Chapter 7

He drummed his fingers idly on the table top, looking at her like she was something mildly amusing, maybe like a television program he was considering watching. Silence reigned obviously until their drinks were brought out. He murmured a quiet thank you, now waiting on his meal. 'Taker grinned when his meal finally arrived. Steak, rare. He cut into it, watching the blood literally seep out and onto the plate.

She drained her water and slammed the glass down on the table. "Enjoy." She then walked right back outside, knowing she couldn't stand the stench of that meal he ordered, knowing he did it on purpose. She had her drink; he didn't say ANYTHING about her staying in there with his ass. Sliding down the building, Alexis could only wonder how she'd gotten into this position. Then she snarled, thinking about that son of a bitch Gangrel. He was going to pay for this.

Taking the chance that Alexis wouldn't be stupid enough to run off in a strange place, he enjoyed his meal. He ate leisurely, having another beer before paying the tab and getting a few bottles of water. He'd hate to have to take her into the hospital because she wasn't smart enough to take care of herself. "You're getting a sunburn." He commented, staring down at her over his sunglasses.

"Like I give a shit." She muttered, shades still on and slowly stood up, having already stretched again, dusting herself off. "I'm just going to ask once, very nicely, and this will be the ONLY time I do this because, quite frankly, whoever picked that wardrobe out doesn't know what the hell they were doing. So, Undertaker, can I PLEASE buy my own wardrobe? I PROMISE it will be your colors only." She rolled her eyes, the shades hiding her obvious disdain, and knew she would also have to invest in some Aloe Vera before this day of hell ended.

"If we have time tonight, if not, you'll make do for a few more days." He said in a patronizing tone, not too pleased with the way she was talking to him. 'Taker walked over to his Titan, straddling it and looked at her expectantly. "You can ride behind me this time." He said, smirking slightly. He already knew she'd refuse to hold onto him, but he could change that.

"I didn't mean tonight." She assured him and walked over, straddling the bike with ease and scooted back as far as she could, holding onto the backseat.

She knew what he was trying to do and it wasn't going to work. Alexis wanted no part of this man and the sooner he got that through his evil, demented mind, the better off both of them would be. She nodded when he asked her if she was ready and felt the motorcycle roar to life before they peeled out of there, the sun barely out now. The wind felt good blowing across her overheated skin, knowing wearing a long sleeved shirt was going to be a bitch tonight, but she would manage.

Snickering, 'Taker pushed his Titan to the limits, whizzing by a local trooper with a snort. He could hear the sirens behind him, but soon even they faded into the distance. Hopefully Alexis had gotten over her motorcycle issues while he was eating because if not, he was about to send her to therapy. Grinning, he leaned forward, loving the rush as the wind whipped over them, randomly wondering if she was opposed to wearing leather.

Her purple eyes were as wide as saucers, not believing he just did that to the POLICE! Was this man out of his mind? Alexis felt how fast he was going and trembled as she gripped his vest on the back, lowering her head, wondering briefly if he was going to torment her for the rest of her time in the Ministry. Or until he got sick of her and let her go, whenever that was. She felt disgusting as she held on for dear life, knowing she wouldn't be eating anything for the remainder of the night now.

Now that was what he had been aiming for, feeling Alexis clinging to him. It probably wasn't the best for her mental stability -which already seemed questionable to begin with- for him to be playing on her childhood tragedies the way he was, but...Nobody ever said he played fair. Chuckling darkly, he slowed down, espying a sign that indicated city limits in fifteen miles.

Alexis gritted her teeth as she let him go as soon as he slowed down, wanting to gouge his eyes out, but then they would crash and she couldn't have that. She looked down at her hands and groaned, knowing she would have to wash them as he cruised the streets of the city they were in. She could only pray this motorcycle ride ended soon so she could be far away from him. A breath of relief escaped her when they finally parked and she immediately jumped off, putting some space between them, the anger radiating off of her in waves.

He remained sitting, his long legs stretched out on either side of the motorcycle, watching her. His shades were now perched on top of his bandana, green eyes sparkling with malicious amusement. It was so obvious she hadn't ridden in years, he wondered briefly if Alexis would ever be able to get her legs back together and smirked even more.

She had to sit down and stretch again, though decided not to do the bridge part of it, knowing that would just stir his blood even more. After she was done, Alexis stood up and noticed they were in a hotel parking garage, nodding in approval. "I'm going up to my room." She walked toward the exit, looking down at her pale arms and shook her head, already knowing she would be somewhat tanned. Alexis never burned and she hated tanning. She loved her pale skin and he had ruined that too. "Bastard." She hissed angrily, shaking her head.

'Taker followed behind her, curious to see her make the attempt at finding THEIR room. He watched as she hesitated, rolling his eyes. "Front desk, for the key." He instructed, pointing to a sign. Sometimes it was fun to make her feel like she was stupid, especially since Alexis had a mouth on her that wouldn't shut the fuck up and stop irritating him.

To say she was LIVID when she found out she would be staying with him in a room was an understatement. She practically snatched the keycard from the receptionist before running to the stairs, tears stinging her eyes. She wanted to hurt him, not believing this, and finally kicked open the door as she stalked down the hallway. He was trying to break her down and it wasn't going to work! She wanted her own room damn it! Slipping her keycard in the slot, Alexis walked in and slammed it shut before he could arrive, stopping when she seen there was only one bed.

Sighing at the dramatics, 'Taker swiped his own key card through the slot and walked in, finding Alexis staring down at the bed. Hmmm one king sized bed, just as he had instructed, life was sweet. "Now Alexis, I know how eager you must be to test it out, but we have to be heading out soon for the arena." Laughing, he disappeared into the bathroom.

