Closer to My Beloved's Heart

Characters: Mark Calaway, Angelica St. Hohn, Jay St. John, and Glenn Jacobs.

This is an Undertaker and Kane fanfic, although they will not be involved in the ring. This is a longer one and, of course, I welcome reviews as I hope you all enjoy!

Prologue

November 1891

He was a vampire: a being who drank blood and was considered dead because of the being he was; and soon he was to be the King of all Vampires and Thereof. His mother was a whore; when she gave birth to him, she abandoned him and set him on his fathers' doorstep. King Benjamin loved his son dearly and it showed as he raised his son to be a proud and trained young man. He was proud and was trained for war, especially for the one that was rapidly approaching.

At the age of fifteen, he fought alongside his father in the Battle of Rage, where he and his father fought Big Show himself. Big Show was the King of the Underworld as the fiend slaughtered everything in his path before turning in Mark and his father. King Benjamin fought with all he had but Big Show got the upper hand. As the fiend neared, King Benjamin pushed Mark away from the melee, saving him from a painful death.

"Get out of here, Mark! Go through the portal! Now son!" His father yelled as Big Show struck Benjamin, blood spraying everywhere.

The young vampire backed into a scorching boulder in the Underworld, his eyes wide and glued to the bloody scene before him. He watched as the fiend clawed and ripped his father to shreds. Mark screamed and ran to the portal, the sight and screams of his father's agony forever burned into his young mind…

It had been so long since that dreadful day as Mark remembered it all like it happened yesterday. The heat from the scorching flames, the fear he felt for his father's life as well as his own, the hate he harbored towards the ugly fiend. The will to kill it was strong within his soul as it would happen no matter what.

He still heard his father's screams of agony and could still see his death. Nightmares haunted him every night because of the sight of his father's ripped flesh, the fiend's gruesome bloody claws, and the amount of his father's blood that was shed.

Mark screamed, holding his head in his hands as those damned memories bombarded his weary mind. He vowed over and over that he would slay the fucker where he stood, no matter if it cost him his very life.

He is known as Mark the Fierce and Coldhearted, The Deadman, The Undertaker, The Phenom; King of all Vampires and Thereof. All feared him, but his soldiers were loyal and honored no one but him. He did have one good friend who fought alongside him in many battles. That was Glenn Jacobs. He was the only person Mark let into his melancholic soul.

Although he wasn't always like this. As a boy he smiled, laughed, played, and dreamed like any boy should. He lived in a world where his father was well revered. He didn't live in the shadow of his father as his father played a major role in his ruling of Aeroso; the kingdom Mark began ruling at the tender age of fifteen.

He was ruggedly handsome as some women have said gorgeous. He looked every bit of the supernatural king he was. He had long auburn red hair that hung to the middle of his back, pale skin with tattoos running down each arm that ended on either side of his neck and one large one on his abdomen. He sported an auburn goatee and a piercing just above his right eye at the end of his auburn eyebrow. He wore a golden band around his right bicep that was his symbol that represented a T with two thick nails behind it in the form of an X. The symbol was recognized far and wide for Mark's fierceness and majestic-ness.

He stood nearly seven feet tall as his big body was magnificent. Full of hard muscle, his chest and arms were tight like a wrestlers whereas his thighs were of a stallions'. He was built like a wall and was noticed for it. Some women feared him as others lusted for him. Many men feared him because of his ruthlessness in battle. He was known as a Novel One: a fanged being that could walk in the sun, have pale skin, eat food the mortals eat as well as drink blood. He was the last of his unique kind.

Many vampires wanted to be him, but he didn't look at it as something to be happy about. He didn't have someone to share the sunsets with, so he never enjoyed them. He never went out unless it was for battle so when he was in the sun, his eyes burned slightly and his skin tingled. He also didn't eat any food but drank blood to survive. Mastication now seemed barbaric to him.

Furthermore, the most mysterious thing about him were his eyes. They resembled two deep green emeralds that shone so brightly in the light. They were so vivid and gorgeous to the women that yearned for him.

Women flocked to him endlessly and he reveled in the attention they gave him, but he craved a woman who would love him unconditionally for the man he was and not want to change him or sleep with him for the wealth he had. No, he wanted his destined because it got rather lonely and with how he vowed that he wouldn't bed any woman but his own, he needed sexual release only his destined female could give him. He needed to touch her, to learn her body's curves and her soft moans. He needed her love and acceptance because he did have much to offer her.

Grant it, he was a hard man that frequently grew impatient too easily, but he could learn to love someone. He hated being alone and needed someone to make him happy and to help him live with his horrid past; not to wake up every night due to reoccurring nightmares that just wouldn't leave him be. When he would find his destined female, he wanted her to be compassionate as well as passionate and sexy but to also stand her ground when need be.

His soul would know who she would be by just one look at her. His heart would no longer best just for him but for her as well. He craved her immensely, craved her in more ways than one. His instinct had him craving to feed from her as he knew her blood would be the sweetest he'd ever tasted. His instinct also had him craving to rut between her legs as well as yo mark her neck hard to show that she was his and his alone.

So he made a quest, made it his business and vowed he would find that one female, his destined female, and love her for all eternity. No matter what it took…

Most people often wonder what their paths are in life. Is it a courageous one? Is it a happy long fulfilled one? Did they get to do what they've always dreamed of? Did they fall in love? Did they learn from their mistakes?

I've made mistakes in my lifetime, but I've learned from them and now, I'm doing what makes me happy. Happiness is the key to Life's great treasures…