A/N: DariaM this chappie is for you and Souless666 I hope you become inspired by this one.

Despite the lies that you're making, your love is mine for the taking, my love is, just waiting, to turn your tears to roses- Whispers In The Dark

If someone would have told Abeebah a few short years ago that one day she would be sneaking into a business tycoon's temporary office space because said business tycoon screwed her over she would have probably laughed in their' face. If they told her that she'd be doing it with the help of only her youngest sibling and Abeebah would likely laugh harder. And if someone told her that'd she would be doing it in retaliation of an assault not just on herself but her siblings as well then she'd be liable to slit their' throat.

By no means was Abeebah prone to fits of violence. In fact the darkest Johns thought resorting to such measures on the first go was artless and truly demeaning and unsatisfying on a level that was beneath her. Yet, somehow someway one gutless maggoty infested worthless son of a bitch had driven her to this point. 'But hey no use in crying over spilt milk', the eldest horseman thought looking at her 'victims' through the crack in the bottom of the bathroom door that was conveniently situated across from the boss himself, who sat surrounded by policemen.

'Dumb ass thinks I'm stupid enough to go through the front door', she thought seeing that the 'suits' weren't even in possession of night vision goggles. Unbidden the horsemen's first lady felt her plump lips quirk. She had to admit had it been anyone else they probably would have. 'But unfortunately for them I'm not most people', she thought self decrepitly, 'I'm the frostiest femme fatale they'll ever know and the baddest bitch in the land'. Standing to her feet Abeebah looked up at Evan who was situated in the ventilation opening above her head.

Without having to say a word her sibling handed her a pair of rubber gloves he had pilfered from the trainer. She put them on and then Evan handed her a pipe he had managed to get while they had be scaling the ducts above. Since they had been planning on the fly there wasn't any real time to consider other options. Abeebah grimaced at the gangly yet effective weapon. Evan rolled his eyes at the look his sister was giving the pipe. Sometimes he just didn't understand his sister, if it gets the job done then there was no need for finesse.

Under the weight of her mask Abeebah smirked, amused by the amber eyed boy's irksome mood. Despite her own simmering temper the horsemen's first lady still found her younger siblings' per chant to become annoyed with her most amusing. Taking off her mask and handing it to her younger brother Abeebah nodded signaling she was ready. Evan nodded back and retreated further into the vent. It dark almost impossible to see but his fingers managed to grasp a surge plug that controlled the lights in the entire immediate area. Their' last venture into putting a serious hurt on Vince had taught the four horsemen a lot about electrical systems. 'It's amazing the things one can do with today's modern technology', Evan thought in a mock scholarly voice.

Then, without preamble he pulled the plug. The entire section of the stadium they were in was plunged into darkness and anarchy ruled there. Closing her eyes Morte took in the sounds of confusion and anger outside as everyone scurried around in their confusion. She could smell their budding fear and fed off it as she idly twirled the pipe between her gloved fingers in a slow progressive rotation. Suddenly her golden orbs snapped open, 'Now'.

Vince couldn't breath, moments before the millionaire was so sure that he had Morte right where he wanted her. Desperate, already injured and furious beyond belief the horseman would immediately go after him, full frontal assault. He had been banking on the fact that the eldest Johns would have narrowly dodged Kane's assault if not at all. He had been so sure that the dark beauty would be in no condition to go after him and even if she did the police that guarded him would arrest her.

What he hadn't expected was a repeat of the previous Raw. Now the lights were off and the cops that were supposed to protect him were stumbling into each other like bumbling idiots. And then it happened. Vince didn't know exactly what happened all he knew that he was now on the ground being crushed by the weight of at least two of his minders. He could vaguely hear the pain filled yells of the other officers but couldn't quite tune his mediocre senses any further than the sudden terror that damn near suffocated him if the crushing weight upon him wasn't enough.

And in his flurry of panic Vince didn't notice the sudden quiet that had descended around him until the end of a pipe dropped just centimeters from his head. A gasp issued and died from his mouth as a booted heel dug into his throat cutting off what little air flow he had. The McMahon patriarch tried squirm only to freeze when more pressure was applied to his already abused Adam's apple. "You were expecting me", Vince didn't even have enough wiggle room to shiver at the raw and grating tone he barely heard in the darkness, "I didn't want to disappoint".

