Chapter 4

She flinched when he touched her shoulder, though she couldn't stop herself from feeling satisfied that Gangrel had gotten a beating for touching her. She felt she owed him something, but would never admit that. He didn't need more leverage than he already had against her.

"Edge?" She called out softly, not looking at him. She couldn't, she felt disgusting and betrayed. "Give this back to him please." She requested softly, ripping the ankh from her neck, and placed it in Edge's hand. "Tell him I'm sorry." She closed her eyes, more tears spilling down her cheeks.

Edge stared down at the ankh in his hand, knowing this would crush Christian's heart. Especially considering his brother would have to suffer by watching the woman he loved be with the Undertaker, since the Brood was still apart of the Ministry. "I will." He said softly.

"And how is dear Christian?"

"He was taken to the hospital for his concussion; they'll be keeping him overnight."

"Convenient."

Alexis stood up and wrapped her arms tightly around Edge's neck, since he was like a brother to her. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." She felt helpless, pulling back to stare into his blue eyes. "I-I don't want to hurt him, please, you have to believe me...I love him, I will always love him. Tell him that, Edge. Please." She was begging, pleading with him to tell Christian the truth. "Tell him I have no choice in this." She felt Undertaker pulling her back, her violet eyes sending the messages and all Edge needed to know, wanting Christian to know that she really did want to be with him and not this monster.

Edge knew all too well this wasn't her doing. This was the Undertaker pure and simple. Gangrel had sold them out merely to humor the Undertaker's whims. He knew Alexis was nothing, but a toy to the man, something to be played with and broken only to be cast aside. By then she might be too broken even for Christian to mend.

"He'll wait for you." He whispered, knowing he was tempting the fates with this, but had to say something to reassure her.

"He'll wait forever then; make sure you tell him that too." 'Taker mocked, settling Alexis on his lap, chuckling darkly when she squirmed. "Keep that up, strawberry, and I'll break you now." He whispered in her ear, groaning softly.

"Please don't call me that." She whispered, wrapping her arms around herself, not able to stop the tears from falling.

Alexis knew Edge wouldn't tell Christian what Undertaker said, only what she said, so she was comforted by that thought. Though she hated being controlled and manipulated, refusing to look at him, refusing to even open her eyes. Sobs tore through her as her entire body trembled, the realization crashing down hard on her like a ton of bricks. She would never feel Christian's arms around her again, never feel his warm touch and kisses, never feel him period.

He snorted, feeling her shaking on his lap, mentally rolling his eyes. Women and their useless tears. Did he NOT tell her to quit that? Was the woman completely oblivious to the fact that she was two seconds away from being publically fucked if she didn't stop squirming? Growling, he lifted Alexis up, setting her down on her cushion, glad his wrestling tights kept him firmly in place even though it hurt like a bitch.

"Stop crying." He ordered, not in the mood for the drama.

Forcing the tears away, knowing he would take it out on Christian if she didn't, Alexis managed to stop crying. It hurt as a migraine formed and rubbed her temples, swallowing hard. She ignored the rumbling in her stomach, knowing if she ate anything she would end up throwing it right back up. She was heartbroken and felt more alone than ever. Not to mention the dress she wore also made her sick to her stomach. She wasn't voicing any of this and simply watched the monitor, not saying a single word for the remainder of the show.

Rising, 'Taker cracked his knuckles. "Let's go Alexis."

"You're going to take her ringside with us?" Paul asked, his eyes widening.

"I am, and you will be responsible for her since you're asking me insolent questions. The rest of the Ministry will remain here to watch Gangrel and Edge. I want no interference from either of them. Just in case they decide to get brave."

She stood up and took his hand reluctantly, feeling him pulling her from the dressing room, her head down. She had no makeup on so this would be the first time people would see her without looking gothic. She was being forced to be the Undertaker's valet now, which sickened her even more. His music hit as Alexis simply followed, Paul behind her, Undertaker in front, not caring what people thought of her at the moment.

"Oh my god King! Is that-?"

"That's Alexis! That's the Brood's puppies!"

"What in god's name is she doing with the Undertaker?"

"Well the Brood IS apart of the Ministry, JR..."

"King, I don't think this woman is very happy to be with the Undertaker, look at her."

Alexis winced as she was pulled into the ring by her wrist and forced to stand at the Undertaker's side, wondering why he was being so physical with her. She wasn't going anywhere. She wasn't going to run, not when Christian's health was on the line.

He was being so physical because he wanted to make it clear for everyone to see that Alexis was no longer a part of the Brood, or Christian's girlfriend. He wanted to make sure they knew she now belonged to him. His eyes narrowed when she flicked her hair from her face, revealing the bruise, not amused.

"You will pay for that later." He whispered in her ear.

Paul frowned as well, wondering just why she was out here again. Oh yes, 'Taker was probably worried she'd make a run for it.

"You brought me out here, so it's your fault." Alexis hissed back, a momentary flame erupting in her eyes before it quickly diminished. "I'm not going anywhere, god please you're going to rip my arm out of socket." She whispered, not even fighting him as he pulled her roughly against his chest. "I'm sorry, please you're hurting me." She whimpered, knowing she was going to have a massive bruise not only on her face, but her wrist from how hard he was squeezing and yanking. "I promise I'm not going to run. I give you my word." Her eyes shined with truth as she stared up into his green eyes, pleading with him to loosen his grip, sighing when he did.

