Chapter 11: Partners
October 9 and November 27, 2005

Author's note: just to not get in trouble, I should remind everyone that I don't own anything that has to do with WWE. Also, please don't raise a stink; I created this scenario to both work with this story and work with the other character (whom was created first). So please don't tell me if the other superstar decided to do what he did to Undertaker for another reason; after all, this story is an AU and should be treated as such.

Thank you, ChanelCalaway, for helping me with this chapter by giving me an idea seed

October 9, 2005

After about a year of watching him, Pandora's dedication towards the Undertaker grew. She often got into arguments with Lacti, because Lacti did not understand why she was so dedicated to a demon whom she had never met. Pandora kept silent about meeting him many times and also kept something else a secret: she had a fantasy about him. She noticed that divas sometimes accompanied superstars to the ring and cheered them on. She wanted to accompany Undertaker to the ring as his valet. She figured that she never get a chance to do so…but an unexpected "challenge" gave her an opportunity she never saw coming.

Dressed in a sleeveless blue shirt and short jean shorts, seventeen year old Rebecca was excited. She won the lottery to go to No Mercy and go backstage to meet the superstars. She wanted to meet all of them but there was one superstar she wanted to meet above all: the Legend Killer Randy Orton. Ever since she started following his career, she was fascinated by him, despite his status as a villain. She was impressed by his skill, strength, and attitude. Being in foster care, she enjoyed seeing someone being so strong and dangerous and get away with it.

As she walked around, she saw Randy with his father Cowboy Bob Orton. She straightened out her short brown hair, waiting for him to walk by her. When he did, she chirped, "Randy Orton…oh wow."

Seeing him up close like this made her freeze. Randy looked at her and coldly asked, "What?"

Rebecca bit her lower lip and said, "Randy…I just want you to know…I'm your biggest fan…and I'm rooting for you in your match against the Undertaker."

Randy merely stared at her. But, as he started to walk away, Rebecca blurted out, "Maybe you'll prove my friend wrong."

Randy froze and turned around, his eye boring into her. "What was that?"

Rebecca squeaked. But it was too late; she could not take her words back. "Well…my friend thinks your title is a fake…and he kind of makes sense."

She soon regretted those last six words. Randy grabbed her throat and pushed her against the wall. "You think I'm a fake? You don't think I'm a legend killer? I've proved that!"

Rebecca looked at him and decided to act like him; she decided to act cold and uncaring. She did that whenever she felt threatened, like now. "Well…you call yourself a legend killer…and yet you haven't killed. When are you going to live up to your title?"

Randy wanted to say something. However, an idea popped in his head. He smirked coldly and stated, "Join me at ringside…and I'll show you that I am a legend killer."

Rebecca nodded as Randy let go of her throat. "I look forward to it." Randy nodded and left with Bob Orton. Rebecca sighed and then noticed…there was a camera nearby and it caught the exchange they had. She was stunned by this and ran out of sight.

Rebecca did join Randy and Bob Orton at ringside. She was still embarrassed that her statements were caught on tape. But she figured that everyone would realize that her words were just that: words. Unfortunately…when the Ortons won, she learned how deadly words can be.

After the Ortons locked Undertaker into the casket, Rebecca helped them push the casket up to the entrance. She was all smiles, glad that Randy won. But she did not realize that Bob was gone until he came back…with an ax. She did a double-take and immediately got worried. "What…what is this? Guys, what's going on?"

Randy took the ax and started to scream at the casket and Undertaker that he was the legend killer and he proved it tonight. Rebecca started to get worried, especially when Randy started to cut a hole into the casket. She freaked out, screaming at Randy to stop. She was his biggest fan but she did not like what she was seeing. She felt her mind tighten, a sign of her anxiety coming on. That feeling got worst when Bob came out with a container of gasoline and a lighter. Rebecca screamed at Randy as he got the container, "What the hell is this? What are you doing?"

Randy got up on the casket and looked at her square in the eye. "Living up to my name."

Rebecca paled as Randy started to pour the gasoline on and in the casket. "That was a joke! That wasn't a challenge! Stop! Please, no!"

Randy ignored her and, despite her pleads, set the casket on fire. Rebecca covered her mouth and nose in shock. She slowly removed her hands and started to make noises. She had a full-on anxiety attack, with screams, scared looks, and clutching her head. She could not believe what happened right in front of her. She finally passed out from her anxiety attack. Randy saw this and picked her up, carrying her out.

That night, Rebecca underwent a complete make-over. She died her hair blood red to represent Undertaker's split blood. She abandoned her bright clothes and took on all black clothing, picking tight black pants and a black tank top as her main outfit. She changed her name to Lilith because she felt like that name fit her current state more. Because of her changes and her accidentally planting the idea in Randy's mind, she was hired to be Randy's valet, where she remains to this day.

