"Okay, now that food has been cooked and we are all here, tell us what you've been up to," said Gangrel.

"Not much of anything," said Kerrianne.

"Except bugging me," chuckled Bret.

"You could've tossed me out of your house when ever you felt like it, so there," said Kerrianne

"True," said Bret.

The night went on with Kerrianne answering the many questions her old friends had for her. Bret and David left the hotel room around one in the morning. She closed the door behind them and locked it before she headed down the hall to her room to go to bed. She sat in bed thinking about the first time she had come into the WWF in 1994.

"Well, I'll be damned. You actually signed the contract!" said a familiar blonde wrestler.

"Shut up Owen," said Kerrianne sitting down next to him.

"Ouch, Kerri, that hurt," chuckled Owen.

"Now who is this lovely lady you have there Owen?" asked Shawn Michaels walking over.

"This is my sister, Shawn," said Owen eying the man.

"Didn't know you had another sister," said Shawn eying Kerrianne.

"If you wish to keep your eyes in your head, I suggest you look elsewhere," said Kerrianne glaring at Shawn.

"Ouch. Cold," said Shawn walking off.

"Now I remember why you are my favorite sister," laughed Owen.

"Yeah, go say that at the next family get together and see how well that goes over," laughed Kerrianne.

Kerrianne smiled at her brother. She was smarter than Owen in one aspect; she would never verbally announce that he was her favorite brother. Actually, she really didn't have to verbalize that she had a favorite; they all knew that Owen was her favorite.

"Come on. You got your first match tonight!" said Owen standing up.

Kerrianne stood and followed him down the hallway towards his dressing room.

Kerrianne turned off the bedside lamp and turned over and fell into a deep sleep thinking about her brother.

"I miss you, Owen," said Kerrianne as she fell asleep.

Mark sat in the bed staring at the wall across the bed from him. Michelle had long since fallen asleep. He slipped out of the bed and walked into the living room of the hotel room. He sat down on the couch and thought back to the first time he had seen Kerrianne.

"Ouch. Cold," said Shawn walking off.

"Now I remember why you are my favorite sister," laughed Owen.

Mark was walking down the hallway towards catering when he had caught the tail end of their conversation. He knew Owen's voice from anywhere. He chuckled at the statement he had said, thinking it was Ellie or Diana. As he turned the corner he caught sight of the woman Owen was referring to, and it wasn't either sister he thought it was. This was a girl he had never seen before.

She stood up and followed Owen down the hall to his dressing room. Mark thought about following the two of them but he had to go over a few things with Paul Bearer before the show started.

Mark sighed as he thought back on that memory. Kerrianne got hurt a few months after that. She broke her neck interfering in one of Owen's matches. Owen was devastated when he found out that he had hurt her, however unintentional it was. She was gone for over a year before she came back in 1996.

It was at the Royal Rumble that year that she had come back. He had a match against Bret Hart. She had come back and was at ringside with him. He almost lost that match because she was so distracting.

Mark heard movement behind him and turned to see Michelle standing there.

"You okay?" she asked her husband.

"Yeah. Couldn't sleep. Go back to bed, I will be there soon," said Mark.

Michelle nodded and walked back to the room. He heard the door close and turned back around to face the big windows in front of him. He started to think about when AnnaBell had 'disappeared' from the WWF only to return with Gangrel.

"Owen, your sister has been absent from a few of the events in the past month. Can you give us a little insight into what is going on?"

"If I knew I would tell you. But she has cut us all out of her life," said Owen.

The Brood's music keyed up in the speakers around the arena. The fire ring lit on the stage and the three members of the Brood rose from the floor. Edge and Christian walked forward while Gangrel stayed behind. The Brood had made their presence known earlier in the month, but this time they had another person with them.

She stepped forward out of the fire and linked arms with Gangrel. They walked down the ramp to the ring. Edge and Christian held open the ropes for her to climb through. Gangrel did his ceremony before entering the ring and taking the microphone from Christian.

"Owen, I do believe I have found something you have been looking for," said Gangrel.

