Kristin: LOOK! I Have the Twilight book and movie!! Does that mean I own it?

Robin: PFFT. No.

kristin: Damn :(

Robin: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight, including Maria and sadly Jasper.

Kristin: Yeah, way to piss on a girls dreams there.....

Robin: Sorry, we have Jordy and Alsper though!

A/N

Kristin: Do you realize our readers are fuckawesome?

Robin: Dood totes! I love them!

Kristin: IKR? And then we get supa cool Chicks like Amber that want to show us the mind Maria... I think I'm in Love sighs

Robin: She's fuckawesome and a fuckawesome writer. Kay, so that is three dollars for the fuckawesome jar.

Kristin: technically 4 bb :P well then with out further ado, Robin and I give you Maria Salas, brought to you by Amber!

Robin: Technicalities. *pays up*, Enjoy!

Amber: Tequila shots all round! Wow, so this is my first fic…yay! All totally thanks to Robs & Kris who inspired me with Angry, Naked, Cowboy Hat Wearin' Jasper in One More Shot…Holy God, he melts my panties off!...but I digress. Maria has been making our angry, sex maniac's life miserable and needed to be "outed" for the bitch she is…so I did.

Maria, ella-Diablo

There's nothing…and I mean nothing, like being woken up by falling on the fucking floor because you've been kicked out of bed, again.

"Fuck Laurent, what the hell!" I screamed, my voice coarse with sleep. I pounded my fist on the side of the mattress in anger. This happens almost every fucking time and I'm tired of this shit.

"I'm tired of this shit!" I yelled and I pounded the bed again.

I'm lying naked on the less than clean floor; working to force air back in my lungs and slow my heart…it's absolutely pounding. Landing on my back winded me and waking up with a fright had pushed my heart rate into overtime. I'm not a big fan of mornings on a good day so yeah, this doesn't help. I can feel tears pushing at the corner of my eyes but I force them back.

"Hijo de una perra." I mutter as I grab the bed sheet to help pull myself up. When I'm on my knees I can see Laurent spread-eagle, on his stomach taking up the entire bed. I let out a loud breath. He lifted his head off the mattress, cracked an eye lid and scowled at me then turned his head away.

"No one asked you to fucking stay Maria," he mumbled, "so shut the hell up."

That's it…, "Usted pedazo desgraciado de mierda!" I screamed. Now, I was pissed and I frantically started looking for something to throw. I picked up a beer bottle off the bedside table and threw it with as much force as I could. It clipped the bedpost and smashed in a shower of stale beer and glass. "Cerdo!"

Laurent jumped up at the sound of smashing glass and spun around to face me, his eyes wild with anger. I picked up the alarm clock in one hand and the lamp in the other. He lunged to grab my arm and I stepped quickly out of reach.

"Cabrón!" I yelled as I drew my arm back and launched the clock in the direction of his head.

His arm came up to deflect it. "Crazy Bitch!" he cursed me as he tried to untangle the sheets from around his legs.

Oops, time to leave…I threw the lamp at him, hoping to slow him down a little more so I could make my get away. I turned and quickly grabbed what clothes I could see on the ground, my purse and boots and made for the door. With my hand on the knob I turned back, the lamp had done its job. He was fighting with the shade stuck on his arm and the cord was wrapped around his body because it was still plugged into the wall, I laughed out loud and he glared at me…yep, I was in deep shit and it was definitely time to leave. I glanced quickly at the stuff in my hands; skirt, t-shirt, tank top, purse, boots…shit! Where are my keys? I quickly scanned the room – there on the dresser, my keys and sunglasses. I jerked my eyes back to Laurent, our eyes met…both of us judging the distance. I was closer but he looked pretty determined. I launched myself at the dresser…I didn't waste time looking at him again, I grabbed for my items then dashed back to the door and ran outside frantically clicking the lock remote to unlock my door as I ran down the motel stairs, into the parking lot, wrenched open my car door and jumped in. I tossed my stuff beside me and started the engine. I looked up briefly to see Laurent standing at the second floor railing looking down at me; he was still wrapped in the bed sheet. I reversed the car and opened my window, stopping and throwing the transmission in to drive I paused long enough to yell up at him, "Ungrateful son of a bitch! Le odio!" Then I floored it, spinning my tires and fish tailing a little as I pulled out of the lot and on to the two lane highway leading out of town, laughing hysterically. I watched in the rearview mirror and saw Laurent yelling something and pointing at me. Yeah, I'm definitely going to have to avoid him, I thought, it's a good thing I'm going out of town.

