Daughter of the Deadman

Alright, this is really complicated, but someone told me the original Daughter of the Deadman was horrible in no uncertian terms, so I tried to rewrite it and I titled it Daughters of the Deadman, but...to be honest...it wasn't as much fun as the original. So, as a result I'm switching back to the original plot. At least for the most part. There'll be a few changes. Most of the characters will reappear. I'm really sorry guys. This was just something I felt I needed to do. Thanks for bearing with me and my stupidity!

See ya at the bottom.

Chapter 1: Prologue

It was an unusually cold night in Houston, Texas, even for the middle of February. Mark Calaway was sitting in a bar, enjoying a few drinks. He had time off and he was taking advantage of it in order to rest up. Mark was six-foot-ten and muscular with black hair and green eyes. He worked with World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) under the ring name of The Undertaker. Although his persona was that of a big, evil, supposedly indestructible Deadman, outside the ring he was gentle for the most part. Although he did have quite the temper.

He sighed as he sipped his drink. Being a WWE Superstar had its perks, but he was feeling the effects of having wrestled non stop for the better of five years or so. First with WCW and then with WWE. Also, injuries (sometimes career ending ones) were part of the job too. Guess I had better get out of here before I get stuck here by the snowstorm. He thought.

No sooner had he thought it then a beautiful woman with red hair and green eyes came over and sat down next to him. Mark watched her and noticed that there was some sort of lingering sadness in her eyes. She blushed when she noticed Mark watching her. She introduced herself as Bethany O'Shannon.

"Um...hi..." she said.

"Hi there." Mark said.

"So, um...can I ask...you're...the Undertaker right?" Beth asked.

"Yes, ma'am, I am. But my real name is Mark Calaway." Mark answered.

Beth nodded. The two of them got talking and Beth told him about her family. Her parents had divorced when she was nine and she rarely saw her brother and father. Her mother was an emotionally abusive control freak. Mark nodded. No wonder she's so sad. He thought. Later that night, Mark took Beth back to his place where one thing lead to another...

Nine months later, Bethany was in a hospital in San Antonio. She had hidden something from Mark. She had been pregnant this whole time. They had married eight months ago, when she had found out. She hadn't told him because she had been afraid of his reaction. The reason was because when she had told her Mother, Kristal had flipped and called her a slut and a whore and ordered her to get an abortion and leave Mark. Beth had refused and stormed from her Mother's house in anger.

She knew that Mark was in Calgary, but she was too scared to call him and tell him what was happening. She had been vacationing in San Antonio when she had gone into labour. Now, she was at the hospital and alone as she held the beautiful red haired, blue eyed baby girl that she had just given birth to in her arms. She was crying, knowing what she had to do.

"Angel...baby...I can't keep you. I can't raise you alone. Your Daddy will be on the road a lot and besides, he doesn't know about you anyway. I was too afraid to tell him, sweetheart. I'm going to do what's best for you. Just please know that I love you very much and that it wasn't that I didn't want to keep you. And someday, when you and your Daddy are finally together, I know that he'll love you too." Beth said.

Beth sighed. Three days later, she left the hospital with nothing more then a picture of baby Angel. Meanwhile, Angel was off to one of the foster homes in San Antonio and, unbeknownst to Beth, doomed to a life of abuse and torture.

Two weeks later, at a Cemetery in Houston, Bethany Calaway was laid to rest. She had been struck by a car on her way home from work. Mark had had to bury his wife of eight and a half months. Not to mention, he had just overheard something that he couldn't believe. At the same time, it couldn't be a lie either. No one would lie about something as serious as this. He had a two week old little girl named Angel Marie Calaway out there somewhere.

He sighed as he walked up to the Tombstone for one last goodbye to Beth. He reached out and touched the stone and tears rolled down his face as he read what had been engraved there to mark Beth's resting place.

Bethany Lynn Calaway

March 10, 1965-September 18, 1993

Beloved Wife, Daughter & Sister

Her spirit will live on in the hearts of her loved ones forever.

Mark closed his eyes and sighed. He felt heartbroken over what had happened and sad that Bethany had been scared to tell him about their baby because of her Mother.

"Bethy, I'll find her. I'll find little Angel. I swear to you." he said out loud.

He walked away from the Tombstone, repeating the vow in his head over and over again. He'd find his little girl no matter what it took or how long it took him.

Alright, that's it for now. I hope you guys like it. This is the LAST TIME I'M DOING THIS! ARGH! Ideas are welcome. More Characters to come next chapter. Read/Review. Bye!~Taker's Soul Girl