posted on 22-Mar-2002 10:43:16 PM by soypet
TITLE: Cruel Intentions
AUTHOR: Soypet
EMAIL: isoysauce03i⊕
RATING: R?because of sexuality and language.
CATEGORY: Max and Liz? of course! Alternate universe and no aliens.
SUMMARY: A Roswell adaptation of the movie Cruel Intentions.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing Roswell or Cruel Intentions?

AUTHOR?S NOTE: I?ve always wanted a Roswell version of the movie? Plus, I was bored one day and I felt like writing something. And lo and behold? I wrote a Roswell version of the escalator scene from the movie? It turned out good and so I decided to finish the rest of the story. *big*


- Scene One -

"What is it Max that is bothering you right now?" absently asked Mrs. Klein. She was sitting in an expensive black leather swivel chair behind her equally expensive, dark mahogany desk.

In his eyes, he found being here at his therapist's office was boring him. Depressed voice used, he replied, "My life is spinning out of control, Mrs. Klein. I don't know what to do anymore. My dad's married to a psycho while I'm living with two hellions, known as my step-sisters." While what he was really thinking was, that I'm here instead of in bed with your daughter?

"Max, I'm sure it's not that bad as it seems-" she started before he interrupted her.

"But it is, Mrs. Klein." God! Your daughter was good? Pausing for effect, he stated in a dejected tone, "I don't know if my life is even worth living for anymore." I'd do her again if I could. And with that, he wiped his face with his large palm while releasing a loud and heavy sigh, which gave him an air of believable sadness, but in actuality was meant to cover his smile at thinking of his previous engagement with Mrs. Klein's daughter, Courtney.

Standing up from her chair and moving around her desk, Mrs. Klein began heading for her bookcase along the wall. She pulled out a book titled, Down In The Dumps: How to Recover and stated, "Well, Max? here's a book I've written that would do you a good job in reading. I wrote it myself, so you could read it while I'm gone and it'll be just like if you were in my office here?"

"Wait! What do you mean, you'll be gone?" Max quickly sat up from the lounge to look at Mrs. Klein.

"My daughter and I are headed to Rome. We're taking a brief break for the summer." She replied happily as she stood before Max to hand him her book.

Looking at the book momentarily, she's probably going to charge this on me too, he thought. Eyebrows fused together, he asked, "For how long?"

"Oh. Well? three months." Leaning slightly on her desk, she jotted down, Charge Max $50 on book + regular session charges.

"Three months? Wow." Looking at the shapely woman standing in front of him, depressed act gone while an innocent act replaced it on Max's handsome face. "It's a shame. I'll be sure to miss you Mrs. Klein."

"Thank you Max."

Directly looking at her legs, he asked, "Did anyone ever tell you that you have beautiful legs? Killer legs? long and lean and perfect." Pausing slightly, he lifted his gaze to hers, "Would you mind if I took pictures of you?"

"Ummm? no. Max, that won't be necessary." She assured him while smiling her sweet smile. "There's plenty of other girls your age who would love to date you?" she said, while thinking Max had suddenly developed a crush on her because of his comment on her legs. She had hoped to divert his crush with her statement.

"You're really an attractive woman, Mrs. Klein." He complimented her.

"I'm a married woman?" she responded quickly.

A crestfallen face appeared on Max, while inside, he was dying from laughter. A second later, his eyes became bright; his voice a bit higher and body language a little more enthusiastic. "Do you really think that's true, Mrs. Klein? That other girls would like me?"

"Yes, dear." She smiled at him again.

And that's when her desk phone started to ring. Pressing the talk button, the sound of her secretary's voice came through loud and clear, "Your daughter's on line one, Mrs. Klein. She wants to speak to you. She says it's an emergency."

Secretly, Max smirked a satisfied grin.

"Okay, put her on hold for right now. I'll be with her in a second." With that, she started walking towards Max, a motion that showed him that it was time to go. When Max stood up, she lightly placed her hand on his arm as she showed him to the door. "Until our next session, take care, Max."

"You too, Mrs. Klein," with his grin still in placed, he walked out of her office. A knowing glint appeared in his eyes and he softly chuckled as he made his way down to the ground level of the building.

? - ? - ?

"You put me on hold?!!" Courtney screamed into the phone as hot fluid tears burned her pretty cheeks. "How could you??!"

"Courtney, honey, calm down?" Mrs. Klein advised her distraught daughter, taking a deep breath, she said, "Take a deep breath and step outside of the circle."

"Cut the psycho babble bullshit, Mom!" she wailed into the headset.

Giving up on control. "Alright, alright. Honey, just tell me what happened."

"I?" and she broke down into tears, "He told me he loved me? and I believed him?"

"Him?" Extremely worried now, "Him who?"

"You wouldn't know him. But he was just so sweet. And I was so stupid." Tears still flowed freely from her glazed and wet eyes.

"What'd he do?" Inquiring Courtney for more information.

Resignedly, she said, "There are pictures of me on the internet."

Incredulous at what her daughter was explaining, Mrs. Klein asked, "Pictures? What kind?"

"Nude pictures. What do you think, Mom?!"

"Jesus Christ, how can you be so stupid?" she yelled into her phone, clearly angered at her daughter's foolish judgment.

"I dunno. He was so charming and sweet. He said I was beautiful. And all he could talk about how I had killer legs? long, lean, and perfect was what he said. He kept wanting to photograph them? and from there, I?" She paused as another sob racked her body, "things got out of hand."

Courtney waited for her mother to say something, but all she heard was silence from the other end of the line. "Mom?" she paused, waiting? "Mother! Are you there?!!!" Her tears were flowing rapidly down her cheeks now. Her face was flushed from the heat of her tears. "Mother!!!"

? - ? - ?

She bolted out of her office and spotted Max standing below, on the ground level of the building. She banged on the window and cried out, "Max!! You're gonna pay, you son of a bitch!!!"

At that moment, everyone's eyes turned to Mrs. Klein. Puzzled by her behavior. But her eyes did not see anyone else's questioning glance? her target was on Max, who had finally turned around to look up at her.

"You little piece of shit, you're gonna pay!!!" she yelled out again.

His eyebrows furrowed together?


He shook his head and pointed his finger to his ear, motioning that he couldn't hear or understand what she was trying to say. Smiling, he turned around to a young girl close to him, "I wonder what her problem is," while making circular finger motions next to his head, indicating that he thought the lady still hammering away at the glass wall was crazy.

The girl giggled. She held out her hand, "My name's Heidi."

He took her hand and gently kissed the back of her palm. "Max." Smiling a seductive grin, he proposed to her, "Care to have lunch with me?"

Heidi giggled again and allowed him to take her hand in his hand while they walked out of the building? away from the woman who still did not relent to stop pounding on the window?

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posted on 31-Mar-2002 12:29:44 PM by soypet
Wow... what a response. *big*

Thanx sooo much for it! And I'm sorry there hasn't been any new parts in a while. My excuse: I've been busy and haven't had time to write more.

But since I'm officially on Spring Break now, I'm hoping I can get something out my the end of this week. Sorry, I'm a slow writer. Hehehe... *big* And to be honest, I don't write at a set time... when I'm in the mood to write, I'll do it. Otherwise, I'm stuck.

But anyway, thanx again to Lizzie_Parker17--hopefully I can change it to Max's face once I really start introducing him *big*, narly21, dane122--Exactly like the movie... nope... or at least I'm planning on it not to be, StarPrincess--I'm sorry... no can do. Hehehe... roswellluver, DreamingOfMax84, care bears, Shama, believer_evans, Into The Woods--They hug? I don't remember that... hehehe... aZNroSweLl anglgrl, Dia, abbs007, PixieChic--it's still a murky on how I'm gonna fit everyone from the show to this fic... and it was Joshua Jackson who played the gay guy. And I have to agree, I loved him in the movie too. *big* zannyb, Nana--Well, I hope that doesn't happen... *big*

Thanx! *big*


posted on 4-Apr-2002 12:30:33 AM by soypet
Author’s Note: Hey! I got something written! Hehehe… *big*

Thanx to AngelDreamer86, Grathki, zannyb--Hehehe... *big*. Too cute... too cute ::shakes head::, believer_evans, and DreamingOfMax84 for your responses! I appreciate them so very much! Hehehe... *tongue*

Side note: Shamelss plug right here... read my other story! Alternate Universe. Hehehe... *big*

Luv ya guys! And on to the story...

- Scene Two -

In his black Porsche, he speedily traveled through the traffic, weaving in and out. Seeing a parking place, he quickly geared into the spot. Jumping out of the car, Max swiftly made his way into the luxurious townhouse, ignoring the man in uniform who cried out, “Hey! Sir! You can’t park there! Sir?!”

