.:*The One Who Protects His Magic*:. || A Bruno Mars Fanfiction

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ELISE

. . . Devil's . . . Everywhere . . . Are . . . The . . . Eyes . . .

It didn't matter what order the words were in or how many times the affright message reiterated within my mind. I was certain that Maléfica had finally made her move to send one or more of her people outside the country to deal with me. I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn't a little apprehensive of what could happen to me.

But I knew how capable I was. Whoever Maléfica sent overseas would have to bring their A-game because I'm not the type of person that a novice fighter could handle. 

My main concern was Bruno and the others. I didn't want them involved in this. I left my old life behind to start fresh and have a brand new outlook on life. And yet, it followed me here. Out of habit, my past self resurfaced, mind shifted into auto-pilot, overworking itself to figure out what I could do to keep this situation under wraps.

There's no telling how Bruno would react and knowing him, he wouldn't stand for anyone trying to hurt the people in his closest circle. Even if we're not on the best of terms right now, like any other man, Bruno would make sure that no one put their hands on me.

But this was not his battle to fight, nor would I make it his burden. If it boiled down to it, then I'll leave the team for their safety. I won't let anyone hurt them.

In between figuring out my next move, the phone rang incessantly, and it would be the same person quoting that message over and over again. Slowly, they were getting to me, and I became agitated to the point where it took everything I had to not ripped the phone from the wall and throwing it to the other side of the room. 

Seconds turned to minutes, minutes into an hour, and it wasn't until the loud trill of the phone in my hotel room had ceased my continuous pacing. My eyes scrutinized the phone to see if it would ring again, and against my apprehension, it did, and I hurried over to answer it. "Leave me alone, you son of a bitch!"

"¿Disculpe, señora? ¿Está todo bien?" Excuse me, ma'am? Is everything all right?  Isabella, the frontend desk attendant from the hotel, was on the other end.

I covered my mouth, immediately regretting the words I spoke to her. My vehement speech must have sounded horrible and I switched to my second language to apologize to her, "Perdone mi lengua. Lo siento mucho." Pardon my language. I'm so sorry.

After my less than pleasant outburst, our conversation continued and in turn, she told me that my ride to the Palau Sant Jordi was waiting for me outside. After I thanked her for letting me know and I made sure she understood that my anger was not directed towards her, the phone clicked and I placed it back on the receiver. Already dressed in my security garb for the day, I grabbed my duffle bag that laid on my bed, tossing it over my shoulder.

As I dashed out my hotel room, my mind began to swirl with every possible scenario that could take place -- all of which had terrible consequences if I didn't take the proper precaution. I didn't know what awaited me at the venue, but if anyone were foolish enough to try to hurt my friends, the Hooligans, or even Bruno for that matter, they'd be in for a world of pain. 

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Main Stage
Palau Sant Jordi [Barcelona, Spain.]
April, 7 2017. 9:05 A.M.

TESSA

"All right, gentleman," With a megaphone in my hand, I directed the stage crew as they brought in the large crates that carried the lighting equipment for tonight's festivities. "Please be careful with those lights!"