The Bodyguard (AU,M/M Mature) (Complete)
Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2004 12:28 am
Winner Round 11


Title: The Bodyguard
Rating: Mature
Couplings: Michael/Maria, Isabel/Alex but mostly the whole gang too.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything or any of the Roswell characters. The only thing that I do own (because I paid for them) is the entire 3 seasons on DVD’s. He he
Summary: How should you feel, when you’re on top of the world and all your dreams have come true? Uncontrollable fear...at least for singer, Maria Deluca, that is. Driven to use private protection, she finds out she hired more than what she bargained for. A dangerous man who brought upon her an even greater danger....love.
A/N: Thanks to Ice Queen and Crashdown_51 for the ENDLESS support.
And another gracias to Crashdown_51 for the awesome banner.
Music: Mazzy Star, Fade into you.
~~~ Chapter 1 ~~~
As she waited nervously behind the curtain all Maria Deluca could hear was the roar coming from the excited crowd behind the red velvet curtains. The sold out auditorium of 15 thousand people was packed to full seating capacity, waiting for her. She looked into a mirror that was positioned by the humongous stage; she stood there alone examining her reflection.
She thought, “It’s the same face, im the same person.” The long lashed emerald colored eyes looked back at her, the shoulder length dirty blonde hair , the full lips that she had been made fun of constantly since before she could even remember. She could hear it now. Remember hearing the kids in her third grade class chanting…
“Fish lips, Fish lips, Maria has fish lips.” She turned her face slightly as she looked at the face that had landed her on the cover of “Peoples Sexiest Women Alive” magazine just 3 months ago.
“Ms. Deluca, your on in five minutes.” the concert promoters voice broke through her thoughts, she watched as he hurriedly rushed around the stage, perfecting light settings, placing icy Evian spring waters on a round wrought iron table next to her baby grand piano.
Maria still felt nervous before a show, she had been a pianist since before she could even talk properly, and it wasn’t until a few years later that one day she began to sing a song that she had written in her diary, that anyone even knew that she could sing, that she had the voice of what almost all the critics declared “the voice of an angel”, and as she read in reviews, the voice, the hauntingly beautiful use of the piano and of course the looks, had made her America’s pride and joy.
She stepped back from the full length mirror and took one last look at her out fit. Brown corduroy hip huggers with a white men’s size small sleeveless undershirt. A rhinestone strapped encrusted black bra peeked through at her shoulders. Her Favorite red cowboy boots incased her small feet.
Critics asked her all the time about her fashion style,
“Where did it come from?” as they jabbed microphones into her face, “Who are your favorite designers?” as the TV cameras hot lights warmed her skin.
What they didn’t know is that, she didn’t care for dressing up and being put on a pedestal. She was and would always remain just a simple person. The clothes, the money, the fame, the adoration of her fans would never change her. She considered herself just an average 24 year old woman that loved creating music that made people laugh and cry. the same women who’s music people choose to be the first dance for there wedding receptions, that her music helped people cope with loss, frustration, heart ache. That’s what she had dreamed of and now her dreams had come true.
Maria walked over to her piano and closed her eyes, her slender unpolished finger nails glided over the piano, her head cocked slightly to the side trying to catch any notes that were out of tune before the curtains would part and she would be flip the switch, and become the Maria Deluca that her fans had came here to see. Energetic, smiling, confident.
What the world didn’t know is that inside, she was just as scared sitting up her as she was the first time she performed. She was 9 years old and on a tiny stage in the cafeteria of her elementary school. In front of her schools audience, a skinny, unsure, blonde haired little girl sat behind a piano, wanting to feel loved, wanting to make her mother proud of her. Hoping that she could bring a smile to the face of the only family she had. Her mother and her best friend.
Maria felt her stomach roll as she thought her mother would never again be waiting for her just off stage, never see her clapping and smiling. She had passed away 3 years ago of breast cancer, it still seemed like yesterday to Maria.
“Ms. Deluca curtains open if 5….4…..3….2……1.” The promoter once again brought her back to the present time.
She nodded and began to slowly press the ivory keys of her piano; she brought her mouth to within inches of the microphone and began to sing with every ounce of passion in her soul. She sang.
I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath that's true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadows.
The crowd was screaming, crying, chanting her name; Maria turned her head slightly and smiled as she continued playing the piano while looking into the faces of the thousands of people in the audience. Young, old, teenagers all stared back at her. She closed her eyes and sang,
You'll come apart and you'll go black
some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there.