— - — - —

The room was highly decorated; ornate vases on pedestals, delicate flower arrangements on carved mahogany tabletops, and masterpieces of art such as Monet and Botticelli adorning the richly papered walls. Two young ladies sat side by side on a divan facing an older woman and her daughter.

“I can’t tell you how happy we are that Maria will be attending Winnaman with you. Jim and I were so delighted when you said you could meet with us. I just hope Maria can rise to the high standards that you Hardings have set for her.” Amy said as she patted a well-decorated and polished hand on her daughter’s thigh.

Amy DeLuca, a woman who had been raised in aristocracy since her birth. She was a well-known socialite around the city of New York and many parts of the United States. Amy wasn’t always particularly liked for her gossipy ways, though. She was dressed as any woman of her class would be… to perfection. Not a single lock of her fair-hair out of place. Makeup was perfectly applied, giving her years off her actual age. She had a pale pink suit jacket over a crème silk chemise and matching pink skirt. Everything looked expensive, which it probably was.

“We’ll do our best with her, Mrs. DeLuca,” responded Isabel who was sitting in a lady-like manner, arms placed delicately in her lap. She exuded an air of high-class superiority in her posture. And her smile was a prime example of a perfect hostess’ smile, yet if you looked closely, there was no warmth in it… it was a cold and forced smile.

“But I’m sure she’s up to the challenge,” added Tess, the other young lady who was also brought up from high society.

Turning slightly to face Maria, Amy stated as if teaching a young child a lesson, “Maria, dear. Isabel and Tess are the top girls at Winnaman. They’re smart and popular. Honey, you listen to everything they say and you’ll be just fine, alright.” The last line was slowly and carefully annunciated, as if Maria couldn’t understand otherwise.

“That’s kind of you to say, Mrs. DeLuca,” responded Tess. She, along with her sister, was also sitting across from Amy hand in lap. Although Tess was two years younger than Isabel, she was still a prominent figure at Winnaman.

“No trouble. But how do you two do it?” She asked as she directed the next statement to Isabel, “You keep up straight A’s while handling the pressure of being the President of Winnaman. I mean, with all the peer pressure there are nowadays, where do you two find the strength?”

“Well, this is going to sound trite, but whenever we feel the temptations of peer pressure, we turn to each other and that’s where we find comfort and understanding. Being such close sisters as we are, we’re able to help each other throughout our lives.”

“How sweet.” Amy responded considerately.

Suddenly seeing her chance, Maria spoke up for the first time since she first walked into the room, eagerly asking, “What are the boys like?”

“Maria!” Amy scowled at Maria and turned an embarrassed face to Isabel and Tess. “You must forgive her, she’s never really been in company with the opposite sex, much less in a co-educational environment before.”

“Oh, that’s quite alright. It’s understandable for a young girl like her to be interested. But I assure you, most of the boys who walk the halls of Winnaman are fairly honorable gentleman. But of course, there are those few bad apples.”

“Like your brother, Max. It’s a wonder he’s not in jail for what he did to that poor nurse.” She scooted closer to the edge of her seat, as if hoping to find out more information about their stepbrother.

“I heard she was recovering reasonably well, actually,” Max supplied out of nowhere. Everyone turned eyes towards the entrance, where he was standing comfortably leaning against the doorway. He had with a smug grin in place. “Mrs. DeLuca, it’s a pleasure seeing you again, but who’s the beauty next to you?”

Clearing her throat, Amy answered with a slight edge in her voice, “Maria, my daughter. You do remember her, don’t you?”

“Oh yes… Maria.” He held an amused glint in his dark eyes, “Cute shirt.”

“Thank you. Daddy took me to Australia a couple of weeks ago.” She replied happily. Maria had opted to dress comfortably in a kiddish kola bear t-shirt that she had purchased on her two week vacation.

“And how are things down under?” Smiling, he ducked his head and fixed his gaze on her open skirt, “Blossoming… I hope.” In her excitement, Maria hadn’t bothered to notice her legs spread themselves out, leaving her white cotton panties for everyone’s view, more specifically, Max’s view. Having a delayed reaction, Amy slapped Maria’s thighs closed, causing Max to grin wider and Tess to breathe in a gasp of fake astonishment.

“Max, Maria will be attending Winnaman this autumn.” Isabel hastily informed. She was sitting there with a smile still placed on her attractive face.

“Outstanding.” He replied with a hint of sarcasm under the bubbly tone.

Curious, Maria inquired, “What year are you in?” Her head was tipped to the side as her eyebrows squeezed together.

“I’m in what people like to call a fifth year senior.” Max easily as he walked charmingly across the room to end up standing beside Isabel.

Curiosity gone, confusion entered as her eyebrows squeezed tighter. “Wait. I thought high school was only four years.”

“It is, Maria. Unless you’re a fuck up like me.” He smiled broadly at her and at Amy, also.

“Well… uhhh… I think it’s time for us to go. Thank you for having us, Isabel. Tess.” Amy hurriedly smiled at the two girls as she sat up.

“No problem, Mrs. DeLuca,” both Isabel and Tess courteously replied at the same time.

“Come on, Maria.” Dragging Maria along with her.

“Bye Mrs. DeLuca.” Max called out as they passed him by. “Bye Maria!”

Once Amy and Maria had exited, both girls sighed a breath of relief and relaxed their postures. “Thank God.” Was all Tess had to say.

Turning towards Isabel and Tess, Max got straight to the point. “And what was Mrs. Bear and Miss Baby Bear doing here? Might I ask?”



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posted on 5-Apr-2002 12:22:30 AM by soypet
Thanx to DreamingOfMax84, roswellluver, StarPrincess, aZNroSweLl anglgrl, abbs007, soppysophs, frenchkiss70, zannyb, Eerie, Pheobe04, and believer_evans for reading and responding.

To answer the question:

Will Max die in your version? Should I tell you? Or should I not? Hmmm... ::ponders this question:: Hehehe... *big* No. He's not gonna die... but I do have a surprise ending that hopefully, will be surprising. I can't wait to type it up! Hehehe... *tongue*

Sadly though, I have to write the middle first before I go to the ending. Which reminds me... I can't wait till you guys read the 'escaltor scene'! Hehehe... I wrote it before I wrote the first part and that's how this whole thing started... because of that one part I wrote. *big*

And yes, Max is Tess' and Isabel's step-brother. They are not blood related. And actually, Tess and Isabel are really only half-sisters. I'll explain once the story is further along... *big* Just have patience with me... hehehe... *happy*

Also, I have Scene III about halfway done. So, If I work really hard and quick, I might have it done and posted by tonight... or this morning, since it's already past 12 AM over here. *big*

Again, shamless plug: Read my other story, Alternate Universe! Hehehe... *tongue*


posted on 5-Apr-2002 1:56:27 PM by soypet
Hehehe... Sorry it's not out earlier. My computer... hehehe... my computer froze up on me and it was late. I was tired, and I didn't feel like waiting another hour or so for my computer to restart. *big*

Anyway, it's done. It's here. And I hope you enjoy. By the way, it's a lot longer than the previous parts...

- Scene Three -

“Miss Baby Bear, as you put it, is my new little subject.” Pausing, she gracefully got up from the divan and walked across the room to the far end of the wall. Turning back to Max and Tess, she explained further as she poured herself a glass of wine from the decanter, “Tess and I are just going to help her out and teach her a few… things…” She finished her statement as she snickered lowly.

Ignoring her apparent amusement, he wearily requested, “Pour me one too.”

Max started to rotate his neck slowly around to get the kinks worked out. With the little act in his therapists’ office, having to play good boy with Heidi and just now with Mrs. DeLuca, he somehow tensed up. It’s a tough job being a liar and a manipulator; too bad he’s nothing but that.

Seeing her stepbrother’s discomfort, Tess quietly got up to lightly massage his neck and upper shoulders as she softly spoke, “Oh, Mother called from Paris.”

“Said that she and your father would be back this weekend.” Isabel supplied quickly as she handed the glass to Max.

“How lovely.” He replied sardonically. “And how is your whore of a mother enjoying France?”

“She loves it,” answered Tess.

“Although she suspects your incompetent father is fucking the hired help.”

“Wonderful,” he said enthusiastically, until his next thought was spoken with a sigh and a roll of his eyes, “She’s probably burning a hole through my inheritance right now.”

“Oooh… I can only hope.” Retorted Isabel with a sneer, breaking the moment to take a sip of her wine.

