Every time I Look at You.

Chapter One.

(I know Edge and Vicki weren't together in 1999. But bear with me here people. This is an Undertaker fic. I do not own any characters but my own.)

Chapter 1

"You know I don't want to be your bridesmaid, Vicki." I complained.

She had sent for me after my interview. I reluctantly went to her office.

"You either be my bridesmaid or I will put you in a match...with McCool..." she said evilly.

My eyes grew wide. I feared Michelle. She is a true ass.

"Do we have an agreement?" Vicki asked smirking.

"Yes..." I said grudgingly.

Just then, Edge walked in. He strode to Vicki and kissed her. I quickly stood and turned, the urge to vomit quickly rising. Vicki began giggling as Edge spoke lowly. I opened the door. Before I closed it, I spoke.

"I hate that you banished The Undertaker. He'll be back...soon."

I quickly closed the door and smiled as the two began to argue.

"Well, one for me." I sighed and walked to my dressing room...

                                       ~.~

Undertaker and I have a history together. I would always confide in him. He would always have time for me. I was grateful for him, though certain people feared him. It was all right because Mark -as I called him- trusted me. We knew each other on a first name basis as we were rather close. But Vicki took all of that away from us. I would have to be by her side at all times and obey her and Edge's demands.

Mark tried to help me discreetly but was quickly found out by Hawkins and Ryder. They told Vicki and she put him in a match with Big Show. She said that if he lost, he would be banished from the WWE. Let's just say that if he had won, Vicki would have made his melancholic life more unbearable.

That scene happened exactly three months ago to the day. I sighed everyday because I truly missed The Deadman. And how life was bearable...

                                       ~.~

(The next week, Friday)

Throughout the show, Vicki and Edge's marriage was overheard. The lively crowd booed loudly. Then the infamous gong sounded through the arena. The crowd roared, anticipating his dark return. My head shot up and a smile grew on my face as I knew he would soon be back. I hummed as I got dressed for that sickening pairing.

The blood red sleeveless silk gown was floor-length as I actually liked it. I curled my hair as it fell down my back in soft tight curls. My name is Elizabeth Sharzen and I'm 28 years old, 5'1" tall with long chestnut brown hair descending to my waist. My pale skin had a slight pinkish color and root beer brown eyes that were sparkling at the moment.

Ahem, the gown accentuated my breasts and soft curves. I was shapely, but I wasn't skinny. I held my weight and figure well.

Sometime later, I stood in the ring, awaiting those two liars. I stood beside the pastor and looked about the arena when the wedding bells then began to toll. I smirked as the crowd booed loudly once more while Edge and Vicki strode down the lit ramp, arm in arm. I moved to stand in a corner, away from the vile couple as they entered through the ropes. Before the pastor began, Vicki looked back at me sharply. I sighed and reluctantly stepped by her side. Smug smirk in place, she faced the pastor with Edge as the pastor married the fouls souls.

"You may kiss the bride!"

As Edge lifted Vicki's veil, the lights went out.

Gong!

I ran back to the corner I was in minutes ago when the lights came back on. In place of the Pastor stood Mark. Vicki screamed and ran out of the ring. The Pastor stood outside of the ring with his Rosary clasped to his thudding heart.

Briefly wondering how he got out of the ring so fast, I looked back at Mark and grew wide-eyed at the sight I beheld. (The Ministry Era.) He had recently grown a black goatee as his outfit was black, of course, like it always was. His symbol, dark purple, was on his large chest. His tattooed arms glistened under the hot spotlights. His hair hung to the middle of his back and chest. I smiled.

He grabbed Edge by the throat. The crowd cheered then groaned when Hawkins and Ryder ran to his safety. Undertaker growled and threw Edge to the side. The crowd roared when he choke slammed both men. Desperate and scared, Edge ran to the corner I was in and pushed me forward. I collided into Mark's hard chest. He looked down at me and grasped my upper arms in a soft grip.

I stared up into his deep emerald eyes, looking for the Mark I knew. Not seeing that familiar light within those beautiful eyes of his, I tried to back away, but he held me close. I looked back at the frightened couple then up at him, finding him glaring straight ahead. He then bowed his head as the lights went out and we vanished...