Chapter 2

Kane slid from the ring, catching the Undertaker before the snake could slither off, head-butting him. The mask both protected him and injured 'Taker, watching his brother reel away, a hand to head. He was tempted to continue the assault, but knew his valet was probably packing her bags. Sighing, he retreated backstage.

Paul was calming himself with a Twinkie, licking the cream from his fingers. "Jaxine! You made it!" He crowed through a mouthful.

"You son of a bitch!!" She shrieked, amber eyes lit on fire as she stormed over and slapped him across his pudgy face, a mean handprint on his cheek as the Twinkie went flying. "You left me out there and fed me to the wolves!!" She was absolutely livid and it took A LOT to piss her off. "That's it, I'm done Paul!! You can take this job and shove it!! Because of your stupidity and cowardly ways, Kane nearly got destroyed out there!!" She was already heading for the door, shaking from pure rage.

"And now that the Undertaker has decided there's something about you he likes, who's going to protect you?" Paul called after her, smirking when he seen her halt. "Oh yes, my dear, he must indeed have seen something about- or maybe ON- you that intrigued him. You could always run of course." He added politely. "But he'd just follow you. Given enough incentive, Kane would more then be willing to fight on your behalf. Unless you'd prefer to get to know his arsonist brother personally?"

She turned around to face him, tears in her amber eyes. "What exactly have you gotten me into, Paul?" She demanded, the anger in her eyes quickly turning into fear as she swallowed hard. "Undertaker is his brother? Don't you think I should've been inclined to KNOW that bit of information?!" She wanted to kill this fat bastard, but knew he was right. She didn't want to be in the Undertaker's grasp and jumped when the door flung open, stumbling back and landing on the couch, seeing the rage in Kane's eyes.

Kane looked between them; he obviously hadn't missed the tension and inhaled slowly. He glanced at Paul, seeing the blank look on his father's face and hurled a chair towards him.

Paul DROPPED to the floor, barely avoiding getting his face creamed with steel, and whimpered out, "Kane..." The whimper turned into a whine. "Kane, it wasn't my fault."

"You...ran..." Kane's voice was a horrid, rasping croak.

It broke Jaxine's heart to see Kane in agony, knowing his father was a no good scoundrel who was probably using him. She slowly walked over and hesitantly pressed a hand to his chest, staring up into his mismatched blue eyes. "Kane, calm down." Her voice was warm and soothing, running her hand up and down his chest. "Please, calm down." She wanted the big man to maim his father, but also knew that wouldn't be good all around so she had to find a way to calm him down.

Kane was clearly startled, staring down at her like she was an alien, something he had obviously never seen before. Hesitantly, he placed his hand over hers, gently removing it from his torso and stepped away, nodding.

Paul slowly sat up when he realized no more chairs would be coming his way, arching a black eyebrow at what he saw, trying hard not to smile, somehow managing to pull it off.

Jaxine sighed with relief when she seen he wasn't going to take her head off, a small smile crossing her face, and glared over at Paul. "You're lucky. Next time, maybe I will let him hurt you." She whispered while Kane searched through his bag, knowing he wouldn't overhear her before sitting down on the couch, touching the back of her neck and closed her eyes. Her scar...Jaxine shook her head and pulled her hand away from it like it'd just burned her before wrapping her arms around herself. "When are we leaving?" She demanded. "I want to leave this place."

Kane stood up, duffel bag in his hand.

"Now, apparently." Paul used the bench to push himself to his feet, huffing and puffing. He grunted when Kane tossed his bag into his arms, staggering backwards.

Kane stormed out of the dressing room without looking back.

Jaxine didn't wait for Paul's fat ass to keep up as she followed Kane, keeping her eyes lowered to the floor, trying to keep up with him. She knew they were heading back to the hotel and couldn't wait to sink in a nice hot bubble bath. The thought made a smile cross her face as they walked out into the cool night air. Kane was driving as they arrived at the car, opening the door, and slid inside the back, deciding to let Paul have the front, giggling inwardly. Kane wouldn't like that, she was sure of it.

Paul didn't like it and shot her an angry look, reluctantly sliding into the front seat alongside his son, wishing he wasn't afraid. It was easier to control Kane when he was calm and not freaking out about losing his life. "Kane," He began in his whiny voice, whimpering when Kane merely growled from the back of his throat, immediately snapping his mouth shut.

He stood atop the arena, watching with narrowed eyes as Kane's car pulled out of the parking lot. "Hmm." He stepped back from the ledge, ignoring the wind as it whipped his hair back.

"Good night, Kane." Jaxine softly said once they arrived at their hotel rooms, which were side by side, a connecting door adjoining them.

