For Love or Gold

CHAPTER 6

"Even though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will see no evil, for you are with me…" The Anglican pastor read from his little black book as he presided over the two caskets that und over their freshly dug graves, waiting for the earth to encase them in her loving embrace.

Many people attended the Funeral, there were four rows of chairs for the family, as friends and co-workers stood around them for support. Kay sat in the middle, right up front with Dave as her side. They had not stayed far from each other during the last three days. It was hard for Dave to loose his father so soon, but it was harder for Kay, she had lost her mother as well.

She was being so brave, Dave had thought during this dreadful time, she had not cried once. But the looming breakdown was close at hand, he would be there for her, they needed each other right now.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we return to the earth once we came…" The Pastor spoke.

Kay looked at her father's coffin, he loved the deep cherry wood, it was evident all over the house back home. And her mother's, coal black, with black on black inlays of tiny pentacles all over the ebony wood. One would have to be looking for it to notice it wasn't just a pattern, that it had meaning, protection for the journey to the afterlife, and perhaps she would see her again in another life.

Both had large sways of white roses and lilies piled delicately over the coffins, they were from her mother's garden. It was her favourite past time, growing her flowers and herbs in back yard. Her table would always have an assortment of colourful flowers in a deep green vase on her kitchen table, not there would never be again. Or to hear her father laugh every time he got a fish hooked at the end of his fishing line, they would never go fishing at their favourite place again.

She wondered for a moment, had she ever told her father the truth? Did he know she was a witch and as their daughter? Mother never left anything for father to find, as far back as she could remember, it was always their little secret. Kayla hoped that she could marry someone in the same faith, at least she wouldn't have to hid it from her husband. She had only one serious boyfriend for a few years, but the relationship ended and they had left as friends. She didn't want to hide it as her mother did, she believed that she should have told her husband, the truth mattered to her so much, good or bad, it didn't matter.

"…And we bid Farwell to them, to be forever in the hands of God, Amen." He had finished the sermon.

Everyone sitting had stood up now and watched in silence as both coffins were laid gently down into their final resting place. People began to leave, Dave and his mother stood by Kay's side as the coffins were finally hidden, and the soil was being shovelled into the two gaping holes.

David's grey hair mother grabbed a hold of him, "We should be going, there's going to be a lot of people back home. I should make sure we have enough to eat."

"Ok mom…" he turned to his sister, "Ready to leave?"

"Not just yet…" He could see the tears being held back.

"I'll go get the car, ok?"

Kay nodded as Dave began to escort his mother back to the car, Kay stood there with her arms wrapped around her waist. She didn't want to believe that this was happening. Her mother was a powerful witch, why didn't she stop the accident? Did it happen too fast for her to react? She felt betrayed, betrayed that her gods didn't protect them. But she knew that the feeling wouldn't last, but it just hurt so much!

She could feel the ripping inside her soul, the pain was too much for her to bare. He came to her mind, she wished he was here right now. She needed to feel safe in his arms right now, she needed that security she felt every time he was near. There was no stopping the feelings she felt inside. She closed her eyes and thought of him.

"Mark…" She whispered as a tear fell from her eye, "I need you…"

Kay opened her eyes and looked forwards, there was nothing there. She felt disappointed and turned around, ready to leave and hide in her room, until she looked up and saw him standing right in front of her.

Mark stood still, his hands in the pocket of his trench coat, he was dressed in a black suit with matching black tie. No hat or headband on his head, but his dark long hair were braided back. The sombre and concerned look on his face told her all she need to hear. She threw herself into his arms and began to cry, he held her tightly, taking all of her weight into his arms.

He never said a word, he wouldn't know what to say. He could feel the trmors of sobs as she cried on. He held her tightly as she released her pain, he kissed the top of her head and held her close, he didn't like the feeling he was getting watching her suffer like this. But there was nothing he could do to stop her pain, just hold her and make her feel that she's safe. That's all he could do for her.

David helped his mother into the car, "I'll go get Kay."

"Don't be long, the longer she stays here, the worst it'll be for her." His mother replied.

"She'll be fine mom." He stood up from the car and looked around for his sister, his eyes grew large when he say him.

The man was recognizable from anywhere, there was no mistaking the Undertaker. Anger grew inside the Animal as he starred at them, the way the Deadman was holding her, it was way too close for comfort. Dave didn't like them being together before she left for Egypt, and now she's back in the country, she would be in great danger from that monster. And now he was holding her, pretending to be her friend.

David's face grew redder by the second, how convenient this is for the Undertaker. It would be easy for him to turn her mind, she was so vulnerable right now, and she would be easy pickings for him. Then, the thought came into his mind like a freight train, what if the Undertaker had something to do with the accident?

The Deadman was capable of many things, it would make sense. So close to Wrestle Mania, kill off the parents to get her back into the country, comfort the poor thing, and lead her into his darkness. He would use her against him for the belt. He would use her just to get a belt made of leather and plated gold. An object. The sick basterd would ruin her life for an object.

He watched in horror as his sister was crying in the arms of her parent's killer, it made him sick to his stomach to think that a normal person could be capable of such horror. There was no way Batista was just going to stand by and let this monster abuse Kay, couldn't he see she was hurting enough?

David began to march up to where they stood, there were still crowds of people as he walked by, trying to say hell, and share their condolences with him. Dave tried to be polite and kept his eyes on his sister, he had to look at one of the men who worked with his father, loosing sight of the couple. As Dave turned back to where they were, he no longer saw them. He ran out to where they were last standing and looked around, there was no sign of them anywhere.

A feeling of deep regret and fear filled his mind, he had taken her in her weakened state. Dave shouted in anger and frustration, that devil would take her back to his laid and brainwash her mind. He was too late to save her, he prayed that somehow she would get out, either way, Dave was going to make the Deadman pay for what he did. One way, or another.

To be continued.