Chapter 3

"Don't touch me!" She shouted, scrambling to her feet from the cushion, tears flowing down her cheeks with fire in her purple eyes. "Look, we got off on the wrong foot. I'm sorry for...defying you and disrespecting you. I'm here; I'm not running away. I don't know WHY you care that I'm with your Ministry; I don't really care. I'm sure we can find some common ground that we can BOTH agree on instead of you slowly breaking us down." She crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking a hell of a lot smarter than she looked. "I DYED my hair, what more do you honestly want?" They were one on one now, nobody else in the room as she wiped her tears away.

"You think this is about you dying your hair and agreeing to wear the clothing I provide?" He asked, cruel amusement shining in his green eyes. "Alexis, my dear, you really aren't that bright are you? Beautiful, but not bright." He shook his head as if disappointed. Standing slowly, 'Taker advanced on her, watching as those odd purple eyes of her widened. He reached out to swipe away one of her tears, popping his finger in his mouth. "Mmmm...."

What the hell was going on? Alexis slowly backed up until her back hit the wall, her big violet eyes widened with both fear and confusion. "What do you want with me then, Undertaker?" She asked, suddenly remembering Gangrel's words, her hand flying to her mouth as more tears fell down her face. "No please..." She whispered trembling from head to toe as a cruel smile formed on his lips. "I'm the reason you forced the Brood into the Ministry." It wasn't a question and she knew it. "You sick bastard..."

"Well...yes, I am a sick bastard." He agreed, reaching out to grab Alexis by the back of her neck, pulling her roughly against him. "Either way I would have you; this way however, I get the added bonus of three new recruits for my Ministry. Of course, Christian is going to present a problem, but he'll stick around just to make sure I don't harm you...much."

Her hands splayed on his muscular, large chest as she tried pulling away, shaking her head back and forth frantically. Out of pure instinct, Alexis brought her knee up, nailing him right in his groin, forcing him to release her as he stumbled back. Her eyes widened even more as she turned around and threw open the door, running out and down the hallway. She couldn't believe this! There was NO way she was being his! She loved Christian, what the hell had Gangrel been thinking? Christian would be fine, she knew it, but she had to escape and would explain later.

She didn't get far because the Ministry was scattered about the immediate area, Bradshaw catching her. "Now, now, honey I don't think he's finished with you yet." He laughed, wrapping his arms around Alexis's waist before tossing her over his shoulder. "Stop hitting me." He grunted, slapping her ass when she didn't. When he reached the doorway and seen 'Taker, his eyes widened, glad he wasn't in Alexis's shoes right now.

"NO!!!!" She screeched out, beginning to fight for her very existence, her entire body twisting and torqued just as the Brood came back. "HOW COULD YOU? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" She screamed at Gangrel, seeing Christian's eyes widened as the tears fell down her cheeks, being shoved right back into Undertaker's grasp. "LET GO OF ME!! I WILL NEVER BE YOURS!!" She seen Christian coming toward her and screamed when he began getting beat down by the Acolytes, trying with all her might to get away to help him. "NO, CHRISTIAN!!"

Edge hesitated, obviously deciding between which one to help, finally trying to pull Farooq off of his brother only to wind up face down on the floor, a boot on the back of his neck, Viscera's boot.

He was LIVID, allowing the beat down on Christian to continue for a few minutes longer before glancing at Alexis. "The choice is yours, strawberry." He said, pinning her to the wall and turning her head so she was forced to watch Christian's beat down, bending so his face was beside hers, his tongue darting out to catch her tears. "You can either behave yourself like a good girl or...Christian will just have to suffer in your stead."

"Why are you doing this?!" She cried out, closing her eyes tightly shut, hearing Christian's grunts of pain as she slid down the wall, trembling from head to toe. "I love him, don't hurt him please!!" She pleaded, trying to move toward him, 'Taker's hands clenching her arms so she couldn't drop the entire way down. "Stop it!! Stop hurting him!!" She felt his hand turn her face back to meet his dangerous green eyes, swallowing hard, knowing what she would have to do as her heart broke into tiny pieces.

Bradshaw and Farooq halted in their beat down when 'Taker held up a hand, poised to continue the moment he gave word.

"Well, Alexis, what shall it be?" He asked his breath hot on her ear. "The decision -and Christian's fate- is entirely in your hands, my dear."

"Christian..." She whispered heartbrokenly, swallowing hard, and felt like she was going to vomit. "Alright." She whispered, more tears streaming down her face as she allowed Undertaker to pull her into his arms, her back pressed against his chest. "Christian, I'm sorry..." She dropped her head, knowing she had no choice, burying her face in her hands as she felt Undertaker's arm wrap around her waist. "Oh god..." She shoved him away and ran into the bathroom, gagging as she gripped the toilet for dear life.

Christian raised himself to a half kneeling position, coughing, pain wracking his frame. "You can't have her." He rasped, tears of pain and frustration stinging his eyes.

"Watch me." 'Taker said evenly, no emotion discernible in his eyes or face, staring impassively at the broken boy before him. That's exactly what Christian was a boy. Alexis needed a man; she had too much spirit to be wasted on this adolescent before him. "I'll have her over and over. Soon you'll be nothing, but a memory."

When there was nothing left in her stomach, Alexis curled up in a tight ball on the bathroom floor, tears of heartache and pain flowing down her cheeks. She touched the necklace around her neck, squeezing her eyes shut, and cried harder. How could this happen? They were so happy; she loved Christian with all of her heart and soul? Granted, it'd only been six months, but she knew he was who she belonged with. They had fun together, the sex was great, and then Gangrel had to sell their souls -and happiness- literally to the Undertaker. Slowly standing up on shaky legs, Alexis washed her face, not caring if she didn't have her makeup on and walked out.

