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Chapter Three:

Kit lay motionless in her bed, the hotel room was quiet. She lay on her back; one of her legs was propped up under pillows and wrapped up. Her head wound was re-bandaged. Her back hurt like hell, so did her head, in fact her whole body hurt. The pain killers were wearing off, but Kit didn't move…she stared at the ceiling. She was still shocked about her brother helping her. He attacked Chyna, and helped her!

Slowly she turned her head, flinching slightly at the pain in her neck. The clock read 12:30 am; she sighed as tears began to fall from her eyes as the pain worsened. Small moans of pain escaped her; the pain was getting worse and worse. She closed her eyes and tied to steady her breathing. But it wasn't helping, suddenly and idea entered her head. It was a very long shot, but what had she to lose?

"Undertaker," she said softly, just above a whisper. "Please…if you can hear me. I need you."

Pain shot through her back, and she rolled on her side. Kit curled up and held her-self wanting the pain to stop. She gasped softly when she felt a hand on her shoulder, she looked up with her tear filled eyes…and there he was. Gently she reached up to touch his face, he was real, she wasn't dreaming. She sighed softly as her pain slowly melted away as he held her.

"You came,"

He didn't reply, but he answered her by his actions. He pulled her closer to him and placed a kiss upon her temple. Kit heard a sigh as he stroked her cheek. "Please stay with me?"

Undertaker opened his eyes and looked into hers; he sighed softly once again and nodded his head "As you wish." He watched her lay her head against his chest and close her eyes. His one hand gently stoked her head while playing with her hair. Slowly her eyes began to flutter closed; he could tell that she was trying so hard to stay awake.

Her hand clung to him as though she was afraid. Was she afraid to sleep, afraid to dream?

Yet, she wasn't afraid of him?

Undertaker couldn't help the feeling of surprise and confusion that overwhelmed him. Why wasn't Kit afraid of him? There was something about her, something that made him want to stay; to hold her, to protect her. She clung to him much like a frightened child would. That moment it hit him, how vulnerable she really was…how fragile she really was.

Until that moment the urge and the need to protect her never felt stronger.

~A few weeks later~

Kit returned to the WWF despite people telling her that it was too early. But more than half of that locker room applauded her due to her match from last week. She had proven herself in the past, but her match with Chyna, put all doubts about her not being able to hold her own through the wall. She smiled as she received hugs and handshakes.

But Kit's demeanor quickly changed when she came around a corner and saw her brother and Shawn. She quickly turned around and headed another way hoping that they didn't see her. But Shawn did.

"Kit," he called to her as he went after her. Kit's speed increased as she tried to get away from him "Kit wait!" She ran down the halls as fast as she could.

She came around a corner only to be grabbed from behind and pulled into a darkened room. She hit the floor with a thud.

"KIT" Shawn called but when he came around the corner she was gone. He sighed heavily before turning back around to go find Hunter.

Kit looked around the room; it was completely dark except for the blurb of light coming from under the door. Kit froze; someone was behind her she could hear their heavy breathing. They came to stand very close behind her. She heard the person take a deep inhale, as though…they smelled something they liked.

Kit reached by the door looking for the lights, and she found them. With a flick of a switch the lights turned on and the darkness receded till it was gone. All that was left on the floor…was a blood red rose.

The petals of the rose looked as though they had been burnt, and very recently. She reached down to pick up the rose "Ouch!" the rose dropped from her hand, one of the thorns was freshly stained by her blood. Kit winced as she inspected her finger. Gently this time, she picked up the rose and headed to the locker room. She set the rose down on one of the benches as she looked through her bag for a bandage.

"Kit," her heart leapt at the sound of that familiar voice. She turned around and saw Undertaker standing there. She smiled at him and stood up from the floor.

"Hi,"

He frowned when he saw her bloody finger "Rose thorn…cut my finger." Gently he took her hand in his, quickly inspecting her injured finger. Kit gasped softly as he put her finger in his mouth, softly sucking on it. Kit had to fight back a small moan; she could feel his tongue against her finger. Undertaker pulled back "Um…I could have just put a band aid on it."

A moan escaped her as Undertaker pressed his lips against hers, his arms wrapped tightly around her. The kiss was quick, but affective "A simple hello would have sufficed." Kit said causing Undertaker to smirk.

A shiver ran down Kit's spine, this man was too sexy for his own good. "Yeah…I'm gunna go find that band aid now." She quickly walked away from him to avoid being taken into his arms again.

Undertaker's eyes caught the rose that lay abandoned on one of the benches. He picked it up, his eyes narrowed dangerously when he noticed the rose was burned slightly at the tips of each petal. He suppressed the growl that wanted so bad to escape.

"Hey," he heard her soft voice and turned to face her. "Are you alright?" She asked coming closer to him.

He sighed softly when he looked into her eyes. He couldn't resist those eyes; gently he pulled her into his arms. His face very close to hers and suddenly there was a rapid knocking at the door. Kit groaned and went to answer the door while Undertaker hid.

She opened the door to see Vince, "Vince? What-what are you doing here?"

He walked in and seemed a bit nervous. "Kit I need your help," She rolled her eyes and rubbed her temples.

"Why don't you just get my brother who is becoming your lap dog?"

"Listen, the Undertaker…this…this Ministry he is starting up. It's powerful!"

Kit knew where he was going with this "No," Vince looked at her like she was crazy "No, you want to go down that road you get my brother not me."

Vince stormed out of the room; Kit flinched when the door slammed shut.

Kit moaned softly when she felt two large hands rubbing her shoulders. "Do you know what he wanted?" She sighed and nodded her head slowly.

"I know exactly what he wants. He wants YOUR ministry." She sighed once again as she rubbed her sore temples, Vince always gave her headaches. "Vince wants power, and your ministry is the highest form of power in this business now."

Kit jumped slightly when she felt his hands upon her shoulders. She looked up into his eyes, his green eyes staring down at her. Slowly his lips met hers; once again her heart seemed to leap out of her chest. This time, the kiss was gentle and tender, but it still made her heart beat like a wild fire. "I must leave you now, but only for a short while."

Slowly she nodded, all the while never taking her eyes off of him. Undertaker's hand slipped from hers as he walked back into the darkness from whence he came.