abbie, you won't betray me. And I'm coming for you, my love. And we will be together again soon, I promise."

"Bray…if only you could see that my love died for you a long time ago. And what you're doing here is wrong. You have to be stopped…and I'm going to make sure that happens, even if it means delving into dark magic. Killing you is the only way to stop you because you won't see reason." Abigail felt tears pour down her cheeks, wishing he could hear what she said, but he couldn't.


Abigail shot upright in bed, sweat pouring down her face shaking, and looked around the room, feeling a hand on her back. Her head snapped around to look down at Mark, tears pouring down her cheeks and her body was trembling from head to toe. "O-Oh my god…oh my god…"

"You having sex dreams, Abbie?" He rumbled, not opening his eyes right away, though Taker did reach out to rub her back. She was trembling and covered in sweat. Grinning, he popped open an eye, the smile fading into a frown at the sight of her. "Bad dreams, darlin'?" He asked, sitting up alongside her and wrapping an arm around Abigail's waist, drawing her back into him. "Abbie?"

"Bray…it was Bray. H-He's coming…he's coming for me…" Abigail pushed Mark away to stumble out of bed, wiping her tears away, and began packing up her belongings, shaking her head. "W-We have to stop him, we have to head him off! We have to leave NOW, Mark! Oh god…fuck…what the hell is going on with me?" That dream, vision, whatever it was called scared her. "I-I was there…I could hear him and Luke Harper talking…and he said one week. One week he was coming here to bring me back. And he couldn't see me, but I could see him clearly. I-I don't understand…I'm…"

Abigail dropped to her knees, burying her face in her hands, and sobbed violently. Taker had followed her, watching her hysterics with a calm eye and when she dropped, he put her belongings back, unpacking her bags. When he was finished, he then picked her up, cradling Abigail against him as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Darlin', it was just a dream, a bad dream…" Taker soothed, caressing her hair and back gently. He wasn't surprised at all when Abigail said it wasn't. He knew how that went, having a dream so vivid, so real… "We'll talk to Malcolm in the morning about it, okay?" He offered, trying to calm her down.

All Abigail could do was nod, not believing for a second that was a dream. There was no way it could be. If Bray was leaving in a week, they had to leave immediately, there was no time to waste. Maybe Malcolm would be able to shed light on this, but Abigail knew in her heart, just like when she left Wonderful and defied Mark, this wasn't just a dream. However, Mark wouldn't listen to her, so she would let Malcolm tell him what was going on and take it from there.

"Okay." She whispered, still somewhat trembling, and looked down at herself, feeling disgusting. "I-I'm gonna go shower." Kissing him quickly, Abigail stood up from the bed on shaky legs and walked into the bathroom, still in the same clothes she'd been in earlier.

Nodding, he watched as she disappeared into the bathroom before moving to retrieve a pair of barely used pajama bottoms. Taker slid into them and then went to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, contemplating what she had told him.