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
She could feel there energy pump though her blood, through her heart. She could hear the crowd singing with her. She let go and sang her heart out for the next 2 hours.
As the lights began to dim signaling that the concert was coming to its end she stood up, waved and thanked the audience, blowing kisses to them as she ran off the stage. Waiting there for her was her personal assistant and long time friend, Isabel Evans.
‘I’m so sorry I was late Maria, I got caught up in a traffic jam from hell and was stuck on the highway for at least an hour.” Isabel said as she handed Maria a towel.
As Maria began to pat the perspiration off her face she looked at her best friend. Isabel had been running late but of course still appeared perfectly groomed and fresh as a daisy.
Her short brown hair was curled and flipped out at the ends and her white long sleeve button up shirt was wrinkle free and immaculate. Her dark denim pants were ironed and her black high heeled boots shiny as a new penny.
“It’s ok Iz, I pulled out the first clean set of clothes I could find out of my suitcase, besides you know that I don’t like to get all glammed up.” Maria said as they made there way to the back of the building and into a silver stretched limo that would be waiting for her.
As they approached the heavy steel doors, Maria grabbed Isabel’s arm and ran out the door towards the limo as fast as she could. Even thought the limo was parked in the back of the auditorium, some how the fans always figured it out and waited for her along with the paparazzi and there blinding cameras.
As Maria was about to get in she felt someone pull on the back of her shirt, it felt as if she was being pulled right into the crowd of her fans. She quickly looked around trying to see if she could see the driver of the limo but he was stuck behind a crowd of screaming adults unable to reach her in time to help. Maria did the only thing she could think of and ducked down to he knees and let the shirt slid off of her and jumped into the limo with only her bra left on.
‘Maria are you ok?” Isabel asked as she reached into her carry on size Gucci purse and pulled out a plain black t-shirt for Maria to put on.
Maria laid her head against the soft black leather seats and grinned as the limo began its way to her hotel room. “I did the old duck and slide routine, works every time.”
Isabel threw the shirt at Maria, covering her whole face as she said in an exasperated tone of voice. “Only you would laugh at getting your clothes ripped off your body by a fan.”
Maria said as she poked her head through the top of the shirt.” They don’t mean it in a bad way, there just fans, without them we’d still be stuck in Roswell New Mexico.”
“Well I’m going to talk to Max again and suggest we get you a body guard, this is not the first time that you have barely gotten out of a scary situation.” Isabel said as she pulled her cell phone out of her purse.
Maria reached over and plucked the phone out of Isabel’s hand. Maria thought that sometimes her relationship with Isabel was like having a sister. They had know each other since they were in the third grade and Isabel had pushed Adam Larkin off the swing set in the playground for taunting Maria by saying, “You don’t have a daddy”, and pulling on her blonde pig tail. They had been inseparable since.
“No, we have gone over this already, I am not getting some beef headed guy to watch over me as if I was a child, I’m not going to budge and neither my Manager who happens to be your brother or you are going to change my mind on this.” Maria said as she handed Isabel the cell phone.
At hearing this Isabel turned her face and looked at the window.
“Don’t be mad.” Maria said softly.
“I’m not mad.” Isabel replied still not turning her head to face Maria.
“Isabel, ohhhhh Isabel look at me.” Maria began to chant.
“No Maria.” Isabel said in a stern voice as she continued to stare out the window.
“Come on seriously look at me for a second.” Maria said trying not to laugh.
.
Isabel could feel the beginnings of a smile on her face, she knew that Maria hated fighting about anything, she had never met anyone before that was as caring and sensitive as Maria.
Isabel turned her face to look at her and saw that Maria had used her fingers to upturn her nose and pull down her lower eyelids. She looked like an idiot.
The sounds of Isabel’s laughter filled the limo.
“You look like you’re insane, stop that Maria.” Isabel said trying to keep a straight face.
At hearing Isabel laugh, Maria then stuck out her tongue and began to cross her eyes.
Isabel began to laugh so hard that she had to hold her stomach.
“Ok ok, fine I will leave you alone for now, about this whole body guard thing but im not giving up.” Isabel said as she wiped tears of laughter off of her cheeks.
Maria slowly dropped her hands from her face and said. “We’ll see, ok? No promises but I really really don’t want and don’t need a bodyguard ok. I can take care of myself.”
She then leaned forward and opened the sun roof and looked up at the beautiful New York skyline. She laid down across the plush leather seat and closed her eyes, exhaustion was setting in and she began to doze off while Isabel was going over the plans for tomorrow.