"Hand her over," said Owen.

"That is not my decision," said Gangrel. "If she wants to be part of your family she is free to go."

"Anna, come on. Let's go," said Owen.

AnnaBell was dressed in a white flowing gown that went all the way to the floor. It was low cut in the front and had a slit in the front that went up to mid thigh, if she moved just right would fly open.

AnnaBell looked between her brother Owen and the Brood. She smiled as she turned back to Owen. She walked over to him and placed a kiss on his cheek and stepped back. Owen reached out his hand to take her from the ring. When she grabbed it she catapulted him into a flip, with him landing on his back.

Gangrel smiled as she stepped back from Owen and into his arms. "Looks like she has made her choice."

All the members of the Brood left the ring, and Owen staring at his sister as she walked up the ramp on the arm of Gangrel.

Mark chuckled slightly at this memory. It wasn't long after that The Ministry of Darkness angle was going to start. AnnaBell was still a wrestler, but never wrestled. She became Gangrel's pet. She was always with him. She would accompany the Brood to the ring; she would even accompany Edge and Christian to the ring, sans Gangrel, a few times.

January of 1999 finally rolled around. The Ministry would make its debut in the WWF.

Gangrel was sitting in The Brood's locker room, waiting. AnnaBell walked into view of the camera. She smiled at him and sat down on his lap.

"Tell me what is wrong," she said.

"Nothing is wrong. Everything is right," smiled Gangrel.

AnnaBell looked confused but didn't question him. Edge and Christian walked into the locker room and sat down. Gangrel nodded at them before he stood up. Both men stood and followed him out of the room, with AnnaBell bringing up the rear.

Gangrel linked arms with AnnaBell immediately after exiting the room. He had a tight grip on her hand, like he was afraid to let go of her. They stopped in front of the Undertaker's locker room. Edge lifted his hand and knocked on the door. The door swung open to reveal Paul Bearer.

"Who is it?" asked The Undertaker from inside the room.

"It's them," replied Paul Bearer.

"Let them in," said Undertaker.

Paul moved to the side and all four of them walked into the dark room. Paul closed the door behind them and walked back to where he was sitting before. AnnaBell looked around the room and took in who was there: The Undertaker, Paul Bearer to his left, The Acolytes to the right, Mideon and Viscera. AnnaBell took and involuntary step closer to Gangrel, who tightened his grip on her hand.

"Well," said Undertaker.

"Everything is going according to plan," said Gangrel.

"Good, good," said Undertaker, eyeing AnnaBell. "And who is this?"

"AnnaBell," said Gangrel tightening his grip even more.

"Come, girl," said Undertaker.

AnnaBell looked at Gangrel, who reluctantly released his hold on her. She slowly walked over to where the Undertaker was sitting. He stood up and started to circle around her. AnnaBell could feel his eyes on her; she didn't like it. She tried mentally sending a message to Gangrel to call her back, but he avoided eye contact.

"She's perfect," said the Undertaker. "She is a fine gift."

AnnaBell's head jerked up and looked at the Undertaker, who was smiling. She turned to face Gangrel, who was leaving the room. Panic flashed across her face and she tried to run after him.

"NO!" she shouted as Bradshaw grabbed her. "PLEASE! NO!"

The door closed in her face. Bradshaw pulled her back to where she was standing. She turned to face the Undertaker, who had a sadistic smile on his face. He stood and walked over to her, he ran the back of his finger down her face, which she jerked away from.

"You will find peace here soon enough. I can tell you, I will be a better master than Gangrel," said the Undertaker.

The camera cut to Jerry Lawler who was going on about Gangrel handing her over into the clutches of the Undertaker.

Mark sighed as he thought back through the stolen moments with her in the locker room before the match when it was just the two of them. He shook his head to free it from those thoughts.

That was a long time ago, he thought. I've got Michelle now.

Mark stood and walked back down the hall to the bedroom and climbed in bed. He had a restless sleep; his dreams were filled with Kerrianne's face, with her smile.