Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and I own no one except for the
characters I created in my head that you do not recognize as Roswell
characters. (If I owned Roswell do you HONESTLY think I would work at the
video store? Lol)
~A/N~ I was looking through my hard drive and I found this story. It was made for a different fan fiction genre but I knew it would be awesome for Roswell. So I changed names and here you have it! I hope you guys like it- I think it is pretty good but hey, what do I know? It is set in Victorian times just so you know. It is a M/M fic unlike all my others. I am dreamer at heart but who can ignore my candy side? Lol. Anyway, please review and tell me what you think of it- do you like it? I hope so. Please review?
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Her eyes, a dark sparkling blue, shown brightly from under the large elaborate hat. Right away, he knew she was the wanted. The wanted that were only dreamed of. The wanted who should not be touched, who should not be thought of. He tore his eyes away from the silent beauty that graced the streets she walked on with her presence. He went back to the street.
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"Did she tell you what it was that was so important?" the girl asked impatiently as she combed her long brown hair in front of the mirror.
"No Miss DeLuca, all your mother told me was to fetch Maria," the tired woman answered quietly, intimidated by this young girl's power.
"Fine Julie. Thank you." She sighed and got up, following the tired woman down the stairs and into the parlor. Her mother was sitting in the parlor and immediately Maria noticed the presence seated in the other chair. With their back to her Maria could only see the top of his head yet she knew immediately who it was.
"Ah! Maria, I am so glad you are hear. We have some good news."
"We mother?" Maria asked. Marcus LaFontaine, the son of the richest man in town turned around and gave her a smile. Everyone knew Marcus and all the girls swooned over him. It made her sick to even look at him.
"Maria, I'd like you to meet Marcus LaFontaine." Her mother introduced with a bubbly smile of pride on her face. Her moves were rigid and she could tell her mother was nervous having such an influential person sitting across from her in the parlor.
"I believe Maria and I have already met," he said matter-of-factly giving both she and her mother a smug smile.
"Darling, I have wonderful news. Your father and Marcus have worked out a deal. A deal for Marcus to marry you."
Maria felt her heart clench as she listened to her mother speak and protest bubbled inside her.
"WHAT?" She exclaimed loudly and both her mother and Marcus looked at her stunned as she raised her voice. "Mother, you can't do this to me! You can't force me to marry anyone! I won't call for it!" She yelled desperate for her mother to understand. She felt the tears prick behind her eyes and she forced them down.
Her mother glared at her from across the room, "Maria, lower your voice and close your mouth, please. Do not raise your voice to me. You will marry who we tell you and you will marry when we tell you. You simply have no choice and we are not willing to give you one."
Maria lowered her eyes, knowing her outburst had been wrong. But it was so unfair! She blinked to coax her urging tears down and looked up. "Well, then, I will just go up to my room." She said and turned on her heal walking swiftly out of the parlor not giving her mother a chance to protest.
She collapsed helplessly onto her bed and the tears poured out of her eyes. Why? Why did she have to marry the one man she truly hated? It wasn't FAIR! Nothing was fair for women. There was a knock on her door and it flew open. Marcus walked through and up to her bed.
"Excuse me?" She exclaimed and jumped off the bed, "did I give you permission to enter?"
"I don't believe I need permission my dear," he answered curtly as he walked further into the room.
Maria glared at the man in front of her. The arrogant man who supposedly wanted her to be his wife. "Did you want something?"
"Just to tell you how glad I am your father agreed to letting me have you."
"May I ask you one question?"
"Of course. Go right ahead."
"Why?" She asked.
"Why what Maria?"
"Why me? Why me of all girls in this city? Why did you choose me? You could have any girl."
"Because my dear girl," he walked the length in between them, "you, are the one who stands out," He smiled looking at her once more before turning and walking out the door. she watched him go and continued to cry.
~A/N~ I was looking through my hard drive and I found this story. It was made for a different fan fiction genre but I knew it would be awesome for Roswell. So I changed names and here you have it! I hope you guys like it- I think it is pretty good but hey, what do I know? It is set in Victorian times just so you know. It is a M/M fic unlike all my others. I am dreamer at heart but who can ignore my candy side? Lol. Anyway, please review and tell me what you think of it- do you like it? I hope so. Please review?
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Her eyes, a dark sparkling blue, shown brightly from under the large elaborate hat. Right away, he knew she was the wanted. The wanted that were only dreamed of. The wanted who should not be touched, who should not be thought of. He tore his eyes away from the silent beauty that graced the streets she walked on with her presence. He went back to the street.
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"Did she tell you what it was that was so important?" the girl asked impatiently as she combed her long brown hair in front of the mirror.
"No Miss DeLuca, all your mother told me was to fetch Maria," the tired woman answered quietly, intimidated by this young girl's power.
"Fine Julie. Thank you." She sighed and got up, following the tired woman down the stairs and into the parlor. Her mother was sitting in the parlor and immediately Maria noticed the presence seated in the other chair. With their back to her Maria could only see the top of his head yet she knew immediately who it was.
"Ah! Maria, I am so glad you are hear. We have some good news."
"We mother?" Maria asked. Marcus LaFontaine, the son of the richest man in town turned around and gave her a smile. Everyone knew Marcus and all the girls swooned over him. It made her sick to even look at him.
"Maria, I'd like you to meet Marcus LaFontaine." Her mother introduced with a bubbly smile of pride on her face. Her moves were rigid and she could tell her mother was nervous having such an influential person sitting across from her in the parlor.
"I believe Maria and I have already met," he said matter-of-factly giving both she and her mother a smug smile.
"Darling, I have wonderful news. Your father and Marcus have worked out a deal. A deal for Marcus to marry you."
Maria felt her heart clench as she listened to her mother speak and protest bubbled inside her.
"WHAT?" She exclaimed loudly and both her mother and Marcus looked at her stunned as she raised her voice. "Mother, you can't do this to me! You can't force me to marry anyone! I won't call for it!" She yelled desperate for her mother to understand. She felt the tears prick behind her eyes and she forced them down.
Her mother glared at her from across the room, "Maria, lower your voice and close your mouth, please. Do not raise your voice to me. You will marry who we tell you and you will marry when we tell you. You simply have no choice and we are not willing to give you one."
Maria lowered her eyes, knowing her outburst had been wrong. But it was so unfair! She blinked to coax her urging tears down and looked up. "Well, then, I will just go up to my room." She said and turned on her heal walking swiftly out of the parlor not giving her mother a chance to protest.
She collapsed helplessly onto her bed and the tears poured out of her eyes. Why? Why did she have to marry the one man she truly hated? It wasn't FAIR! Nothing was fair for women. There was a knock on her door and it flew open. Marcus walked through and up to her bed.
"Excuse me?" She exclaimed and jumped off the bed, "did I give you permission to enter?"
"I don't believe I need permission my dear," he answered curtly as he walked further into the room.
Maria glared at the man in front of her. The arrogant man who supposedly wanted her to be his wife. "Did you want something?"
"Just to tell you how glad I am your father agreed to letting me have you."
"May I ask you one question?"
"Of course. Go right ahead."
"Why?" She asked.
"Why what Maria?"
"Why me? Why me of all girls in this city? Why did you choose me? You could have any girl."
"Because my dear girl," he walked the length in between them, "you, are the one who stands out," He smiled looking at her once more before turning and walking out the door. she watched him go and continued to cry.