There was NO way she was allowing Paul to stay with her and walked inside one of them, closing the door behind her and flipped the lock on it, sighing with relief. Jaxine kicked her heels off, smirking when she heard Paul's whiny voice from the other room, shaking her head. The fat man would really have to kiss some major ass to get out of this one. She couldn't believe the mess she'd gotten herself into and flipped the light on, walking over to the bed and slipped her fishnet stockings off. She took the clip out of her hair, letting her black tresses cascade down her back in curly waves, reaching her middle back. When it was straightened, it went past her waist.

"Kane, she's not safe by herself." Paul insisted, sitting on his bed, keeping his face to the wall as Kane changed into a pair of black sweat pants. "It's too easy for him to get into one of these rooms, you know this."

Kane growled at the reminder, but agreed. He wasn't however going to share a room with her; she'd probably die of fear or something. He picked up a small black club and knocked on her door.

Paul arched an eyebrow, wondering if Kane realized his scarred chest wasn't hidden and smirked somewhat.

Jaxine sighed as she rubbed her feet, snarling at the knock on the connecting door. She walked over reluctantly and unlocked it, opening it, and seen a huge black club thrusted into her hands. Her eyebrows furrowed before looking up at Kane through the mask, smiling gently. "Thank you. Get some sleep and don't kill your father." She patted his chest, not even seeing the scars before closing the door behind her, wondering what the hell the club was for. She shrugged and set it by the bed before unzipping her dress, desperately needing a shower.

He was tempted to break through the window and pin her to the wall, just so he could examine her interesting little birth mark some more. 'Taker instead stood outside her window on the grate and watched as she slid out of her dress, his hands shoved in his jeans pockets. Not tonight. He would wait. Though having seen Kane's obvious and completely oblivious attempt at affording her some sort of protection had been amusing. She apparently had no clue what was going on.

After her bath, Jaxine changed into a lavender nightgown that went to her knees and brushed her black hair out. Her fingers brushed against the scar on the back of her neck, biting her bottom lip, instantly pulling her hand away. She couldn't stop the memories from overtaking her as she closed her eyes, hearing her father's roars of rage in her head.

Her mother had died soon after she was born, due to a car accident, but Jaxine knew better. Her father had killed her mother and, after that, he planned on killing her. She remembered the night he came home and raped her, at the tender age of six, and gave her the scar that now adorned her neck. He burned her arms, legs, stomach, all over her body, but they all disappeared except this one. She lifted her hair and looked in the mirror, tears spilling down her cheeks.

It was in the shape of a cross, though it looked more like a T than anything, seared into her pale skin, a permanent indentation and reminder of what her childhood was. Her father was a bible thumping, church worshipping bastard who didn't understand the world at all. When she was seventeen, Jaxine made a run for it and never looked back, leaving her life behind and started over.

Kane frowned, rolling over and over in bed, trying to sleep but it was impossible with Paul Bearer's deafening snoring. Finally he gave up and slid out of bed, opening the door and stepping out into the hallway, breathing a sigh of relief at the silence. He tensed when the lights flickered, wondering if something was shorting in the wires, relaxing somewhat. He turned around, halting when he came face to face with a stony faced big brother.

Her thoughts broke as Jaxine turned around, hearing a thump outside her door, raising a slow eyebrow before standing from the vanity mirror. She grabbed the club in her hand and made her way toward the door, her heart beginning to pound in and out of her chest rapidly, swallowing hard. Mentally counting to three, Jaxine ripped her door open and gasped, dropping the weapon and ran to his side. "Oh my god Kane!!" She covered her mouth with her hand, her black hair over her shoulder, knowing there was no way she could lift this man and drag him into her room. "Damn it! Kane wake up!!" She looked around as the lights flickered again, that chill running down her spine, and focused her eyes back on him.

"Kane won't come too for at least an hour." He said, his green eyes narrowing when she seen him, standing at the end of the hallway, just watching her. "Who are you?" He demanded, wondering if she was a demon Kane had summoned just to torture him. He was in front of her before she could blink, his hand gripping her chin and forcing her to look at him, staring into her delicious eyes.

Jaxine's eyes widened as the fear consumed them, swallowing hard as she tried stumbling back, not able to scream because she couldn't find her voice. She was trembling from head to toe, remembering earlier when he touched her scar and glanced down at Kane, knowing he was out for the count. She took a step back, her amber eyes boring into him, searching his very soul even though she wasn't meaning to. 'God Kane PLEASE wake up!!' Her mind screamed as she opened and closed her mouth, but nothing came out.