“Gosh, Max. You’re so tense,” spoken from Tess, as she kept working her hands to undo all the knots in Max’s neck and shoulder. “What’s wrong with you today?”

“What? Therapy not going so well?”

“It’s fine.” Suddenly jerking away from Tess’ hands, he takes a step away. “I’m just sick of sleeping with these insipid Manhattan Debutantes.” He took a slip of paper out from his pocket, no doubt—with Heidi’s number on it. Max raised the pitch of his voice to mockingly sound like a female, “‘Heidi. Call me!’

Sighing quietly, he walked up to Tess, bent his head down and placed a light kiss on her cheek as he breathed out, “Nothing shocks them anymore.”

Turning back to Isabel, he confessed, “I feel like I’ve lost my touch.”

“Oh, boo hoo,” she mockingly cried. “Don’t worry your little butt off, Max. I’ve got a mission for you.”

“Do tell,” he said as he tipped his head and raised in brows inquiringly.

“Remember Jessie? Son of Doug Ramirez?” Isabel asked dismissively.


Isabel rushed forward as Jessie opened his arms up for her. She snuggled herself closely to his chest. Breathing in his aftershave and the other scents that came with him.

“That college deadbeat prep that you dated how many months ago. Why are you bringing him up?”

“Max. Just listen.” Tess politely interrupted before Isabel said anything, hoping to defuse Isabel’s irritation at Max for a bit.

Grateful for Tess, Isabel started, “Well, you know Jessie and I dated.”

The night was dark as the clouds covered the stars above; the moon was the only light source. A convertible mustang stood parked in an opening between the woods of Buckley Point—The hot spot for teenage make out sessions.

“I gave up a lot on my part to satisfy him and keeping our relationship together.”

A young man sat in the driver’s seat, holding a flask in one hand and the other hung limply over the side door. Jessie’s dark curly locks shone in the light and his eyes were glazed at half-mast. From any viewpoint, you’d know that the he was drunk senseless. He took one last swig from his flask before dropping his head and slumping more into the seat.

Isabel popped her head up from the front of Jessie’s crotch as she swiped her hand across her mouth, calling his name, “Jessie?!” After receiving no response, she slapped him, but it was useless. Jessie was out cold.

“Swallow much?” Max lifted his eyebrows suggestively.

Peeved, Isabel lightly flicked her wine at Max, as he stood there with an amused grin on his face. “Oh. I get it. So he dumped you and now you’re mad?”

“Who ever said he dumped me?”

He raised a skeptical brow at her.

“Give it up, Isabel. We all know he did.” Whispering the next statement, Tess said with a delighted smile and a laughing gleam in her eye, “By the way, you told me so yourself.”

“Shut up, Tess!” More dubious looks came her way and Isabel relented, “Alright! Fine. He dumped me.”

Soft chuckles of victory came from both Tess and Max, which in return, received a glare from Isabel that was cold enough and angry enough to kill. “Alright… go on.” Max said to push her to continue with her story.

Isabel pressed on. “Anyway, he dumped me, which never happens! No one dumps me. I’m not the dumpee. I’m the dumper!” Her face flushed red from her anger and paled when Isabel realized she had briefly lost a little bit of her self-control right there. Stopping to gain it back and taking a seat back on the divan, she continued, “But imagine my surprise when I found out he had dumped me for someone else… someone sweet, pure… and someone oh so sickeningly innocent.”

“Don’t tell me it was…” Max motioned his hands to the couch.

“No.” Shaking her head flippantly. “No… It was her sister… Serena.” Isabel said the name with such disdain that even made Tess flinch. “She’s practically the older version of Maria, anyway.”

Serena DeLuca posed happily in the picture, even though she was forced to wear a ridiculously large hat. It was her twentieth birthday and she was celebrating it with her boyfriend, Jessie Ramirez and her younger sister, Maria at a small local diner. Maria had secretly told one of the hostesses that it was her birthday.

She was now enjoying her free ice cream sundae when Jessie scooted himself closer as he ducked his head to get a bite of her free sundae. Serena hadn’t paid any attention to his movements, so instead of the scoop reaching Jessie’s mouth, it landed smack dab on his nose. “Oh! Shoot!” She replied hastily in a child-like manner.

Both Tess and Max let out another chuckle, receiving yet another glare from Isabel. “This isn’t funny.”

“You’re right, it’s not. It’s hilarious,” snickering once again and Max sobered quickly as he asked, “Again, so is this what it’s all about? You wanting to get back at Jessie?” He motioned his way around the room as they continued their conversation.

“Basically, yes.” She yielded. “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. And once I’m through with Maria, she’ll be the talk of the city—being the premier Blow Job Queen, of course.”

Inquisitive, he asked, “But I don’t get it. Why Maria? Why not just attack Jessie?”

“Because if I personally attack Jessie, it’ll be traced back to me. And I can’t allow that to happen, now, can I?” Looking a bit annoyed at his questioning.

“Most certainly not. But still… I ask, why Maria? Why not Serena then?”

“Serena would and could still be traced back to me. Plus, her and Maria are extremely close. So, if something happens to her precious Maria, then Serena’s little heart will be crushed, and in turn, will crush Jessie.”

“Okay, I see your point. Though… why should I care?” Max asked as he carelessly raised a dark brow at Isabel.

Tess bluntly answered, “Isabel wants you to seduce Maria.”

“And to bring her into our world of sex, drugs and anything ethically wrong.”

“Sounds intriguing.” He was smiling his half smile now, pondering the temptation of another conquest.

“Yes. And Maria is really quite attractive, don’t you think? Young supple breasts… tight firm ass and a virgin, no less…” She gracefully stood up from her seat once again, and stalked around Max, while she reached up to lightly touch his chest, leaning in closer as she said the next few lines, “Be her first, Max. Boldly go where no man has gone.” She planted a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, trying to seduce him into her game.

“It’s very enticing, but no,” he shook his head once. “I can’t.”

“What? Why not?” Clearly exasperated now, she lightly hit him on his arm as she sat back down.

“Isabel… come on! It’s way too easy. ‘But I thought high school was only four years.’ Please…” Rolling his eyes. “The girl knows nothing. She’s seen nothing. She’s naïve enough for me to have her under the table at The Rainbow Room sucking off of me before the appetizer even arrives.”

“Isabel, he does have a point.” Tess nodded her head at the statement, her blonde curls bounced up and down with her head movements. She had on an amused smile and her clear blue eyes shone with agreement.

Glaring at Tess coldly, she ignored her and directed herself to Max. “And what? Sleeping with your therapist’s daughter was challenging enough for you?”

Rolling his eyes nonchalantly, he retorted, “No. The only reason I fucked her was because her mother was charging too much. It was just mere revenge on my part.” Pausing to give his suggestion, “Why can’t you just have your eager little boyfriends do it? You know I have a reputation to uphold.”

He continued, “By the way, this is the kind of challenge I was looking for.” Taking a magazine out from under his coat, he placed it in front of Isabel. It was the latest issue of Seventeen and Shiri Appleby bore the cover.

“Hey, Max! I was looking for that!” Tess looked a little annoyed that Max had it the whole time. She’d been searching around the house for it, but no luck. It was quite funny that her stepbrother would have it, though.

Rolling her eyes, Isabel stated, “Oh gee… what is this? I am so not interested in knowing if or if not Roswell will come back for another year, must less on how she feels about it.”

Impatiently, Max insisted, “Shut up and just turn to page 66.”

Reading the title aloud, “A Virgin’s Manifesto. Why I Plan On Waiting Until Marriage, by Elizabeth Parker. Age 17. Boston, Massachusetts.” Briefly scanning the article, she remarks incredulously, “God… is she for real?”

“I’ve read it over and over and I’m afraid she’s the real deal. She’s her daddy’s little girl. His fucking perfect little angel.” He replied, disgusted at the idea of waiting for marriage to have sex.

“But brother dearest, what are you going to do? Drive down to Boston and sweep her off her dainty little feet?” Isabel mockingly asked, sipping her wine.

“Actually, it so happens that our little angel will be transferring here this fall. Her father, Jeffery Parker, has just accepted the position as the new head master at Winnaman. He answered her with a smug and satisfied look radiating from his eyes and his tone. He perched himself near the end table and crossed his arms as he looked to Isabel’s reaction. She didn’t show any, so he persisted, “And guess where she’ll be staying until her parental units can find a place?”

“Claudia’s?” Tess asked.

“Exactly. My Aunt Claudia up in Polhman Ranch. She’ll be staying in Frasier Manor for the whole summer.”

