A/N: First off this is my favorite telenovela of all times. This version was aired back in 1993 and I was in high school. I remember running home; popping in the video tape and just waiting with bated breath the next meeting of Monica and Juan del Diablo. After becoming addicted to SVM I always pictured Sookie as the actress who played Monica in this novela and slowly the idea burrowed in my brain. A few nights ago I was listening to the theme song and it really seems to fit. So I decided to write it. I'm also starting almost half way through the novela. I will give bits of the back story as I go along, but there is a lot to cover and I don't want to bore you. Please be patient with me though. I'm not a professional writer and my time is super limited. As I write I'm actually in the bathroom hiding from my three year old and her dad .
She walked into the dressing room exhausted. She was done arguing with everybody; the world seemed to be pushing her into a myriad of things she never thought she would do. When had her life reached this point of no return? Was it when her fiancée chose her sister Selah above her? Was it after her godmother Lorena agreed to break the contract of marriage she herself arranged with her grandmother when she was a child? Was it when she took the vows of a novice at the convent she spent most of her life at studying to be the perfect wife? Or the final blow when her grandmother lied to mother superior to get her out of the convent while her sister and Guillermo flittered happily about their engagement. Her humiliation burned inside of her and her mind reeled at her grandmother's words trying to guilt her away from her vows.
She reached her cabinet where her nightclothes where located, while unhooking the yoke of her habit as she felt the presence of someone in the room with her. A man walked from the shadows and grabbed for her hand. Her throat closed from fear and a useless squeak left her lips.
"Why are you so afraid? The devil is not in front of you." The tanned man wore an expression of curiosity as he walked towards her. His long blond hair tied back and his blue eyes staring at her with an intensity that did make her tremble.
"I am not afraid and it will be in your best interest to leave. What do you want?" Her voice trembled as she spoke the words. She tried her best to bring some conviction into her shaking body.
"With you, nothing. I am searching for Selah. Is she here?"
She moved away from him slowly, trying to reach the door. "You're looking for my sister, Selah? I have no reason to inform you of her whereabouts. I beg you to please leave."
"Did she leave with her mother? Will she be back soon?"
"Those things are of no concern to you and none of your business"
A slight smirk came to his face and his eyes shined with mischief. "I never thought nuns were so grumpy."
"I will not tolerate your disrespect or your stupid jokes and if you don't leave…." Her skin almost bright with the rush of anger.
He walked closer to her almost stalking her, he smirked. "Besides I've never seen one so pretty." He went towards her with the intention of holding her arm.
She pulled roughly away from him, the fear back into her light blue eyes. "I will scream and all the servants will come running in"
He looked at her with annoyance. "I am well aware of the fact that you have only one maid in this home. Is that why you became a nun, because you cannot stand the touch of a man?"
"How dare you?! Leave immediately."
"Very well, I'll leave. Tell Selah I came. May God bless you…Saint Monica."
As he walked out the window, the tension left her body slowly. What in the world was a man doing searching for Selah in their dressing room?!
She ran down the stairs calling for the maid. The maid ran out of the kitchen because of her tone.
"I saw a man in the bed..garden. Do you know who he is?" She asked out of breath. The last thing she needed were rumors circulating among the servants of the village.
"No, lady. What did he look like?"
"umm..Tall, blond with a white shirt and the trappings of a sailor." The blush slightly rose on her cheeks as she remembered the handsome man.
As if by telepathy, the maid asked, "Handsome with an earring in his lobe?"
"Yes do you know who he is?"
"Well, if he was blond and handsome, I'd say Eric of the Devil"
"The smuggler, Eric of the Devil?!" Fear rose to her face. It couldn't be she wouldn't be standing here with her virtue intact if the devil himself had been in that room.
A/N: Okay first one done, keep posted. Let's see how far I can take this. If you're interested, I'd be more than happy to provide links for you to view this novela on youtube and read the Novella itself. BTW, I own nothing, but the love of these characters and the novela and Guillermo is William in Spanish. A little morsel for future reference
