Chapter 4: Dance With The Devil

Punk sighed as he filled up the cup he was getting Kat full of a hot coffee. His mind was going on overdrive with thoughts of Kat, Undertaker, his career and his match against Wade tonight. With a groan he rubbed his temples as he saw two girls with his tee shirt approaching him with wide eyes and shaking hands. He plastered on a smile and turned to great the trembling girls.

The hotel room is dark and silent, except for the sounds of Katherine slowly waking up with a soft moan. She pushes herself up on her elbows and hisses as the mark on her forearm flares to life and burns in time with the pounding of her head. Blindly she reaches out for her cellphone, whimpering as the light causes her headache to triple. "Fuck." She groaned, dropping her head back down to the pillow. 26 missed calls from her parents, 13 from Lita and 7 from Kelly. None from Undertaker but the burning in her veins was all the incentive she needed to hit his speedial and presses the phone to her ear. Panic and fear made her nervously ring the sheets as she desperately tried to remember the night before, after she had started drinking. He answers after the second ring but remains silent and Kat takes a deep breath, closing her eyes. "I'm sorry." She mummers, "I'm sorry for ignoring you all night. I just...after Kane... I freaked. I freaked and after I saw my fathers fighting about us and... Taker I ran. I got on Fury and I took off and Punk found me in a bar…umm... I'm still not really sure where we are... but... I'm sorry I didn't call you..." She took a deep shuttering breath, shoving the sounds of her fathers voice out of her head to focus on the crack his knuckles over the phone. His deep voice makes her wince. "We have rules Katherine. Rules that you agreed too, and you know that one of them is that if you aren't going to come to me when I call, you should have called me. You broke them and now you're going to have to pay for it. Do you understand me?"

Kat narrowed her eyes and fisted the sheets, anger flooding her. "Seriously? This should be an exception! It was your goddamn bothers fault all this shit is happening!" She stops and rolls her shoulders, calming her tone. "Listen, I'm understandably upset and... and honestly I...I don't think I can handle a punishment right now. Please... Please try to understand that I'm only human. I still feel everything a lot more then you do..."

She can feel him starting to consider her words. "Plus," she says, "I felt you last night, taking out some of your anger. Please… Undertaker… please give me this one…"

He lets out a rumbling sigh. "I'm not making any decisions right now, get your ass to the arena in Los Angeles and we'll talk about it…" He lowers his voice. "Face to face." And with a click, he hangs up. Dropping her head forward, she tosses her phone too Punks side of the bed and shoves the blankets off and makes her way to the shower, grabbing Punks sweatshirt on the way. She flips on the shower, turning the knob all the way to the heat and strips out of her clothes. -20 minutes later, Punk quietly opens the door, only to find the room empty. With a frown, he places the two cups of coffee down on the end table and finally hears the shower running. With a small smile, he flops back down on the bed and flicks on the TV, trying to keep his mind off the young woman in the shower. Just as Punk began to get interested in the show on the screen, the bathroom door swings open and Kat comes out drying her hair on a towel, only dressed in Punks 'Bouncing Souls' sweatshirt, half way zipped. "Hey Punk!" She smiles and doesn't seem to be bothered with the wide eyed look in his eyes or the very slight flush to his cheeks.

"Oh god thanks for the coffee." She says excitedly and takes a long slip, wrapping her fingers around the warm cup. "Can you do me a huge favor hon? Run to the gift store and grab me a pair of sweatpants? My clothes from last night smell like the bar..." He nods and leaves the room without a word, quietly shutting the door behind him. Kat watches him go with a small smile. He's so sweet…when he's not running his mouth. Grabbing the remote, she hops back onto the bed and mutes the cartoons before reaching for her phone once again. This time dialing her mothers number from memory. She shakes her head when she answers on the first ring, clearly waiting by the phone...

Stephanies voice is high with worry. "Good morning Darling. Where the hell have you been!?"

"Hi mum, I'm in a hotel with Punk, sorry for not answering you last night. Have you seen Daddy?"

She laughs, calmer now. "Which one?"

Kat smiles to herself. "Either?"

"Both are here, they're asleep up in the guest room. Wanna tell me what's happened Katherine?"