Steadily the pressure on his throat grew until white spots danced behind his closed lids. But the pipe tapped up against his temple threateningly preventing Vince from passing out. "I want you to remember this moment Vince" he heard a chuckle and wondered if Abeebah could see his face even if it was pitch black, "yes Vince I'm going to let you live". "But only if you remember this moment, this contract between you and I, this isn't an act of mercy nor an act of rage, rather this is an agreement between us that is simply this". The boot was removed and Vince gasped and suddenly she was in his face her breath ghosting over his slightly parted lips, "Fuck with me and mine again and you'll find out exactly why I'm called death". And then she was gone.

Abeebah retreated from the petrified businessman satisfied that she had led him far enough on the pathway to terror. 'Now just let em' stew for awhile', she thought dropping the pipe on her way back to the bathroom. It was wondrous what she could do with only a pipe under the cloak of darkness surrounded by potential punching bags. Her golden eyes all but glowed as she recalled the how she didn't even have to do all the work. The idiots kept bumping into each other even knocked out sole cameraman in the room.

And his equipment lay broken on the floor under the bodies of fallen officers. She went back into the bathroom and with the help of Evan Abeebah slipped back into the ventilation shaft and closed it behind her. Evan re-plugged the wire causing the lights to come back on. But she didn't anyone would notice it more than the carnage she left behind. Together brother and sister snuck back to the horsemen's locker room, Abeebah discarding the gloves along the way.

They both easily dropped into the only bathroom and immediately separated so that they could change into their' street clothes. It only took them a few minutes for them to clean up and be on their' way. While everyone else was distracted they slipped away, hailing a cab so that they could go to the hospital where Brandon and Delia were being treated. They arrived just in time to see both brother and sister step out into the lobby looking worse for wear but otherwise unharmed. Evan angrily noted that a camera crew had somewhere along the line had followed them.

Abeebah noticed as well but ignored them in favor of looking over her younger siblings. "Still alive little brother", she greeted her light skinned brother teasingly. His green gold eyes shot flames in her direction, "still alive big sister", he was only mildly irked that she greeted him thus in front of a camera crew. Delia moved forward to join them; her movements were slow and painful. "Ya'll took your sweet time getting here". Evan scowled at his dark eyed sister, "I had to get tiger here to calm down", he lied purposefully cocking his thumb in Abeebah's direction.

The eldest horseman didn't deny it seeing as her clever youngest brother and sister were setting up their' alibi. The cameras were trained on her turned back and all of her siblings crowding around her. "So what's the verdict", Abeebah asked smoothly. Brandon grimaced, "as banged up as we're we'll be alright, just sore". Briefly brushing the second horseman's shoulder in comfort Abeebah tilted her dark head toward the hospital entrance. "Then let's call it a night". Her exhausted siblings sighed in relief and followed her out the hospital and to a cab. The four siblings arrived at the hotel without any trouble and bit each other good night before going to their own respective beds. However Abeebah's sleep was anything but restful.

Dream

Abeebah couldn't move and yet couldn't bring herself to feel anything besides contentment. 'I should be confused, angry, maybe even the slightest bit afraid', she told herself. But Abeebah couldn't fight off the blanket of peace holding her hostage. "Don't fight it". The eldest horseman didn't have to move in order to know who was speaking. Though she hadn't heard it in awhile the darkest horseman very much doubted she could ever forget a voice like his though she only ever heard it in her own mind. Dragging her eyes open was a mutinous chore but Abeebah managed it and was confronted with a sight that should have terrified. There was hundreds if not thousands of candles just centimeters from where she laid arms like bands of steel wrapped around her waist.

"Why am I here Glen"? She didn't bother to ask where 'here' was since it was pretty obvious that this was the big red machine's mind-scape. Though the first lady of the horsemen was only slightly surprised that the big man's mind only displayed candles glowing in the darkness she still liked it. She felt clever fingers stroke through her hair, "I don't know". "Don't lie to me Glen, not now", Abeebah glared into the flames wishing that it was him she was glaring at. The hand in her hair didn't even still as it swept the heavy mass away from her throat.

Abeebah thought she would flinch, told herself almost desperately to flinch, to have the reaction she always had when it was touched. Abeebah ignored the little voice in the back of her head that told her that she never flinched when either of the brothers touched her vulnerable spot. On baited breath the darkest horseman waited, she didn't even twitch as she felt a pair of lips bestow a kiss where neck met shoulder.

