Damn curses.

Chapter 1- The fan that wouldn't take no

It was just one of those days for the Undertaker. Sometimes, all he asks is some time alone, but some people just don't get it. Taker had managed to go most of the day without an interruption, yet he had a creeping sensation drift down his spine. Someone was following him and keeping close. Many times he could hear them breath down his neck, and at one point when he stopped for lunch, the sound of a deep inhaling of air would break him from his meal. He turned to face the stalker, only to find them quicker on the draw than he was.

Frustrated that he wasn't going to get a moment's peace, he decided to go back to the hotel. But the day wasn't going to end that quickly. He had the creepy feeling crawl on his back. He turned and came face to face with a bubbly young girl. Her hair black and flowing as her skin was well tanned. She blushed uncontrollably and tried to hold back her girlish giggle. But it burst out of her like a sudden passing of air. "Oh my God! You have no idea how long I have waited for this!" she announced aloud.

Taker kept walking, trying to ignore the girl. He knew it was rude and frowned upon by the other guys, but she was a stalker. He doesn't take kindly to those the least bit. Yet the girl was bold as she began to keep up with him and was bold enough to reach out and clench onto his hand. Instantly, Taker pulled his hand away from her. "Kid, look. I ain't interested in you, or holding your hand," he warned.

The young woman only smiled. "You will be, I spiked your drink," she said with a smile.

This made the Undertaker pause in his steps as he slowly turned and stared at the girl. "You drugged me!"

The child like giggle escaped her once more. "My name is Tammy. I come from a long family of Gypsies and witches. So I know spells, the ones I 'drugged' you with is a love spell!" she announced as she tried to reach for his hand once more. "It's just a matter of time before you are mine"

Taker however wasn't impressed as he reached into his shirt and pulled out a pewter necklace, this stunned Tammy greatly as he tucked it back in. "I know what some witches do, but I got friends who are Wiccans. One gave this to me before I came back on the road. Judging by the look on your face… your little love potion ain't going to work on me"

He decided then and there to keep walking, yet Tammy kept catching up to him. "No… no, my spell is strong! I am warning you there is a curse attached to this! If you don't fall in love with me, you will suffer!"

The Deadman refused to listen to her and turned to Tammy with a stern look. "I am not interested, Miss. I suggest you go home before I press charges of stalking!"

The bubbly look in her eyes vanished as she turned to his tattooed arms. "May your friends fall victim to the spell, may the nightmares on your skin become flesh of your loved ones. You are a monster, and so will be those around you! The curse, can only be broken when I release you from it." Such a dark look came over her as Tammy scaled the deal with a firm slap came across the face of the Undertaker.

She stormed away soon after, but it made many people on the streets stop and stare at the large man who took the firm shot to the chops. "What the hell are you staring at?" Taker snapped back as he got to the hotel room.

He needed a stiff drink to forget about the day, but it was only two thirty in the afternoon.