She sighs "Not right now Mum, plus I'm sure Daddy told you everything. We'll get some lunch sometime and catch up soon. Umm… could you tell them that the shows being held in Los Angeles tonight, because you know neither of them know where to go." Her mother laughs. "And tell Vince not to confront Undertaker for me okay? This isn't a problem for the family to be handling. But if he wants to FIRE Kane…I'm okay with that."

Her mother sighs heavily. "I'll tell them Kat, but please remember that we all love you so much. I'll call you about lunch okay darling? Do you want me to have Daddy call you when they get up?"

"No Mummy, that's okay, I'll see them tonight…is he really mad at me?"

"I think he's hurt you didn't tell him, and he thinks you did it to…make him proud."

Tears jump to her eyes. "I did." And she hangs up.

Her shoulders shake and suddenly Punks arms are wrapped around her from behind. She grips his arm in surprise and turns to bury her face against his chest. Punk rubs her back and pats her on the head, making her laugh and shove him. "I didn't hear you come in." She mutters and takes the pants from him, grinning when he turns his back to her as she pulls them up. "That's because you were chatting with the BDP. So your dads are there?" Kat snorts at the name, throwing her hair into a ponytail and begins to collect her things. "Billion Dollar Princess? Really Punk? Really? And yeah, I figured Dad would go to her to hide from Daddy." With a deep breath she turns to face him, her arms clutching her stuff, tightly to her chest. "Let's get this over with. Don't leave my side."

Kat savored the moments on her bike, that she named 'Fury'. She rode with Punk laughing behind her, his screams getting a pitch higher every time she took a turn more sharply than she should have. His arm tightened around her waist and gripped her tighter.

While Punk was having a great time, Kat was slowly starting to panic. Her mother had texted her saying that her fathers were heading to the arena right now. And Taker was already there. Plus she still had no idea how to deal with Kane, and she was going to have to beg Vince for a match with him… She knew she could take him...

Once at the arena Kat made a beeline right for the womens locker room, Punk trailing behind, not bothering to stop at the doors and followed her right inside. A few of the under dressed divas shrieked and ran to the showers, while Beth and Nat didn't bother to even look up from their workout.

As one, Kelly Kelly and Lita run over to the couple, Kelly asking a million questions, while Lita threw her arms around Kat tightly and kissed her cheek. "I was so worried and if you ever ignore my calls again I'm going to kill you!" She exclaimed before pulling back and nodding hello to Punk.

Kat laughed and hugged Kelly to shut her up. "Punk, I'm good here. You can go and get ready if you want." Punk smirked at her, the lines around his eyes crinkling and his lip ring shining in the light. "Oh I think I like the view riiight here." He nods his head at Kelly, who us only in a bra and panties. She giggled and blushes, pretending to hide behind Kat. Everyone knew that while Kelly was madly in love with Drew, she still had the biggest crush on Punk from ECW.

Kat felt a pang in her chest as Punk flirted with one of her best friends. She smiled tightly at him and grabbed his arm, leading him to the door. "Go get ready." She warned him before lowering her voice "But... Come back in like... 20 minutes okay? Please? I want you with me in case I bump into my father..." Punks eyes softened and he kissed her cheek. "I promise that I'll be outside when you leave this room." Then he heads out of the locker room, finger waving at Kelly before shutting the door.

Kat sighs and leans against the closed door. Lita comes over and nuzzles against her neck. Kat sighs lightly, wrapping her arms around the taller women, letting Lita push her up against the locker room stone wall roughly, one hand gripping her hip, the other pressed against the wall behind her head, pressing her lips lightly against the younger woman's.

Kelly weakly called that they should be getting ready, but she was ignored. She shrugged and headed over to her and Litas stuff.

Lita pulled away from her with a satisfied smile at the calmed look in her eyes. "Feel better?" she murmured. Kat nodded, pulling her back up for one last light kiss, as the door swing open and Edges hand wrapped around Litas arm, pulling her off.

His face was all smiles, but he had that crazy look in his eyes as he wrapped his arm around his girlfriends waist and she looked up at him with love.

