Chapter 5

The following day, Jaxine was up before the Undertaker, dressed in a pair of blue jeans with a black tank top and white tennis. She contemplated running for the door, but then Undertaker would hurt Kane and she couldn't allow that. So she stayed and made some coffee, needing to wake up. She only slept for no more than five hours at the time, six max. Sighing heavily and being silent as to not wake him up, Jaxine sifted through her bag before pulling out his symbol, examining it. She still couldn't believe she'd kept it and bit her bottom lip, wondering if she should toss it. She slipped it back in her bag and pulled out her notebook, beginning to write her thoughts down, something she'd been doing since she was a child.

He had woken the minute she had gotten up, a light sleeper and not happy. He slept long hours when he could because he normally went a few days without sleeping at all. He'd expected her to run the first second she could and had been surprised when she didn't; popping open an eye to see what she was up too. When there was a timid knock on the door, he cursed loudly, "GO AWAY!"

He could hear Paul Bearer shrieking outside the door, "'Taker, you can't keep her!"

Jaxine's head snapped up and stood up from the bed, walking toward the door and groaned when Undertaker stopped her harshly. "I'm not going to run." She assured him, pulling away from him, deciding she could only talk from where he'd stopped her. "Paul, Kane is safe as long as I stay with him! I'm willing to do that! Go back to Kane and tell him I'm fine!" She called through the door, ignoring Undertaker's deathly glare, refusing not to say something that Paul could tell Kane.

"Has he hurt you?" Paul wailed through the door, screaming like a little girl when the door flew open and he was face to face with a tired, irate Undertaker. His scream drew several maids when he was thrown backwards into a wall, putting a hole through it, the people in THAT room beginning to scream.

"Heavy bastard." 'Taker snarled, rubbing his now aching elbow after slamming the door shut, glaring at her. "WHAT were you thinking?"

"I wasn't going to stand here and be mute! Kane has a right to know that I'm safe!" Jaxine shouted her hair down and straightened as it hugged around her waist. As long as she was stuck with Undertaker, she was keeping it down, regardless. "I didn't run, doesn't that prove something to you?" She shook her head and walked away from him, going back to sitting on the bed and back to her notebook. She honestly didn't care if Paul ever got up from his injuries, knowing he was only using and manipulating his son to do his dirty work. She'd seen it clear as day.

"KANE doesn't need to know you're safe!" He bellowed; temper flaring from being woken up so early in the morning and the fact that she was being belligerent, not too happy with the attitude. "He needs to sit in his little dark bedroom, hold his fucking teddy bear and worry himself into an early grave over you!"

Jaxine stared at him in complete shock, not believing what he just said. "You are sick and heartless!" She shouted, the anger flaring in her amber eyes and rolled away when he went to grab her. "Don't touch me!" She was irate that he was angry at her for trying to let Kane know she was alright.

"I will do whatever I damn well please and you'd best hope I don't do it to you!" He snarled, more then living up to Paul's earlier warnings that he was a dangerous man. "Maybe you haven't noticed yet Jaxine, my little mentally scarred child, but this is NOT your world, it's MINE."

"Screw you and your damn world!" She shrieked and lifted up the chair, tossing it at him before running out the door, slamming it behind her.

Running as fast as her tennis shoes could carry her, tears flying behind her; Jaxine could not believe what he'd just called her. She was leaving this place and was glad she'd grabbed her bag when she'd rolled away from him. He was going to come after her as she took the stairs, screwing the elevator, hoping Kane would be alright without her. She couldn't worry about him right now; she had to worry about surviving first and foremost.

He was right behind her, an athlete in his prime, his boots echoing loudly on the steps as he chased after her. Before she had even turned the flight, 'Taker's hand snapped out, catching her by the back of her neck and hurled her into the wall, breathing heavily with barely suppressed rage. "Have you lost your mind, girl?" He hissed dangerously.

Jaxine cried out as her back hit the wall, her heart thundering against her chest and smacked his hand away from her face when he went to grab her chin. "I didn't ask for this! I didn't ask to be involved in this!" She hissed out, ignoring the pain in her lower back, swallowing hard with angry tears in her eyes. "I am not a child either, you asshole! I'm thirty years old for your damn information!" She hissed right back, that's what had pissed her off the most, him calling her a child. She HATED it.