"Don't ever slap my ass again, Bradshaw." She stated venomously before walking over and sitting down on the cushion, bringing her knees up and buried her face in them, her shoulders shaking.

Bradshaw paled when the Undertaker glanced his way, swallowing hard and backed up, letting go of Christian.

He cocked his head slightly. "How'd it feel?"

Knowing better than to lie, he inhaled deeply. "Firm...plump...fantastic."

Nodding thoughtfully, 'Taker turned to look at Alexis. "Hmm."

Viscera chuckled and shook his head before walking into the dressing room, knowing the beating of Christian was over with. "Boss, they won their match." He knew 'Taker hadn't paid attention to the monitor due to Alexis's insolence.

She could only sit there, refusing to look up at any of them, and silently cried. She knew there was no way out and she was therefore a prisoner. 'Christian...' She thought, her heart shattering over and over again in her chest, having never felt this intense pain in her life.

Mideon walked over and kneeled down, simply watching her with a thoughtful look on his face, a black T with spikes on the bottom painted on his forehead.

Grunting, Edge dragged Christian to his feet, wrapping his arms around his brother and pulled him towards the medic's room, snarling when Gangrel tried to help. "Haven't you done enough?"

'Taker was leaning against the wall in the dressing room, studying Alexis thoughtfully. "Gangrel...you've served me well." He rumbled when his new servant walked into the room. "Very, very well."

"It was indeed a pleasure to have her out of our hair, 'Taker." Gangrel replied, chuckling wickedly.

The fire erupted in her eyes as Alexis tackled the vampire wanna-be to the floor, sending his head crashing to the cement as she began clawing and punching him, screaming at the top of her lungs. "YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!" All her anguish and anger poured forth as she bloodied his nose and gave him a black eye before being pulled from him, his skin beneath her fingernails. "YOU NO GOOD COCKSUCKER!!"

Gangrel was livid as he touched his gouged cheeks, feeling the blood running from his nose, holding his eyes. "You stupid bitch!!"

"I DARE you to fucking touch me, asshole!!"

Gangrel glanced cautiously at the Undertaker, grinning viciously when all he got was a half shrug, taking that for consent. Lunging, he backhanded Alexis across the face hard enough to where if she hadn't been held by Mideon, she would have gone to the floor, baring his fangs at her. A second later he had been hoisted into the air and went flying backwards into the cement wall, crashing into it with a sickening crack.

"How dare you assume I gave permission?" 'Taker snarled, green eyes flashing. "Touch her again and you will die."

Her cheek felt like it was going to explode as she slumped against Mideon, cradling it with her hand, stars exploding in front of her eyes. "Fuck..." She muttered, stumbling away from Mideon back onto the cushion, her cheek already turning black and blue. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she curled up in a tight ball, closing her eyes, hoping she woke up from this nightmare soon.

Mideon was shocked that Gangrel had taken matters into his own hands, shaking his head. "He might've cracked her cheekbone, boss." He informed, that smack resonating around the room loud enough to echo.

"Paul, examine her." He ordered gravely, holding out his hand as Viscera placed his favorite toy in it, his whip. Paul was a trained medic. If her cheekbone was cracked, he would know.

"Come on, child." Paul sighed, knowing Gangrel was going to be needing medical services next. "'Taker, we'll have to go to the-"

"The Acolytes will accompany you, see she doesn't try running." His gaze never left the now trembling Gangrel.

Gangrel screamed at the first lash.

Alexis was in too much pain to run as she was guided by Paul Bearer to the trainer's, sitting down on the bedding, and winced when he touched her cheek. It didn't feel broken, but knew the Undertaker didn't want his new possession to be injured already. The thought made her spirit crumble as her head dropped when Paul released it, gathering some medical supplies. She sniffled quietly, a tear falling down her cheek that wasn't bruised, trying desperately not to break completely down.

"Thank you."She whispered as Paul treated her, closing her eyes.

Paul didn't answer her, intent on his work. He knew better then to get emotionally involved with this girl, to invest too much time and feeling into someone who could be discarded at a moments notice. That was the way the Undertaker worked. He would find interest in something; play with it till he was bored. This was the first time however that Paul could recollect 'Taker doing it to an actual human being.

"It's not broken, just bruised to the bone." He said finally.

She nodded silently and slid from the bedding while Paul took the gloves off, being guided out of the room and back to the Ministry's. She walked in silently, her cheek having a small white bandage on it, and sat down on the cushion silently at Undertaker's feet. She didn't see Gangrel anywhere, which was good because she was going to kill him after he struck her. He only did that one other time and Christian had nearly exploded. That's when she first started with the Brood. Sighing heavily, Alexis sat Indian style, the dress long enough so it pooled over her legs, not showing anything. All she wanted was to go back to the hotel and have a bath.

A reluctant Edge walked in, glancing around for his mentor, not finding him anywhere and frowned. He wasn't happy with Gangrel at the moment and wanted to know where the son of a bitch was.

"Gangrel is currently in the bathroom, taking a shower." 'Taker offered, propping his chin in the palm of his hand, sounding cheerful. "Care to know why?" Edge nodded, wondering what the hell had put the psychotic Phenom in such a chipper mood, his eyes straying to Alexis. He frowned when he seen the bandage on her cheek, noting the bruise that lined the entire side of his face, preparing to spear the Undertaker right where he sat. "Gangrel decided to put his hands on our young friend." 'Taker continued, acting like nothing serious had happened, reaching down to rest his hand on Alexis' shoulder, squeezing gently. "So he's washing the blood away."

Edge swallowed hard, knowing it was Gangrel's own blood he was washing and nodded again. "Good."