Paul Bearer was not the only one who was shocked when the Undertaker suddenly pulled Alexis back against him, watching with wide eyes as he kissed her. This was a break in character, sort of. The kiss was brutal and demanding, completely the Undertaker though he normally didn't show THIS side of himself on cameras. Whistles and catcalls erupted from the fans. Her heart was thundering in her chest as she struggled against the kiss, her hands pressing against his chest, but he was too strong for her. With all of her strength, Alexis managed to stumble away from him and bounced off the ropes, her lips slightly swollen, her violet eyes as wide as saucers.

"HOLY COW! Undertaker just played tonsil hockey with Alexis!!"

JR was in shock, remembering clearly that Alexis had -or was dating- Christian. "King, are they...together?" He was having a hard time saying that last word.

"Apparently so, JR. The dark side needs love too."

'Taker stared at her out of eyes filled with lust, not bothering to mask it for her or anyone else. He was a volatile man and his moods were usually easy to read as they projected on his face, easy to read providing he wanted to let them show anyway. This was something he WANTED Alexis to see, that he wanted her and know that he WOULD have her.

"Out of the ring." He ordered both her and Paul, licking his lips when she didn't move, apparently in shock. "Unless, of course, you'd like me to take you right here, right now?" He gestured to the canvas.

This man was...she couldn't even find the words and immediately stepped out of the ring, her cheeks turning a dark crimson red. What the hell was he thinking kissing her like that on NATIONAL television?! Christian was probably watching and... "Oh my god..." She whispered, fresh tears welling in her eyes, knowing he did it for that purpose. Her dress, her hair, everything about her screamed the Ministry and she knew right then and there that Undertaker would do with her as he wished. She fought the urge to run and stood by Paul's side, her eyes adverting to the floor, hearing the cat calls behind her only degrading her more.

"King, Alexis looks broken..."

"What do you mean? She's the new Mistress of Darkness, JR!"

"Mistress, right..."

Paul studied her thoughtfully, hearing the jeers coming her way, hoping 'Taker wasn't listening because he would go ballistic.

"Hey honey, come here and lemme have a taste of them pretty lips!" Shouted a fan, laughing as the people wildly cheered him on. "Hey baby, come on, show some love!"

"Oh hell..." Paul sighed, watching as 'Taker's head slowly turned in their direction.

Alexis wanted to hit that fan, but instead, she opted for something better. While Undertaker was distracted by the referee, Alexis took a steel chair from ringside, shoving Paul away from her and slid in the ring. She was an expert at doing this and waited for him to turn around. When Undertaker did, she swung as hard as she could, the chair smacking him upside the head, leaving a nice dent as she threw it down on him before sliding out of the ring. She would pay for that and knew it, but it would be worth it because the fans were no longer jeering at her. They were cheering like crazy.

"Oh my god...Alexis just hit the Undertaker with a chair!"

King was in shock, his eyeballs ready to pop out of his head.

"Why isn't she moving?"

Alexis promised she wouldn't run, she never said she would help him win his matches.

Paul had regained his footing, staring at the Undertaker with a slack jaw, then looking at Alexis like she had lost her mind. "Are you INSANE?" He demanded, cringing when 'Taker's opponent took advantage to start wailing on the Deadman.

He was in shock, pain and shock. It took him awhile to snap out of it, tossing the man from him, shaking his head and stumbled, leaning against the ropes, snarling. When the man -a young and foolish punk who called himself Rocky- charged him, he ducked, coming up in time to help toss the whelp over the ropes, using enough force to send him straight into the barricade. Smirking at the crunch before dropping to one knee, 'Taker blinked back the migraine he now had.

Alexis couldn't stop the laughter from erupting inside of her, the tears in her eyes, knowing she was going to be punished and nodded her head. He'd pushed her over the edge and she had an almost...psychotic look to her, her black hair tousled as she gripped it in her fingers, feeling like she might seriously lose her mind. No matter what she did, she couldn't stop laughing as she stared at the ring where Undertaker was currently getting out of to finish his opponent.

"King, Alexis looks like she's going to lose it..."

"No JR, she HAS lost it, especially after what she just did."

He could only agree.

He wasn't even remotely interested in this match any longer, staring directly into Alexis's wide, wild eyes as he grabbed Rocky by the back of his neck, throwing him at her feet. He snarled as she took a step back, still laughing like a maniac, storming towards them. He raised a hand as if to slap her, frowning when Paul shook his head no, deciding he'd wait until they were alone before punishing this bitch. Oh he loved a woman with spirit; it was more fun that way for him. Not looking away from her, he went out of his way to destroy his opponent.

She slowly stepped back and slid down the barricade, tears streaming down her face as her laughter continued. She was officially losing it, losing all sense of reality, watching as his opponent was literally decimated by the Undertaker. She watched as he rolled the punk back into the ring before delivering a Tombstone, sealing his fate. She didn't even stand up when the count of three sounded, the bell ringing, and had to have Paul's help to stand up. She seen the blood trickling down Undertaker's forehead and started laughing harder, dropping to her knees, holding her stomach tightly while the tears kept flowing.

JR was terrified for Alexis, having known her since she came into the WWF. "She looks like she needs help..."

"She needs one of those padded rooms."

Paul overheard King's last words and privately agreed the woman had definitely lost it.

Rolling out of the ring, 'Taker wasted no time in making his way to Alexis. Seeing she was officially over the deep end, he rolled his eyes, stooping to pick her up. He tossed her over his shoulder, hearing her STILL laughing and wiped the blood from his eyes, growling. "We're leaving, Paul."

Terrified, Paul followed.