"Swept away" written by VeGirl 2014 © All Rights Reserved

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Morgan found it amazing as always to wake up next to Isa, and coming home from work to find her there. She often checked when he got off work and had dinner ready that they ate together. It was so obvious that she was getting bored, with nothing to do more than helping out in the studio once in a while, and Morgan really wanted to help her. He had been thrilled when Mary hired her to work on set, that way he could come see her as soon as he had even a short break.

He was thinking about how Isa helped him reading lines the night before and how they ended up in his bed; their bed. That awakened the desire in him instantly and he looked over to her, flipping through her mail. She opened the letter and Morgan saw shock on her face.

"What is it Isa?"

She looked up at him, eyes wide in panic.

He briskly took the few steps that parted them and saw her looking down at the letter in her hand. "What is it?" Morgan reached down and grabbed the letter from her and with a shill down his spine realized it contained uncompromising photos with him and somebody else. "What the hell?" he barked, still staring at the pictures.

His eyes seeked Isa's face and there were tears in her eyes; tears and an obvious question; Who was the girl on the photos?

Morgan stared at her and had no words. Once again his eyes glanced down at the photo and he couldn't for the life of him remember the woman on the picture, and certainly not in a naked situation like this was. Morgan grabbed the photo as if to tear it to pieces, but then thought that perhaps he should let an expert look at it. This was clearly a montage, made to stir trouble between him and Isa.

"Eysa..." He could see tears trailing down her cheeks. "Oh, Eysa..." He tried to wrap her in his arms, but she slid away and took a few steps away from him.

"I knew this was too good to be true," she murmured.

"What do you mean?" Anger exploded inside Morgan. "I have never been with this woman!" He shouted, making Isa flinch. "I have no idea who is doing this to you. No; to us, but I don't know this woman." He continued a bit softer; it wasn't his intention to scare her.

She looked down, very careful not to look directly at him.

"Eysa, please, you have to believe me," he begged. "This is a set-up!"

She still didn't look at him.

"Eysa, sweetie; please look at me." Carefully, he grabbed her chin and tilted her face up towards his face.

Her eyes didn't meet his and Morgan was getting desperate. "There are others..." Her voice was weak.

He froze. "What?"

She didn't say anything; Morgan just saw tears trickling down her cheeks.

"What do you mean; there are others?" Just as he said it, he realised what she meant. "Other photos?"

She nodded her head carefully. "Yes."

He was in shock and at a loss of words. Suddenly the anger erupted again and Morgan grabbed her shoulders. "Why haven't you told me?" he yelled and she started to convulse in a heartbreaking cry. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her to him. "Oh my sweet, sweet Eysa, why haven't you told me?" He realized she didn't know if the photos where taken before or after they met. "This isn't something you'd have to face, darling. I'm sorry." He had trouble controlling his anger, and even if it wasn't directed to her, she was the one who had to face it. "I just got so mad," Morgan murmured in her hair as she was sobbing into his shirt.

"Why did you?" her voice broke off and.

Morgan grabbed her upper arms and looked expectantly at her again, but she couldn't look at him and she couldn't say the words. That's when it hit him like lightening; she thought he was mad at her. "Oh darling, I'm not mad at you!" He pulled her into his chest again. "I'm so angry that anyone could do this to us... to you," he murmured in her hair and felt her finally relaxed against him. "I promised to protect you..." he murmured. "Eysa, I love you! This isn't your fault, and I promise you I have never seen, and absolutely not been in any kind of naked situation with that girl on the picture." He tried to assure her. "Not before we met, and certainly not since. We have a no-infidelity clause, don't you remember?" He tried to lighten the mood, but it wasn't really working. "Wait a minute... there's more?"

He felt her stiffen. "Yes..." she whispered, feeling like a small child in the principal's office, being caught cheating on a test. Once again he grabbed her upper arms and Isa feared it was going to leave bruises. "This was the fifth..."

It looked like the words hit him like a slap right across the face. "Where are they?" His face got dark and his eyes were almost black in an instant.

This was the first time Isa dared to look straight at him, at those beautiful eyes that now was contorted in pain and anger. "I have them in my drawer." Her voice was still barely more than a whisper. "You want me to get them?"

"Yes!" He barked, but softened his tone as she flinched. By now Isa at least knew that she was not the one he was angry at. She exhaled sad and turned to get to the bedroom. Isa reached for the lower drawer, pulled the envelopes out and turned to face him.

"What else are you hiding from me?" He said and she blinked in surprise.

What?

"What are you hiding from me?" she replied even harder than she intended. He looked like she had slapped him. They kept staring at each other; pinning each other down with the gaze, both hurt and pained.