“Wow. You certainly have good luck.”

“Yes.” A pleased smile started to form on his lips and his dark amber eyes held a hint of satisfaction. Even his ears perked up even more than usual. And his raven head of hair fell lightly on his face, creating a wisp of bangs to cover his eyes. He seemed extremely contented. “She’ll be my greatest victory. Sleeping with the new headmaster’s daughter before school starts…”

“Yes, but this girl, Liz.” Isabel shook her head, as her perfectly waxed and trimmed eyebrows furrowed together, “I don’t know, Max. Maybe this is too much of a challenge for you.”

“What are you saying?” Puzzled, he raised an eyebrow at her so she could explain herself.

“Frankly, this girl is out of your league and you won’t stand a chance against her.” Isabel replied honestly.

His contentment didn’t waver, “Care to bet on that?”

“Let me decide on it…”

He grabbed for his journal on the end table as he made his way to the exit. He held it up for Tess and Isabel to see and turned back around, “While you do that, I’ll just take this and write in a new chapter to my piece of art.”

“Oh, God… your journal. Could you be anymore odd?”

“Could you be anymore desperate to read it?”

Whirling around, he took a few steps out of the room before Isabel called out to him. “Wait, Max… That little wager, count me in. But what would the terms be?”

“You know… I’ve had my eye on that little painting of yours for quite a while now. I’d love to add it to my art collection.” Ever since Max was a little boy, his mother had always influenced him into learning more about and appreciating art. He’d always be grateful for that. Art was his only connection he had left of his mother. And Botticelli was her favorite artist.

“You mean the Botticelli one?”

“The Birth Of Venus?” Tess questioned, astounded at Max’s request.

“Yes, that one. If I win, I get it.” He simply stated.

“Well…” Isabel sat there as she sipped more of her wine, considering his wager.

Dumbfounded at her sister for even thinking of giving up the painting, Tess reminded her, “Isabel! Grandma gave that to you.”

Carelessly waving a hand at Tess, he prodded. “Whatever, Isabel. You wouldn’t give a fuck who gave it to you.”

“True. But still, that painting is worth thousands, if not millions.”

“Yes, precisely why I want it.” He lied.

“What makes you think I’ll give it to you?”

Directly looking into Isabel’s eyes, he stated, “Because you never back down from a challenge.”

Seeing the truth in his words, she conceded, “Okay, but if I win?”

“You can decide.” Haughtily, Max crossed his arms over his broad chest and smiled at her. Meanwhile, Tess stared at the two of her siblings with bewilderment. She couldn’t believe her sister would just carelessly bet on her Grandma’s gift to her. If only Grandma had given it to Tess, she’d never have parted with it on her life.

“Alright then.” Taking a moment to think of a good trade. “How about if I win, I get that hot little car of yours?”

Quickly Max replied, not wanting to give up his seventy thousand dollar Porsche. “How bout you pick something else?”

Isabel now had an excited gleam in her eye. Not giving up her request, she answered, “No. I want that car. So, is it a deal?”

“No. That car means everything to me.” Still not wanting to give it up.

She pressed on. “It means more than a couple of million?”

Thinking about his late mother and how much he knew she loved Botticelli’s works, he relented, “Alright. It’s a wager.”

After shaking hands, Max spun around and left the room, clutching his journal to him. “Happy hunting, Max.” Isabel whispered as he back was turned towards her, walking towards his room.

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Author’s Note: Let’s just pretend that Botticelli’s The Birth Of Venus is really not at a museum somewhere in Europe, but instead, hanging in Isabel’s room, for the purpose of my story. I really didn’t want Max to wager on having sex with Isabel, because that’s just… Ewww! So, I came up with this. Hehehe… *big*

And about Liz's appearance, don't worry. She'll be coming up very soon. *tongue* Hehehe... As for everyone else's introductions... be patient with me! *big*

Luv ya all for reading!


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posted on 5-Apr-2002 7:49:53 PM by soypet
Thanx to Eerie, Nana, LittleBit, zannyb, frenchkiss70, aZNroSweLl anglgrl, and believer_evans for reading and responding! *big*


Max dying. No, he's not going to die. I'm a dreamer and I just couldn't have that... Hehehe... *big*

How is Isabel going to get her revenge? Hmmm... well... uhh... yeah... Let me think on that. Hehehe... *big*

And zannyb's It's interesting how you've managed to work in so many characters. It's funnie that you should say that. Cuz when I first started this, all I knew was that I wanted Max as Sebastian and Liz as Annette. And that's all! I'm surprised at myself for working it out so far... and wait till you read more... You'll see a couple more Roswell names in here. *big*

Oh, and for those of you who read ALTERNATE UNIVERSE, I posted this over there too:

And finally... I have... uhhh... I guess you'd call it bad news. Hehehe... Well, I just found out that my brother-in-law is cancelling our AOL subscription. I don't know when he's going to do it. I don't know how long I'll be without internet connection. I don't even know if I'm gonna have this computer later on!

So, I've been begging my daddy to order cable connection... he's thinking about it. And... I might be getting my own laptop. So... I dunno... I hope I get both of those!

Anyway, I just wanted to let you guys know just in case you won't be seeing me in a long while... I guess I'm posting this a bit too early, but know that I won't abandon this story or any of my others.

Again to those reading, thanx! Feedback is a motivator! *big* Hehehe...

posted on 7-Apr-2002 12:41:32 AM by soypet
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Finally! Liz is here! Woo hoo! Hehehe… *big* I hope you like how I introduced her Actually, I just hope you like anything I write out. Hehehe *tongue* And also, from this point forward, most of the scenes wont follow the movies storyline anymore Another thing, about Max I hope youre seeing his face, not Ryans. Hehehe if not, Ill remedy that when Max and Liz meet. *big* *tongue*

Lastly, I’ve never been to New York City before… I just wrote this because it’s how I would expect it to be. Hehehe… *big*

Enjoy! *happy*


Max Evans = Sebastian Valmont
Liz Parker = Annette Hargrove
Isabel Harding = Kathryn Merteuil
Tess Harding [my own]
Amy DeLuca = Mrs. Caldwell
Maria DeLuca = Cecile Caldwell
Jessie Ramirez = Court Reynolds
Alex Whitman [my own]
Claudia Evans = Aunt Helen

Act II

- Scene One -

[Frank Sinatra’s New York, New York plays]

The majestic skyscrapers stood tall against the brilliant blue of the late morning sky. The sun shone brightly, reflecting off the polished windows of the large buildings. I want to be a part of it… New York, New York… The sunbeams filtered itself throughout the alleys; dust particles could be seen clearly in the rays. Standing from above, it was a scene of serenity and peace; however contradicting it may be to the chaos and hysteria of noise below.

Right through the very heart of it… New York, New York… From the over crowded avenues… traffic slowly drifted through the streets. Impatient drivers honked their horns as they weaved in and out of other vehicles, causing others to shout, ‘wait your turn’ or ‘slow down’ or even to just simply curse at each other… ‘fucking asshole’.

The majority of vehicles were yellow taxicabs, driven by some of the worst drivers in the United States. I'm gonna make a brand new start of it… in old New York… Many were lined up on the curb of the streets, hoping for a new passenger with a new destination and a quantity of cash. If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere… Some were braving it out on the streets, fearless of other automobiles, and experienced enough to not lose their patience when they got stuck on a road because of yet another accident. Or maybe some were just taking a break. Whatever they were doing, it was a normal occurrence in their everyday lives. It's up to you… New York, New York…

On the large sidewalks, huge crowds from up above looked like a mass of busy, colorful, and face paced colony ants… seeming to be rushed and eager to get somewhere. Many were in suits or business attire and carried a cell-phone, talking away as they headed to their targets. There were groups of all ages, all social ranks, and all ethnicity. New York was extremely varied when it came to the masses of people drawn to the largely dense but wonderful city. New York, New York…

There were the tourists who carried their cameras, trying to get a ‘good shot’ to take back home; while others just simply stopped to look up at the buildings in total awe because of the enormity of it all. I'm gonna make a brand new start of it… in old New York… Many carried bags, no doubt full of souvenirs and things. If I can make it there, I'm gonna make it anywhere…

Then there were the people who actually stopped for a moment to take a break from the continuous movement of the city. And in a small café, sat two friends who chatted away happily. It's up to you… They took no notice of the world around them as they conversed and laughed together. …New York, New York…

A female—young, petite and extremely attractive—leaned over the table, listening intently on the words coming out of her companion’s mouth. Her eyes were full of laughter and disbelief. Her wide smile radiated her whole face, making it glow as she shook her head lightly, causing her dark tresses to sift softly against her face.

