Chapter 5

Alexis was carried to the back to the Ministry's locker room, causing every member in there to just stare with wide eyes, not believing what happened in the ring. They were shocked with the kiss and even MORE shocked when Alexis clocked their master with a chair.

"Boss, do you wish for the whip?" Mideon asked hesitantly, seeing Alexis was still laughing, blinking.

"She's lost her damn marbles."

"That and her mind. What the hell is wrong with her?"

She didn't answer, just kept on laughing, though it was the sound of heartbreak and torment.

"No, I do not wish for the whip." 'Taker snapped after he had set Alexis down, snarling when Paul pushed him down into a chair. "Mind yourself, Bearer." He cautioned, letting the man tend to his wounds, his brooding eyes on the still laughing woman. "Someone shut her up!"

Viscera used a bandana and gagged her tightly, the sounds of her hysterics muffled.

Suddenly the laughter stopped as Alexis fell over, her eyes closing, falling into a deep sleep.

"I've NEVER seen anythin' like that in my life..."

"Boss, is she really worth it after all?"

"She laughed herself to sleep, she exhausted herself. How interesting." Mideon winced when 'Taker shot him a dark look before backing up.

"ALEXIS!!" Edge flew into the room, seeing she was sleeping and immediately dropped to his knees in front of her, lifting her up and cradled her, taking the bandana from her mouth. "I'm not going anywhere." Edge stated when 'Taker shot him a look, simply staring down at her. Christian had to be sedated after seeing what happened on Raw and he wanted to make sure she was still alive. "'Taker, this is a lot for her to take in..."

"Well Edge, since you seem hell bent on interfering then you can care for her tonight." He said angrily, knowing he needed a lie down before his head exploded. "By the way, who taught her to swing a chair?" He snorted when Edge just raised an eyebrow, swiping blood from his forehead, wincing as Paul began the stitching process.

"Gangrel." He answered promptly and carried Alexis out of the dressing room, knowing the Undertaker wanted nothing to do with her for the night. When they were safely in the car and on their way back to the hotel, Alexis woke up and raked a hand through her hair. "You were faking weren't you?"

"You didn't see the look in his eyes after he kissed me, Edge." She stated, knowing her laughing schpeal had worked like a charm, and sat back against the chair, wiping her tears away. "I'm sorry I worried you."

"I knew what you were doing. Though Christian had to be sedated..." He sighed heavily when she began to cry, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Alexis, you have to be strong."

"I'm trying, Edge. I miss him so much."

"Alexis," Edge began slowly, glancing in the rearview mirror to make sure they weren't being followed. "Why don't you leave? We'll check Christian out of the hospital and you two can make a break for it. If you stay with the Undertaker, that hysterical laughing won't be fake. He will cause you to lose your mind." He said gently, reaching across the console to take her hand, squeezing gently.

"Do you honestly think that will work? He'll find us, Edge." When he simply sighed, she knew she was right. "I'm not going to do the laughing thing anymore. I just seen the look in his eyes and had to find a way to break it..." She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. "I belong to him, there's no way around it. Christian is going to have to wait it out or he can find someone else. I can't run from this because, if I do, he will hurt you and probably a lot of other innocent people." She wouldn't put Undertaker past anything at this point. "The man kissed me on NATIONAL television. He's virtually capable of anything." She closed her eyes, wiping away her stray tears.

"A kiss in itself is harmless..." He muttered, quoting some poet who's name he couldn't remember off the bat, wondering if he was succumbing to insanity. Who the hell wouldn't in this situation? "You realize if you uh...continue going out of your way to anger him, he is very liable to take your head off, right? You seen what he did to Christian with that whip." Edge shuddered, trying not to imagine Alexis in that position. Sadly, it came to him all too easily.

"I will keep doing it until he releases me." She stated defiantly, seeing they were pulling into the hotel parking lot, and kissed his cheek before sliding out. "I will keep doing everything in my power to anger him and damned the consequences! He said he wanted to take me in the ring, Edge!" When his blue eyes widened, she nodded, shivering violently as they walked through the parking garage. "I will get out of this and if he wants to beat and torment me like he does the rest of the Ministry that will just make me fight harder. I will not surrender to him."

"Alexis," Edge began hesitantly, wringing his hands together, before raking them through his long blonde hair, looking somewhat panicky now. "I don't think beating and tormenting you like he does the rest of us is what he has in mind." He said finally, trying to be blunt, grabbing her by the arms and forcing her to stop, staring down into her eyes. "He WANTS you."

"I know he does and he won't have me." She stared into his blue eyes, pressing her hand gently to his chest. "I will piss him off to the point where he won't want nothing to do with me. I will anger him to the point where he beats me within an inch of my life and finally sends me packing. I will suffer and do WHATEVER it takes before I have sex with him." She was determined and it showed in her purple eyes that were slightly red and swollen from how much crying she'd done. "If he wants me bad enough then he's going to have a HELL of a fight on his hands."

Edge bit his tongue, figuring telling her 'Taker had a very persuasive manner when he wanted too wouldn't go over well. Hell she would probably ignore him. "If that's how you want it..." He muttered, taking her hand and guiding her inside the hotel. Nothing he could say would change her mind about running away; he began giving thought to the idea of kidnapping her.

