What He Wants…

Rey took me to the hospital to get checked out before we went home. While I was there the police felt it would be nice to come and bother me with their questions. Of course I barley answered since I was crying most of the time and really couldn't get what happened out of my head. This man was torturing me like crazy, both physically, emotionally, and mentally. I wasn't too sure how much longer this would last.

That night, I went to sleep rather fast that night after Undertaker's attack. I was so worn out from the crying and energy I used being so scared, that I just wanted to lay there and die. As I slept, I found that I didn't really have a nightmare, but the events that happened with him just replayed in my mind…especially that kiss.

"Are you sure you didn't see anything?" my brother asked as he made me some chocolate milk that next morning.

I sighed, "I'm sure Rey, I already went over this with the police."

Rey nodded and then began mixing the chocolate syrup into my milk. He then tried to be slick and put something in my drink. I figured it had to be a sleeping pill so I damn sure wasn't drinking it. When he was done mixing it, he walked over to me and sat down in a chair next to me.

"I'm so sorry I didn't get to you in time…we were trying real hard to look for you." He said.

I nodded, "It's alright. He didn't really hurt me; it was just a very rough kiss."

He sighed and then went to hand me the glass, "Here, you need to drink this. It might help you get some rest."

I smiled slightly and then gently pushed the glass back to him, "Rey I'm going to be alright Ok? Stop worrying so much."

"No Rachel…you should really get some rest."

I looked at him not sure why his voice was starting to sound like The Undertaker's.

"Besides, I think daddy wants another kiss."

I gasped and stood up scaring the hell out of Rey. "What's the matter?"

"Um..nothing I just want to go to see Serena before she leaves." I said.

Rey sighed, "I don't think that's a good idea Rachel, you just went through something very traumatizing."

"Rey please, I just want to get out of the house for a little bit ok? I'll be fine. I promise," I said as I leaned down and kissed his cheek.

I then turned to head back up to my room.

"Well at least drink this milk Rachel." He said but I didn't come back. I just kept going up to my room so I could change my clothes.

I ended up putting on a blue jean skirt and long sleeved white t-shirt that had a low v-neckline. I then brushed out my hair, slipped into my black flip flops and headed out of the house. On my way to the hotel, I couldn't stop thinking about that kiss Undertaker gave me. Though it was rough and left my lips a little sore and swollen, it felt really nice. I had never been overpowered before by any guy, and yet, his kiss took complete control over me that night.

"I was so freaking worried about you." Serena said when she let me into her hotel room.

I sighed and sat down on her bed, "Yea, so was my brother."

"I don't blame him. From what I hear, the Undertaker completely blew the script when he went after you like that…did he hurt you?"

I shook my head, "No but he did kiss me."

She gasped, "He did! Oh my goodness so, you have been telling the truth about those nightmares."

"Of course I have. It just sucks that no one listened to me until now."

She frowned, "I'm sorry Rachel, but would you believe me if I told you the Undertaker was haunting my dreams?"

I thought about it for a second, "I guess not completely."

"Then you can't blame us for reacting the way that we did. Anyways, what is your brother going to do about this?"

"I'm not sure, for now all he can do is make sure I'm being protected at all times. Plus prom is coming up soon and I have no clue how that's going to work out."

"Don't worry Rachel, the Undertaker is only messing with you because he's pissed with your family. I mean he did the same thing to Stephanie McMahon remember?"

"Yea but he didn't actually kiss her. I'm really confused about that part." I told her.

She moved closer to me and then wrapped her arm around my shoulder, "He's just messing around with your head Rachel. Don't let it get to you ok?"

I nodded and then hugged her tightly. I so didn't want her to leave. It was like losing my best friend all over again. When she did leave, I went back to my house only to find that Rey wasn't there, however there was a gift waiting for me in my room.

Sitting on my dresser was a vase full of black roses. I slowly approached them and then read the card that was hanging from the vase. "To Rachel, from The Weaver of Nightmares."

I released the card and backed away from the Roses, remembering how the last one put me to sleep. I then decided to get rid of them, so I took the vase and threw it out of the window scattering roses all over the driveway. I then shut my window and went downstairs to watch TV.

For nearly a week I went every night without one nightmare. I guess he was done playing with my head and trying to piss off my brother. Still, I watched Smackdown that Friday just to see what he was going to do next. He was the first one out to the ring that night wearing that all black attire with the black cowboy hat resting on his head. He grabbed a microphone and waited for his music to stop before speaking. The kept showing clips of my aunt and the rest of La Familia sitting in the back watching him on the TV screen.

"Vickie…Last week I told you I wanted someone's soul from your family. You planned on giving me Rey, but you see, the Deadman has plans of his own."

The crowd cheered while my aunt folded her arms in the back.

Rey, you made the mistake of bringing your little sister to the arena, knowing that I was looking for the perfect victim…tell me Rachel…" he said as he looked into the camera. I felt chills going all through my body as he looked at me. "How did you like that kiss I gave you?"

In the back Rey went to charge at the door, wanting to go out and confront the Undertaker but the rest of the gang wouldn't let him.

"I know you're still thinking about it. How did it feel to have me pressed so close to your small frame? What was it like being kissed with so much power and passion?"

I bit my bottom lip trying to get these strange feelings out of my mind, but him looking at me only made it that much harder.

He smirked, "Vickie, if you haven't caught on to what I'm telling you…let me make it very clear. I want your niece's soul."

The crowd cheered loudly as the Undertaker looked around at them.

"Rachel Gutierrez, if you don't show up to Unforgiven this Sunday…I will come for you myself. If I have to do that…it won't be pretty my love. As for the rest of you…if you try to interfere, you too will feel my wrath."

I folded my arms and rubbed my sides, feeling so cold and worried at the same time. I had no clue what this man wanted from me and why it had to be me who suffered from this.

"So Rachel, if you are watching this…which I know you are. Be a good girl and give yourself over to the dark side because once I take what I want from you…and believe me I'll take it, you'll never be the same again. Your soul will Rest…In…Peace."

As soon as his music hit I picked up the remote and shut off the TV. I then got up and went upstairs to my room thinking about everything he had said. I was sure that my life was about to drastically change…I just didn't when…