I closed the window. It was pretty early and the sun hadn't had time to take the chill off yet, my shiver making the fact I had no clothes on even more evident. I pulled over to get dressed. What a way to start the day I thought, sorting through the pile of clothes looking for my panties…shit, they're not here. I grabbed my jean skirt and pulled it on, just remember not to bend over, I told myself with a smirk. I pulled the rearview mirror down so I could see my face. I licked my thumbs to wipe away the smudge of last night's mascara and ran my fingers through my hair; well, at least I'm covered. I pushed my feet into my favorite red cowboy boots, adjusted the mirror and pulled back onto the road.

Damn Maria, I shook my head, you gotta get your shit together, I thought and sighed, yeah…like I haven't been telling myself that every day for the past five years. I dug around in my purse for my cigarettes and lit one up. I took a long drag and felt the residual tension ease a little.

"Fuck!" I said aloud and hit my palm against the steering wheel. My life is just one big drama after the next. Why the hell couldn't I catch a break? Was I "that" bad a person? Yeah, I was and I worked hard to prove it too. I took another drag and exhaled hard, I could hear her voice. My mother, she was the voice in my head "I knew you'd turn out just like him…well now you'll live with the consequences." I was eighteen and although the word would never pass my mother's lips I heard it anyway…Whore. I shook my head to clear the memory, and pulled into the parking lot at Tony's Diner.

Marcus and Jane looked up as I walked in the door, there were only two tables with customers but it was early, business was pretty much steady here and by 8:30am the place would be packed. Jane shook her head and took the coffee pot to go do top ups and Marcus just glared at me.

"I don't think I'd stick around long if I was you," he said, "Laurent called here looking for you and he sounds pissed. He knows you're gonna show up here at some point."

"Yeah, I know…that's why I came now." I poured myself a coffee in a to-go cup, "I need my money Marcus, I'm leaving town a little earlier than planned."

Marcus narrowed his eyes, "Do Mary and Sammie know?"…But I knew what he was really asking.

"Not yet. But she's my property Marcus; I can do whatever I want."

"She's not your property, she's your daughter Maria," Jane said sarcastically as she walked back to the counter. "Oh and thanks for leaving us short staffed today too, really appreciate it."

"Mind your own business," I growled at her and turned back to Marcus, "I need some food to go…a couple of grilled cheese and a couple of BLT's?" I started filling a bag with cans of soda and potato chips. Marcus nodded then jerked his head atjane. She grabbed fruit, apple juice and bottles of water and loaded them into a box.

I handed her the bag I had started and walked into the kitchen where Marcus was. "So, can I get some cash?"

"Where are you going, Maria?"

"I told you, I'm taking her to see Jasper." I said as I bent to grab one of the bottles of Jack I knew he kept under the counter.

Jane walked into the kitchen behind me, "Classy Maria…what a walking nightmare," she muttered as she grabbed the food from Marcus.

Oh yeah…no undies. I straightened up, slowly, handing her the bottle. I smiled and flipped her off, then followed Marcus into his office.

"Mari, you need get your crap together girl. You're a mother for Christssake, you've gotta look after that child." I watched as he counted off bills, putting them into an envelope. I put out my hand for the money.

He pulled his hand back. "Your father was my best friend," he paused. Here we go…I rolled my eyes, "he surely wasn't perfect but I know he wouldn't want to see his only daughter making the same mistakes he did. What you're doing to that poor, sweet girl…you should know better."

"Same song, different singer Marcus…blah, blah, fucking blah." I made hand motions to go with my words.

He slammed his palm down on the desk; I steeled myself, ready for the worst. "For once Maria, think of someone other than yourself, you need help." He looked me hard in the eyes. No way was he going to make me back down…I held his stare and he looked away first. He rubbed his hand over his face, "Do the right thing Mari, leave her with Sammie and your mother and go get your life together or better yet leave her with her daddy…Jasper's a good guy, he'll do right by her."

At that I did look away. Yeah, Jasper would do the right thing…by her anyway. He always wanted to. Marcus walked around his desk to stand in front of me and took my hand. "You need to change your path Mari." He flipped my hand over and pressed the envelope into it. "Think about it."

"Yeah…"

Suddenly, the office door flew open and Jane shoved the filled box at me, "Lord knows I should let him catch you, it would solve everyone's problems but Laurent just pulled in the lot, you'd better get the hell out of here."

Marcus pushed me out towards the back door, "Go!" he told me and turned to Jane, "You tell him we're back here." He turned to me again, "I'll try to slow him down so you can get to your car. "Be safe. And Maria…be a good mother."

I ran, but not before I heard Laurent come crashing in the front door demanding, "Where is she!" I skulked my way to my car and took off. This time I didn't look back.

I tossed our bags in the trunk and took the stash of cash my mom kept for emergencies. Thank god she wasn't home and I didn't have to put up with her opinions and accusations. I had one more stop to make and I was certain to get my fill there…again.

I pulled into the long driveway leading to the main house, thinking for the millionth time, if I had all that money I'd have a way better house. Not that I'd ever have to worry about picking a floor plan or anything. As I pulled up, I could see Jordy sitting on the porch with Jasper's mom, Sammie…shit, this woman could put me on edge just by breathing and I could feel my neck tense up as I got out of the car.

