CHAPTER FIVE

Fallon was in her own, personal Hell. Physically, she was nothing more than a giant mass of pleasurably aching body parts. She had cummed so many times since waking up she had lost count. While that might usually be a good thing for some, the Hellish part was it wasn't Jeff making her cum. It was Mark. Or the Undertaker more specifically.

She groaned, rolling away from him and curled into a ball on her side of his gigantic, custom made bed. Tucking her knees under her chin, Fallon buried her face against her kneecaps and cried. She felt disgusting, how could she ever face Jeff again? Providing she got out of this predicament. It would have been so much easier if 'Taker had forced her. Instead, he had done so much worse.

He had made love to her.

***

Sorcha was very shocked when she opened her front door to find Kane standing on her porch. She hadn't seen her brother in almost a decade. He had refused to have anything to do with her when discovering her treachery concerning Fallon. She hadn't changed too much in the past ten years. Her black hair was shorter then it had been in the old days and she had given up her long dresses for black slacks and blouses, preferring silk to velvet. Finally, she cleared her throat, staring up at him, her eyebrows drawn together. "What are you doing here, brother?" She asked softly. After ten years, she wasn't going to waste her time assuming this was a social call.

"We need to talk." Kane said firmly, placing his hand on the screen door and pulling it open, blocking her when she tried closing her front door. "Now, Sorcha."

Sighing, she reluctantly let him inside. Not looking back, she led the way through a dark hallway into a more lighted, cheerier room and sat down on a cream colored couch, gesturing a chair across from her. She picked up the tea she had been drinking before being interrupted, sipping it and surveying him over the rim of her cup. "What is it you need of me, Kane?"

"Information."

"On?"

"The Undertaker."

Sorcha paled.

***

"Dad, when is momma comin' home?" Gavin whispered, sitting on his father's lap on their front porch in Cameron. Jeff had been given leave from work after being arrested and then bailed out within hours. He sniffled, resting his head against Jeff's chest.

Gavin was honestly getting to big for this but Jeff didn't mind, he could never mind his beautiful boy cuddling up to him like he was still a toddler. Jeff had missed this though he wished the circumstances were different. "Soon, Gav, very soon." He promised, the words getting caught in his throat. There were circles under his green eyes, having been unable to sleep for more then minutes at a time. Those minutes probably the only thing saving him from complete insanity.

That and Gavin.

He could only hope he wouldn't be made into a liar by not being able to deliver on his promise.

***

Fallon lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, arms folded under her head. She had left the bed only to use the bathroom and shower, other then that 'Taker had brought her food and drink, he didn't see the need for her to bother with clothes.

Frankly, she didn't either. The one time she had attempted to cover herself, he had stripped the bed down to nothing but a sheet and threw every article of clothing or linen out of the room in a rage. She had learned quickly to deal with her nudity.

And his.

Currently, he was lurking somewhere in the house, if she really cared to listen, Fallon could hear his heavy footsteps. A tray of uneaten food sat before her. She had drained the goblet of wine, her throat burning from thirst though she had no appetite for any of the delectable tidbits on the tray.

"Eat." 'Taker commanded, walking back into the room, his green eyes instantly narrowing in the uneaten food. "You'll need your strength."

"For what?" She demanded, picking up an apple silver, wrinkling her nose and dropping it.

His laughter was a low rumble as he crawled onto the bed, easing himself into a laying position beside her. "What do you think, Fallon?"

"I think you're out of your mind, though I've told you that several times."

"Mmhm." He murmured absentmindedly, his fingers trailing up and down her left calf. "Eat."

"If I do, will you leave me alone."

"Probably not, but if you don't, I'll feed you myself. Won't that be pleasant?"

Fallon made herself eat.

***

Visiting Sorcha had been pointless. She knew absolutely nothing. It had been rather surprising to find she hadn't been in contact with their brother since Fallon had hospitalized them all.

"I've lost interests in the Undertaker's insanity. No longer does his darkness appeal to me. I've my own life to live." Had been her words.

Sighing, he raked a hand through his long, brown hair, wondering what next. Of course experience made him not trust Sorcha, he would never trust his sister ever again, so he would be keeping tabs on her from now on. Just in the event she had been lying.

Kane was good at reading people though, he didn't think she was deceiving him.

Though he had been wrong before.

He had also made a visit to the Undertaker's old house, somehow not surprised to find it was abandoned. The once great property was now in ruins. Kane idly wondered what had happened to make his brother abandoned the place. It had for the most part been an impenetrable fortress. Maybe Fallon somehow managing to escape had changed 'Taker's mind.

So where was the Undertaker? Where could he be hiding?

Kane felt lost.

***

"Wanna play ball?"

"No."

"Go fishin' for crawdads in the creek?"

"No."

Dante sighed, propping his pointed chin in the palm of his hand. He was sitting besides Gavin on the back porch of Uncle Jeff and Aunt Fallie's house. His mother was currently inside with Jeff while his dad was out doing something. The adults wouldn't tell him what. "Gav, c'mon, dude, I'm bored."

Gavin's green eyes flew to his friend, sparks flying. "My mom was kidnapped by some freakzoid and YOU'RE BORED?"

"Sorry, man." Dante mumbled shamefacedly. He rubbed his mop of curly brown hair, staring down at his feet.