Sitting up straight Liz stated in a matter of fact tone, “I don’t believe it.” She shook her head and hands wildly to emphasis her point once more. “I just don’t.”

“Believe it, because it’s true.” Alex Whitman replied in an equally matter of fact tone as Liz’s was. He sat back in his seat, taking a sip from his drink as he waited for his friend’s response.

Still shaking her head lightly, she stated, “No one can be that cruel.”

“Well… Max Evans can.” He flippantly retorted.

Giving up her argument, she slouched back into the chair and paused before inquiring sympathetically, “That poor nurse, is she doing okay?”

He opened his mouth to answer, but the ringing of his cell-phone stopped his words. Taking a glance at Liz, he gave her a sorry look and answered the phone with a ‘hello’. As he continued to chatter away on the phone, Liz’s mind began to roam.

Alex had invited her for a lunch date earlier this morning, hoping to get as much time together before he had to leave for college later this week. She and Alex had been the best of friends since they were young. Both his parents had once attended Harvard University and throughout the years, had kept in touch with many of their colleagues. One of them being Jeff Parker, Liz’s father. Him and Charles, Alex’s father, had been dorm mates.

It wasn’t until Liz turned six did she finally meet Alex.

He’d accompanied his parents to Boston, as they visited relatives and old friends. Liz had been standing in between her parents, burying her head in Jeff’s long legs when Alex’s parents went to greet them, Alex in tow. Shyly, she had turned her head towards Alex, meeting his gaze. He had on a friendly toothy smile, “Hey-lo. My name’s Alex. What’s yours?”

Shaking hands, she smiled hesitantly and answered quietly, “Liz.”

“Nice name.” Standing tall compared to her short frame, Alex bent his knees just a little so he could get a good look at her.

“Thanks.” She looked at him once over, seeing no threat from him, Liz sweetly gave him her own toothy grin plus compliment, “I like your name too.”

From that moment, it was a start of a new friendship… one that would last a lifetime. She could trust him with everything. As he would trust her with everything.

As they grew older, Alex took it upon himself to play the role of her older, obsessively protective brother; since she was an only child and had no one to fill the shoes. It had been funny when first acted as her personal defender whenever they went out to the beach together. Back then, he’d been tall and lanky… all skin and bones… definitely nothing to be scared of.

But as he grew into his frame, it started to irritate Liz when he’d still play the bodyguard character. Anytime a boy would come near her, he’d growl… literally, he’d growl at the boy. It was especially worse now that she was a teenager and very likely to be preyed on by the ‘sex-craved hormone driven’ boys, as Alex calls them.

Now, he’d even gone as far as warning her off from guys, specifically, Max Evans. From what Alex had told her about this Max, he’s a master of seduction, manipulation and the biggest rogue of them all. ‘Don’t trust him, Liz.’ And ‘don’t let him get to you too when you meet him.’ And lastly, ‘He’s just baaaaad!’ That last one just about cracked her up; that was Alex for ya.

But then he went on about the things that Max had done… well, they weren’t pretty… and certainly nothing that would be appropriate to talk about with her parents.

“Hey, sorry about that, Liz.” Alex had finally hung up the phone, breaking Liz from her reverie. “It was my mom, she was just listing off the things that the movers had already gotten… wanted to know if there was anything they forgot.”

“Oh, okay.” She nodded her understanding. It was sad to think that just as she finally moved up to New York where he lives, he’s moving away to college… all the way to Stanford… on the other coast of the US… miles and miles away. Thank God for technological advances such as phones and email.

“Yeah…” his voice drifted off, unquestionably thinking the same thing.

For a moment, they both fell silent until Liz spoke up once again. “Well… Uhh… I should get back to Mrs. Evans. She said that Max would be stopping by today and wanted me to meet him.”

“Max? Huh?” lifting his eyebrows, curiously.

“Yes. Unlike you, she thinks the world of him.” She told him as she motioned her arms around, showing him how much Claudia thought the ‘world’ of Max.

“I bet.” Alex rolled his eyes at her words. “He probably plays the sweet act around her, but once her back is turned…” He let the sentence hang, knowing Liz had got the point.

“We should go.” Not really wanting to.

“Yep.” His feelings matched Liz’s exactly.

No one made a move to get up. After a moment of more silence and staring each other down, they busted out laughing… all in good spirit.

After receiving their receipt and paying it, they made their way out of the café and into the busy walkway. Staying close to each other so they wouldn’t lose the other in the dense throng of people, they hailed a taxi. With Alex living nearby, he went for his house… leaving Liz with a hug, a kiss and a goodbye. And also a warning statement, “Stay away from Max!”

Chuckling, Liz directed the driver to Polhman Ranch. Anxious to meet this infamous Max… she fidgeted with her fingers on the drive up while her mind pondered Max Evans. Somehow, even with Alex’s unflattering description of Max, she felt as if there was something more to him than what everyone else thought. It was weird though, she hadn’t even met the guy… but still, she felt that way.

She just hoped he wasn’t as bad as he was described to be.

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This is all you're getting for a while... unless I preform a miracle again tomorrow by busting out another part. Hehehe... I doubt that. Plus, I should focus on some of my other stories too...

And anyway, school starts Monday again... *sad* I hate school! Ugh! Hehehe...

Edited to say: Damn!!! I just realized I wrote three parts to this is ONE week! Plus a part of A Secret Love! I can't believe it! Hehehe... *big*

Okay, that's all I have to say. *tongue*

Feedback please!


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posted on 7-Apr-2002 12:14:11 PM by soypet
Gosh... I keep coming back to this thread. Hehehe... *big*

Thank you so much for the feedback! Notice that the more I get, the more motivated I am to write more... Hehehe... did that make any sense? Oh well... *tongue*

DreamingOfMax84--Thanks for clearing that up for me. *happy*

Again, thanx to rosellluver, believer_evans, abbs007, aZNroSweLl anglgrl, DreamingOfMax84, Flycat64, zannyb, and Eerie for reading and responding! *big*

One last thing, shameless shameless plug. Hehehe... *tongue* Read my other stories! Alternate Universe and A Secret Love.


posted on 8-Apr-2002 8:14:40 PM by soypet
Oh my God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hehehehe... I'm SOOOOOOOOOOO happy right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hehehehe... *big* *big* *big* *tongue* Heheeh...

My dad just bought me Lifehouse tickets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wooo hooo!!!!!!!!!! Not only that, but he's letting me go to the Calling concert too!!!!!!!!!!! Did I ever tell you I love my daddy? No? Well... I certainly do now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hehehehe... *big* *big* *big* *happy* *tongue*

*bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce*

Oh, by the way, thanx to Dreamerforever15 and dark_angel! Heheheeh... *big* *big*

Sorry about that. Hehehe... I'm just extremely happy, excited, elated, delighted, pleased, giddy... so on... so on... *big* Hehehe... *tongue* I just HAD to tell someone!

Laters. *big*


posted on 10-Apr-2002 8:33:49 PM by soypet
I posted pretty much the same thing on Alternate Universe already:

No new part yet you guys... sorry. This past week hasn't been too good, other than my Lifehouse news... School sucks. Really, I hate it. No laughing matter this time. I hate school. More specifically, I hate English and my teacher. Ugh! But I'm not going to rant to all of you about that... *happy*

But anyway... From staying after school for drama rehearsals, to babysitting and miscellaneous other stuff, I don't have too much time to write.

I'll be updating Alternate Universe first because it needs the attention. Hehehe... Then A Secret Love because that only has one part out... I'd like to see more and maybe some of you would too. *happy* And lastly, it'll be this story. Hopefully you won't have to wait too long. I'll try the best that I can. *happy*

Anyways... thanx to DreamingOfMax84! Hehehe... *big*


posted on 15-Apr-2002 7:43:35 AM by soypet
I posted this on Alternate Universe:

Bad news you guys!!! I can't get access from home again. *sad* I know!! This is horrible! The last time this happened, I couldn't get on for like four months!!! I really hope it doesn't last that long this time. Oh.... I'm at school right now.

I have practically all of Chapter 5 done and I was going to post the first half the other day... *sad* But... I couldn't get on. *sad* Uhhh... if you guys want to read it, just email me at shrtgrlskickass⊕ Put FANFICTION on the header... and in the message, just name the fictions of mine that you'd like to keep reading. I have Alternate Universe, Cruel Intentions and A Secret Love posted on this board.

I'm sorry you guys. *sad* My stupid computer! Ugh!!! Well... email me if you want to be on my mailing list.