Everyone in Hell watched the match and was stunned at what a human did to the legendary demon. However, they figured that Undertaker would return to Hell when the casket was revealed to be empty. Because of that, they all headed towards Hell entrance to greet him. But he did not come. What the demons did not realize was that Undertaker transported back to Hell as soon as the ax made its first hit.

Pandora was among the demons who waited by the gate. Like the others, she was stunned that Undertaker was taken down by a human like Randy but she also heard Rebecca's pleads. Pandora saw that this female did not intend for Randy taking her words so seriously. Because of that, Pandora was mad at only Randy.

As they continued to wait, the crowd slowly started to wane. They did not want to wait for very long since they started to believe that Undertaker would not come back. After about an hour, only Pandora and another demon remained. Pandora snuck a peek at the demon and recognized him. "Battle?"

Battle looked and recognized Pandora as well. He quickly looked away, remembering how psychotic she was when she was in the Ministry. Pandora sighed. "Battle, don't ignore me…please?"

Battle shuddered at the sound of her voice. Pandora rolled her eyes. "Come on, grow up. She's not even out and you're still afraid of her."

Battle looked at Pandora. "What?"

Pandora then remembered: she never explained to the Ministry that there were two sides of her. So she gave a summary of why she acted that way. Battle did not know if he should believe her or not. Pandora sighed and turned away from him. "For what it's worth…you did the right thing by kicking me out."

Battle stayed silent, which made Pandora roll her eyes and start to leave. Suddenly, Battle grabbed her shoulder. "Wait…" Pandora looked back at him as he said, "Check out Death Valley…after all, they say he's from there."

Pandora nodded. "All right. Want to join me?"

Battle shook his head and started to leave. "I can't go to the human world. Besides…he always favored you over me." He was still a little bitter that Undertaker made him lead the way when he came back to Hell during the time of the Ministry. Pandora nodded and went through the portal, keeping Death Valley in mind.

The portal took her directly to Death Valley and Pandora started to be grateful that she chose a sleeveless shirt to wear with her jeans. This place was as hot as the lower levels of Hell and was covered with nothing but sand. Shielding her eyes from the sun, she started to walk forward. She had no clue where she was going but she figured that she would just keep walking until she found something.

A couple hours into her trek, she was getting exhausted and extremely hot. She regretted coming here. She decided to go back to Hell and tried to summon the portal. But the heat and exhaustion made her too weak to summon it and she collapsed in the sand. Luckily, someone saw her…

Come night, Pandora woke up to find herself in a bad in a one room wooden house. She slowly sat up and looked around. The bed was in the corner, next to the door. There were two windows next to door as well as a window on the wall behind her. She looked around, bewildered. How did she get here? More importantly, who brought her here? Her questions were answered when the door opened: Undertaker walked in. Pandora's eyes widened as he looked at her. "You're awake."

Pandora nodded. "Did you…?"

"You were passed out not too far from here. What are you doing here?"

Pandora bit her lower lip before answering, "I wanted to see you…after that match with Randy…and a 'friend' of mine told me to look for you here when you didn't come back to Hell."

Undertaker nodded once. Pandora looked up at him, waiting for him to explain why he did not come back to Hell to recuperate. Instead, he asked, "Why did you hunt me down?"

Pandora shrunk back a little before blurting out, "Take me back with you." Undertaker looked at her with questioning eyes. Pandora blushed and looked down. "That is…when you go back…I want to be your valet."

Undertaker lifted her head a little, making her look at him. "What makes you think you're worthy of joining me?"

Pandora blinked before answering, "Well…I was the high priestess for Hell's chapter of the Ministry. I know everything about your past, matches, and techniques. I'm a dedicated fan. This is my dream."

Undertaker listened and asked again, "What makes you think you're worthy of joining me?"

Pandora looked confused. "I told you my reasons."

"You barely survived the desert out there. How do I know that you can survive the world I live in?"

Pandora stiffened her face a little. "The desert is different from an arena. You know that as well as I do."

Undertaker looked directly into her eyes. "Though you are correct…you still need to prove yourself."

Pandora nodded. "Fine. I'll do anything to join your side."

Undertaker's eyes narrowed. He was already thinking about how to make Pandora prove herself. As he got up, he got an idea. It was brutal but it could work. He looked down at her. "We start tomorrow."

The next morning, Pandora woke up and saw that Undertaker was not there. She found a note that told her to make a portal that would take her to a set of coordinates. She was both excited and confused; she had no idea what awaited her. After writing a note for Lacti saying that she was on a trip and using the portal to drop it on the table, she made a portal on the wall and went through.

She came to a remote part of Death Valley. She was in the middle of a wrestling ring and what surrounded the ring made her pale. The ring was surrounded by a cage…better known as Hell in a Cell. She murmured, "Oh hell…"

She heard the cage door slam shut. She shuddered and slowly turned around. Undertaker climbed into the ring and stared her down. "You're not there yet."