There were no words and no matter what she said, it wouldn't change a thing. Alexis walked over to her bag and pulled out a long sleeved purple dress that went two inches above the knee, deciding that would have to do. She slipped it on while he was in the bathroom, having taken a shower the previous night, and smoothed it down her stomach before looking in the mirror. It had a circular neckline that didn't show off anything, which she was grateful for. She hated showing her legs off, but this was the only long sleeved piece of clothing she could find in that wretched bag. She slipped her two inch black knee high boots on and took her hair down, brushing it, outlining her violet eyes with black eyeliner. She decided to put clear gloss on her lips and knew the black nails would go well with her dress just as he walked out.

"If you think I'm sleeping in that bed with you tonight, you're sadly mistaken, Undertaker." She stated in a low, venomous tone, slowly turning around to face him. "I will be sleeping on the floor."

He was in his wrestling gear, black hair hanging loose down his back, knowing they'd be riding with Paul tonight. His eyes roamed her appreciatively, not entirely sure if she'd ever have the time to go shopping...no, she wouldn't. "If that's your wish." He said with a shrug of his shoulders, knowing how lousy a floor could feel, especially after a long day of riding, she'd be in that bed. There wasn't even a couch, he'd covered his bases.

"Believe me it is." She sneered before walking over to stare out the window, her arms crossed in front of her chest, feeling his eyes boring into her.

She didn't care; she didn't want this man; she hated him. He literally forced her into this and Alexis wasn't the type to be forced into anything. She was a headstrong, feisty woman who didn't take kindly to following orders. A knock sounded at the door as she reluctantly turned around, knowing it was Paul, and walked out of the hotel room, 'Taker following after her.

'Taker and Paul both moved ahead of her, talking about the upcoming night. "Christian out of the hospital yet?"

"No. His physician wanted to keep him a few more days then a week of bed rest. He had bruised ribs on top of the concussion."

"Hmmm...." He hid his smirk, maybe that would remind the whelp who the hell was in charge. "Alexis will be escorting me out again tonight."

Paul glanced up at him like he had lost his mind. "Uh...is that a good idea?"

"She'll behave unless she wants me to swing a chair at HER head."

"I want you to swing a chair at my head Undertaker. I want to be out of commission so that way I can stay in a HOSPITAL bed instead of with YOU!" She had whipped around, tears in her eyes along with fire, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. "I love Christian, get it through your fucking head, asshole!!" She couldn't believe he was purposely talking about the love of her life in front of her about him being in the hospital and acting like it was no big deal. "You can burn in hell if you think for a SECOND I'll do anything you say!"

"First off, Strawberry, you wouldn't be in the hospital, you'd still be on the road with me because Paul is certified and more than capable of caring for you," He began without even stopping, brushing past her. "Second, I could care less who the love of your life is, don't flatter yourself with foolish notions of love when it comes to me. And last, if you DON'T do what I say, I'll punish your boyfriend instead of you. How would that be, hmmm?"

Alexis didn't say another word to him as they rode to the arena, her eyes remaining staring outside. Her entire body was sore and the fire in her arms was slowly diminishing. No doubt she would have a little more color by morning. They arrived in the arena and Alexis followed silently, but she refused to lower her head. Her eyes were filled with anger, being forced into something like this, and walked inside the Ministry's locker room.

She seen Gangrel was nowhere to be found and smirked inwardly. Good. The bastard ever hit her again, which she had the bruise on her cheek covered up with makeup, and she was going to kick his teeth down his damn throat. Her heart broke at the look on Edge's face, walking over to him, but was yanked by the wrist toward Undertaker. She stared back at Christian's brother pleadingly, silently asking him if Christian was alright.

Edge subtly nodded his head, assuring her Christian was even though that wasn't actually the case. Christian had made things worse by trying to leave the hospital, several times, and had been sedated repeatedly, trying to get to Alexis. He swallowed hard, looking down at the floor.

Paul had disappeared for a short time, finally coming in and handing Alexis a bottle of aloe. "For your burn." He said briskly.

"Need some assistance rubbing it in?" He breathed in her ear.

"Yeah, I do." She murmured softly and opened the container as she turned around. When he looked her up and down, Alexis took advantage and proceeded to squeeze the bottle, the Aloe Vera going right into his face. "Thanks." She snorted before storming into the bathroom, leaving the rest of the Ministry standing there in shock. She knew that would burn like a bitch and threw the container away before washing her hands.

"Oh shit..."

Mideon kept his mouth shut though his eyes were as wide as potatoes.

"Is she NUTS?"

This had to be the most painful, not to mention humiliating, experience of his life. He was now laying face up on a bench, his hair dangling off the end of it brushing the floor while Paul Bearer cleaned his eyes. Oh sweet Jesus that hurt, burned...He was going to murder that little bitch for this. Hadn't he warned her? HADN'T HE?

"WATCH IT PAUL!"

Paul jumped with a nervous giggle, seeing the redness around 'Taker's eyes then the actual red in them, reminded of a pissed off bull and swallowed hard. "S-sorry."

Edge was staring into a corner, trying not to laugh.

Alexis walked out as all eyes fell on her and simply walked over, sitting down in a nearby chair, crossing one leg over the other and staring at the monitor, acting like she didn't just burn 'Taker's eyes with Aloe Vera. Maybe next time he wouldn't offer his services and piss her off to the point of no return.

"Girl, do you have any idea what you've done?" Bradshaw was still in shock, hearing a low growl come from his boss.

"I don't know what you're talking about. It's not my fault the bottle was overfilled." She smiled sweetly though it didn't reach her calculating violet eyes.

Edge had to run and use the bathroom, causing Alexis to smirk when she heard his bellowing laughter through the door.