Luv ya guys for the support! hehehe...

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posted on 1-May-2002 8:41:26 AM by soypet
Sorry DreamingOfMax84, I haven't written anything to this story yet. I've been so busy with Drama... the past two nights, rehearsals have lasted about 6 hours long! It wouldn't be that long if the performances weren't this Thurs and Fri. Hehehe... *big* I'm nervous. Ahhh!! Hehehe... Anyways, I have you on my mailing list... just haven't sent any new parts cuz there aren't any. But don't worry, I'll get something written after all the Drama stuff is done.

Ohh... gotta go!


posted on 21-May-2002 8:13:05 AM by soypet

Author's Note: So sorry you guys for taking forever on this part. My excuse: Well, there's school, life… and just plain teenage drama. You understand, right? Hehehe… Yeah. But really, when I had the time to actually sit down and write, I couldn't get anything out. There was like a mental creative block between me and all of my stories. Hehehe… But now, I'm doing okay. Been writing a little bit a day. And I've finally finished the next part to this… the one you've all been waiting for--the Max and Liz meeting! Woo hoo!!! Hehehe… *big*

I'm kinda uncertain about it… but I only hope you all like. So… please enjoy!


- Scene Two -

Liz had just gotten back from her meeting with Alex. Regretful to have left him, but glad to spend some quality time with Claudia. The elder woman had opened her home to Liz with arms wide open and a welcoming smile on her lips. It was nice to see a total stranger be so friendly and cordial. Liz had known right then that Claudia would be someone she'd get along just well with. And for the few days that Liz had spent with Claudia, Liz had never felt more at home other than with her parents and Alex.

But now though, Liz was clueless on what she should be doing as she stood to the side of Claudia. Liz knew she was just a summer guest. And plus, Liz didn't want to disturb the working flow Claudia had going on. Just watching Claudia move around in her plain white chef's apron, Liz could just tell that she belonged in the kitchen. The way her eyes would sparkle, excited to create a new dish… the way the corners of her lips would twitch up when the sweet aroma filled the room, full and thick, but not suffocating. Her hands moved instinctively over the hot pan, adding a pinch of salt here and a crush of pepper there. Nothing was weighed and measured. Nothing predetermined. Nothing calculated.

Claudia was so caught up in her cooking that she never took notice as Liz roamed her eyes over the spacious, yet homey kitchen. She didn't see how Liz's eyes began to twinkle in awe. In awe because of the sheer beauty the home emitted. With its moss green walls, white molded trimming, and its ceramic tiles that radiated quality and elegance. And that was only the kitchen. Every room in the house had been well thought out when it came to its decorations. Like the widespread library and its heavy curtains, oversized seats and paintings and walls lined with novels, books and documentations. "Mrs. Evans, I love your home." Liz complimented absently, interrupting the leveled silence that had hung in the air.

Pacing her way around, Liz ran her hands along the smooth marble countertops. It was cool to her touch, a mild contrast to the heat from the oven permeating in the air.

"Thank you dear, it's been with my family for ages now." Claudia responded positively as she continued to marinate the steak on the counter. Her fingers kneaded the meat, saturating the ingredients in.

Liz had been amazed when she first arrived to the breathtaking home. It was more of a mansion than a home. Like a small castle made in a speckled gray stone… kind of similar to the protective walls of the castles adorning Scotland's marvelous rolling green hills and landscapes. And although Frasier Manor was more decorative than anything, it still looked like an overpowering fortress in the midst of lush greenery.

It was the picture perfect postcard scenery--with its assortment of wild flowers planted in geometric flowerbeds, and weeping willows greeting guests who arrived along the wide cobblestone driveway up to the house… where it's long limbs swayed and danced in rhythm to the Atlantic waves coming off from only a few acres to the east. She could smell the salty ocean air wafting through the open windows, mixing in with the fresh scent of homemade bread.

"It's about a century and a half old." Claudia lifted her head to take a quick glance towards Liz, blowing at a stray strand of hair. Her cheek had been dusted with the white powder she'd used for the bread. Much of it landed in her hair too, creating leopard-like spots atop of her graying head. She might be a wonderful and natural cook, but that didn't mean she went about it neatly.

"Wow." Liz breathed out, amazed once again.

"Yes, I know. It's almost as old as the United States itself. My great greats grandfather had built it with his own money when he first arrived from Europe," supplying more information as she continued making the meal. Tucking the same stray hair away, she added vaguely, "You can thank my grandfather for falling in love."

Seeing the confused and questioning look in Liz's eyes, Claudia went on to explain. "This house wouldn't have been built if it hadn't been for a woman."

Intrigued, Liz stopped to lean on the counter and asked curiously. "Real-ly?" Claudia had peaked her interests. Liz was such a romantic at heart, always enjoying a good love story.

"Yes." Nodding her head in confirmation. She pushed the marinated steak aside and went to wash her hands. It was a perfect time to share with Liz a particular story that Claudia happened to love. Her mother had told this story to her years ago and Claudia had never forgotten it since. Wiping her hands dry, she motioned Liz to sit next to her on the lounge sofa that sat under the open window. Getting comfortable and taking a deep breath to begin weaving her tale, Claudia started. "Lord Gabriel Evans had been a very powerful man in Europe." Her voice rose in different intonations, stressing the word 'powerful'.

Flippantly laughing, Liz interrupted, "He must have been to have enough money to build this." Leaning heavily into the couch, Liz emphasized her statement when she let one arm wave across the room.

Chuckling also, "Yes. True." She paused for another breath. You could see a slight change in the way she talked and the way she looked. It was like watching an actress getting into a character, their own personality traits disappear and all that was left was the persona of their portraying character. Claudia was the storyteller and Liz was the small child listening in keenly.

Claudia started again, "He was a heir to a long line of entrepreneurs. He'd been traveling through Paris for business. Being a terrific socialite, he attended a private party and met a young woman named Carina Frasier. She turned out to be the love of his life. And it was the 'love at first sight' kind of thing. For him and her as well. But the Frasier's were fiercely competitive when it came to business and they despised anyone that was a threat. And Gabriel was a threat. Carina hadn't known that, neither did Gabriel. So, when Carina brought Gabriel to meet the family, you can expect that it wasn't pleasant."

"Of course." Liz commented, rolling her eyes lightheartedly.

"Carina's parents had forbidden her to ever see Gabriel." Pausing to stop and glance at Liz and smiled knowingly as she shook her head lightly. "But that didn't stop them from having an affair."

"Star-crossed lovers?" Liz asked, making the connection between this story and Romeo and Juliet. Two young loves that somehow were meant to be but had parental obstacles blocking them.

"Yes. I guess you could say that." Knowing what Liz was thinking, she nodded in agreement.

"So what happened next?" Liz asked eagerly.

"Sadly though, she ended the affair and sent him back to London. It had been too hard on her, choosing between her family and her love. At the time, she choose family." Pausing to take a breath and to watch Liz, knowing that she was enjoying the tale. She had the same reaction to the story as Liz did when her mother had first told it to her. The excited gleam of romance danced in her eyes. "So, Gabriel was back in London, miserable and lonely. He'd sent letter after letter, hoping she'd change her mind. But he never got a single reply. Not a single word. Nothing. He was on the verge of giving up when Gabriel finally got a response… she'd enclosed a note in the mail, telling him that she was carrying his child. She hadn't told her parents, afraid of what their reactions might have been. But she didn't want anything to do with her family anymore, saying she wanted to start all over with Gabriel. Start a new life together, them and their child. And the only place she wanted that to happen was in the new world, America."

"He followed her…" Liz interrupted quietly, her face was bright with happiness that he did.

"Yes." A slow smile graced her lips as she softened her voice with a sigh. "He loved her enough to drop everything he'd ever known to be with her." Claudia had been lucky enough to find a man that loved her just as much. Darryl had been the love of her life, much like Carina was to Gabriel. She knew at that first moment when they met, there wouldn't be another person for her. He'd been it. Exactly why she agreed to marry Darryl two months later. Claudia grieved for her late husband sometimes still, but she was handling just fine.

Liz though, that statement brought out a longing pat to beat lightly against her heart. Liz hoped that one day she'd find a love like that. One that was selfless and real. Liz knew about Claudia and Darryl, and felt terrible that Claudia had to lose her husband so soon. But Liz envied what Claudia and Darryl shared when he was still alive. From everything that Claudia had told her, their love was a rare love. One that not many people ever find. And maybe Liz would be lucky to find it… one day.

