Chapter 11

Alexis opened her eyes when she felt 'Taker stir, knowing both of them had fallen asleep and looked around as she rubbed her eyes, seeing they were at the hotel. Yawning, she gathered her things and stepped out of the car, stretching and cracking her back, groaning in satisfaction. Damn that felt good. She smiled at Paul and 'Taker, grabbing her bag, and followed them inside the hotel to drop their things off. It was fairly early and she planned on getting a nap in before they had to go to the arena.

Not even thinking about it, he reached for her hand, entwining his fingers with hers as they stopped at the front desk, getting their keys. There they said bye to Paul and headed up to the third floor, sighing as he leaned back in the elevator, letting go of Alexis's hand finally. Today had been interesting to say the least and tonight promised to be even better. Edge and Christian had to be back by now.

"Do you think he'll leave you alone?" He asked suddenly.

"I don't know." She answered softly, finally looking up into his green eyes, that dream suddenly resurfacing and she could feel her breathing increase a little. "I hope he does." She was thankful the elevator dinged as she stepped off, knowing she had to put space between them, clutching her keycard in her hand and pulled the ponytail holder out of her hair, running her fingers through it as the damp locks flowed down her back.

He was inches away, his long legs easily keeping and out distancing her if he had chosen though the view from behind wasn't shabby. He wanted to reach out and take a lock of Alexis's hair between his fingers just to see if it felt as silky as it looked. He halted at his own door, another suite with a single bathroom separating them no doubt, groaning audibly at the very thought, hesitating to lean his head against the cool door.

Alexis was already in her room and closed the door, tossing her bag in the corner and laid down on the bed, enjoying the coolness the comforter brought forth. What was she doing? Did she really want 'Taker? Alexis was so confused as she closed her eyes, deciding to sleep on it, yawning softly as she set the clock for six. She knew 'Taker liked leaving for the arena no later than seven. Without another thought, Alexis closed her eyes and drifted into a deep slumber, snuggling with the pillow.

Sleep evaded him again. He wound up taking a cold shower, handling a problem while he was in there, wondering if his erection was going to become permanent because that's what it had felt like, groaning. Time did not go by soon enough and he had to talk himself out of going into Alexis's room several times. His mind tempting him with several different thoughts that all wound up with them ending in her bed.

The alarm went off as Alexis reluctantly got up, shutting it off, and raked a hand through her hair, wincing when she got it caught between her fingers again. She didn't have much time and started for the bathroom, then halted, knocking on the door instead. She knew this was another adjoining bathroom suite; why did 'Taker insist on getting these?

She didn't hear anything and walked in, smiling and quickly shed her clothes before hopping in the shower. There was no way she wasn't taking one after the long drive they had as the water flowed over her body, sighing in contentment. Then images of him in the shower flowed through her mind, remembering those tiny rivulets of water cascading down his muscular chest...Alexis groaned and turned the water on cold, trying to calm her racing heart from the thoughts that were plaguing her.

He was waiting in the hallway for her, dressed in blue jeans with a ripped knee, a long sleeved green thermal shirt with his hair held back by a green bandana. Not in the mood for all black at the moment and in need of doing laundry anyways.

"Laundry time?" Paul asked knowingly, spotting 'Taker in his 'I'm out of clothes' outfit.

"How'd you guess?"

"The color gave it all away."

Alexis walked out of her room, wearing a black and purple corset top that laced up the front with a long knee length black skirt and black knee high boots that were two inches. Her lips were glossy and she had purple eyeliner around her eyes, trying to balance out the purple and black. She stopped dead in her tracks when she seen what 'Taker was raising, arching an eyebrow.

"Pinch me." She ordered, seeing Paul blink at her, and nodded at him. "Go ahead, pinch me." When he did, she winced slightly. "Thanks, I'm not dreaming. Um...should I go change?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing heavily.

"He's out of his usual black." Paul explained.

"If you wish to change Alexis, make it quick." He said finally, his eyes roaming her, slowly licking his lips.

Clearing his throat, Paul looked in the other direction.

"Nah, I like this outfit and it would totally screw with my makeup." She slipped her leather black jacket on, then immediately took it off and tossed it back in her room. "Let's roll gentlemen." She smiled, walking past them, her hair down and hugging her middle back, some flowing over her shoulders, knowing they had to get to the arena. Her boots thudded gently with every movement she made as she waited for them at the elevator, a quick walker by nature. That nap did wonders for her not to mention the cold shower to wake her up fully.

He followed, once again cocking his head to the side to watch her ass, groaning when Paul nudged him sharply with his elbow. "What?"

"She did call you a gentleman."

"I never said I was though." He retorted, stepping onto the elevator and leaned against the wall, folding his arms over his muscular chest with a sigh.

Rolling his eyes, Paul pressed a button.

They arrived at the arena as Alexis stepped out, feeling hot due to 'Taker's heated gaze and knew she needed to stay out here a little longer, taking her time in walking inside the arena. They walked inside the dressing room and she immediately went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Alexis grabbed a few paper towels, wetting them, and folded them before pressing it to the back of her neck.

"Fuck this." She muttered, tossing it in the trash before taking her hair and pulled it up into a half bun, though her hair was looking wild. She didn't care, at least it wasn't resting against her neck as she took a deep breath, trying to push the dream she'd had of 'Taker out of her mind. Another one. Damn her subconscious!

Quietly, 'Taker stepped into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind him, having ignored the speculative looks from the Ministry as well as the knowing one from Paul. "What's wrong?" He asked softly, resting his hands on her shoulders. She had been acting strange all day, restless and apparently overheating frequently. It crossed his mind she might be having the same issues he was. Even though she had acted like he'd tried to kill her the night before with just a simple kiss.