After saying good night to Edge, Alexis let more tears fall as she looked around the hotel room, seeing there was a connecting door. She walked over and locked it before undressing, a bath in order. A hot bath to scrub Undertaker's prints off of her body. She walked into the bathroom, removing her bra and panties, and waited for the garden tub to fill before sliding inside the water. Edge had gone back to the hospital to see Christian, which she didn't mind. She honestly wanted to be alone tonight and went underneath the water, slowly surfacing and leaned back against it. Alexis still couldn't believe all the changes that had happened and shook her head, briefly contemplating dying her hair red just to spite him.

When he stumbled into his hotel room, he was still suffering a massive headache. One glance at the door adjoining their bedrooms intensified it. That insolent little bitch was here. Good. He had half expected her to run. Which he had considered letting her attempt, but then again, she would be wasting his precious time if he had to hunt her pert little ass down. Not good. Snorting, he walked over to the mini bar and poured himself a drink, shooting it down before peeling off his top.

Alexis stepped out of the bath an hour later, wrapping a towel around her body, knowing she had some serious hell to pay with Undertaker. She almost smiled at the thought, knowing she had made him miserable tonight. Maybe next time he wouldn't make her look like a common whore on national television! She still couldn't believe that and walked out, cursing out loudly when she stubbed her toe.

"FUCK!!" She hobbled over to the bed and checked it, making sure she didn't have a splinter, and sighed.

Karma could be a bitch, but she was willing to go through with it. She knew what Undertaker wanted and he would have to fight her tooth and nail to have her in his bed. Probably sedate her, if that's what it took. Though there was also seduction, which she knew he was doing in that ring tonight. Sighing, Alexis stood up and walked over, pulling out a black nightgown with matching bra and panties, slipping them on.

Now this was a view. He sat in the corner of her room, smirking as he took another sip of his Jack and coke, eyes darkening as he took in Alexis's luscious body. The woman had walked right on by him. It had been amusing to see her stub her toe, hearing her curse. But this...this was entertainment.

"You really should just skip the clothes." He drawled, smirking even more when she jumped.

Alexis screamed as she jumped up from the bed, groaning since her toe was throbbing, managing to lean over and flicked the lamp on. "What the hell are you doing in here?" She demanded her hand pressed against the wall to keep her balance, though a smile formed on her lips, a sick smile, at the sight of the bandage on his forehead. "Need me to give you another chair shot to get the hint?" This was unbelievable. Then her eyes looked to the door and growled, seeing it was ajar before turning back to face him. "Get out. I'm tired and I'm really not in the mood to deal with you anymore tonight after what you've put me through."

"Aw...now you're just hurting my feelings." He said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "And if you think you can swing another chair, be my guest. My back isn't turned this time." Slowly standing up, 'Taker surveyed her, letting the glass fall from his fingers, eyes taking her in. "Considering I've already threatened to put your precious Christian six feet under, you sure are keen on sending him there as quick as possible, aren't you?"

"I'm not sleeping with you." She stated evenly, taking a step back from him, away from the bed, her eyes never leaving his. "I know that's what you want and the answer is NO." There was no way in hell she was sleeping with him willingly. "If you want me, you'll have to take it by force, which would construe as rape." Her eyes narrowed when he tensed, raising an eyebrow. "I'm with the Ministry, I'm your valet, but you had NO right treating me like a common whore out there in the ring."

"Oh, you're anything, but a common whore, Alexis. I would term it as slut, since I won't be paying you." He replied calmly, not believing she had the audacity to assume he would resort to something as trivial as rape. "As for what I want, I won't have to 'rape' you. You cannot rape the willing, strawberry." He cracked his neck. "Go to bed, we have a LONG day tomorrow."

"MY NAME IS ALEXIS!" She shrieked, shoving him as hard as she could, causing him to land on the bed, stumbling back and groaned as her toe throbbed harder. "Goddamn it!" Her eyes narrowed back at him, shaking her head back and forth. "I hate you so much. I hate you more than anything, anybody. You forced me into this; I never wanted to be in the Ministry!" Why couldn't he get it through his head? "I don't want you! I don't want ANYTHING to do with you or your fucked up clan! I want OUT, do you understand me? I WANT OUT!"

'Taker was on his feet in an instant, shoving her right back, only he was much more stronger, watching as she flew backwards into the wall, slumping down to the floor. "Let's get one thing straight right now, ALEXIS, I won't put my hands on you if you keep yours off of me. Every time you hit or kick me, swing a chair at my head I WILL return it. Only when I do, you can pretty much bet that you'll be spending quite a bit of time in the hospital should you insist on acting foolish! Understand?" His eyes were shooting fire now. "As for forcing you into this, I gave you an option. Your decision is not on my hands, but YOURS."

Her head was throbbing from hitting the wall, swallowing hard as she managed to pull herself up into a sitting position. "You can hurt me all you want." She gritted out, her own eyes spitting fire. "I will hit you as many times as it takes until you release me." She stated, stumbling to her feet, the pain on her head now instead of her toe, her cheek black, blue and swollen thanks to Gangrel. "So fuck you and your threats. I'll take a beat down, a whipping, whatever you got any day of the week before I sleep with you." She meant it too, her eyes mirroring what she was saying. "You don't own me, no man ever will. You can burn in hell and I'll piss on your ashes, how'd that be DEADMAN?"

Smirking, he walked to the door. "Suits me just fine, strawberry." Chuckling, he slipped into his room, shutting and locking the door behind him, hearing her shriek of frustration.

Hell, he wasn't even going to have to try that hard to crack her, she was already doing it for him! Snorting, he dropped down onto his bed, wincing as pain stabbed through his head. He meant it, she kept her hands to herself and he wouldn't send her to the emergency room.