Other than the low hum of the cooking timer, the faint sounds of ocean and the ticking of the antique clock hanging on the wall, the kitchen was silent. Both women had been lifted into their own world and thoughts until Liz broke the silence with an inquiring question. "What happened next?"

"They boarded a ship to America and landed in New York in 1853," said Claudia. "They both immediately fell in love with the land that the manor is currently sitting on. And as a gift to his newlywed wife, Gabriel surprised Carina by purchasing the property."

"Wow. Nice gift."

"Yeah… It wasn't until four years after Phillip was born when the house was finally finished. They lived many happy years here together." Claudia sunk further into the couch… enjoying this shared moment with Liz. Closing her eyes briefly, she let a smile pass through. "And you know that small hill overlooking the water with the rose bushes?"

"Yeah, the one on the cliff?" The cliff had been down further on the property but it hadn't been hard to miss when Liz had toured through Frasier Manor.

"Yes, that's where Carina's body lies." It was the perfect spot to have been buried. The cliff was placed high above sea level, allowing a beautiful view of the immense ocean. Especially when it was sunrise and you could see the colors reflect off the surface water. The sky would change colors, going from a soft violet to a dark crimson to a clear blue.


"Yep. It was her wish to be buried facing the Atlantic. And Gabriel planted the white roses there…"

"…because they were her favorite. In honor of her memory, he planted them." Max Evans finished for Claudia as he jumped into the conversation, confidently strolled into the large kitchen and causing both women to turn their heads towards him in surprise. He'd been standing at the doorway, watching and listening as his aunt told the repeated story to Liz.

"Max!" Claudia happily exclaimed as she jumped up from the lounge, opening her arms out in invitation for a hug.

Before Max wrapped his arms around her for a hug, he jokingly tilted his head in a disapproving manner, asking, "Aunt Claudia, do you tell that story to everyone that visits you?" He wasn't surprised that she had been though. She always told everyone that same story over and over. If you asked Max now, he could probably recite the whole tale just as she had done. And to him, that was damn irritating.

"You know I do, dear. It really is a lovely story. Plus it's true. Carina's picture hangs in that huge library, with all her grace and beauty." Pinching him lightly on the arm, she quipped, "It's about time you got here. I was about to take that favorite chocolate cake of yours off my list to make."

"Awww… that would have been a shame." He lightheartedly raised his voice to a whiny tone before he pulled away slightly to look at her. He turned serious and said, "I've missed you." And he really meant it. Even though Claudia was a bit too happy for him sometimes, she was the only person in his life that he actually enjoyed spending time with. She was the only one who would listen when he talked. She reminded him of his mother. And like how he missed his mom, he missed Claudia when she wasn't there with him.

Knowing that it was rare for Max to get serious and somewhat emotional, she was practically jumping for joy in the inside. Pulling him back into another embrace, she whispered quietly into his ear, "I've missed you too, Max." Stepping out from his arms, she questioned with a teasing smile, "How are your parents?"

"They're coming back this weekend." Looking over her shoulder to take another brief notice of Liz, Max smiled as he returned his gaze back to Claudia. "I write them everyday," enunciating each word carefully, as if trying to convince her, when it came out more sarcastic than anything else. Max would never take the time to write anyone, much less his dad and his step-mom. He was lying through his teeth and everyone in that room knew it.

Rolling her eyes discreetly, though not, Claudia responded, "I'm sure you do, sweetie." Patting his back reassuringly. Knowing full well that Max's sights had been entirely on Liz, Claudia turned to her who was now standing up, and introduced the two, "Honey, this is Liz Parker. She'll be staying with me for a few weeks."

He'd looked over the magazine picture of Liz Parker millions of times already, trying to remember her face. But the vision that was in front of him… well, it was real… and the photo hadn't captured the chocolate blackness full of innocence that he was seeing now. A purity that he'd known she'd have, but never really fully comprehended.

The picture couldn't possibly compare. It had only been ink on paper. A lens away from the real girl that was standing before him at that moment. A girl that he'd have to seduce. Entice. Lure. And tempt.

And bewitch.

A captivating glint came over his eyes, sparkling bright through his dark amber eyes, as he said in a quick and smooth drawl, "So that makes two of us." Taking her hands easily in his, he lightly kissed the back of her palm. "Welcome Liz." He whispered the words, tickling the hairs on her hand as he did so, sending little shivers of goosebumps all along her body.

It amazed Claudia at how easily Max could do a complete 180. With her, he'd been all sweet and innocent. But once you get a pretty girl in front of him, he was utterly charming and was a somewhat treacherous threat to a girl's virtue. Okay, more than somewhat, he was a definite threat. And Claudia knew of his reputation. It wasn't hard to miss when Max was the talk of many big society meetings. She'd always disapproved of his behavior and had told him many times that it'll all come back to bite him in the butt one of these days… but he wouldn't listen.

"Hello, Max." His name came out as a breath tumbling from Liz's full lips. She caught the look in his eyes and knew she should be wary of it. But the dark uniqueness of them was just so… mesmerizing… she couldn't help but stare into them. She understood now why he was so dangerous. She understood now why Alex had cautioned her to him. And she now understood why she had to fight the magic of Max's eyes. Fight that seductive purr in his voice when he said her name. She didn't need to complicate her life. Especially with a guy like Max Evans. Especially with what she knew about him.

Earlier, she had thought there had been more to Alex's stories about Max. That Alex was mistaken about him. But seeing him face-to-face, seeing his undeniable control and sensual power, Liz believed Max could have done all the things that Alex mentioned.

And that's why Liz was thankful when Claudia broke the silence that had filled the room. "Max, dear, why don't you and Liz do something while I finish getting lunch ready?"

Unfortunately, it wasn't what Liz had wanted to hear.

"Okay, Aunt Claudia." Happily obliging, Max grabbed onto Liz's hands, pulling her towards him. She'd been so stock-still that she nearly tripped over her own feet when he had dragged her to him, jerking her body to life when he did. "Sorry," apologizing to Liz as he steadied her; his hands on her bare arms.

In response, Liz nodded timidly, embarrassed with the almost-fall in front of Max. If she kept this up, she'd never be able to win the fight.

"You behave, now, Max." Claudia called out to him as Max and Liz made their way out of the kitchen. She knew it might have been a wrong choice on her part to let them go off by themselves. But she was willing to risk it if Max would finally realize he couldn't get through to at least one girl. Liz Parker was just too nice and smart for Max's tactics.

It'll be a tough one for Max, that's for sure.

- - - - -

Max had led her out the door and around to the back garden, adjacent to the pool area. It was pretty breezy for being a warm summer day. He could hear the leaves rustle in the wind. He could see Liz's hair blow wildly around her face. And the sky was clear blue, the air smelled of fresh flowers from the garden, and standing so close to Liz, Max could smell the hint of vanilla scenting the air around her. It was mixed with something else he couldn't quite name. Something sweet and fruity. Whatever it was, he couldn't wait to taste it off of her.


Standing tall amongst the trees and trimmed bushes, Max would have been a perfect model for Tommy Hilfiger or Ralph Lauren. Max had that American boy-next-door look, yet his eyes and his raven locks kept him exotic and mysterious. He overflowed with sexual appeal, all heightened by his low, sensual and raspy voice when he casually asked her, "So what year are you going in to?"

They had such a difference of height, and having Max was so close, Liz had to literally pull away to be able to see his face as she answered his question simply. "Senior." She had a small smile on her face. Maybe she really was wrong about Max. Since the kiss on her hand, he hadn't done anything other than that to give her an impression that he was a threat. He might even become a good friend.

"Got a boyfriend back at home?" Shooting a question her way as he drew even closer to her. He wrapped a strong arm at her waist, touching a small patch of skin between the hem of her shirt and the top of her pants. His easy stride almost faltered from the action. It was like touching a flame, so very hot. He'd never had this kind of a reaction to anyone. It was scaring him, but he couldn't let it show. He had to keep on with his seduction.

And he wouldn't stop until he had her. Wrapped tightly in his arms. Warm in his bed. And wanton in pleasure.

Taking back her earlier thoughts about Max. With the way her body was reacting to him, Liz doubted that he would never be a threat to her. He was very attractive and he knew it. That alone was dangerous. But to add in his confidence and whatever it was he was doing to her body… she didn't need it. She certainly wanted it, but she just didn't need it.

"No." She started to get fidgety and uncomfortable with his question and his closeness. And the touch of his skin on hers felt hot on her skin. She flushed a light red, never blushing so much in just one day.

He could see her restless movements. With all his experience with the opposite sex, he knew too much to confuse resistance with rejection. If Liz wasn't seriously tempted, she wouldn't be so skittish. "Why not?" He bent his head down… whispering in her ear, causing her to jump away from him in surprise, sending more shivers down her spine.

