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A/N2: OK this is Slash. If you don't know it is MxM pairing. Don't don't like it or it not your thing feel free to go pick another story. Please REVIEW & let me know if I should try to do more. This is a Dark & smutty Story.)

(OK heads up if you thought it odd Taker being topped in his past you may not care for this chapter either...but still hope you read it cause if not the following chapter may be confusing)

The morning of his trip Taker was dressed in jeans, plain tee shirt & a hooded sweat jacket. He knew he had to make this trip at least one more time, he had to bury that long dark chapter of his life to move past it. He had to make sure that door was closed. After he made sure he had everything needed he made his way to Kane's room knocking.

Christian opened the door quickly lowering his head seeing it was Taker. "Yes Taker sir?"
Taker took a slow breath. "Protocol is no longer needed with me unless you wish to." He nodded slightly lifting his head some but still not looking into his eyes. "I need to speak to Kane is he in?"
"Um yes. Come on in." Christian moved letting Taker pass him. Kane & Edge were both seated on the couch watching TV.

"Kane may I speak in private to you?"
"Of course." He patted Edge's arm & he moved to allow Kane up. Standing he lead Taker into the bedroom shutting the door. "What's wrong?"
"I need you to watch over Cena for a day or two."
"Why?"
"Kane you know where I am off to."
"Damn it…no…It never goes well."
"I have to…you know I have no control over it when I am this close. This will hopefully be the last times."
"What makes you say that? How will she no longer have control over you after this time?"

Taker lowered his head a moment but when he looked back up he could hardly contain his genuine smile. "Because after the show Sunday I am taking John to my home…were we can actually be together without any worries." A faint worry to his eyes "I do still worry about hurting him…but he is more then willing."

"Your heart is already invested in him isn't it? Now you just need the physical part…you sure that will free you?"
"I hope so…it is the only thing I can think of…I have allowed pain & rage to dictate my life for so long…I am going today to bury all that. Going to the town to lay to rest the memories once & for all. Then make the trek to say bye to Reaper once & for all…she can find another pawn."

Kane reached a hand brushing Taker's face feeling the change to his body temperature. "He has indeed been a good influence on you hasn't he?"
"I truly think he has. Just please watch him for me."
"I will." Kane leans over just kissing Taker's cheek lightly "You watch out for yourself I would hate to have to track down a bog witch because something happened to you." Taker gave a slight laugh at even the thought.
"I will see you either tonight or in the morning." Before he left he handed Kane a duplicate of his room key & headed out.

It took a few hours for Taker to even reach the small almost remote town. He looked at his cell phone & as he already guessed the signal bounced between weak & dead without even moving. He pulled his hood up covering his face before stepping from the car taking a small walk around the place. He stopped down this one road outside a two story house he lowered his head his eyes drifted close. Where there was now a quite town at one time was the village he was born in. The home he stood by rested on the spot of the home with Sean.

A faint sigh from his lips as he started to walk again now moving towards a fountain that was in the center square. Every time he would visit he is would think of the odd irony that it was placed on the spot where the pyre was that ripped his heart from his life so long ago. Tears would want to run his cold cheeks looking at it, but this time there was a slow warmth growing. Reaching he took a coin from his pocket flipping it into the water. Hearing a splash as it hit the water he turned making one more stop, just as the fountain he knew it would not be like the other times. Near the edge of the town rested a home bigger then the others. He watched children playing in the front yard. A young woman stepping out calling them inside. Her head raised slightly looking at him a questioning glance before turning to head inside.

"May I help ye?" came a Male's voice behind him. Taker slowly turned looking at a strapping young male with rich chestnut hair & green eyes maybe about 25.
"This thee mayor's home is it not?" His Texan Drawl faded to a faded brogue.
"That it is…I be his son…something I do for ya stranger?"
"Nay, just passing through…I tracked some family down to these parts & just wished to see it while I be around."
"Very well." He nodded his head. "Good day to ya then."
"Good day." He watched at the young man walked away from him. How a part of him would of loved to charm the young man leading him into the near by trees to feed deeply from him. Not this time though…it was to be different.

