A.n: Here comes another one I just can't stop churning these out!
"You look gorgeous!" Mr. Smith whispered in her ear as they entered the Mansfield hall. It was a large ballroom with tables on each side and a dance floor in the middle. His hand slipped from her shoulders to the small of her back and she shivered uncomforatbly.
"Thank you sir." She nodded uneasily.
After they were seated she began searching for Marshal. Her eyes scanned the crowd and she felt a hand on her own. Shrugging it away she continued to look. She smiled when she spotted Marshal and Dr. Dre with the head of The Source magazine. He was searching ever five seconds and she ducked not wanting him to find her just yet. He was shrugging in his uncomfortable tux. She imagined that the label forced him to wear the outfit for the evening. She took her wine glass into her hand and took a sip. She sighed at the cool sensation slipping down her throat. Her mind dizzyed for a moment and then cleared as she noticed him looking at her. His piercing blue eyes melted into hers and she stood up. A cold hand touched her arm and she suddenly felt slimy.
"Ms. McMahon where are you going I thought we could..talk." Mr. Smith smiled enticingly up at her. She smiled back fakely.
"I see a good friend I need to talk to!" Stephanie said.
"I'll be waiting Marie." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
Stephanie turned and rushed across the room. Marshal smiled when she materialized beside him. A kiss laced her cheek and she sighed at the sensation. He took her hand and lead her to the dance floor. She cocked her head to the side. A waltz was playing he didn't know how to waltz did he? Taking her hand and placing his other hand on her waist he spun her around the dance floor and she giggled when he dipped her.
"Where did you learn that?" She asked.
"I asked Dre to find me the best dance instructor." He laughed and spun her around.
As they continued to dance neither realized the circle that had grown around them. Mr. Smith watched from the far side of the room his face red and his mind spinning. He watched her literally glow at his touch and an angry seed of jealousy formed in the pit of his stomach. She was supposed to be his tonight. This was messing up his plan to have her! Rising from his chair he made it towards the couple as they stopped dancing. Stephanie walked off towards the rest rooms and he followed her. He didn't notice the platinum blonde rapper watching him.
"I missed him so much." Stephanie smiled to herself placing her hand on the ladies room door knob. She yelped when she was pushed against the door. A thick hand was placed over her mouth and her mind raced. She felt fear coil in her heart and mind clouding her thoughts of escape. Tears watered in her eyes when a cold hand traced down her neck. There was a hard pinch and a warm mouth in that place. She opened her mouth in a soundless scream as teeth bit and tore at her flesh leaving a mark.
"W.Wh.What do you want?" Stephanie asked.
"Should be obvious." The voice rasped and she recognized the gruff coarse sound.
"Mr. Smith?" She cried.
"None other than!" He laughed.
"Please just don't." She whimpered his hand traveling down her side ripping her red one shouldered dress.
"Back the hell off!" An angry voice growled. Stephanie dropped to the floor in joy.
"Mr. Mathers what are you doing here?" Mr. Smith asked.
"Protecting my girlfriend you asshole." His fist flew out hitting the wall beside the man.
"Awww how cute." Mr. Smith grinned.
"Cute? You'll be in pain if you touch her again." Marshal held his anger in check thanking God that at a split second he missed the man's face.
"You can't stop me." Mr. Smith laughed boldly.
"You wanna bet?" Marshal took a step closer.
Mr. Smith bent and caressed Stephanie's cheek. That was it. All Marshal saw was crimson red. Jumping on to the older man he let his fists fly. He'd learnt in the past that you don't stop until they're unconsious. The crunch of a broken nose made him laugh with a satisfactory grin on his face. He felt strong hands yank him from the man he wanted to kill. He was dropped beside Stephanie and placed his hands on each side of her face. He looked into her tearful eyes.
"Baby?" He took her into his arms and she clung to him. "Are you alright?"
"Take me home please." She cried into his dress shirt.
"It's alright baby." He lifted her in his arms and looked for a back exit and found it. He saw Dre on the phone calling a cab.
"Shh." He held her close to him rocking her back and forth once they were on the way to her home.
"He was going.he." She spluttered and he kissed her to soothe her for the moment hoping the gesture would work.