Her voice shook slightly as she answered his question. "I… I don't know." She hated that he was doing this to her, unnerving her till she became a stumbling, stuttering fool.

It had to stop.

Taking a moment to regain her control and dignity, Liz's back straightened like a thin rod. Instead of looking at Max, she looked ahead finishing her words with a statement. "I don't need a relationship right now to tie me down." Out of his grasp now, Liz started to walk ahead of him.

Forget about being charming, Max was now going for the naïvely obnoxious approach. Taking her answer into consideration as he lifted a finger to his chin, he asked bluntly, "You a lesbo?" His amber eyes narrowed at her in contemplation.

"Excuse me?" Liz whipped her head around to face him, her hair fanned out from her face, causing a tightening in Max's chest. Though he would never admit it.

"What?" He responded with his eyebrows scrunched together in fake confusion. Her petite body stood small in front of the manor, making her look small and defenseless. But he could clearly see a hot flash of fire pass through Liz's dark eyes. If this was what he got for aggravating her, he'd keep doing it. Only because she looked amazingly beautiful and desirable with her hands on her hips, seeming to be ready to pounce on Max if he said anything wrong.

"Are you always this offensive?" Liz shot out, getting pissed at his rude behavior. He had been standing calmly below her, as if it was natural to think that because she was single, she was homosexual. Unbelievable, this guy.

"Offensive?" His large hand lifted up and over his heart in a phony gasp. "I was just asking you a question." He was really enjoying this. Max tried hard not to let an amused smile surface from his lips.

"A question that shouldn't be asked." Liz commented hotly. Her face was flushed with irritation.

Max felt a slight tug at his heart, seeing Liz flush so brightly. Only… the next time, he'd want it to be under different circumstances. To be exact, he was thinking of something more like when she was under him, flushing because of their heated lovemaking. After she'd screamed his name over and over. After he'd finally broken through her barrier. And after he could finally claim his biggest conquest and most satisfying victory… her.

At his own thoughts, Max felt a wave of heat course down his body, remaining hotly at his throbbing center. Quickly readjusting his stance and shaking his head to rid himself of the visions, Max apologized as he gestured his hands in surrender. "Well, I'm sorry…" From Liz's viewpoint, you could have never guessed what Max had been thinking. He held the same casual pose and easy control that he had the first time she laid eyes on him. Pausing for another moment of thought and more time to recover from the tangent his mind had gone into, he asked again, "…but are you?"

Looking stunned at Max for a couple of seconds, Liz stalked off. Giving a small hrumph and not bothering to answer his question, she shook her head as Max watched her go. He had a nice clear view of her backside, causing him to voice under his breath softly, "Nice…" but still loud enough for Liz to hear.

"What?" She turned back around, annoyed. She would have been gone and inside that house by now, if it was any other person. But with Max… there was something that kept her there. Maybe it was intrigue. Maybe it was just plain stupidity. Whatever it was, Max had already gained a force over Liz in the brief moments they've been together. And that was a frightening thought to Liz.

Strolling up to her and standing a feet or two apart, Max grinned his sexy half smile. "Nice ass." His hypnotizing gaze didn't waver once.

Breaking eye contact, Liz dismissed his comment dryly. "Whatever." Rolling her eyes as she turned back around to walk away. And once again, Max's gaze dropped to admire Liz as he smiled an appreciative smile.

She'd just reached the bottom of the stairway before Max realized she was leaving. Not done with her, Max quickly walked to catch up with Liz and confessed. "I read your article in Seventeen."

"Really?" Looking up at Max again, in surprise that he had read something from a girl's teen magazine. Liz wondered if anyone was truly able to read the real Max Evans. Was he really the rebellious scandal? The charming seducer? The manipulative scoundrel? Or was he just simply misunderstood? This was all too confusing to Liz. She didn't know who to believe anymore. The man in front of her. Alex. Or herself.

"Yeah, I found it quite appalling." He replied flippantly, running his hands through his raven locks before placing them comfortably in his pockets. He leaned on the stone banister railing, his hair blowing in the wind as his bangs covered much of forehead and eyes. Max was cool as a cucumber from the outside, but inside, his blood was pulsing wildly. His palms moistened from anticipation when he saw the wide-eyed look Liz turned on him. Her dark and innocent doe eyes left him wondering… about how they would look filled with passion… He wanted to ravish her right then and there. But of course, that wasn't possible. She'd probably slap him… from that earlier defensiveness, he knew she'd be able to do it.

"Oh, that's odd. Considering that most people praise me for it." Perplexed at Max's statement, knowing exactly what he was talking about. She'd been proud of the article and her belief. Liz guessed she shouldn't have been shocked that Max hadn't felt the same way.

"Well, in my opinion. I don't know how you can knock something that you have yet to experience." There was some truth in his words.

"I didn't mean to knock anything." Wanting him to understand why she'd done the article, Liz went on to explain truthfully. "I just happen to think that people shouldn't experience the act of love until they are in love. And besides, I doubt people our age really understand the meaning of love and what it is."

"Really?" Sounding disbelieving, his eyebrow rose in question.

"Yes." Taking her own time to contemplate, Liz asked Max a question. "How about you for example?" Going on to explain her point after seeing Max's confused look, Liz commented, "I know about your reputation and how you sleep around. Are you any happier because it?"

"Wait. My reputation?" Ignoring her question by focusing on her first statement. He pushed off of the banister and stood closer to her, getting another hint of vanilla from Liz. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, don't play naïve with me." Gazing up at Max with a narrowed look of accusation, followed by a flippant response. "I have my sources." Turning her head to look away and to the east where she could see the distant horizon of the Atlantic. She was thinking about Alex and all his warnings.

"Sources?" Giving her a narrowed look of his own, he curiously asked, "Who?"

Not willing to rat Alex out, Liz didn't relent to Max. Turning back to face him, she answered, "I can't say."

"You can't say?" Pausing for a brief moment knowing she wouldn't give up the information that he wanted. Max used another tactic--the wounded bird tactic. His voice lowered softly, "Well, I'm offended. I don't think you should judge a person from a rumor before you get to know them."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend or upset you." Liz stepped forward, placing a light hand on Max's arm. She knew it was just another ploy of Max's, but Liz decided to go along with it. It wouldn't hurt her to pretend comfort.

Shrugging away from her hand, Max replied angrily, "Well, who is wasting their time telling you all of this bullshit?"

"It doesn't matter." Shaking her head at Max, she stepped closer to only have him step back, almost hitting the banister. She caught a brief flash of hurt run through Max's eyes, making her feel really bad now.

"Okay, fine. Forget it. It's obvious we're not going to be friends." Turning away from Liz, running his hands through his hair once again.

Sighing wearily, Liz asked, "Why are you being so dramatic?"

"Look, I've got a lot of problems and I'm trying to deal with them and the last thing I need is people spreading shit about me." Commenting hotly, Max crossed his arms in front of him defensively.

"Alright, I said I was sorry." Liz's voice dropped, her gaze directed at Max, she offered, "Can we start over again? I think we got off on a bad foot." Smiling warmly as she held out her hand in a welcoming gesture. "Liz Parker."

"Max Evans." He responded with another one of his half grins. He took her hand in his, squeezing it lightly before he quickly asked, "So, since you've never had sex, do you touch yourself?"

She gasped in shock before throwing her hands in the air in surrender and frustration, Liz walked off towards the house and up the staircase.

"What? What'd I say?"

His naïvely innocent question only made Liz even more annoyed, making her walk faster. "Goodbye Max!" Not even turning around to say it to his face.

And with that, she was out of his view. Out of sight. And he was the one who was left watching after her… after having been bewitched by Liz Parker.


The ending kinda just flopped... hehe... I got tired of writing. But I'm done with it [this part] so I'm happy. *big*

posted on 15-Aug-2002 10:41:42 PM by soypet
Hey you guys!!!

Oh my God! I can't believe I got bumpers... Too bad that I can't access the site to even notice. Hehehe... Why I'm posting now, that's due to the fact that I'm over at someone else's house, raiding someone else's computer so I can get here. *big* But anyways... I haven't written anything further than what I have on here. I've already promised that I wouldn't leave any story hanging and I'm still planning on keeping with that promise.

But like I said, I can't get into this site from home... so, I made a Yahoo Group where all my fics are archived at right now. Umm... so far, it's been dead because I haven't updated anything. Hehehe... Well, anyways... ummmm... the link to the site is below if you want to join it and read the updates [when I finally do].

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