For Love or Gold

CHAPTER 8

The room was in chaos as the elements of nature ran its rampage in the master bedroom, Mark couldn't get through the wind barrier that was whirling around Kay as she sat up on the bed, motionless. The need to be at her side was uncontrollable within his body, but the wind wouldn't let him threw. There was only one way to get to Kay's side.

He melded into the darkness and reappeared on the bed at her side, he could now tell what she was saying over the roar of nature as it pounded away within the room. She was calling for her parents.

Mark moved his hand in front of her face, her eyes never reacted to his movement. It was apparent that she didn't know what she was doing, her powers were running wild as it responded to her grief. Kay was in a sleep walk like trance, she had no idea she was doing this.

Mark gently took her into his arms and tried to sooth her, calm her before she destroyed the house. Her rigid frame was cold to the touch, damp with sweat from her excursion. He placed one hand over her head and closed his eyes, he began to whisper to her, using his own power to calm her and make her go back to sleep.

The ground stopped its shaking as her body grew limp, the wind stopped, causing everything in the air to fall back onto the ground. The high flames turned back into the little candle flames that were once before, it was just the water that was still spurting out of the broken taps.

He looked back down at the witch in his arms, her eyes were closed and she was fast asleep. Mark laid her back down on the bed and covered her with the covers, she needed all the sleep she could get. He looked around the room, it was in terrible shambles. With a though and a touch of his mighty power, the room and house reverted back as it was before.

Mark decided that he should stay with her this time, perhaps he could stop the next outburst should it come. He wrapped his arm around her still form and laid beside her over the covers. He kissed the top of her head and held her close during the night, he couldn't stop from watching her sleep without another interruption.

As the morning sun rose into the air, its rays found their way into the room and seem to make her face shine. Mark gazed deeply at her, the unnatural feelings were building for this creature, and he just couldn't understand it. The more time he spent with her, just near her, made him want her even more. Sometimes he had thought of taking Kane's advise and just take her, but he couldn't look into those betrayed eyes, ever.

He felt her body move from under the sheets, he looked back at her, her eyes were beginning to open. Those beautiful dark brown eyes starred back at him with a smile, she seemed a lot better than yesterday.

"Good morning…" He whispered as he returned the smile, "Did you sleep well?"

She nodded to him and began to stretch, then moved around to face him and curled up in his embrace. He pulled her closer, he could feel her warm breath on his chest.

"How long did I sleep for?" She asked quietly, to not disturb the atmosphere in the room.

"Just the night, hungry?"

"No, just tired. I think I had a dream where I was being chased by Poppa Smurf."

He kissed her head again, it was evident that she had no clue on what happened the night before, "You should eat something."

"No…not right now, I still feel a little nauseous. But I should be getting back to the house. I have to empty…I have to get all of mom's witchcraft stuff out of the house before Dave and I get it ready for sale. Dave and I no longer live in Washington, it would be useless to keep it."

"What are you going to do with your mom's stuff?"

"I'll take it home with me, I'll just send it though through magic express." Kayla snuggled closer to him, she really didn't want to lave at this moment.

She truly did feel safe in his arms, there was an unknown comfort about him each time she was with him. It seemed that he was good therapy for her, she so desperately need him right now.

Even though she would give anything to stay in his arms, the call of the real world was to great for her. She finally raised herself from the bed and stretched once more, she looked back and him with a smile on her face.

Mark leaned over and traced her face with his finger, "You look like shit."

Kayla busted out laughing, "Gee thanks."

Mark couldn't help but smile as well, "Do you want to take a shower or anything, before you go?"

Kay though for a moment, the though taking a shower in his home, with him close by, she could trip in the shower…he would have to help her…"No, it's ok. I have everything at my Parent's place. I really should get this over with."

Mark sat up on the bed and took her hand into his, "Need a hand?"

Kay smiled, "Yeah, she has a lot of stuff in that back room." She looked at him and smiled, "Thank you."

He looked at her with a puzzled look.

"For being here for me, I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here…"

"I would do anything for you, you know that."

"I do."

He leaned over and brought her head, he kissed her again on the head, she wished he had kissed her on her lips instead. Mark raised himself from the bed and gave his grand body a good stretch, he hadn't slept a wink during the night, but then again, he didn't require sleep like the humans did.

As he released his stretch, his black funeral apparel turned into blue jeans and his biker sweater, black bandana to complete the look. Kay had hoped to get a peek at his body during the change, but she couldn't see anything, too bad.

"We should get this over with, then." Mark turned to her and grinned, he looked handsome in anything he wore.

Kayla slipped her boots on and looked around for her jacket, Mark stretched out his hand towards her and her jacket appeared in his hand.

"Thanks," She looked up at him, she pulled out her cell phone and turned it on, there was three messages on the phone, two from Dave and one from Emma.

"Dave called last night, so I shut your phone off." Mark pulled out his leather trench coat out of his closet.

"He always worries, believe it or not." Kay grinned as she listened to the messages, "I've seen him get sick over stupid things before."

Mark froze and looked back at her with a stern look, "You shouldn't tell me personal things about your brother."

Kayla looked over at him and closed her phone before she could listen to all the messages, "Why? What's the big deal?"

She didn't like that serious look he was giving her, she had seen it only a few times, her first encounter with the Deadman, then when he drained the Vodu in the cave. It was the visage of what he was, the Reaper.

"Because I am the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Belt."

Kay thought for a moment, "You're going after Dave's belt?"

"Yes, at Wrestle Mania. That's why you shouldn't tell me anything personal about him. I want you far from this match as possible."

"That's fine, hey, I really respect that, thank you."

He extended his arm to her, "Ready to go?"

His face had changed back to that beautiful smile of his, the one that would send delicious shivers down her spine.

She took his hand into hers and smiled, "Yeah, let's go."

To be continued.