As they pulled up to a private entrance for the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, Isabel shook Maria’s shoulder lightly and whispered, “were here, wake up.”
Maria opened one eye and at that moment a very young faced teenage bell hop opened the door to the limo.
He was almost jumping with excitement. THE MARIA DELUCA was standing right in front of him. “Wait till I tell my friends, there gonna freak out!” he said as Maria got out of the car and smiled at him.
“I’m going to die right now he thought.” His mouth began to move but no sounds were coming out.
Maria looked at him and felt bad. “Hi how are you?” she asked she bit her bottom lip.
He was just standing there looking at her and moving his lips, he finally managed to mumble out.
“I really lo-love your music, I –I think your great.” He stuttered nervously.
Maria still felt a little uncomfortable with this kind of reaction from her fans. She called out to Isabel that was speaking to the limo driver about what time to be here tomorrow morning.
“Hey Iz, do you have a pen?” she asked as she tore a piece of paper out of her journal she was holding.
Isabel walked over and handed her a pen out of her purse.
“What’s your name?” Maria asked as she went and stood behind him and used his as a back as a surface to write on the paper.
“Umm my name is ahh Brendan my name is Brendan.” He said as he tried not to pass out. “She’s touching my back!, I cant wait to tell everyone” was all that was going through his mind.
“Ok Brendan, nice name by the way, here you go,” She said as she stood in front of him and handed him the paper.
He looked down at it and saw that she had written “To Brendan thanks for thinking that my music doesn’t suck, Love Maria D.” along with several hearts and little smiley faces.
Isabel then politely cleared her throat and said, “Maria we really need to go.”
“Ok Brendan see you later.” She said as she patted his shoulder and headed towards the entrance of the hotel.
He stood there and brought the piece of paper to his heart and sighed.
: Inside Maria’s hotel room:
“Did you use the name I asked you to check in with?” Maria asked as she unpacked her suitcase and pulled out her favorite Sponge Bob Square Pants pajamas.
“Yes you are now officially Bambi White.” Isabel said as she placed a beautiful arrangement of yellow roses on the night stand next to Maria’s bed. “I still don’t get the using Disney characters names thing but ok?” she said.
Maria grinned, for the last four years she had been making up names in order to check in and not have the press or very determined fans knocking oh her door. Or having to deal with the paparazzi setting up a sea of cameras to catch her trying to do something is simple as getting a coffee from the bakery down the street.
“Well hello Bambi as in the little dear and Snow White two of my favorite movies ever.” She said as she walked over to the mahogany dresser and looked at another bouquet of flowers that someone had sent.
“Izzy who sent these?” She asked as she looked through the huge flower arrangement trying to locate a card.
Isabel walked over to her and nudged Maria’s ribs.
“Maybe its from Collin Ferill again , you know he’s had his publicist harassing Liz to set up a date with you.” Isabel said as she began to search for a card.
Maria rolled her eyes and snorted. “Whatever, I have no desires what so ever to go out on a date with him, he’s a playboy, great actor but no thanks I pass, AHA I found it.” Maria said as she opened the little white envelope and unfolded the piece of paper.
Maria stood there not making a sound, her hands were trembling.
“Ok so tell me who there from.” as she bent over and inhaled the sweet smelling roses. “Hello, Maria?!” Isabel said as she looked over at her.
She saw that Maria had turned deathly pale, her body was trembling, and tears were slowly running down her cheeks. Maria then looked up at Isabel and handed her the piece of paper with out saying a word.
Isabel took it out of Maria’s outstretched hand, her eyes widened in shock as she read the letter that was made up of different magazine clippings, it read “Your time here is getting shorter, I see you, I want to be with you, and soon I will be.”
Isabel threw the letter down as if it were on fire and ran to the phone that was sitting on the nightstand and yelled into the receiver at the front desk person.
“I need a police officer here now!” as she then went back and found Maria sitting on the floor hugging her knees and looking at the letter again which was now laying at her feet.
“Calm down, everything will be fine; nothing is going to happen to you.” Isabel said as she tried to fight the tears that she felt like shedding.
Maria was mumbling under breathe. “Its not the first time Isabel, its not, he found me. He had stopped sending them.” She said as she barely could suck in enough air to keep breathing.
“What are you talking about Maria? Who found you?’ Isabel asked as she heard someone knocking forcefully on the hotel bedroom door.
Maria looked up and said “This isn’t the first letter Isabel, I have been getting them on and off for the last 7 months. I just didn’t want to say anything.” Maria said as she held her head in both hands and cried.