"Am I interrupting something?" He joked. Kat smiled up at him and brushed her lips to his cheek, ignoring the other dives coughs of 'slut' and 'whore'. "No," She laughs. "Lita was just helping take my mind off of all the drama." Kat smiled up at him and he nodded, "I just wanted you to know that Takers looking for you."

Kat flinched and looked down at herself. Her hair was a mess, she was still in Punks sweatshirt and the hotels sweat pants.

"Lita..." She begged "I can't let him see me like this!" but Kelly popped back over and gave her a warm smile.

"Don't worry Kat; I got your bag from the locker room last night! You ran off without it! So I took it for you!" She exclaimed happily holding out Kats gym bag, her hair bouncing along with the rest of her.

Kat threw her arms around her. "Thank you! So much Kells! You're a life saver!" She exclaimed, giving her a quick kiss that left the blond blushing.

Lita pushed Edge put of the locker room. "Come on Kat, I'll help you with your hair."

Punk leaned against the wall outside the locker room waiting for Kat; basketball short over his trunks and an EDGE sweatshirt over is Best In The World tee.

He turns as the door opens and grins at her, eyeing her up and down. She was dressed in her 'day tripps' and a purple tank top that had the Hardy Boys symbol on it. She looked good. Punk held out his hand for her.

"You ready for this?" He chirped happily as she takes his hand and interlaces them.

She gave him a dark look at his enthusiasm. "Ugh, I hate when you're in a good mood. No, I'm not ready but lets go..."

The shadows around them shifted suddenly and The Undertaker stepped out before them, making Kat shrink back slightly. Punk stepped in front of Kat protectively but Kat gripped his arm tightly.

"Punk..! It's okay. I'll be okay. I'll meet you in the locker room in a little bit okay?"

With a foul look at Undertaker, Punk turns on a heel and stalks off without a word, Taker smirking at his back.

Kat locked her hands behind her back and keeps her eyes on the ground. "I'm sorry…" She whispers glancing up at him when he doesn't reply.

Undertaker glared down at her with his arms crossed, the area around the seemed darker than it should have. "You broke our rules Kit. You know that I cannot let this slide." He rumbled.

She scowled up at him, her temper flaring unexpectedly. "It was your fucking brother who did it! How about you confront him instead of picking on me! I've always followed you rules and if not then I took my punishment without a word. But I didn't do anything wrong! This is fucking ridiculous!"

Kat started to wave her arms about and shoved her finger into his chest, instantly regretting it when Taker grabbed her around the throat and pulled her flush against his chest. His eye's narrowed dangerously.

"Watch your tone little girl, you are just making thi-"

"Get your fucking hands off my daughter."

With his hand still around her throat, Undertaker looked up to find Hunter and Shawn stalking towards them, Hunter gripping his sledgehammer.

"I said" Triple H started, but Shawn stepped in front of him quickly.

"Taker...let Katherine go. We can talk about this like civil people."

Kat could feel the darkness building around her and desperately chokes out a plea for then to just walk away.

"Daddy please, it's okay I'm fi-gahh" Kat gurgled as his fist tightened, her face beginning to flush a worrying shade of purple and her vision beginning to blur.

Hunter snarled and clenched his fist but Shawn beat him to it with a sweet chin music. Taker stumbled back slightly, letting go of their daughter with a grunt.

Kat dropped to her knees, gasping for breath and gripping Shawns hand as he knelt next to her. "Baby are you okay?" He frets, not worried about having his back to the Deadman, knowing Hunter wouldn't let anything happen to them.

Kat leaned into her father, gingerly touching her throat. "Yeah Daddy, but I was doing fine! Thank you, but it's just going to make things worse..."

Triple H stepped around them and up to the Undertaker. "You're going to leave my daughter alone, do you understand that? She'll be staying with us from now on."

"Daddy! Daddy no! I can't leave; I have to stay with him! Really it's fine!" She cried out, trying to wiggle out of Shawns arms, panic rising in her chest at the thought of not being with him.

Taker looks down at her with a small frown, seeing the tears in her eyes. He motions for her to stand and she does with the help of Shawn. He cups her face in one of his hands, seeing the fear and sadness in her eyes. "My brother will pay for this. You have my word. Go; spend time with your family. I have some people I need to speak with. When I get back, you will come to me. You are not pardoned Katherine. But for the next few days... I will be watching."