"Do you hate me so much, hate this so much", Abeebah could feel both Kane's hurt and genuine curiosity. "God damn it Glen get it through that fucking thick skull of yours, I, don't, hate, you", Abeebah ground out through gritted teeth. She was answered by his confusion. Abeebah held back the urge to laugh hysterically. She was just as lost if not more so than the man holding her. Kane didn't understand her, then again he didn't understand himself and Abeebah had the same problem. The world had spat them out long ago raw and aching things just suffering to breath.

"You confound me", she finally admitted aloud, "and I don't like that you possess so much power over me". The hand stroking her chocolate tresses suddenly went still. And Abeebah's senses were awash with the kaleidoscope of emotions that swirled around them in a physical manifestation of what Kane was trying to understand. It steadily grew warmer against her skin until it seared a path down her spine. "The only power I have over you is the power you give me", he told her flatly. Somehow Abeebah managed to lift her head long enough to stare into mismatched eyes over her shoulder, "exactly".

End dream

Abeebah sat up, her breaths labored as if she'd just woken up from a nightmare. She immediately cast her gaze to Evan's still slumbering form. The younger boy was still dead to the world and his dark sister was grateful. Abeebah knew that her mediocre lying skills would not save her from her sometimes too observant sibling and she was in no mood for the argument that was would surely follow. Abeebah automatically checked the urge to curse Kane in her own mind.

The darkest horseman wasn't in any mood to tempt fate after the encounter she just had. She shivered; there was no point in trying to lie to herself, it wasn't just an nightmare. Her dismal lying capabilities aside Abeebah knew that Kane would no longer ignore her. For whatever reasons the chestnut haired hellion was no longer isolating himself from her. Even now the lashings of the big man's emotions loud and clear across their' link. Forcing herself out of bed Abeebah grabbed a fresh set of sweats and cleaned up so that she could head to the gym

When she got there Abeebah forwent the weight equipment and instead headed straight for the floor mats. Unlike her younger brother the eldest horseman didn't particularly care for lifting weights. And unlike her younger sister she didn't care too much for swimming, instead Abeebah favored rhythmic gymnastics. She found that it took more discipline than her younger siblings' more preferred methods of exercise. Taking off her shoes Abeebah began to move. It took all her attention to sink slowly into a full split that was almost painful because of her wide hips.

It took just as much concentration to lean forward so that her arms were stretched out in front of her. Pushing up, Abeebah slowly lifted her lower body up into the air her legs still in a split. She brought her legs back together and let herself drop causing her to roll forward and onto her feet. Only to throw her weight backwards causing Abeebah to do a series of back flips, she barely stopped at the edge of the mat. Cart wheeling once, she threw her momentum sideways so that she would avoid hitting the unforgiving concrete of the gym floor.

Abeebah whirled around, leaping into a half turn before dropping into a roll shoulder first. Stretching out one leg in front of her and the other behind Abeebah pushed up with her arms, somehow rotating upward so that the top of her head was facing the mat, her torso was held erect in the air her legs still position of a split. She held herself like this for awhile distracting herself with the difficulty of holding the position. But even the slow burn in her arms couldn't distract the horsemen's first lady from the incessant whispers in the back of her mind.

She fell, unable to keep her concentration. Abeebah just lay there unable to overcome Kane's confused thoughts and raw feelings which held her prisoner. Tears fought to escape her honeyed orbs but years of fighting back the reflexive sorrow could not be undone. Forcing herself to sit up Abeebah drew her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them fought back a growl when her eyes fell upon the very person that was currently driving her to distraction.

Kane stared back at her his mask firmly in place. There was a flicker of something in his mismatched gaze that Abeebah could neither make heads nor tails of. But then again she didn't understand the big man no matter how similar their' circumstances were. Personality wise she and Kane were as different as day to night. To put it simply in Abeebah's humble opinion Kane felt too much for her to really understand him. There were too many pieces to this puzzle of a man that she couldn't pick apart.

His brother didn't even remotely confuse her this much and Taker was just as complex. The chrisom demon approached slowly as if she were going to bolt if he were to make any false moves. Abeebah was highly tempted by the thought but didn't move even as he joined her on the mat. He looked at her with weary eyes and hopeful heart which Abeebah fought not to trust for one second. She had no reason to trust him; he was unpredictable, broken under the weight of the world. 'He isn't ready to trust and I'm no better', she told herself. Yet like so many times before with Kane any and all her arguments evaporated when he touched her.

