For Love or Gold

CHAPTER 17

The Undertaker sat in silence as he starred intently into the fire before him, the house was dark within, the fire in the hearth was the only low source of light. The light of the moon would not enter the solemn domain of the Deadman.

He had left the moment Dave had run into the hallway after Kayla, she was so disgusted with him that she couldn't wait to get out of there. Now he knew why Vince made it so important for him to come, the Animal had hit it on the nose with that one, why else would he risk his sister's wellbeing so close to the evil Undertaker? Smart move.

He didn't bother to get out of his suit, he didn't care anymore. It hit him so hard when she looked into his eyes, he'd thought for sure that she wanted him for just a moment, then it disappeared as fast as she did. He could have said something to her, no, he had said enough.

She was staying away from him, just as he had wanted. No, that was another lie. He didn't know why he just didn't tell the truth, instead, he just played her with words, he wasn't lying. He would have killed Batista's parents, and definitely use his sister like a piece of meat dangling over a line, ready for the kill. He would have done it, if he hadn't met her.

Kayla burned herself into his soul, even as he tried, he never got the little witch out of his mind. Even now as he tried to keep her away from him, his soul and body yearned for hers. If human love was so wonderful, why did it feel like a hot searing axe burrowing itself deep into his chest? The witch had bewitched him, he would be hers till the end of time. This was going to suck shit.

The flames grew brighter as the fiery form of his brother appeared before the Deadman, a maniacal grin displayed on his abnormal face. The Undertaker was not in the mood to deal with his antics.

"Not now, Kane." The Deadman said in his low and raspy voice, "I'm not in the mood."

Kane smiled as he crossed his hands and paced a few times, starring constantly at his brooding brother.

"You know, I never liked that suit on you, it kind of reminds me of that fuck head looser American Bad Ass, oh what's his name…?"

"Fuck off Kane…" It was a growl this time.

Kane slammed both hands on top of the armrest of the great chair and shoved his face just inches away from his bother's , the Deadman raised his eyes to meet his brother's angered eyes.

"You fuck off! You're sitting here, dressed in human clothing, sulking around like your girlfriend dumped you! You're acting again like a pathetic human…" Kane shouted.

The Undertaker grabbed his insolent little brother by the neck with one hand and slammed him against the mantel, Kane just grinned.

"Yeah…" Kane's smile grew, "There's the Deadman, I remember him…"

Mark released him and took a few steps back, "If you're here to torture me, just get it over with."

A frown came on Kane's face as he approached his bother and placed his hands gingerly on his shoulders, "Oh, but brother, I'm not here to torture you. I've come to help you release your pain, like you helped me. You can still have everything you want, even the witch."

The Deadman turned around and starred at Kane, who simply smiled like a child ready to receive a treat.

"What are you thinking now, tell me you didn't do anything again…" The Deadman was still unsure as to how stable his brother was.

"Hey, I'm just saying that you can kill two birds with one stone." Kane waited until he caught the Deadman's attention.

Kane walked over to the couch and sat at the end, "Hey, nice and soft…"

"Get to your point, Kane." The Deadman was tired, pissed and moody, and Kane was just tipping over his last nerve.

Kane gave him a grin, "When you get into the ring with Batista, just suck his soul dry when you get him in a chock slam, when he falls, they'll think he died of a heart attack or something stupid like that. Then they'll be no one to stand in your way when you take the little witch."

"I am not going to kill her brother and make her my slave, Kane." The Deadman voiced up.

Kane raised himself from the couch, his face was back to the angry grimace he had before, "Do you hear yourself? You may just sit on the side lines when I'm out there and say what you want, but at least I know what I am, and what I will always be! You keep on forgetting that you are just like me! A Grim Reaper! We answer to no one! We take what we want and we feed on the rest! They are nothing but cattle to us, and you know it!"

The Deadman let his brother rant, it seamed that the truth was a harsher judgment for him. Kane's face sadden as he crept closer to the Undertaker, "I understand the pain your feeling for this girl, and trust me, it gets worst if you don't do something soon. The only way to stop the pain, is to just take her. You're going up against him for the belt tomorrow night anyways, what better place to get him out of your way and take both prizes! Think of it Brother, you take your gold, and your woman. No one would stop you."

The Deadman starred at his brother, "You think I can just take her…"

Kane pointed to the portrait over the fire, "He would do it in an instant! You're thinking too much like them, you're not thinking rationally! There is no such thing as love for our kind, we know only hate, pain, and fear. Trust me, once you have her, you'll be better off. You won't feel that jabbing pain in your chest like you do now."

Why did he always make sense, but never for himself? The Undertaker had not thought of his actions contributed from his close contact with the humans, but with one. He wasn't setting off forth to become one, it suited him to just look like one, to blend easily into their world. Until she came into his.

The Deadman looked up at the portrait, yes, he would do that. It was true that they never felt love, or would live like the humans. They were not human, and it was about time that the Deadman began to think as to what he is. He was a monster, a presence of evil that lurked in the shadows, a force to be feared. He was known for a Decade of Destruction, and he and Kane were the true Brothers of Destruction.

The Phenom would do it, to stop the agony he felt inside, anything to kill this pain. But, what of Kay? How could he do this without causing her more pain? He knew what he would do, she couldn't hurt if she didn't know. He would have to wipe her memory clean, start with a fresh slate. He would have to do it quickly, he knew she would fight back, but he wasn't going to hurt her. No, he would make her happy in her new life. After all, there would be no one left to miss her after Batista wad dead, he's just a human.

The Undertaker starred back at Kane with that old menacing grin, "I'll do it. Tomorrow night, I'll kill Batista and take the belt. Then, I am going to take Kayla as my dark bride. No one could when I took Stephanie McMahon, there won't be anyone there to save her."

"That's the one I'm talking about!" Kane shouted with glee like a child, "We will terrorise everyone again, this time it's no mercy!'

The Deadman grinned at his bother, "Thank you Kane, you've reminded me once again that we should always be true to ourselves, and to hell what the foolish mortals think."

":Aw…" Kane gave an evil smile, "…I've missed you."

To be continued..