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The Monster Returns

Sleeping in the bed next to Mark was like a dream that night. He held me in his arm like his own personal charm, keeping me safe and secure. I had fallen into a deep sleep while he ran his fingers through my hair over and over again. I was certain that this was the right decision for me and my unborn child…sure that he had truly changed…until I opened my eyes that next morning.

I thought I still would be in his arms but I wasn't. I opened my eyes with a smile until I realized that I wasn't in the hotel anymore…in fact, I was sitting on the ground in a dark, cold dungeon with my arms shackled above my head. I thought that maybe I was dreaming but then I saw someone sitting next to me. He was much bigger than me with really short black hair and muscular arms…with tattoos that were oddly similar to Mark's. His arms were shackled to the wall like mine and he wore black shorts and a torn t-shirt. His head was down and his eyes were closed, leading me to believe that he was sleeping.

I looked around the room trying to find a camera or something but all I saw was a door. I started shaking the chains trying to get free when the man's head lifted.

"Don't bother Serena…you won't get free."

His voice brought chills into my soul. He sounded so much like Mark…who is this guy? I glanced at him trying to get a good look at him, only to find that he even looked like Mark…Exactly like him!

"W-What are you doing down here?" I asked.

He sighed and leaned his head back against the wall. "I tried to stop him…but it looks like he got to you anyway."

"What are you talking about?" I asked starting to feel very confused.

He sighed and looked at me with eyes I didn't quite recognize. "Serena…I'm Mark…the Undertaker's twin brother."

My eyes widened in horror, "What?"

"It's true. My brother has been playing you the entire time." He said.

I shook my head, "I…I don't understand."

"My brother is the ruler of the dark ministry…he went after you to get back at Stone Cold." He said.

"So why are you down here?" I asked.

He looked into my eyes with deep sorrow, "I was trying to stop him…foil his plan before he had a chance to get to you but his minions attacked me and brought me here. I didn't think it was fair that you were manipulated like this when you didn't have anything to do with this."

I sighed as tears began to fall from my eyes, "I feel so stupid…how could I fall for him like this. He tricked me twice!"

"Don't be upset…my brother has great power over women. All he had to do was touch you once and he had you in the palm of his hand. His powers are deadly too…I'm surprised he didn't kill you as pissed as he was with Steve."

I sighed, "Am I missing something? I thought this was all over a title shot."

Mark glared at me, "No way darlin' there is much more to the story that what you think. You see about three years ago, Steve got a hold of the Undertaker and placed him in a locked coffin. He then set that coffin on fire in hopes to be able to rise to the top. My brother stayed dormant for a long time, but when he came back…he was ten times more powerful than before."

"I can't believe this…"

"Well believe it girly…how far along are you?" he asked.

I closed my eyes, "Almost seven months…"

"Damn." He whispered. "And how old are you?"

"Eighteen." I said as I started to cry again. "My life is falling apart…"

He sighed, "Don't worry…I'll think of something. Besides, my brother doesn't deserve a woman like you."

"What do you think he's going to do with me?"

Before he could answer, the door clicked and swung open. I closed my eyes against the bright light that was stinging them before hearing the voice of my baby's father.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty." He said as he stepped into the dungeon.

I opened my eyes as he stopped in front of me, looking down into my eyes with his cold stare.

"You bastard!" I screamed. "How could you do this to me?"

He laughed, "How could your dear foster father try to get rid of me? After all, he was warned not to piss me off…and that's just what he did."

I shook my head, "You're a coward…how could you go after an innocent young girl?"

He smirked and bent down so that he could look at me closer, "I don't know if you're innocent." I tensed as his fingers traced down my chest and onto my cleavage. "After all…you gave me your body so easily."

"Leave her alone Taker!" Mark yelled. "You and I both know you used your magic on her!"

The Undertaker smiled and glared at his brother. "Ok…maybe I did but still…her mind was so easy to get into."

"You're sick." Mark said. "At least let her out of those shackles!"

The Undertaker's eyes narrowed as he looked into the eyes of his brother, "Why are you so concerned for her welfare?"

"She's pregnant with my niece you asshole! Let her go!" he yelled.

He stared at him for a moment and then waved his hand over my shackles. They instantly released my arms before he grabbed me and stood me up.

"Come on darling…we have things to discuss." He said as he led me to the door. I yanked my arm away from him with fury.

"Don't touch me! I can walk on my own." I snapped.

He laughed, "Perfect…you've got the attitude of a queen…just what I wanted."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He stepped up to me and gently traced his finger down the side of my face, "Once you give birth to our child…I'll finish the process I started."

"You bastard! How could you do that to her!" Mark yelled as he fought to get out of his shackles.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Don't you remember the sacrificing ceremony? You received a mark on your chest binding you to me forever. Unfortunately the pregnancy stopped the process…so once you've given birth to the child…I'll make you mine."

I shook my head, "No…I refuse to belong to you!"

He smirked at me and then grabbed my throat, squeezing the air right out of my lungs. "If you keep refusing me…I'll make sure you don't live long enough to raise this baby. Are we clear?"

I nodded as a tear fell from my eye. He released me soon after and then grabbed my arm again.

"Wait…release him," I told him as I looked back at Mark.

The Undertaker glared at me, "Why?"

"He's already served his punishment. You have me now so there's no need to keep him down here." I said.

He glanced at his brother and then back at me, "What's in it for me if I do release him?"

I looked down at my belly and then smiled, "I'll behave like a good bride to be."

Slowly he walked up to me and then gently placed his hand behind my neck and pulled my lips to his. When he pulled away he looked into my eyes and whispered, "If you don't behave…I'll make sure you and him share a grave…understand?"

I nodded and then watched as he released Mark from the shackles.

"Welcome back to the ministry, brother." He said before taking my arm and pulling me from the room. I glanced back at Mark who stared into my eyes with what seemed to be a plan brewing.