I Want You

I wasn't able to sleep over those next three days out of fear that The Undertaker would haunt my dreams. Soon I wasn't able to keep my eyes open, and Rey caught on.

"Rachel?" he said one day at dinner. I had fallen asleep at the table without even realizing it. "Are you alright?"

I sat up and nodded, "Yea…I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You don't look like you've slept much lately." He said.

I sighed, "I haven't but it's ok."

He looked at me slightly confused, "Rachel, what's been going on? I'm really worried about you."

I shook my head, "It's nothing…you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me." He said.

I leaned my head against my hand and stared off into space, "I've been having nightmares…."

"Nightmares? About what?"

"The Undertaker," I said.

Rey's eyes widened and he came closer to me. "How long have you been having these dreams?"

"Ever since you first told me about him." I said as a tear fell from my eye. "I wanted to tell you but I didn't want to scare you."

He sighed, "Don't cry Rachel…look they're just dreams."

I shook my head, "No Rey, they are more than that…Josh stayed over here and saw me run to the bathroom and hide in the shower in my sleep…and look at this."

I lifted my shirt so he could see the scratch on my side. "How did you get that?"

"The Undertaker did that to me in my dream…and he cut a small chunk of my hair."

Rey shook his head and then smiled. "How cute…you're scared to go to Smackdown on Friday aren't you?"

I looked at him as if he was retarded, "What?"

"You made up this story just so I would change my mind about taking you to Smackdown. You know Rachel that would really suck if you didn't go…I bought you a dress and everything so you could be represented as my baby sister."

I blinked at him, "You bought me a dress?"

He smiled and went into the hall closet to get the dress. It was strapless and all white, stopping just above my knees. There was a top layer made of lace, with white rose designs all over it. I smiled and took it from him.

"Rey…it's so beautiful…" I said as I placed it against my body.

He smiled, "I really want you to go Rachel. It would mean a lot to me."

I sighed and looked at the dress. "Oh alright, I'll go…but promise me that nothing will happen to me."

"I promise sis. In fact, you'll be sitting in the audience like a normal viewer." He said.

I sighed, "You're giving me this beautiful dress for me to sit in the audience?"

He laughed, "No, I'm taking you out after."

I smiled, "Ok,"

He hugged me tightly, "Don't worry, everything will be fine. Go get some sleep ok?"

I nodded and then headed upstairs to go to bed. I went to sleep with a heavy heart, not wanting to go to Smackdown that coming Friday at all. That night I had another nightmare only this time it wasn't as scary as usual. I was walking through a graveyard wearing a silky black corset dress that flowed down my body hung a few inches off the ground. The straps were think and hung slightly on the edge of my shoulders. My hair hung down in curls, resting on my bare chest. I wasn't wearing any shoes, so my feet felt somewhat cold walking in the grass. I looked around as I walked through the graveyard searching for The Deadman. I kept looking until I heard a song being played in the distance.

"What is that?" I asked. "It's so…beautiful."

I turned and walked toward the direction of the music. It got louder and louder until I reached a big tree that had a small campfire lit near its base. I wasn't sure where the music was coming from but it was definitely close. I approached the fire slowly just before hearing The Undertaker's voice from behind me.

"Hello my sweet," he said.

I turned around and faced him, "You…why do you keep haunting my dreams?"

He smirked and then slowly walked up to me, placing his fingers under my chin and looking at me deep in the eyes. "I thought that would have been answered already my dear…as I said before…" he walked around me until he was directly behind me. He moved my hair from my chest, gently brushing his fingertips on my skin. He then rested one hand around my waist and pulled me close to his body, and the other on my shoulder. "…I want more than just your soul." He whispered against my ear. I closed my eyes and tried to resist his touch, but he was making it so hard.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" I asked.

He chuckled and brushed his lips against my earlobe and then on my neck. Chills went down my spine and my blood began to rush through my body.

"Undertaker…please stop doing that." I begged.

"I thought you wanted to know what more I wanted from you?" he said. "I will be gentle…I promise."

I gasped and pulled away from him, realizing what it was he wanted. "How dare you!"

He laughed and stepped towards me again, "You will be mine Rachel…one way or another."

"Why me though?" I asked. "I have nothing to offer you and I have nothing to do with that stuff with La Familia."

"Of course you don't, but that's why I chose you." He said as he ran his fingers through my hair. "Your family doesn't appreciate you as much as I would…"

I pushed his hand away and then went to make a run for it, when I fell into a grave. He looked down at me with a wicked smile on his face. "Come Friday night…I think you'll find that I'm not joking with you. You are the one I want…and I Will have you."

I ended up waking up that next morning feeling real worried about going to Smackdown. I had no idea what the Deadman had in store for me…