Title: The Bodyguard
Rating: Mature
Couplings: Michael/Maria, Isabel/Alex but mostly the whole gang too.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything or any of the Roswell characters. The only thing that I do own (because I paid for them) is the entire 3 seasons on DVD’s. He he

Summary: How should you feel, when you’re on top of the world and all your dreams have come true? Uncontrollable fear...at least for singer, Maria Deluca, that is. Driven to use private protection, she finds out she hired more than what she bargained for. A dangerous man who brought upon her an even greater danger....love.
A/N: Thanks to Ice Queen and Crashdown_51 for the ENDLESS support.
And another gracias to Crashdown_51 for the awesome banner.
Music: Mazzy Star, Fade into you.
~~~ Chapter 1 ~~~
As she waited nervously behind the curtain all Maria Deluca could hear was the roar coming from the excited crowd behind the red velvet curtains. The sold out auditorium of 15 thousand people was packed to full seating capacity, waiting for her. She looked into a mirror that was positioned by the humongous stage; she stood there alone examining her reflection.
She thought, “It’s the same face, im the same person.” The long lashed emerald colored eyes looked back at her, the shoulder length dirty blonde hair , the full lips that she had been made fun of constantly since before she could even remember. She could hear it now. Remember hearing the kids in her third grade class chanting…
“Fish lips, Fish lips, Maria has fish lips.” She turned her face slightly as she looked at the face that had landed her on the cover of “Peoples Sexiest Women Alive” magazine just 3 months ago.
“Ms. Deluca, your on in five minutes.” the concert promoters voice broke through her thoughts, she watched as he hurriedly rushed around the stage, perfecting light settings, placing icy Evian spring waters on a round wrought iron table next to her baby grand piano.
Maria still felt nervous before a show, she had been a pianist since before she could even talk properly, and it wasn’t until a few years later that one day she began to sing a song that she had written in her diary, that anyone even knew that she could sing, that she had the voice of what almost all the critics declared “the voice of an angel”, and as she read in reviews, the voice, the hauntingly beautiful use of the piano and of course the looks, had made her America’s pride and joy.
She stepped back from the full length mirror and took one last look at her out fit. Brown corduroy hip huggers with a white men’s size small sleeveless undershirt. A rhinestone strapped encrusted black bra peeked through at her shoulders. Her Favorite red cowboy boots incased her small feet.
Critics asked her all the time about her fashion style,
“Where did it come from?” as they jabbed microphones into her face, “Who are your favorite designers?” as the TV cameras hot lights warmed her skin.
What they didn’t know is that, she didn’t care for dressing up and being put on a pedestal. She was and would always remain just a simple person. The clothes, the money, the fame, the adoration of her fans would never change her. She considered herself just an average 24 year old woman that loved creating music that made people laugh and cry. the same women who’s music people choose to be the first dance for there wedding receptions, that her music helped people cope with loss, frustration, heart ache. That’s what she had dreamed of and now her dreams had come true.
Maria walked over to her piano and closed her eyes, her slender unpolished finger nails glided over the piano, her head cocked slightly to the side trying to catch any notes that were out of tune before the curtains would part and she would be flip the switch, and become the Maria Deluca that her fans had came here to see. Energetic, smiling, confident.
What the world didn’t know is that inside, she was just as scared sitting up her as she was the first time she performed. She was 9 years old and on a tiny stage in the cafeteria of her elementary school. In front of her schools audience, a skinny, unsure, blonde haired little girl sat behind a piano, wanting to feel loved, wanting to make her mother proud of her. Hoping that she could bring a smile to the face of the only family she had. Her mother and her best friend.
Maria felt her stomach roll as she thought her mother would never again be waiting for her just off stage, never see her clapping and smiling. She had passed away 3 years ago of breast cancer, it still seemed like yesterday to Maria.
“Ms. Deluca curtains open if 5….4…..3….2……1.” The promoter once again brought her back to the present time.
She nodded and began to slowly press the ivory keys of her piano; she brought her mouth to within inches of the microphone and began to sing with every ounce of passion in her soul. She sang.
I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath that's true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadows.
The crowd was screaming, crying, chanting her name; Maria turned her head slightly and smiled as she continued playing the piano while looking into the faces of the thousands of people in the audience. Young, old, teenagers all stared back at her. She closed her eyes and sang,
You'll come apart and you'll go black
some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there.