So she was only a few years younger then he was, how quaint. It didn't change a damn thing. "I don't care if you asked for this or not. The fact of the matter is, you took a job from a man you didn't know and got yourself involved in it, unknowingly, but still involved. You have a choice, Jaxine. You can walk away and go home..." He stepped back, gesturing towards the stairwell exit. "And wait to hear about Kane's death on the evening news, or you can stick it out with me until I grow bored."

"You son of a bitch..." She shook her head in disbelief, a tear sliding down her cheek, her heart too good and true to let an innocent man like Kane be murdered by his own brother. "I hate you. I hate you so much for making me do this." She stated before storming away from him down the hallway toward his hotel room. She entered, seeing it was cracked open, and slammed it in his face before storming inside the bathroom, slamming that door and flipped the lock on it. "Leave me alone you bastard!" She shouted through it, her voice shaky as she backed away from it, more tears falling.

She was stuck where she was and she would have to do whatever he wanted, the thought making her shiver with dread.

Shrugging, he looked around the room and began packing his duffel bag. "Hurry up and finish your cry. We have a flight to catch." He ordered through the door, tossing clean clothes for himself on the bed. He quickly dressed, dark blue jeans and a black button up shirt, running a brush through his hair until it practically gleamed in the morning sunlight. "NOW!"

Jaxine ripped the door open and stormed past him, shoving him away when he grabbed her arm, and stumbled back as he stalked toward her. "Stop it!" She closed her eyes, holding her hands out, remembering how she'd calmed Kane down and wondered if it would work on his brother. "Undertaker, I can walk on my own, I won't run again, y-you have my word." She stared deep into his green eyes, not touching him though she was reaching the depths of his soul with her eyes. Her mother had been the same way, according to her father.

He stared back at her, an eyebrow arching and his upper lip curving into a snarl. "Nice parlor trick." He said after a moment, breaking the eye contact, not about to let her know it had worked. "Tell me, did you use it on Kane?" His tone implied her using more than just the 'trick'.

She wanted to slap the taste out of his mouth, but refrained keeping herself calm. "I'm not answering that." She said softly, her hands remaining up, and she could tell she'd calmed him down even though he didn't want to admit it. So the Undertaker did have a weakness. "I'm not saying anything else about Kane so you can use it against him." She then walked past him toward the door, knowing they had a flight to catch.

"Too late." He muttered, following her.

~!~

Paul actually had to sedate Kane with a mild tranquilizer to get him onto the plane after having told him about Jaxine being in the Undertaker's hotel room, all night and had he could hear her screaming through the door. Kane had flown into a rage, which had been what Paul wanted. Knowing that rage would still be there after the effects of the tranquilizer wore off, Paul was smiling as he sat beside his catatonic son.

~!~

The entire ride to the airport and the plane ride, Jaxine didn't say one word to the Undertaker, deep in her own thoughts. She hoped Kane was alright and sighed heavily, dropping her head, wondering how she was going to get out of this, IF she was going to get out of this. Undertaker said he'd keep her until he got bored...what if he never did? What if he wanted to torment her for the rest of her life about her childhood and sick demented father? She physically trembled in her seat and already missed her apartment in Chicago, not even caring that it was a complete shithole. She sighed when the plane landed and they drove to the hotel in a rental, again not saying a word.

The stop at the hotel was just so he could change in peace, not feeling up to having to watch his ass while nude. He left her in the main room and disappeared into the bathroom, emerging nude a moment later to order more towels from hotel service, apparently either forgetting she was there or just not caring.

Jaxine's eyes were in her notebook, not even realizing he'd come out of the room until she heard the door shut, knowing it was almost time to go to the arena. She sighed and slipped it back into her bag before standing up, biting her bottom lip. She knew she couldn't go to the arena like this and pulled out an outfit to wear, having a feeling she was going to be Undertaker's new valet. Black and purple. "I don't think so."

About a half an hour later, Jaxine emerged from the bathroom in a blood red tank dress with silver hooped earrings and that same cross necklace she wore her first night. Her hair down with blood red lipstick on her lips and black eyeliner outlining her eyes. She decided no eye shadow, not wanting to look like a raccoon and ignored the contempt on Undertaker's face as she walked over to slip her black knee high boots on that were two inches.