"What have I done to you?" he finally whispered and her blood froze cold. Morgan wrapped her in his arms and Isa stood there with the envelope of photos in her hand. Was he cheating on her after all? "Why do you have to suffer just because I'm public pray?" He murmured and Isa understood what he meant. He took the envelopes, opened the first one and pulled a photo out. Isa watched him intent as his eyes widened and he got more and more pale. When he looked at the last photo, he gasped for air, pale as a ghost. "Jesus!" he hissed and flipped through them again and again. "Jesus Isa, this is horrid!" He stared at her. "Why didn't you come to me?"

She swallowed hard and sighed. "I didn't know how to." Tears pooled in her eyes again.

He wrapped her in his arms, whispering sorry over and over again. "I'll have my security guys look into it." He pulled his phone out of the pocket. "Hey Tyler, can you get up here, we've got something for you." He ended the call with Isa still in his arms and he led her to their living room. Just a few minutes later there was a knock on the door and Tyler got in. He walked up to where they sat on the couch and Morgan and started fill him in.

Isa had still a hard time to concentrate without seeing the photos before her eyes, how much she tried to tell herself that was edited pictures. They had been etched on her retinas for weeks now, both in awake and sleeping state.

"It looks like it's some crazy stalker." Tyler said in his position as head of security. "But we will of course look into it!"

"Good; this was definitely the limit." Morgan's voice was harsh and his grip around Isa's shoulders hardened. "It's one thing if they go after me, but Felicia should definitely not have to deal with this kind of stuff."

"No of course not; I'll have my guys get into this immediately."

"Thanks' Tyler."

"Don't thank me; this is what you're paying me for." Tyler said. Their meeting ended and Tyler promised to keep them up to date on how the work proceeds.

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After a few weeks things went back to normal again. Morgan and Isa often got to work together, but soon his days changed and he had to work from dawn to dusk and at the full-moon-season, he worked nights as well. It felt like he was constantly at their beck and call, working his ass off.

Isa started to take Morgan's car over to the set, since he was driving the production's car, and eventually they had relaxed and stopped thinking about the pictures. His security crew had established that it was an edited picture and that had been a relief, to have proof that he was in fact telling the truth, even if Isa really never had doubted him. It was sad though that they didn't have any clue what so ever on who sent them to her.

The days were long when he was working long hours and the nights were painful.

Even in the grocery store Isa had been looking over her shoulder, painfully aware of every person who just happened to look her way. Not one time there was anything suspicious though, and slowly Isa did her best to relax again.

She bought herself a pair of good running-shoes and got out running several nights a week. Even if it had been a while since she was running or exercising in any form, it didn't take long before she really wanted to get out again; it was a good distraction when she longed for Morgan. Her shape was getting better over the next few weeks and she started to feel better about herself.

A bunch of letters were waiting down by the concierge when Isa got home from one of her running sessions. The guy smiled wide when he handed them to her. He had been very friendly since Isa moved in, even if she thought he was a bit uptight in the beginning. It looked like some ordinary bill and Isa didn't looked to close at it, but opened and unfolded the paper inside to find pictures of herself in various situations, like running in the neighborhood, grocery shopping and walking to Morgan's car. Words were written with a big felt pen.

YOU DON'T BELONG HERE!

Her hands started to shake and Isa dropped the papers on the floor in front of her and almost leaped up onto the couch as if it was a huge spider she needed to take cover from. Tears started to stream down her face and she curled up in the corner of the couch, trying to hide.

When Morgan got home an hour later, Isa was still cooped up in the corner.

He was by her side in an instant. "Sweetie, what's going on?"

She couldn't say anything, just pointed by the kitchen counter, where the letter lay on the floor. Morgan just gasped and was cursing on the phone, seconds later.

Security was there almost instantly and after some time, the police was there as well. Morgan did his best to brief them all, since all Isa could do was sob and he tried to comfort her to his best ability.

The security was heightened, with cameras in the lobby and on their floor, and another team of security guards were added to the building.

Isa was really scared and didn't leave the house on her own anymore. They started to get food delivered to their door, and security searched everything before they let it pass their door. Some days Isa went with Morgan to set, but mostly she was hiding in the apartment.

This wasn't life!

One day when Morgan came home from a long day at work Isa sat there in the dark. She had been turning this matter over and over for weeks, and there was no optimal sollution. Only terrifying ones.

"Morgan, I can't do this anymore."

He took a deep breath. "What can't you do?" he asked light, not having a clue to what she meant.

"This thing; you and me..."