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
She could feel there energy pump though her blood, through her heart. She could hear the crowd singing with her. She let go and sang her heart out for the next 2 hours.
As the lights began to dim signaling that the concert was coming to its end she stood up, waved and thanked the audience, blowing kisses to them as she ran off the stage. Waiting there for her was her personal assistant and long time friend, Isabel Evans.
‘I’m so sorry I was late Maria, I got caught up in a traffic jam from hell and was stuck on the highway for at least an hour.” Isabel said as she handed Maria a towel.
As Maria began to pat the perspiration off her face she looked at her best friend. Isabel had been running late but of course still appeared perfectly groomed and fresh as a daisy.
Her short brown hair was curled and flipped out at the ends and her white long sleeve button up shirt was wrinkle free and immaculate. Her dark denim pants were ironed and her black high heeled boots shiny as a new penny.
“It’s ok Iz, I pulled out the first clean set of clothes I could find out of my suitcase, besides you know that I don’t like to get all glammed up.” Maria said as they made there way to the back of the building and into a silver stretched limo that would be waiting for her.
As they approached the heavy steel doors, Maria grabbed Isabel’s arm and ran out the door towards the limo as fast as she could. Even thought the limo was parked in the back of the auditorium, some how the fans always figured it out and waited for her along with the paparazzi and there blinding cameras.
As Maria was about to get in she felt someone pull on the back of her shirt, it felt as if she was being pulled right into the crowd of her fans. She quickly looked around trying to see if she could see the driver of the limo but he was stuck behind a crowd of screaming adults unable to reach her in time to help. Maria did the only thing she could think of and ducked down to he knees and let the shirt slid off of her and jumped into the limo with only her bra left on.
‘Maria are you ok?” Isabel asked as she reached into her carry on size Gucci purse and pulled out a plain black t-shirt for Maria to put on.
Maria laid her head against the soft black leather seats and grinned as the limo began its way to her hotel room. “I did the old duck and slide routine, works every time.”
Isabel threw the shirt at Maria, covering her whole face as she said in an exasperated tone of voice. “Only you would laugh at getting your clothes ripped off your body by a fan.”
Maria said as she poked her head through the top of the shirt.” They don’t mean it in a bad way, there just fans, without them we’d still be stuck in Roswell New Mexico.”
“Well I’m going to talk to Max again and suggest we get you a body guard, this is not the first time that you have barely gotten out of a scary situation.” Isabel said as she pulled her cell phone out of her purse.
Maria reached over and plucked the phone out of Isabel’s hand. Maria thought that sometimes her relationship with Isabel was like having a sister. They had know each other since they were in the third grade and Isabel had pushed Adam Larkin off the swing set in the playground for taunting Maria by saying, “You don’t have a daddy”, and pulling on her blonde pig tail. They had been inseparable since.
“No, we have gone over this already, I am not getting some beef headed guy to watch over me as if I was a child, I’m not going to budge and neither my Manager who happens to be your brother or you are going to change my mind on this.” Maria said as she handed Isabel the cell phone.
At hearing this Isabel turned her face and looked at the window.
“Don’t be mad.” Maria said softly.
“I’m not mad.” Isabel replied still not turning her head to face Maria.
“Isabel, ohhhhh Isabel look at me.” Maria began to chant.
“No Maria.” Isabel said in a stern voice as she continued to stare out the window.
“Come on seriously look at me for a second.” Maria said trying not to laugh.
.
Isabel could feel the beginnings of a smile on her face, she knew that Maria hated fighting about anything, she had never met anyone before that was as caring and sensitive as Maria.
Isabel turned her face to look at her and saw that Maria had used her fingers to upturn her nose and pull down her lower eyelids. She looked like an idiot.
The sounds of Isabel’s laughter filled the limo.
“You look like you’re insane, stop that Maria.” Isabel said trying to keep a straight face.
At hearing Isabel laugh, Maria then stuck out her tongue and began to cross her eyes.
Isabel began to laugh so hard that she had to hold her stomach.
“Ok ok, fine I will leave you alone for now, about this whole body guard thing but im not giving up.” Isabel said as she wiped tears of laughter off of her cheeks.
Maria slowly dropped her hands from her face and said. “We’ll see, ok? No promises but I really really don’t want and don’t need a bodyguard ok. I can take care of myself.”
She then leaned forward and opened the sun roof and looked up at the beautiful New York skyline. She laid down across the plush leather seat and closed her eyes, exhaustion was setting in and she began to doze off while Isabel was going over the plans for tomorrow.