For the next month, Undertaker trained Pandora in Hell in a Cell. He was brutal to her, treating her like an opponent; he told her every night that it was the only way for her to prove her of being worthy to join him. During the month, Pandora broke a bone or a wing every day and she always left the cage exhausted and bloody. Undertaker healed her every night and kept asking her if she would give up. She always stated that she would not.

The night before Survivor Series, Undertaker was tending to Pandora's broken right leg and arm. She winced and looked at him. "How much longer are you going to beat me up?"

Undertaker looked at her as he set her arm, making her yelp. "Had enough?"

Pandora had tears falling but she still shook her head. "No…that's always going to be my answer."

Undertaker nodded and set her leg, making her yelp again. He then started to heal her further. "Today was the last day."

Pandora looked up, feeling both relieved and excited. "So…what does that mean?"

Undertaker looked up from his work. "We're going back tomorrow." Standing up, he looked at her. "Dress like a diva." Pandora smiled brightly.

November 27, 2005

At Survivor Series, Lilith cheered Randy on. Since that fateful match, they never mentioned it because of Lilith's reaction. She tried not to think about it but she knew that she could never fully forget it; her hair alone reminded her. But she was not determined to let it bother her; she did not need any more anxiety attacks.

Randy gave her the distraction she needed: he gave HBK an RKO, winning the elimination match for Team SmackDown. She cheered and joined the rest of SmackDown in congratulating Randy. She loved her job as Randy's valet; she was able to get in on the action without getting hurt. She was proud of Randy for winning for the team…but she and Randy froze when a familiar bell tolled. She quickly turned around and started to panic. Randy joined her side, just as freaked, as the druids came out with a coffin, standing it up.

The sight of the coffin reminded Lilith of her first match…and of her joke/challenge. She was getting close to an anxiety attack but tried to stay calm. She could tell that Randy was freaking out as well. The message sunk in even more when a lightening bolt struck the casket, setting it aflame. Randy and Lilith paled at this; it was now official who this casket belonged to. Lilith felt her mind tighten but tried to put on a tough face. That failed when the casket opened up, revealing Undertaker; Pandora rolled out from behind the casket and smirked at the ring.

Pandora was dressed both as a diva and to kill. Her leather outfit consisted of a very short mini skirt, a very short backless shirt whose collar wrapped around her neck but opened up to show cleavage, knee-high boots, and long gloves that were held in place by a string around her middle fingers. She also kept her wings in full view; as long as she was with Undertaker, she was not afraid to show them. (A.N. look at my profile icon to see what she looks like)

Randy turned deathly pale and Lilith had a pure anxiety attack. Undertaker and Pandora went to the ring and Undertaker went in, leaving Pandora standing at the ropes. Undertaker threw Randy out of the ring and Bob slipped out, taking Lilith with him. To the delight of Pandora, Undertaker then attacked everyone in the ring until he was left. Pandora joined him and stared down the Ortons with Undertaker. Lilith was hiding behind Randy; she was not hiding her fear towards the powerful demon. Undertaker gave Randy the RIP warning and Pandora grinned darkly. Randy and Lilith paled at what was in front of them; the nightmare was just beginning.

In Hell, Lacti, Venom, and Venoma were in the bar…and were stunned to see Pandora next to Undertaker. The twins look at Lacti, who looked furious. Her years of keeping them apart…destroyed.

Leading up to Armageddon, Undertaker had fun playing mind games with Randy and Lilith. Pandora added her own touch to the mind games; her giggles were heard during crucial moments in the games. The combination of Undertaker's mind games and Pandora's giggles wore away at Randy and Lilith, especially Lilith who had anxiety attacks frequently thanks to the mind games. But Randy was determined to face Undertaker in Hell in a Cell. Lilith was worried but she wanted to stay by the man whom she considered a brother.

At Armageddon, the Hell in a Cell match was brutal. Pandora and Lilith (with Bob Orton) stayed outside the cell. Lilith stayed by Bob, feeling nervous; the sight of the cell was frightening to her. Pandora, on the other hand, was very comfortable with the cell thanks to her training. Having replaced her skirt with pants for the match, she was on top of the cell, crawling around to be above the action. Both participants became very bloody but were not about to give up. In the end, Undertaker gave both Randy and Bob (who slipped in with Lilith when the referee was replaced) tombstone piledrivers. Lilith stayed in the corner and had a big anxiety attack. Because of that, Undertaker left her alone and joined Pandora on top of the cell. Pandora smirked at Undertaker; this was going to be a fun life with him, especially since she later learned that Lacti was furious at her. This gave Pandora the perfect reason to leave Lacti's house and set up a home for herself for when Undertaker was not in the ring.