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by Gabrielle
She opened her eyes. It was dark. She sat up, blinking in the darkness. She could see everything just as well as in daylight. She yawned and stretched, her huge black wings unfurling. *Now just where is it that I am again?* She looked around the stark hotel room. Oh, yes. Earth.
She was not an angel by Biblical standards, but neither was she a demon. She was somewhere in between the light and the dark, a sort of hybrid, if you will. She was tall, with long flowing white hair and dark green eyes. Her skin was like exquisite porcelain, just that pale and that smooth. She had a pair of dark feathered wings on her back; she could fly, but preferred not to, especially here on this world where such things simply did not happen.
She looked at the nightstand and saw a ticket lying there. Ah, yes, now she remembered what she had to do tonight. The local sports arena was her destination. There was someone there she wanted to see. She smiled at the image. She couldn't wait to see......him.
The Dark Angel strode into the arena, her wings cleverly hidden to human eyes. She could make them appear and disappear at will when she chose to. She found her seat (front row ringside) and sat down. All around her were noisy, excited humans, mostly young males holding handmade signs and screaming obscenities to each other. She smiled faintly at them, at their young exuberance. There was a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, a burning of some kind. It was foreign to her, for her kind did not have emotions like humans do. Then she realized that she was nervous, another first. She turned her attention to the ring in front of her. *Oh please come soon I can't wait.*
The show began. She paid no attention to most of it. She was waiting, waiting......... The lights went down. *Oh is it you?* Music began, but it wasn't the music she was waiting to hear. The Lord of Darkness came down the aisle with his Ministry. As he ascended the stairs to the ring, he turned and glanced at her. Their eyes met briefly; they knew each other of old. Their faces betrayed no emotions, but their minds put out their messages: *Dark Angel, what do you seek here?* *Pay me no mind; I mean no harm to you or your Ministry.* He gave a slight nod and continued on his way. She settled back in her seat and waited. Suddenly, the Acolytes jumped over the barrier that separated the fans from the ring and grabbed her roughly. "What....what is this?" she asked, startled. They ignored her as they dragged her up the stairs and threw her down at the Undertaker's feet. "Now, unbelievers, you will see what happens to those who meddle in the business of the Dark Side!" He reached down and wrapped one huge hand around her neck. Her emerald eyes widened at this sudden turn of events. *Reaper of Souls, what is this?* He didn't reply, but merely smiled at her. He lifted her completely off of her feet, choking her. Now she felt pain; she hadn't felt such pain in eons, but not just physical pain. Pain that she would never see her beloved, the one she knew she was meant for. It was jealousy in the 'Taker's eyes, that she had rejected him for......
The lights went out again. She thought she was losing consciousness at first. And then the music began, swelling her heart to almost bursting. *Oh thank the gods is it finally him?* There was an explosion of fire, lighting the entire arena in a strange red glow. A huge figure came down the aisle, his eyes fixed on the scene in the ring. She felt him from the moment he burst through the curtains. She reached out to his mind with hers. *My love, is it really you?* * It is, my Dark Angel. I am here.* He entered the ring and grabbed Undertaker. Taker dropped her onto the canvas. She hit with a thud, coughing violently. Undertaker ran at his assailant, and was dropped over the top rope in seconds. He landed on his feet with his usual catlike grace, and turned to face the couple in the ring. She was on all fours, gasping for air, when she felt a gloved hand tentatively touch her shoulder. "Kane?” she whispered, her throat on fire. "Yes, my love. It's me, Gabrielle," he replied in a raspy whisper. She turned to look at him. His one good eye was filled with emotion beyond words. She opened her arms to him and he swept her up. Her wings unfurled, her control over them momentarily forgotten, and wrapped around the embracing two. The Dark Angel had found her earthly mate......
Wayward Souls
24 hours later: He sat brooding on his throne, his eyes fixed on nothing. The rest of them had wisely kept their distance, even the McMahons, who normally were either calling or showing up on his doorstep. He tolerated their presence; after all, it was Vince McMahon who had helped him become champion once again. But his day was coming, as was that bastard son of his. His eyes narrowed at the thought, but otherwise his face betrayed no emotion. His mind reached out to his followers: *The Acolytes, sitting in front of the television, watching videotapes of matches, scouting their next opponents. *The massive Viscera, reading a newspaper, almost asleep. *Paul, his much beloved father figure, talking on the cell phone about public appearances. *Midian, ever faithful, sitting outside his chamber door, keeping watch over his master's quarters. These were his followers, his family almost. The Corporation was merely an annoyance, something to be dropped as easily as paper in a wastebasket. But then, there was his brother........ A black wave of hate swelled over his body, so powerful it almost hurt. *It was written long ago that Kane would be the Dark Angel's lover, the only one able to impregnate her, and their offspring would be more powerful than all the Elder Gods combined* Why couldn't it be him? Why couldn't she bear his child? Long ago, when his present form and occupation were not even imagined of yet, he had tried. He had come close, the lust for her power overwhelming his senses. She had fought him off, had almost destroyed him then, but she knew his role was already written. He knew then that Kane was He Who Is Chosen, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. Or was there?
Kane was nervous. He had never felt like this in his entire life. He had known long ago of his role as bridegroom, but nothing had prepared him for this. Gabrielle stood, looking out the huge picture window in her hotel room. She was dressed in some black, filmy material, her white hair gleaming in the light of the moon as it beamed through the window. He thought she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She turned, hearing his thoughts, a smile on her face. "You think of me so?" she asked softly. He nodded, his cursed voice failing him for the moment. She walked over to where he was sitting on the edge of her bed, almost gliding, it seemed to him. "Kane, do you know how long I have been waiting for you?" He shook his head. "It seems like eternity. I am very old, and I have known of this day for half my life. I have come to this world every century, waiting for you to be born. I have walked from one end of the earth to the other, because I knew that someday, you would be here. And now--" She gestured at him with a pale hand, the nails long and shining. He reached up to touch her cheek with his bare hand. He wanted to feel her skin on his. He wanted--- "Oh yes, that too, " she breathed, and fell into his embrace. "Gabrielle?" "Yes, my dearest?" "I....I never....." "Oh. Oh. Well, then, we'll just have to have a lesson, won't we?" Darkness, warm and comforting, enfolded them. The full moon peeked through the window, and smiled.
Paul Bearer stood outside the Taker's chambers. His eyes were wide with fear in his fat face. He could hear Taker inside, and it seemed he was tearing the place apart. Midian stood with Paul, his eyes also fearful. He had awoke from a sound sleep to hear his Master bellowing in anger. "Paul---" he began, but Bearer made a silencing gesture with one pudgy hand. "Not now, Midian," he whispered. " I fear the worst has happened." Midian started to say something else, but just then the door to Taker's chambers flew open. His Master stalked out, his eyes glowing---yes, glowing---a sullen red. "Paul!" he growled. "Yes, Taker?" Paul trembled. "Find my book. You know which one. I have some business to take care of." Paul nodded slowly, understanding, and strode off down the hall. Midian threw himself at his Master's feet, cowering. "Midian." He said, his attitude calming. "Yes, my Master? I am here only to serve you." "Yes, I know, my good and faithful servant. You, out of all of them, will be greatly rewarded for your loyalty. Now listen to me." Midian listened. When the Undertaker was done, he gently helped Midian to his feet. Midian nodded and hurried away, his instructions burned into his brain. Taker watched him leave, then threw his head back and laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Just wait," he hissed. " Just you wait, my dear brother. You and your little whore are in for a surprise." His laughter carried into the night.
To Be Continued...