As they pulled up to a private entrance for the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, Isabel shook Maria’s shoulder lightly and whispered, “were here, wake up.”
Maria opened one eye and at that moment a very young faced teenage bell hop opened the door to the limo.
He was almost jumping with excitement. THE MARIA DELUCA was standing right in front of him. “Wait till I tell my friends, there gonna freak out!” he said as Maria got out of the car and smiled at him.
“I’m going to die right now he thought.” His mouth began to move but no sounds were coming out.
Maria looked at him and felt bad. “Hi how are you?” she asked she bit her bottom lip.
He was just standing there looking at her and moving his lips, he finally managed to mumble out.
“I really lo-love your music, I –I think your great.” He stuttered nervously.
Maria still felt a little uncomfortable with this kind of reaction from her fans. She called out to Isabel that was speaking to the limo driver about what time to be here tomorrow morning.
“Hey Iz, do you have a pen?” she asked as she tore a piece of paper out of her journal she was holding.
Isabel walked over and handed her a pen out of her purse.
“What’s your name?” Maria asked as she went and stood behind him and used his as a back as a surface to write on the paper.
“Umm my name is ahh Brendan my name is Brendan.” He said as he tried not to pass out. “She’s touching my back!, I cant wait to tell everyone” was all that was going through his mind.
“Ok Brendan, nice name by the way, here you go,” She said as she stood in front of him and handed him the paper.
He looked down at it and saw that she had written “To Brendan thanks for thinking that my music doesn’t suck, Love Maria D.” along with several hearts and little smiley faces.
Isabel then politely cleared her throat and said, “Maria we really need to go.”
“Ok Brendan see you later.” She said as she patted his shoulder and headed towards the entrance of the hotel.
He stood there and brought the piece of paper to his heart and sighed.
: Inside Maria’s hotel room:
“Did you use the name I asked you to check in with?” Maria asked as she unpacked her suitcase and pulled out her favorite Sponge Bob Square Pants pajamas.
“Yes you are now officially Bambi White.” Isabel said as she placed a beautiful arrangement of yellow roses on the night stand next to Maria’s bed. “I still don’t get the using Disney characters names thing but ok?” she said.
Maria grinned, for the last four years she had been making up names in order to check in and not have the press or very determined fans knocking oh her door. Or having to deal with the paparazzi setting up a sea of cameras to catch her trying to do something is simple as getting a coffee from the bakery down the street.
“Well hello Bambi as in the little dear and Snow White two of my favorite movies ever.” She said as she walked over to the mahogany dresser and looked at another bouquet of flowers that someone had sent.
“Izzy who sent these?” She asked as she looked through the huge flower arrangement trying to locate a card.
Isabel walked over to her and nudged Maria’s ribs.
“Maybe its from Collin Ferill again , you know he’s had his publicist harassing Liz to set up a date with you.” Isabel said as she began to search for a card.
Maria rolled her eyes and snorted. “Whatever, I have no desires what so ever to go out on a date with him, he’s a playboy, great actor but no thanks I pass, AHA I found it.” Maria said as she opened the little white envelope and unfolded the piece of paper.
Maria stood there not making a sound, her hands were trembling.
“Ok so tell me who there from.” as she bent over and inhaled the sweet smelling roses. “Hello, Maria?!” Isabel said as she looked over at her.
She saw that Maria had turned deathly pale, her body was trembling, and tears were slowly running down her cheeks. Maria then looked up at Isabel and handed her the piece of paper with out saying a word.
Isabel took it out of Maria’s outstretched hand, her eyes widened in shock as she read the letter that was made up of different magazine clippings, it read “Your time here is getting shorter, I see you, I want to be with you, and soon I will be.”
Isabel threw the letter down as if it were on fire and ran to the phone that was sitting on the nightstand and yelled into the receiver at the front desk person.
“I need a police officer here now!” as she then went back and found Maria sitting on the floor hugging her knees and looking at the letter again which was now laying at her feet.
“Calm down, everything will be fine; nothing is going to happen to you.” Isabel said as she tried to fight the tears that she felt like shedding.
Maria was mumbling under breathe. “Its not the first time Isabel, its not, he found me. He had stopped sending them.” She said as she barely could suck in enough air to keep breathing.
“What are you talking about Maria? Who found you?’ Isabel asked as she heard someone knocking forcefully on the hotel bedroom door.
Maria looked up and said “This isn’t the first letter Isabel, I have been getting them on and off for the last 7 months. I just didn’t want to say anything.” Maria said as she held her head in both hands and cried.