"You look gorgeous!" Mr. Smith whispered in her ear as they entered the Mansfield hall. It was a large ballroom with tables on each side and a dance floor in the middle. His hand slipped from her shoulders to the small of her back and she shivered uncomforatbly.
"Thank you sir." She nodded uneasily.
After they were seated she began searching for Marshal. Her eyes scanned the crowd and she felt a hand on her own. Shrugging it away she continued to look. She smiled when she spotted Marshal and Dr. Dre with the head of The Source magazine. He was searching ever five seconds and she ducked not wanting him to find her just yet. He was shrugging in his uncomfortable tux. She imagined that the label forced him to wear the outfit for the evening. She took her wine glass into her hand and took a sip. She sighed at the cool sensation slipping down her throat. Her mind dizzyed for a moment and then cleared as she noticed him looking at her. His piercing blue eyes melted into hers and she stood up. A cold hand touched her arm and she suddenly felt slimy.
"Ms. McMahon where are you going I thought we could..talk." Mr. Smith smiled enticingly up at her. She smiled back fakely.
"I see a good friend I need to talk to!" Stephanie said.
"I'll be waiting Marie." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
Stephanie turned and rushed across the room. Marshal smiled when she materialized beside him. A kiss laced her cheek and she sighed at the sensation. He took her hand and lead her to the dance floor. She cocked her head to the side. A waltz was playing he didn't know how to waltz did he? Taking her hand and placing his other hand on her waist he spun her around the dance floor and she giggled when he dipped her.
"Where did you learn that?" She asked.
"I asked Dre to find me the best dance instructor." He laughed and spun her around.
As they continued to dance neither realized the circle that had grown around them. Mr. Smith watched from the far side of the room his face red and his mind spinning. He watched her literally glow at his touch and an angry seed of jealousy formed in the pit of his stomach. She was supposed to be his tonight. This was messing up his plan to have her! Rising from his chair he made it towards the couple as they stopped dancing. Stephanie walked off towards the rest rooms and he followed her. He didn't notice the platinum blonde rapper watching him.
"I missed him so much." Stephanie smiled to herself placing her hand on the ladies room door knob. She yelped when she was pushed against the door. A thick hand was placed over her mouth and her mind raced. She felt fear coil in her heart and mind clouding her thoughts of escape. Tears watered in her eyes when a cold hand traced down her neck. There was a hard pinch and a warm mouth in that place. She opened her mouth in a soundless scream as teeth bit and tore at her flesh leaving a mark.
"W.Wh.What do you want?" Stephanie asked.
"Should be obvious." The voice rasped and she recognized the gruff coarse sound.
"Mr. Smith?" She cried.
"None other than!" He laughed.
"Please just don't." She whimpered his hand traveling down her side ripping her red one shouldered dress.
"Back the hell off!" An angry voice growled. Stephanie dropped to the floor in joy.
"Mr. Mathers what are you doing here?" Mr. Smith asked.
"Protecting my girlfriend you asshole." His fist flew out hitting the wall beside the man.
"Awww how cute." Mr. Smith grinned.
"Cute? You'll be in pain if you touch her again." Marshal held his anger in check thanking God that at a split second he missed the man's face.
"You can't stop me." Mr. Smith laughed boldly.
"You wanna bet?" Marshal took a step closer.
Mr. Smith bent and caressed Stephanie's cheek. That was it. All Marshal saw was crimson red. Jumping on to the older man he let his fists fly. He'd learnt in the past that you don't stop until they're unconsious. The crunch of a broken nose made him laugh with a satisfactory grin on his face. He felt strong hands yank him from the man he wanted to kill. He was dropped beside Stephanie and placed his hands on each side of her face. He looked into her tearful eyes.
"Baby?" He took her into his arms and she clung to him. "Are you alright?"
"Take me home please." She cried into his dress shirt.
"It's alright baby." He lifted her in his arms and looked for a back exit and found it. He saw Dre on the phone calling a cab.
"Shh." He held her close to him rocking her back and forth once they were on the way to her home.
"He was going.he." She spluttered and he kissed her to soothe her for the moment hoping the gesture would work.