He snorted, pulling his wrestling boots on as he sat on the bed. "Do you miss him?" He asked suddenly, bending down to lace them up, glancing at her through a curtain of black hair, the teardrop under his eye visible against his pale skin. "Kane, I mean. Obviously you care for him, or you really are a glutton for punishment. What has he done to deserve your loyalty?"

"He wasn't mean and cruel to me and forced me to do things against my will." She answered promptly, standing up and tossing her bag to the side before walking over to stare out the window. She did miss Kane; he was like a big older brother, a protector. She'd never had that in her life being a lonely child and whatnot. Though she detested Paul and didn't care what Undertaker did to him, she would do anything to protect Kane from being hurt though.

"I haven't forced you to do anything against your will. You always have the option to leave." He said smiling in a way that bared all his teeth, standing up to his full height and tossing his hair back over his shoulders. "Feel free too at any time." He chuckled darkly, shouldering his duffel bag and looked at her. "Are you ready, Jaxine?" He asked his tone polite.

"Fine, he never manipulated and blackmailed me, better Rigamortis?" She shot back and glared before storming past him, grabbing her leather jacket on the way since it wasn't exactly warm outside and she had a feeling they'd be going on a motorcycle ride before the night was over. She sighed with relief when they ended up taking the rental car and Jaxine merely stared out the window, her porcelain skin practically glowing in the night. She didn't say another word to him and kept her eyes either in her lap or out the window.

"Now be honest, what is it about Kane that has you protecting him?" He asked again after awhile, not looking away from the road. "He seemed to be doing just fine before you showed up. You come along and distract me to the point of trying to crucify him, how is that being helpful?" He mused aloud. "Though I suppose Paul would be the one to really blame for that."

"He's being manipulated by that wretched fat ass for a father!" She stated heatedly, refusing to look at him, shaking her head back and forth. "I don't care what you do to Paul, you could light him on fire for all I care, but as long as I'm with you, you can't hurt Kane and that's all I want. I don't know why I'm protecting him." She wasn't going any further, pursing her lips together, sealing them shut.

The fact was Kane needed affection and her heart broke every time she looked in his mismatched blue eyes and seen the torment residing there was also a factor.

"You're right; I won't hurt Kane as long as you're around." He said bluntly, though the idea of lighting Paul on fire had taken root in his mind. He owed her a thank you if he ever did it. "Hmm." He lapsed into a silence that lasted until they reached the arena. "I want you to stay in my dressing room." He instructed gravely. "I have business to attend too that doesn't concern you."

She was more than happy to stay in his dressing room, but then a thought crossed her mind. What if Kane came and looked for her? "I have to go with you." She stated, not getting out of the car, staring back at him. "Please tell me you're not that dense." She winced when his green eyes flashed dangerously at her, knowing she'd better make a point fast. "Kane is going to be searching for me; don't you think the first place he'll look is your dressing room?" She asked, hating herself for this, but she had to protect Kane and bit back a smirk when the Undertaker cursed under his breath. "But if you really want me to stay in your dressing room, alone, without you and have Kane come looking for me, be my guest." She then slid out of the car and shut the door.

He gritted his teeth before relaxing, a smirk forming now. He stood in front of Jaxine, staring down at her, taking in her red and black garb, knowing she had done it to show support for Kane and to piss him off. It had worked, for awhile. 'Taker reached out to take a strand of her hair between his fingers, rubbing the silky lock gently. "You will stay in my dressing room." He said softly, not breaking eye contact. "And when he DOES come looking for you, you had better do everything in your power to convince him you WANT to stay with me, understand?"

She stared at him through wide eyes, pulling away from him, shaking her head in disbelief. "I'm not doing that! Are you crazy? He'll think I betrayed him!" That's exactly what Undertaker wanted and she hated him even more, dropping her head forward. "I can't believe you're making me do this." She whispered, deciding she would tell Kane what SHE wanted, not what he wanted as they walked inside the arena.

Jaxine sat on the couch and leaned her head against the wall, wishing she would wake up from this terrible nightmare.

He had stayed long enough to drop off his bag, leaving her alone in the room with a last warning. "Remember, for his sake, you'd better convince him." He cautioned, closing the door behind him. He cracked his knuckles in the hallway, shooting a passing newbie rookie a penetrating stare when the rook just gawked at him. A second later said rookie was sprawled out on a broken table. 'Taker was already disappearing around the corner.