The insight hit him like a bolt of lightning and Isa might as well have shot him right in the chest. "What do you mean?"

She saw that she was about to break his heart. She walked up to him and took his hands. "This isn't my life; I feel trapped here, not able to even go out for a coffee or anything. I'm a prisoner!"

He exhaled. "Yeah, I know baby. I am so sorry, but I'll talk to the head of this investigation to see what we can do to speed this thing up, and they'll have to do some risk assessment." He pulled her in for a hug. "I agree, you can't live like this."

The hug felt amazing as always, but Isa knew had to do this. She took a deep breath. "I'm going back to Sweden."

He got rigid and held her by the shoulders. "Are you breaking up with me?"

Was she? She didn't know, she didn't want to break up, but.... "This is too much for me to take."

He just looked at her with those brown bottomless pits of darkness and hurt. "If you're breaking up with me, you have to say it." His voice was dark and hard. "Say it."

Isa just looked at him with her eyebrows tight together. Did she really want to break up with him? No, she didn't. But she couldn't keep living this crazy life; his life. "It feels like I don't have an option." Tears was making her throat tight, unabling her to form any words. There was a lump in her chest, getting bigger and bigger. "I can't live trapped in this house like a caged animal; that's not a life." By now her tears were running and Isa cursed every movie and TV-show ever made, where all the actresses were beautiful and hot when they cried. Her face was getting puffy and red almost instantly.

Morgan's eyes were still almost black pits, but by now he was pressing his eyesbrows together slightly, with a hurt frown on his forehead.

Isa put a hand on his chest. "I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you, but I can't live like a hunted animal." She knew he did what he could to keep her safe. "They have been following me around, tracking me. What if they actually hurt me next time?" she asked with tears in her eyes. "What can I do but leave?"

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Morgan just sat in their apartment after she left. He didn't want to believe that it had gone so wrong. She was just another one to add to the list of people that couldn't deal with his work. He couldn't blame her.

He had seen Robert's look when Wilma had left, he had been devastated; and when Morgan had to tell him that his sister left the country as well he just got another confused look. Robert's eyes had shown worry and concern, but he never asked what happened. Morgan had told him earlier about the letters Isa had got and that he was wrongly accused. A couple of weeks later, those photos showed up in the tabloids, and the two guys had talked. By then Isa had recognized them and knew it was fake, but when the pictures of her showed up with those threatening words, Morgan got just as scared as Isa. That wasn't done just by someone to keep the two of them apart; that could have been someone that wanted to hurt her.

Morgan was worried that they perhaps would follow and get to her in Sweden, and he asked Robert to keep an eye on her. She probably didn't want him to be the one putting her on surveillance, Morgan thought and left it to her brother.

He was hurt.

The first days after she left, Morgan had to call in sick from work. There was no chance for him to do a convincing bad ass vamp when he was feeling so bad. But after those initial days Morgan realized that Vincent's vindictive mood was exactly what he needed to get through this.

He knew everything was his fault. He hadn't been there for Isa and he was in fact the one that made this whole pursue of her, not hi personally, but his damn job. His damn job, just like his last relationship.

Morgan might as well admit that he was a looser, not good for anything else than one night stands, he thought.

Like a bitter old man he decided that he might as well live up to his worst expectations. He sighed; let's get laid!

Like some adolescent he started to drink himself into a stupor every chance he got. There were always girls that offered to be the distraction of the night, even if he never said it like that.

Girls horded around him and what was he supposed to do, but relish in it. Actually relish isn't the right word; perhaps abide was more accurate.

There were a few limitations; he always asked for their name and if he met someone named Felicia he moved on; that was a definitive no-go. And no blonds.

There was always girls throwing themselves at him with offers that would make his father pale; he tried his best to lose himself in their attention, but beyond that anything was a stop-sign. He could allow getting himself in a taxi with them, especially if the paparazzi were outside, but he never followed through; he never went home with a girl, and he never took a girl home to his place, he could barely make himself kiss them. Everything felt like on-screen kisses.

He had been stripped of his soul.

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He opened the drawer where the little black box was crammed in a corner and picked it up. As he opened the lid, the diamond sparkled, reflecting the sun trough his bedroom window.

This was the ring he was supposed to give her; the girl whose name he no longer could utter.

He thought about if he ought to FedEx it to her or if he should just throw it in the garbage disposal. Where his heart once was now contained nothing but a black hole. He closed the lid on the box, shoved it back in the drawer and closed it.

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Hello my fabulous readers.

I'm sorry to say that I have broken the heart of both characters and I hope you don't hate me for it. Please keep read and please vote and/or comment.

Love, VeGirl!

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