"Kristine, you seem distraught today. Is something wrong?"

I looked over at Chyna and sighed. Chyna can read people like a book. She also listens to what people have to say, unlike dad and Shane, and she understands the situation.

"Nothing's wrong. I just had this weird dream last night."

"Tell me about it."

I told Chyna everything: the garden, the man, and the kiss. She seemed confused about what I was describing, but she understood.

"I don't know about you Kristine, but I have a bad feeling about this."

"You and me both Chyna. The one thing that worries me is the man."

"Why is that?"

"I caught a glimpse of his eyes; they were an acid green: just like Undertaker's."

"Okay: that is freaky. You should stay away from him. Just in case."

"You don't have to tell me twice."

"Kristine, where the hell are you?"

Our heads turned to see Shane standing in the doorway.

"Kristine, thank God I found you."

"Shane, what's wrong."

"Undertaker's in the ring with dad, talking about you."

"What does he want with me?"

"He wants you to take Stephanie's place as his bride."

"And if I refuse?"

"He says you'll end up like Stephanie."

"That mother fucker!"

"Where are you going?"

"To tell Undertaker face-to-face that he can't, and won't, have me."

"Kristine, he'll hurt you. Don't do this. Kristy!"

I didn't bother to listen to Shane as I left. Undertaker thinks he's going to get me, he can think again. No one threatens my family and gets away with it.

I got to the guerilla position and glanced at a nearby monitor. My dad was trapped in a turnbuckle by The Brood while Undertaker, Paul Bearer, Mideon, and a black guy stood in the center of the ring facing my dad.

"Vince McMahon," Undertaker said, "as hard as you may try, Kristine will be mine, one way or another."

My dad started shouting at Undertaker, saying "You stay away from Kristine, you bastard!"

Undertaker started advancing upon my dad and wrapped his hand around my father's throat. Oh hell no!

Shot through the heart, and you're to blame. Darlin' you give love a bad name.

I didn't wait for my theme to play; I was halfway down the ramp when my theme played. No one screws with my family while I'm around.

Mideon was the first on the attack. He tried to clothesline me, but I ducked and countered with a Sweet Chin Music. I turned around and Viscera, the black guy, punched me in my jaw. I fell to the ground, dazed and holding my jaw. Viscera grabbed me by my hair and threw me in the ring. Edge and Christian held me by my arms as Gangrel speared me. I fell to the canvas, holding my mid-section in agony; it felt as if I got hit by a truck. I crawled/backed into a turnbuckle as the Ministry advanced upon me.

"Well, well, well," Undertaker said, "looks like the little one has claws. You'll do just fine along side me and my Ministry."

That made me snap. There was no way in hell I was joining Undertaker and his Ministry. So I responded the only way I knew how: I slapped Undertaker in his face. Everyone, including my father, was stunned by my action. Undertaker smirked and advanced on me. Oh shit; may be I should have thought about that slap twice. Undertaker trapped me in a turnbuckle and pressed his body against mine.

"You like this don't you." Undertaker whispered.

"Fuck you." I replied.

"Is that an offer?"

I spat in Undertaker's face; this guy is one sick son of a bitch. Undertaker grabbed me by my throat and dragged me to the middle of the ring. The look in his eyes said "you're dead". The sound of glass breaking echoed through the arena. Steve Austin and Kane come running down the ramp like bats out of hell. Dad slid out of the ring as Austin and Kane jumped in, then all hell broke loose. Kane went after Mideon and Viscera while Austin got a hold of The Brood. I fought my way out of Undertaker's grip and gave him a Sweet Chin Music. I turned and saw Steve Austin and Kane getting their asses kicked. I tried to help my allies, but Paul Bearer got in my way. Suddenly, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, and Ken Shammrock slid in the ring and started whooping ass. The Ministry retreated up the ramp as we stood in the ring.

"Undertaker!" Dad yelled. "You think you can mess with me and my family! You'll be sorry!"

"And 'Taker," I added, "I ain't the lady to mess with."

Undertaker smirked at me while I gave him a look that said "mess with me and I'll fuck you up". When the Ministry was out of sight, we disappeared backstage. I went to the trainers to be sure I wasn't screwed up too bad.

~10 minutes later~

"Well Miss Kristine," the trainer said, "you're cleared of any injuries. You will be in pain for the next few days, so be sure to take some pain killers every now and then."

"Thanks. I hope I don't have to come here again any time soon."

"Ha ha ha. Have a safe night, Kristine."

I left the trainer and just walked around. I needed to clear my head; tonight was a crazy night. I was still processing what happened. Lost in my thoughts and not paying attention, I wound up in a dim-lilted hallway. That's when my memories of tonight attacked me, most of them about the Undertaker. His eyes, his voice, his touch.

"No. Stop thinking about him." I said out loud. But the more I thought about him, the more my memories burned into my mind.

"Stop please." I whispered as I slid down the wall. "Please make it stop."

Then I passed out.

~Mideon's POV~

I watched as Kristine passed out where she laid. It seems that our torment is taking a heavy toll on the girl. My lord will be most pleased with this news.