"Maria, I've asked you to please slow down on the drive. You'll spook the horses." She said as she stood up and moved to put herself between me and my daughter, just like Jasper would…she didn't honestly think she was going to keep her from me did she?!

"Oh yeah."

No wonder Jasper was such a surly SOB, he comes by it honestly. His sister, cousin and his mom all had the same fucking holier than thou attitude. You would think we would have gotten along better I lived by that credo as well.

"What are you doing here? Your mom said you were working today."

"Change in plans, Jordan and I are leaving to visit Jasper today…now actually."

I could see her mind working, trying to figure me out. Yeah, that's the problem everyone's always trying to figure me out. "Jordan, get your things and put them in the car." I told her.

Her eyes…His eyes…brightened with her smile and she ran into the house.

There was no use trying to deny who fathered her, and a DNA test was unnecessary. Take one look at those beautiful blue green eyes and her dazzling smile and there was no question she came from the Jasper Thomas Whitlock gene pool. Figures, I finally talk my way into "Mr. Prim and Proper's" pants and I get knocked up. At least I'd finally found a way to bag Jasper, he was most definitely the grand prize…fuck-hot from head to toe, rich beyond belief, a talented musician and as it turns out, a pretty great lay…and I had the key to all that and more. He was finally coming around too, until the Bitches of Stockton got busy and poisoned the pot against me.

"Wait honey, I'll help you." Sammie said over her shoulder into the house, her eyes not leaving mine. She pointed a finger at me, "You put the car seat in the back seat – PROPERLY." and she turned to follow Jordan.

A few minutes later Jordy came out of the house with an apple in each hand and she ran toward the barn.

"Jordan Marie," I yelled.

She stopped and turned towards me, "I hafta say goodbye to Twilight," and she held up the apples.

"No. Get back here and get in the damn car."

"Oh let her be Maria," Sammie said as the screen door banged shut, "it'll only take a minute. What's the matter, you in a rush?"

I shot her a look hoping she'd get the point and shut up.

"So why is it you're in such a big hurry to leave town? I thought you couldn't get away until next week." She smirked and crossed her arms.

"Plans change." I shrugged and walked in the direction Jordan had gone. It was obvious she knew. She must have spoken to Marcus or Jane, shit what is it with this place?! Everyone has to get all up in my business…well I don't need it - there are other places I could be and take their precious "princess" with me. I looked up to see Jordan standing on the fence with her forehead resting on the horse's nose. I could hear her talking.

"It's ok Twilight, I'll tell daddy you miss him too." She kissed his nose and fed him the apple. The horse whinnied and nodded its head. Jordan smiled and nodded back, "Yeah, maybe he'll come back with us, I'd like that too."

I walked up to stand beside her and put my arm on the top of the fence, both she and the horse turned to look at me. "Momma, do you think daddy will let me ride Twilight when he comes home?"

"I told you not to call him that," I clenched my jaw and looked down at her, "you call him Jasper and you better listen when I talk missy." I started to grab for her arm to drag her back to the car when the stupid horse tried to bite me…and he would have too if I hadn't moved my arm just in time. "Fuck off, stupid animal!" and I raised my hand.

"No Momma, it's okay," Jordan cried, "Twilight was just saying hello."

"Yeah, well that didn't seem like hello to me," I rubbed my arm and I heard a chuckle come from behind us and turned to see Sammie standing there.

"Horses are a very good judge of character, Maria. I wouldn't get too close."

"Bitch," I hissed under my breath. "You," I pointed at Jordan, "get your little ass in the car, we're outta here."

Jordan ran for the car and I strolled after her, "Hmm I wonder who I can report these unsafe conditions to? I'm sure someone would be interested in hearing about how my child's life may be in danger at her father's home." I said over my shoulder as strode past Jaspers mother.

"Sure Maria, go ahead and make your calls but maybe you should look into daycare prices. I think you'll find it really cuts into your drug and partying budget," she growled at me as she followed me to my car, "not to mention most daycares don't let you come and go as you like. Then we'll see how fast the authorities are called won't we?"

I muttered in Spanish all the way to my car. I had no idea if she understood a word I said or not but I hope she at least knew the best words…I smirked with satisfaction; almost everybody could curse in Spanish.

"Say hi to your daddy for me baby…you be a good girl and don't forget, you know Granny Sam's phone number right, and you can call me any time."

Jordan nodded and blew kisses as we left. I floored it all the way down the drive as I watched the dust fly in my rearview mirror, then looked up so I could see her in the back seat. "You call her and you'll be sorry."

She didn't look at me she just sat there and said, "Yes Momma."

A few days later….