Kat let out a shaking breath and stood on her tippy toes and pressed her lips to his cheek, her arms around his neck. "Thank you, I promise, you call and I'll come, you have my word."

He nodded once at her and she could feel him gathering the shadows and quickly steps back. "I will be watching Kit. Stay out of trouble."

With that, he was gone.

Kat took a deep breath, feeling the loss of him in her chest. She hopped he wouldn't be gone long. He hated to be away from me.

"Be safe." She whispered, jumping a little when Shawn wiped away the tears with the pad of his thumb. "Oh baby..." He sighed, kissing her forehead and wrapped his arms around her.

"Kat! Are you okay? Why are you crying?" Punk skidded to a stop seeing Hunter with his sledgehammer and Shawn and Kat in each other's arms.

"..I knew I shouldn't have left, what happened? Did he hurt you? Are you okay?"

Punk pushed past Hunter who snarled, his temper finally snapping and pulled him back with a hand on his shoulder. "You listen here boy.. I don't know who you think you are but this is family business."

Punk glared at her, his fists clenching. "Fuck you." He snapped, jerking out of his grip.

"Punk! Daddy stop it! Everyone just stop! Fuck!"

Everyone froze and looked at her. Kat very rarely cried in front of Hunter, but she was crying openly now.

"Please everyone just stop fighting..." She turned to look up at Shawn. "Ma... Can we just... Go get something to eat and talk about this…please?"

Shawn smiled down at her, not bothering to bitch about being called Ma, this time. "Of course Darling, we'll go grab some lunch before going with me to see Vince."

Kat winced but didn't fight it while Shawn took her hand and she, without looking, grabbed Hunters.

"Thank you Punk... For taking care of me last night... I don't know what would have happened to me I'd you hadn't had found me."

Punk hid a blush but shrugged it off. "It doesn't matter. You knew I would go after you." Kat leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you anyways. I'll meet you after we go and talk to Vince. You have a match tonight with Wade right? Be careful. I'll try to be at ringside, okay?" As Hunter and Kat walked away, Shawn hung back and put a heavy hand on the younger mans shoulder.

"Thank you Phil." Punk winced, not a lot of people knew the real name and even less had the balls to use it. "For taking care of her. She'll see you one day."

Punk narrowed his eyes, not really understanding but kinda of knowing what the Legend meant. He smirked, shrugging off his hand. "Yea, whatever... Ma."

"Brat."

Hunter, Kat and Shawn sat around a nicely set table, Kat nervously picking at the tablecloth as she told her story to the last people she ever wanted to hear it.

"And so that's what happened. But I'm happy Daddy. I love working with The Undertaker. Sure we fight but he does take care of me. And he's teaching me to control the powers I have inside me."

Hunter placed his large hand over hers. "You did this to make us proud. You didn't have to. We've always been proud of you Katherine. We love you to death. But... I don't trust The Undertaker..."

Shawn cuts in. "I do." He says holding up a hand as Hunter opens his mouth to speak. "No, babe listen. Think about how strong she is now. Look at how much she's grown up. It's been three years. Now that we know... We can watch out for her. I know what you're going to ask. But don't. She has us to watch over her now. She has that locker room to watch over her now. You know she's safe."

Kat looked at her father with love in her eyes. "Thank you Dad..." She whispered, than she looked up at Hunter, her lower lip caught between her teeth. "Daddy?"

Hunter sighed and nodded reluctantly. "If I say this ends, it ends. Understand me?"

Without answering yes or no, Kat throws she arms around him and kissed his cheek. "Thank you Daddy!" Hunter hugged his daughter tightly, praying he wasn't going to regret this.

Undertaker looked on from the shadows, satisfied knowing that his Kitten was happy. He was now going home to find out exactly HOW Kane had found out about him and his little pet.

"Hi Papa!"

Vince smile brightly as Shawn and Kat strode in his office. Kat bounced over and sits lightly on her Grandfathers desk. "Hi!"

Vince laughed lightly and patted her knee. "Hello Angel! Are you alright from last night? Do to have to smash anyone's head in?"