As the door closed Taker just bowed his head whispering faintly under his breath. "Sins of the father no more….I absolve thee." He then turned heading back for his car heading down a different road then the one he headed in from. He only drove about five miles out of the town till he knew the roads were no longer passable by vehicle. He removed his jacket before stepping from the car. Taker walked away from the car feeling the ground grow soft under his feet knowing a wrong step could lead into a hidden bog. The place a blend of life and death, this place the birth of his own unnatural life. Sadly the home of his creator.

The trees grow thick above his head starting to block the light of day fighting to filter to the ground as he walked. His head slowly turned side to side looking knowing she seemed to be able to come from anywhere. He knew he should of expected it, yet it almost caught him off guard as a root seemed to spring from the ground wrapping his ankle. He stopped fast enough to stop from falling.

"REAPER!"
"Dead Man….my my." Her voice a whisper around him. "Hmmm Something is different…" She stepped out from behind one of the trees her skin ghostly pale, wet untamed red hair & rich green eyes. She was dressed in a blouse of some sort & a broomstick skirt that clung to her body as she moved. She walked closer to Taker tilting her head to study him but he worked to not catch her gaze.
"I came to say me peace with you Reaper…let me go."
"Ye peace? What could ye mean by that Marcus?" The way the name rolled from her lips felt like venom in his veins.
"Don't call me that."
"Why not…it is ya name after all."
"Only one will ever call me that…"

"Ya want me to believe ye found him again…after all this time."
"I have…that is the change you feel."
Her face twisted in to a furious mask. "That so?" she reached a hand out grabbing Taker forcefully by his jaw her nails biting his flesh. "Ye almost feel like them again…." She gives a cold laugh forcing him to look at her till he closed his eyes. "These new feelings are making ye weak Marcus."
"Stop it." He gave a growl yanking his jaw from her grip not caring about the scratches. "You are never to call me that again."

"He can't make ye feel as I can…he can never understand ya as I can." Her voice a soft whisper again as he can feel her hands running under his shirt up his chest. He grabs her arms moving them away from him.
"Stop it Reaper."
"Why…Ya know I will get what I want…"
"I am not yours anymore."
"If that the case you would not be here now."
"I only did such out of respect…"
"NO!" She faintly hissed "Ye will always be mine Marcus…I made ya…" Taker grunted feeling something wrapping his wrists pulling his hands to his sides. Reaper's hands tracing his skin again. "My blood runs in ya veins…ye can never be free of me."

"Reaper please…stop this."
"Ye emotions are making you weak Marcus." The name passing her lips caused another growl from his lips. His back arched at the vines holding his wrist pulled him to the ground in a heavy thud. His eyes opened as pain etched his face. Looking up at her. "I remember a time when such a blow hardly phased ya love."
"I'LL NEVER BE YA LOVE, I PRAY YOU BURN IN THE PITS!" She moved to crouch next to him her hand brushing his face he went to turn from her.

"If the devil hasn't claimed me yet I doubt he ever will." She placed her hands on his shoulders leaning over his dragging her tongue over the scratches on his jaw the blood lightly seeping down his neck. "Come now Marcus ye used to be more fun then this." Her one hand trailed down his body unfastening his jeans.

"REAPER NO…" He faintly growled.
"Ye need to do better then that love." He pulled his shoulders up the best he could but it was no use as the vines were as strong as steel. He let out a low hiss as she took a nail running it down his chest ripping the shirt as she went. Her lips full as she licked them looking him over. "They may of made you weaker Marcus…but I wonder if it has made you tastier."
"Reaper…no…I know you get offerings….please."

She leaned near his ear. "But yours is always special…" She lightly traced his neck almost marveling at him. "Remember Marcus I hardly ever seen you with a heartbeat…quite interesting.." He almost snarled in rage trying to pull his wrist or legs free. "Yes…Yes make that blood flow even more for me." She lifted her head watching him fight. Her lips in a faint curl her fangs glistened faintly in the dim light as she traced a hand over the left side of his chest. "Yes…" she almost hissed over him as he tried to shake his head no. She brought her lips closer to his flesh she trailed kisses over the top of the pec till pain ripped through him with a scream as her fangs sink into his skin. She only sucked on the spot a time before removing her lips is a sickening grin watching at the blood still flowed from the bite not healing it yet.