Well that was a complete waste of time…I contemplated driving in another direction other than home. What did I have to go home to really? It would serve them right to wonder what the hell happened to us…everyone would look to that pussy Jasper for answers and he'd know it was his fault this time. He was the reason everyone's precious princess was gone.

He wouldn't fucking fuck me…that was a first. I lit up a cigarette and shifted in my seat. The son of a bitch was seeing someone and he said he wouldn't give her up for me or give it up to me. No sex…what was the fucking point? I drove all that way, put up with shit from Rose and Bella and had to drag his pain in the ass kid around every day because he got all fired up when I left her at the hotel. Pussy! At least this was it, I'd never make this stinking drive again, no way was I going to inconvenience myself if he wasn't putting out. Well at least I got the money, I knew he'd give me more. Shit, I'd probably have to find a new dealer now that I pissed Laurent off. I wonder if Felix is still in business.

My mind wound back to Jasper, this was the second time he's walked away from us. Usually that was my job. First, he picks up and moves to Seattle now he's willing to give up his daughter for some bitch. This wasn't like my Jasper at all; usually I could keep him stringing along for months...fuck years and now what? He'll be back, they can't stay away…I gave myself a smug look in the mirror. I stepped heavier on the gas. I'm gonna get home and find myself a party, Momma needs to unwind.

We were finally home. I checked the rearview mirror, she was still asleep.

I pulled into my mother's driveway, it was late and the house was dark but I knew she wouldn't care once she knew her precious granddaughter was back. I got out of the car, stretched up to work out the kinks then rubbed my ass; it was numb from sitting so long. As I turned to get the kid from the back seat I heard a noise from the street, I looked up and a movement caught my eye. Shit, it was Laurent and he was stalking his way towards me…his eyes boring into mine. He looked like he meant business.

Fuck Maria, think fast…I could try to drive away but no, he was too close. My mind continued zipping through the possibilities as I considered my options. I let my eyes sweep over Laurent as he continued making his way towards me. His body language was clear and his scowl on his face all but shouted, don't fuck with me – and his eyes…his eyes were dark and what? Murderous? No, he wasn't going to kill me, although I was certain he was capable of it…my actions really didn't warrant it. I didn't actually hit him with anything…no harm no foul…it was more like foreplay to a guy like Laurent and for me too for that matter. A few more steps and we'd be nose to nose and he hasn't said a fucking word yet. I looked again into his eyes and it clicked into focus…Ahhh, I was right, they always come back. I smiled and did my best to match the look in my eyes to his…Darkness. Rage. Hunger.

He stopped, our eyes fully locked, his smile now mirrored mine, snide and mocking. "Maria."

"Laurent."

"I've been looking for you."

"Have you? I've been out of town."

"So I gathered."

Then silence. No one spoke and it seemed we were barely breathing. His jaw clenched. Uh, oh…did I misjudge? I heard the beginning of a growl coming from his chest; the sound was low and menacing. My brain told my body to run but I barely had time to react when his hand reached out and grabbed me by a handful of hair. He pulled me into his body while his other arm secured me there. Then he used the hair in his fist to pull my head back and he put his mouth to my ear.

"You fucking pissed me off Maria," he whispered then licked up to just below my ear lobe, I shivered. "You knew I was looking for you didn't you?" he didn't wait for an answer. "Why did you come back?"

I tried to jerk my head out of his control but he just tightened his grip. "I don't like having my hair pulled Laurent. If you still want to able to walk upright I suggest you let me go." I could do menacing too. I continued on with my Show no fear attitude and I pushed him back with my hands on his chest when he let me loose.

"I came back because I missed you baby," I reached for his crotch and ran my finger up his zipper, "you got what I need," I purred. I put both my palms flat against his thighs and applied pressure as I dragged them up his body pausing only when I got to his chest. I ran my thumbs over his nipples and felt them harden…I might not be able to fuck with his mind like I could with others, but his body would turn traitor on him if I had any say in the matter. I pinched his nipples so hard he hissed as he drew in a sharp breath. "I didn't have a very good trip Laurent," I pouted, "do you have what I need to help me forget?"

He looked down at me with his evil smile, "you got money?"

"Yeah, I got money. You got good stuff?"

"I can fix you real good honey. I got just what you need."

He grabbed me by the arm to lead me to his car. I jerked it out of his grasp to get my purse and bag out of the car. I glanced at Jordan, still covered and asleep in her car seat. This is a pretty safe neighborhood. I shut the door, leaving my keys on the front seat.

I walked away with Laurent. Next stop oblivion. Ahh…home at last.

A/N

Translations (roughly): Maria, ella-diablo (Maria, she-devil), Hijo de una perra (Son of a bitch), Usted pedazo desgraciado de mierda!" (You miserable piece of shit), Cerdo!" (Pig), Cabrón!" (prick), Le odio! (I hate you)!"