For love or Gold

CHAPTER 9

It was sunny out in Washington, the neighbourhood was alive as children played on the empty streets, people were walking their dogs as a few joggers took the warm day as an opportunity to exercise outdoors. Kay had said that she wanted to walk down her street, and tell Mark a few bits of her childhood growing up in the suburbs of the state Capital.

She held onto his arm as they walked, she occasionally pointed out a friend's house, or a kind elderly woman who always made candy apples for the children on Halloween, or Mr. Johnson's house, where each year he would hold a block party at Christmas.

Mark just kept silent as Kay recalled the time that she and a few friends were caught behind her best friend's shed with a cigarette, they were only ten at the time. They had to smoke the whole pack, it made them all sick.

They finally stopped in front of a country looking home, complete with a brink path leading to the well kept porch. There were trees and brushes that lined the walk way, it was a cute little home, perfect to raise a family.

Kay looked up at him and grinned, "What do you think?"

Mark looked over the building, "I like it, I think this place suits you well."

Kay took the lead as they walked up onto the porch and stopped at the door, she pulled out her keys from her jacket and selected one.

"I had a great childhood. Even though I was sent to Salem for school, I always came back for summer vacation and holidays. We never lost track of each other." Kay turned the key and opened the door, it was quiet in the house, it made her uneasy, there should be life in this house.

Mark placed his hands lovingly on her shoulders, she took a breath and continued into the house. She laid her keys on the small table at the entrance, they always left their keys there. She giggled to herself, once her mother had grabbed her father's keys, dad had grabbed Kayla's, both were late for work.

Tears fell from her eyes, they would never grab them by mistake again. Mark moved closer to her and began to rub her arms with his hands.

"We better get this done." Mark whispered, she nodded in agreement.

Just as Mark turned around, he didn't see the closed fist connecting with his jaw. The attack was sudden, they had no idea that there was someone in the house.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" Kay jumped back in surprise as she saw her brother jump on top the Undertaker and began to thrash him severely.

Mark wasn't going to just take this lying down, "Get the fuck off me, punk!" He threw a shot of his own, almost breaking Dave's nose, but the animal was relentless.

"DAVE!" Kay shouted as she tried to pull her brother off the Reaper, but she hadn't the strength to do it, and she didn't want Dave to invoke Mark's wrath, "Get off him!"

"I'll kill you basterd!" Dave shouted as he punched full force onto the Deadman, Mark was starting to get really annoyed by this, it would be nothing for him to take the animal down right now.

"GET OFF HIM!" Kay shouted again, but her brother wouldn't listen to him.

She could feel Mark starting to bring forth his power, she had to stop both of them before anything bad could happen, mainly what could happen to Dave if the Deadman got pissed enough.

All witches cast protection spells upon their homes, each spell conjured differently so that only the home owners could use it in case of an emergency. Kay was glade for it, she remember the spell her mother had cast when she was a small child, when they had first moved to this home.

Kay's eyes turned black as she called for the command word, it would end this fight in a moment.

"SANCTUARY!" She shouted, the house obeyed her command.

A flash of light surrounded the home, and in a moment, Mark was looking back at Dave's fist that was held in mid air. He looked at the crazed animal, his expression of rage and hatred was frozen in time. He tried to get up from the uncomfortable pose, but found that his shirt was clutched tightly in Batista's other hand.

"What the hell is this?" Mark asked as he got out of the grip and stood, still amazed that Dave was still in his attacking pose.

"A Sanctuary spell. All witches have on cast on their home, it gives a new meaning to house security." Kay walked over to her frozen brother, "I really wish he could keep his temper under control."

Mark pulled down his sweater and readjusted his coat, "I think I should be going, I don't think your brother likes me very much."

She looked back at her brother with a disappointing look, "I'm sorry, I really don't know what brought this on, but we are definitely going to talk about it!"

The Deadman smiled at her, "Don't be too hard on him, he doesn't like the fact that we're friends. He doesn't trust me, you know? And he has good reason for it."

Kay smiled back at him, "I know, I just wish he would listen to me, he thinks I have no idea when it comes to you."

Mark grabbed her gently and pulled her close, to give her one last embrace before he would leave, "Hey, don't take it so hard, you see a side of me that they never see, and I'll never show them either. I have an image to take care of…"

"When will I see you again?" She held on to him, wishing that he could stay with her.

"I'll drop by in a few days, I'm sure the two of you have a lot of things to get done in the next few weeks. But if you ever need me, just say my name."

"Thank you, for everything." She held him tighter.

He kissed her one final time then released his hold, her eyes never left him when he walked out the door. After he was finally gone out of sight, she turned at the problem at hand.

Dave was still frozen in time, once released he would fall on the ground completely confused. What the hell was she going to tell him?

She sighed one final time, "RELEASE!"

Dave continued his attack, "I'll rip your…what the????"

Sure enough, he fell on the floor, Kay couldn't help but let out a giggle as Dave sat on his ass looking around for his foe. He looked up at Kayla with a confused looked on his face.

"Where the fuck did he go?" He demanded.

"He left. I don't think you tried very hard to make him welcomed." Kay tried to smile, but Dave's angered face drove the laughter out of her.

The animal got onto his feet and looked around again, then turned to his little sister, "He is never welcomed in this house!"

Kayla could feel the hairs on her back stand on end as her own anger was building, "Who the fuck do you think you are telling me who I can and cannot have in this house!"

"That thing is a killer! He's killed before and he'll kill again! You don't have a fucken clue to what he's capable of doing! He's using you Kay! He's going to use you against me, like he did with our parents!"

Kay took a step from him, "What did you say?"

"I know he killed them Kay, deep down I know he was the one who caused their accident! He'll kill or use anyone he can to get the belt!"

Kay shook her head in disbelief, "No, he would never…"

"He's killed his own manager! Paul Bearer is dead, the Undertaker buried him in a cement coffin! If he is capable of killing a long time friend and mentor, then he has no problems killing our parents to bring you back here and use you to fuck me up!"

She didn't want to believe what her brother was saying to her, she didn't want to believe Mark would ever do anything to hurt her. He had always shown the opposite, saving her from the Vodu, and just being here for her now. It broke her heart as Dave lashed on of the Undertaker's horrors, she wanted to tell him to shut up, to stop telling her these lies about Mark, but she stood frozen, a tear running down her eye as her brother tore apart her love for the Reaper.

To be continued…