"CURSE YOU! CURSE YOU TO HELL YOU HELLISH BITCH!" She only chuckled at his out burst as she licked her lips watching the blood trail towards his neck & down between his pecs.
"What a delicious sight…I wonder of ya new love would look as lovely." Mark fought even more.
"YOU LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE! I WOULD NEVER BRING HIM HERE!" She quickly placed a hand to his neck squeezing firmly.
"I would watch how agitated ya get Marcus…or ye may not be leaving when I am done with ya" Leaning over she slowly licked the wound stopping the blood flow & then traced the trail of blood. She moved to kneel next to his body. Looking down she gave a frown seeing his jeans open, but not a single stir from his manhood. "Ye not even wish to entertain me today Marcus….how disappointing."

"You had your taste…you had your fun…now let me go."
"Oh indeed I had a small taste…but I have yet to have my fun."
"NO…I am not doing it….no anymore…."
"Who said I was giving ye a choice in the matter anymore." Her eyes held a dark gaze to them her voice almost deadly.
"How can you make me if my body won't agree. Remember I have great control over that."

"Normally I would agree…but remember the rules have changed Marcus…" She reached down taking a firm hold of him stroking him. He kept his eyes open drilling in his head he did not want this , he did not wish this.
"Stop it….I won't cave to you this time." He hissed as she gave a firm pull leading to him almost yelp. He took a deep breath as she finally let go slowly standing.

"Fine…I will get you…just a different approach." Mark started to struggle with his bindings again.
"Why me…why not one of your offerings before you bite them…Please….please just let me leave."
"I never thought I would hear you beg Marcus…you have really become pitiful….I would almost debate letting you go…or killing you if it was not for the fact of how wonderful I know you feel buried deep in me." She looks down at him a smile crosses her lips at the thought. "Does he know that feeling yet?" She kneels back down by Taker looking deep in his eyes he tried to turn his head but he was already caught.

"Re-reaper….no….no he ha-hasn't yet…."
"Ah….but ya can already picture it though…plus ya already have felt & tasted him….the reason he stirs these new feelings in ye." Her hand reaches towards his temple.
"REAPER PL-PLEASE NO….DON-DON'T DO THIS!" She touches his head near his temple his eyes drifting close pushing his mind to a pleasurable memory. Taker tried to fight, tried to keep his mind in the here & now. He didn't want to remember at that moment the wonderful feeling of John's lips wrapped around him.

Taker silently cursed himself at the spell Reaper had placed him mind under. He struggled with his bindings his body betraying him. She licked her lips watching him finally grow hard in her presence. She moved till she straddled his waist hovering over him. She loved hearing his groans even if they were not for her. She didn't care as she lowered herself onto him. "AYE….aye Marcus…." She moaned as she started to ride him hard & deep. She gripped a hold of his shoulders crushing her lips to his ravaging his body swallowing his moans as he couldn't help but come within her. His chest heaving as she finally let go of him but still having him connected deep with in her.

As he opened his eyes again slowly tears glistened in them. "Da-damn you…no-now you got wh-what you wanted fr-from me…let me go…"

She rolled her hips causing him to grunt almost painfully. "Not quite yet Marcus M'dear…Ya see….I was lying all those years go when I said maybe ye will find ye Sean again…I never planned on fully letting ya go…EVER…even if it just the one year or so…ye will always come back to me…Even if I need to ruin ye new one."
"NO…LEAVE HIM ALONE…..you can't get to him anyways…you can't leave here."

She leaned close to his face grabbing a head of his jaw gazing into his eyes again. "Ye right Marcus…My body can not leave…But if you were to ruin him for me."
"NO…I would never…" Before Taker could speak another word her lips met his again his mind slipping into a dense fog & then blackness.