His touch was like liquid fire as Alexis stared back at him in the mirror briefly before clearing her throat, trying to get herself under control. "I'm having hot flashes, think my period's coming." She felt him abruptly let her go and tried hard not to look amused as she turned around to face him. Even though she'd already had her monthly, had just gotten over it actually. It was the damn dreams that kept plaguing her mind and she couldn't seem to push them away. "I'm fine." She assured him with a smile, trying not to look into his eyes though that was hard as hell to do and she could already feel the heat building again.

Wow, now THAT had been something he simply did not need to know. Ever. Of course he was familiar with that time of the month, he just generally avoided women he knew were on it, preferring to not deal with the shit. Clearing his throat, he hoped she wasn't about to turn into a total banshee or something.

"Um...if you need anything...ask Paul." He said before walking out, blinking rapidly.

Laughter erupted from her a moment later as Alexis had to clutch the sink before she fell over, the look on 'Taker's face priceless. She shook her head and got her bearings together before walking out, her shoulders shaking as she bit her bottom lip hard.

"What's so funny?"

"Sure you wanna know?"

"How bad can it be?"

"I'm having hot flashes, care to know why?"

Bradshaw walked out of the room.

Alexis started laughing all over again, wondering if these men knew if she was a woman.

"I thought women who were menopausal had hot flashes?" Mideon asked, confusion in his eyes.

'Taker could only groan, not liking where this conversation was heading, sinking down onto a bench.

"No you dumbass." Farooq snapped. "Women on their periods can- WAIT...I ain't stayin' in a room with a raggy, knaggy woman!" He walked out too.

Paul sighed, rubbing his temples. "I'll go see if the trainers have some Midol or Pamprin." He frowned at the looks he was getting. "I have daughters."

"Paul, that's not necessary." Alexis assured him through giggles as she sunk down into her chair, not believing how this was blowing up in her face. It was a cover up so that way 'Taker didn't know that she was thinking about his big hands, those gorgeous eyes, his long black hair, that slick wet tongue...Alexis took a bottled water Mideon handed her and downed it before tossing it into the trash. Trying to think of something else and failing miserably, Alexis crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"She really is having hot flashes." Mideon said, watching wide eyed as she downed the second bottle he handed her, seeing she was fanning herself with her hands. "Are you alright?"

Even Paul was getting worried now. He'd notice she'd been doing things to cool herself down all day and it wasn't getting better. "'Taker?"

"Hospital."

"No, I need air." She stated, standing up, not believing this as she tossed a second bottle into the trash. "I'm fine, seriously. Got a lot on my mind. Come get me when it's time for the match." She walked out before he could stop her and ran toward the exit, kicking the doors open and inhaled the cold air, in through the nose and out the mouth. Her body was raging and she knew she had to find a way to cool it down. She sat down and leaned back against the wall, not surprised when Paul came out after her. "I'm right here, I'm not leaving." She assured the paternal man with a smile, slowly standing up. "I don't need a hospital, really."

So if it wasn't PMS or some other weird bodily thing happening, what the hell? Paul was obviously wracking his mind, blinking once then nodded. "See you for the match." He said, patting her shoulder and headed back inside, halting. "Be careful."

Soon as he was inside, Edge and Christian appeared from the shadows, both of them looking at her like she was out of her mind, obviously hurt. "Alexis? Care to explain to us what's going on?" Edge asked softly.

This was the LAST thing she needed to deal with right now.

"No, I'm not going to explain anything to you." Her violet eyes suddenly ignited on fire. "Because of you Christian, I am stuck with the Ministry now. Because of you, I have to walk down the ramp way with the Undertaker instead of the Brood, like it SHOULD'VE been before you fools decided to join him. No, I'm not explaining anything to you. You need to leave me alone, both of you, before you end up seriously hurt." Now that she had her mind on something else, besides 'Taker, Alexis was cooling off rapidly. "I tried leaving Christian and what did you do? You begged me to stay, KNOWING what kind of man 'Taker is. Don't even give me those sad brown eyes because it's not going to work. Do you want to know why I'm not coming back to you?" When all he could do was shake his head, Alexis decided to really nail him good. "Because I'm with the Undertaker now, thanks to you. Of course, I tried warning you both about Gangrel and did you listen? NO you didn't! So you know what? I'm going back inside and I'm going to walk down to that ring with the Ministry and stand by his side. Why? Because of your stupid decisions." She then stormed back inside the arena, knowing everything she just said was true and surprisingly, she didn't feel an ounce of regret.

Christian watched her go, his heart shattering in his chest. How could he explain that even if they hadn't joined the Ministry she would have wound up with the Undertaker? But then again, she was right. A heartless bitch, but right. Sighing, he slipped back into the darkness.

"So...do we run when she gets back or is she not insane?" Bradshaw had no idea how to word it delicately.

"Offer her chocolates if you must, but if you run again I will personally kill you with a tampon."

"I'm not insane Bradshaw, though watching 'Taker try to kill you with a tampon would be hilarious." Alexis said as she walked up, looking cooled down and ready to get down to business. Christian had angered her, which put out the fire she felt for 'Taker for the time being. "Ready?" She smiled when 'Taker nodded and followed him down the hallway with the rest of the Ministry, her head held high.

This was the best thing for her career and, honestly, she was starting to enjoy being in this group. They all treated her with respect, for the most part. Alexis walked out on the stage with 'Taker, interrupting Vince McMahon, her smile gone since the Ministry didn't smile. They dominated.

Paul wondered just how 'Taker was going to balance TWO women if he really went through with this insane scheme. One could possibly kill him and the other was barely legal.

Stephanie and Alexis. Obviously he preferred Alexis, but Stephanie was the key to daddy. Nothing sexually interesting about the plain faced, shrill woman-child besides the fact that she was a little princess.