Shawn laughed and sits across from them in one of the large armchairs. "No Vince, That's not needed. Hunter and I handled it."

Vince nodded doubtfully at HBK. "Shawn." He said simply, then turned his attention to his not really granddaughter. She may not be blood, but he loved her like she was.

"So, if I'm not beating anyone up, what can I do for you today than?" Kat winced and gave him a small smile, widening her eyes innocently.

"Well..." She muttered sweetly. "I...I want a match with Kane."

"No!" Both Shawn and Vince said as one. "Katherine. Not absolutely not." Shawn stood with a fire in his eyes. "Your father and I will handle Kane."

"No! Daddy I need to do this myself!" Kat begged, looking in-between the two men. "Please!"

"No. I'm sorry Kat. But no." Vince said simply, giving her a hard look. Kat stood angrily, knowing she wasn't going to be able to change their minds and stormed out of the room.

'Fine! I'll do this myself!' She said to herself as she all but ran down the hallway.

Shawn and Vince looked at each other over the desk, both knowing that she had a plan B. "Well… shit."

Punk stood in the ring with the ref holding his arm high. He had just won against Wade with his GTS. "I'm the best in the world!" he yelled, jumping up on the turnbuckle, a large smile on his face as the crowd roared back at him.

But it wasn't his music that played. 'Beast and the Harlot' blared from the back and Punk turned to face the ramp as crowd exploded, this being the first time for them seeing her since the night before.

Kat wasted no time making her way down the ramp. She ignored the crowd and she didn't meet Punks eyes as she slid into the ring. She just ripped the mic from Lillian and stood, enraged in the center of the ring. Punk noticed the ring hands running around frantically. So this wasn't planned. "Kat…?" Punk muttered, stepping up behind her.

"I'm here to call out The Big Red ASSHOLE, Kane!"

The crowd thundered, stomping their feet. "Kat! What are you doing?!" Punk asked Kat, but Kat pushed him off with a scowl.

"Kane!" She shrieked into the mic, her voice breaking. "Get out here you coward!"

The pyros exploded suddenly and Kat flinched but shrugged of Punks comforting hand, secretly feeling safer knowing he was there.

Kane made has way slowly to the ring, a smirk on his lips. Only once he stood directly in front of the small girl, did he bring the mic to his mouth.

"Yes?" He asked simply, leaning down to meet her eyes.

"I challenge you to a match!" She demanded, refusing to back down.

Punks' eyes widened and he yanked her arm. "Are you insane?!" He yelled down at her. "Has this whole thing made you an idiot? What the fuck are you doing!?"

Behind them, Kane was laughing at her. "You and my brother want a match?"

Kat snarled, once again shoving Punk away. "No. Just me. I want a match with you. Any type of match."

Kane tilted his head, still laughing slightly. "Did my brother give you permission to challenge me? Should you run to your 'Master' and make sure this is allo-"

The slap echoed throughout the arena and the crowed loved it.

"Taker is gone for now" She hissed "Are you afraid to fight me asshole?"

Kane leaned closer to her, his hot breath washing over her face. Behind her Punk stood ready to pounce if Kane laid a hand on her.

"Gone? Now I wonder where my big brother could have run off too..."

Kat flinched and poked a finger in his chest, noticing Vince all but running down the ramp. "Either answer or get your smelly ass breath away from me!"

Kane gave her a wicked look, his hand gripping her chin. "You want a match little thing. Fine. What kind?"

Kat shrugged, defiantly glaring up into his eyes and before Punk could stop her she screamed over the crowd, "I don't care! It's up to you. I'm gonna show you just what your brother taught me..!"

"Any match? Fine. My match. An inferno match." Kane laughed as the color drained from Kats face and she almost stumbled back, fear gripping her heart.

"What's the matter Child. Afraid of fire?"

Kat shook her head, ignoring Punks insistent whispers that she had nothing to prove and Vince calling her name from the ramp. She took a steadying breath and looked him directly in the eyes, her voice hard and steady.

"Deal."

And she shook hands with her own personal demon.

A/N: I got nothing. I suck and you should be throwing rocks at me. But here it is. More on the others next chapter!

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