He drew the heavy fall of her hair away from her throat and gripped the base of her skull gently. Kane pulled her closer into the shelter of his lap, hugging her frame into his. And it was then that Abeebah finally understood he needed her. Just like she needed him and they both needed his brother more so than any of them would freely admit. 'Truce', Kane's voice came across their' link a thread like whisper of fearful hope. Sighing Abeebah leaned into her bond mate's touch. She was too tired and too content at the moment to really care anymore.

The next following weeks found Abeebah in a constant state of headache as she dealt with both the Calloway brothers. After Paul Bearer's announcement about Taker and Kane's mother, Taker had gone off the deep end in utter fury. Most of the time he was too enraged to even speak and on more than one occasion he interrupted his brother's matches so that he could beat on Bearer. His little brother didn't care either way seeing now he got to fight his older brother more often then not so the big red machine was content.

Abeebah on the other hand was not, seeing as while she had a tentative agreement with both brothers, said brothers were not even in agreement with each other. This meant that after one of their' now legendary squabbles one or both of them but always separately came to her complaining like children. Or at least as close to children as two full grown yet shattered men could act, which was surprisingly childish. However no matter how annoying it got (or frightening to everyone else) Abeebah didn't interfere. Like she and her siblings had to work things out when their' parents bit the dust so too did Taker and Kane had to work out their' problems.

However Abeebah was thankful to God that while her siblings healed from their' respective matches Vince had the common sense to leave the horsemen alone. Seeing that the CEO wasn't going to tango with them the rest of the people in Vince's employ followed suite. Even the people who Guerra and Viluppo defeated didn't bother them. Things in the WWF were becoming as quiet as it was going to get for them as everyone's focus turned back to the chairman of the federation and the rebellious and cunning Steve Austin.

But that all changed one Monday night Raw when in an act of either sheer stupidity or pure genius announced he had irrefutable proof that Kane was his son. And waving in his hand like a proud flag was the results of a DNA test. To say the least the older Calloway brother lost his temper would be an understatement. Taker had been so mad that Abeebah couldn't think straight. Against her better judgment followed her 'friend' to the ring. The Phenom immediately went after Paul ignoring his younger sibling in favor of going after his old mentor.

That was a big mistake. Kane intercepted his irate brother saving his portly benefactor just moments before the deadman hit. 'STOP', Both Calloway brothers flinched as if struck and was immediately pushed away from each other as Abeebah squeezed between them. "Oh my God did Morte just-. "Yes Michael, Morte just got between the brothers of the night, I hope she knows what she's doing", JR said from his place at the announcers table.

Abeebah whirled to face the elder of her two lovers, "wake up Mark this is exactly what that asshole wants", she hissed pointing to Paul. Said asshole's face was currently turning red as he marched right up to Abeebah and slapped her with as much force as he could generate. He only hurt himself seeing as Abeebah's mask was made of car parts. Unthinkingly Abeebah automatically kicked the fat bastard in his nuts so hard his feet left the ground. There was a universal groan as every male in the stadium covered their' bits, imagining themselves instead of Bearer receiving that treatment.

She didn't even glance at her victim too feral to even give a damn. The brothers didn't even notice that they had moved away from their' 'wife' until they were a few paces away. "I foresee bruising in Bearer's future JR", Michael said with a wince. JR nodded not in the least bit sympathetic to the Texan's plight, "if he's lucky that all it'll be". Abeebah rounded on Kane her eyes locking with his. Her honeyed orbs dared him to try her already frayed nerves. Being subjected to his brother's temper didn't help any.

Deciding that pissing the first lady of the horsemen was not a good idea Kane bowed his head in minuscule show of surrender. "Whoa, whoa, whoa hold up Morte what do you think you're doing"? Kane Undertaker and Morte turned to see Vince at the top of the ramp. The millionaire was in a wheelchair his throat wrapped in a soft cast. Surrounded by his entourage and security the business tycoon seemed to have regained some of his confident swagger. It galled the eldest horseman like little else.

Picking up the microphone Bearer dropped Abeebah glared directly into Vince's eyes, "stopping these two", she said told him as calmly as she could manage. There was a spark of triumph in Vince's eyes that Abeebah didn't like. "Well if you have such a vested interest in the Undertaker and Kane you'll be special referee their' no holds barred match". Everything still waiting on baited breath for her to answer and as Abeebah glared icicles in his direction Vince swore later on that for a moment his blood froze. "I accept".