Shadow leaned in the screen doorway, having heard the exchange between the two boys and sighed. Shaking her head, she retreated back into the house, needing to check on Jeff since if the man was left alone for more than a few seconds he began to destroy things.

He almost reminded her of Kane.

Speaking of, where the hell was her husband?

***

This was the most unexpected thing Steve Austin had ever seen. Kane, the Big Red Machine, was walking up his driveway. Granted, the man looked fairly normal in denim pants and a long sleeved gray shirt, the mask just distorted the overall picture though. Scratching his bald head, Steve meandered across the lawn, going to meet his old co-worker. "What're ya doing here, Kane?" He demanded bluntly, not about to beat around the bush. There was no love between them.

Kane cocked his head to the side, thoughtfully studying Austin, his odd eyes hesitant.

"C'mon son, I ain't got all day."

"The Undertaker has Fallon." Kane said slowly.

Steve snorted. "Again? You sure she didn't just up and finally go with him? They're married ain't they?"

"Divorced. For almost a decade."

"Heh." Steve shook his head, finally just shrugging. "That still don't explain why yer here. Want some consolation? Sorry he took her, hope she comes back alive." His nostrils flared when Kane's massive hand shot out, gripping his throat tightly. "Boy, you best be letting' go."

"If she doesn't come back alive, I'm going to hold you personally responsible, just because you ran your mouth." Kane growled dangerously, tightening his hold on the other man's neck. "He almost killed her last time."

Steve had to inhale a few times when he was let go, stumbling backwards. Rubbing his sore windpipe, he glared up at Kane. "Sorry, shouldn't of said that." He said finally, knowing Kane had always thought of Fallon as a sister. 'What're you wantin' from me then, Kane? I don't know where she is, I haven't spoken to Fallon since… 1999, I think." He hardly knew her. They'd seen each other at work and even once posed together on the cover of TV Guide when the magazine had done a printed special on WWF champions. Sure, him and Fallon had gotten along for the shoot, spent a little time together, hardly enough to classify them as friends.

Kane had asked himself this a million times already. It had been after he left Sorcha's that the wild, desperate idea had come to him. He knew the chances of it working were slim to none but it was something he had clung too, stupidly it appeared. "Mark hates you."

Steve just rose one pale eyebrow. That wasn't exactly ground breaking news. He hated Mark too. He hated how the man had actually believed he was the Undertaker. How he had bought into the dark side bullshit and lived it, forcing it on those around him. If only the fans had known the truth about their favorite villain, he wasn't acting or just following a script. He had literally taken what had been a mere idea and made it into a life style.

Oh yes, Steve hated that man with a passion.

But that didn't exactly explain why Kane was here.

"I know he does. What about it?" Steve finally asked, his tone gruff and folded his arms over his chest, wondering just where the hell this was going.

"Come out of retirement."

"What for? You really think he's gonna give up whatever he's doin' just because I show back up on the radar?"

"Provoke him."

A flare of sympathy shot through him at the note of pleading in Kane's raspy tone. Steve could only shake his head sadly. "I don't think that'd work too well, man. If everythin' that happened last time wasn't scripted like Vince tried tellin' people, then somethin' tells me 'Taker ain't gonna give a rat's ass about me, even if I did call him out."

Kane knew it had been a desperate hope and just reached up to pull on his hair, an animalistic noise escaping him.

"Hey, hey, none of that shit." Steve interjected, watching as the man quite literally ripped his hair out in agony. "How bout the police, ya try them yet?"

"Storyline." Kane whispered.

It didn't take a genius to translate that one. Vince had sold off that whole ordeal as something the writer's had come up with, making the blemish look like a brilliant idea. Vince had to be closely related to Satan.

"You know, I know somebody who might be able to help."

Kane's head shot up.

"Lemme call her." Steve then hesitated. "Actually, we'll probably need to go see her, she might hang up on me."

***

She was gripping the headboard tightly, her knuckles white. Fallon groaned, rocking her hips back to meet 'Taker's strong thrusts, crying out as he reached beneath her to stroke her clit, sending her spiraling into ecstasy. It took ever ounce of will power she had to not cry out his name, tears mingling with the sweat that ran down her flushed face.

'Taker didn't stop his ministrations until he himself had flooded her with his semen, roaring in his release. Feeling exhausted suddenly, he dropped on top of her, flattening her into the mattress and buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. "My love…" He whispered.

"Jeff."

Angrily, he ripped back on her hair, forcing Fallon's head back at an angle that was deadly. One quick move and she would be dead. "You really think he will want you now?" He hissed in her ear, smirking and licking away the tears that were streaming down the side of her face, wetting her hair. "Why on earth would he want you after you've so very willingly given yourself to me?"

"You didn't give me a choice!"

"Mmm… your beautiful body, it knew what it wanted while your mind screamed no, is that it?" 'Taker purred, viciously biting into her shoulder, groaning when his teeth broke skin, her blood seeping onto his tongue. Fallon's shrill cry of pain only made it all the better.

Fallon sighed in relief when he abruptly let go of her hair, dropping her face into the pillow. The bed groaned protesting against the Undertaker's weight as he got off of her, his fingertips burning a trail on her skin as he skimmed them down her spine. Everything he had just said was true and it broke her heart. How could Jeff ever forgive her for what she had done? Would he look past her transgressions and see that she hadn't had a choice?

It hadn't been a physical rape, 'Taker had made it clear he would always have her willingly.

But it was a rape of the heart.