He stepped after her, casually kicking his brother out of his way, not even looking down, and backing her into the room. He closed the door quietly behind him. "I asked you a question." He said softly, his voice deceptively gentle, his green eyes intense, searching her face. "Who are you??"

Jaxine winced when she seen him kick Kane, hating that he was in pain, but her eyes never left the Undertaker's. What was she going to do, scream and hope someone came before he demolished her? Jaxine was smarter than that as she kept backing up, stumbling over the vanity chair before holding it in front of her. "You have no right to be here." She finally spoke, her voice carrying a gentle soothing tone, her eyes never leaving his. She took another step back with every step he took, swallowing hard, knowing she was running out of room to go and fast.

"That very seldom stops me." He said, mocking her by using the same tone she did, his baritone making it infinitely more dangerous though. "You will tell me who you are and why you are here. With Kane." He ordered pinning her to the wall, indeed she had run out of room. His hand shot out, wrapping around her throat though he didn't squeeze. "Answer me." He whispered.

She closed her eyes, her heart hammering inside her chest as she felt his hand around her throat, knowing if she didn't answer him, she would end up dead. She wasn't going to die for an old fat man and took a deep breath, bringing her hand up to wrap around his wrist, her eyes opening to stare into his once more. "Jaxine." She answered softly, trembling against the wall and him, not able to pull away from his hypnotic green eyes. "I was hired by Paul as Kane's valet. Nothing more." That's all she'd been told, though she knew it wasn't the entire truth. Paul hadn't been able to tell her the rest due to Kane, not wanting him to know apparently. What a loving father he was.

"Paul hired you to be Kane's valet..." He echoed in a whisper, his green eyes not giving away what he apparently thought of that. "What a sly move. I suppose I forget how his mind works." He traced a finger down the side of her face, once again studying her eyes. His nostrils flared for a moment before turning her around, pressing her to the wall, moving her hair away from her neck. "How did you get this?" He demanded gruffly.

Now it was time for Jaxine to panic as she ripped away from him, stumbling over her feet as she landed on the floor, holding the back of her neck. "I'm not telling you that." She stated emphatically, crawling back away from him until her back hit the wall near the bed, her eyes widened as she cringed against him. "Please, I don't want to talk about it." It was too painful and she hadn't talked about it in years. She was hoping this monster would leave her alone and leave her room, though she would die before revealing to him why she had this scar.

He could see the pain clearly etched on her face, feel it rolling off of her in waves, but did not care. He caused others pain, but very rarely did it affect him. Over the years too many things had conspired against him, grinding away at what had been left of the man and just leaving this...the Undertaker. "Do you realize you bear my symbol on your person?" He asked, watching her as if she were a curious little bug he was considering stepping on.

"Your what?" Her eyes narrowed slightly, wondering what he meant by that, and suddenly pulled her hand away from her neck. "This is from an awful childhood memory and nobody's business, but my own. I don't know what you see, but it's not your symbol. I don't even know you." She cringed when he slowly made his way toward her, swallowing hard, trying not to let the tears slip down her cheeks that'd formed in her eyes.

He reached under the shirt he wore, pulling out a black cord, swinging a T with an X over it before her. It bore a strange resemblance to her scar. "It looks quite a bit like this and I'm curious to know why." He recognized it as a burn scar, he'd put too many on his brother not to know what they looked like. He also knew it had been purposely inflicted though not by her. Now his curiosity was really burning.

"That looks nothing like my scar." She stated, shakily getting to her feet, raking a hand through her hair and wrapped her arms around herself. "I'm not telling you." She was standing her ground, flat out refusing to talk about her past and jumped on the bed when he made a grab for her. Jaxine looked over at the door, sighing when he blocked it, knowing there was no way out and she was trapped. 'God I need to get out of here!!' She thought frantically, her amber eyes narrowing at this man as she touched the back of her neck. She didn't want to admit it, but he was right, the T of his symbol was identical to her scar. What a coincidence.

He shrugged, laying the necklace out on her bed. "Have it your way." He murmured, stepping out of her room and over the now coming too Kane. He would leave her with all that to think on, knowing he had plenty of time. She wasn't very likely going away. If she did...she wouldn't be too hard to follow.

Jaxine dropped to her knees on the bed, staring at the symbol on it, and shakily reached out to pick it up. She could hear Kane waking up and rushed over, shutting her door silently before lifting her hair to examine the scar on the back of her neck, holding the necklace up with it. "Oh my god..." She whispered, putting her hair back down and looked down at the symbol, a T with spikes on either side of it near the bottom. Jaxine swallowed hard and shoved it in her bag before slipping under the comforter, not answering the door when it was knocked on. She pretended she was asleep as the silent tears coursed down her cheeks.