Title: It's My Life
Author: Butterflies
Category: M/L, but concentrated on Liz
Rating: TEEN (for violence)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters related to the shows Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Roswell. No infringement intended. Kudos to Joss Whedon and Melinda Metz for creating such great characters and shows.
Summery:Liz finds out that she is a slayer, and leaves Roswell with Xander, her new watcher. She comes back from training in Cleveland, with two other new slayers, hoping her life will settle down a bit. But with trying to decide the best way to break her news to the pod squad and trying to leave some bad memories from her summer behind her, Liz finds that in Roswell, nothing can ever be just "normal".
Author’s Note: This story takes place after season 1 in Roswell, after season 7 in Buffy (all the potential slayers have become slayers). Take everything you know about Roswell season 2 and just throw it out the window. This is MY story! A blend of my two favorite shows. Feedback everyone! This is my first fic.
Prologue
Liz:
I’m home. That is the first thing through my brain as my parents drive us up to the Crashdown. It’s been far too long. Not really, just a month, but it still feels like forever. I glance beside me at the two girls fast asleep. Being a slayer can be tiring. REALLY tiring. And I should know. I am one.
A month ago, two days after I had walked away from Max and the pod chamber, I was confronted by Xander about the strange dreams I’d been having lately. He explained the whole slayer thing to me, and together we told my parents. I know what you’re thinking, but my parents took it pretty well considering they just learned that I was destined to fight evil. They didn’t believe us at first. Seriously, who would? But after a display of my new found strength, they had to.
Later, I spoke to Alex and Maria about it. I could, and would trust them with my life. They weren’t as shocked as my parents were, but I guess nothing could shock them more then the whole “not of this earth” thing. They bombarded me with crazy questions till they were satisfied. They thought the new powers were cool. I missed them a lot.
The real question I had to ask myself was if I should tell the pod squad. I was on rocky ground with them. I ran away from Max. Tess was his betroth. How can someone compete with destiny? So I didn’t. I didn’t even tell them I was leaving.
My partents let Xander take me away to Cleveland, where I trained with dozens of other girls around my age, and some much younger (there was a 4 year old that kicked down a punching bag!).
So now I’m back, with two slayers in tow and a new outlook on life, wondering if it’s possible to be normal again. Or is normal as overrated as Max believes? As my thoughts turn to Max, I see him with Michael, Isabel, and Tess walking on the sidewalk across the street toward our car.
Chapter 1
Max:
I felt my heart race as I felt her drawing nearer. The connection I share with Liz would have freaked me out if I weren’t so excited and scared at the same time. I could also feel Tess’ gaze on my back as all four of us made our way across the street towards her car.
The whole time she was gone, I was in agony. I couldn’t wait to see her again, hold her, and feel her presence. I needed to tell her it didn’t matter, none of it did. Destiny can kiss my ass! There is no way I’m ever going to let her go.
The car door flew open, and Liz catapulted into my arms. I stood frozen for a second, thoughts running through my head. She missed me!
“Max! I missed u so much!” she was looking up at me with her pretty brown eyes, the doors to her soul.
She looked behind me and threw herself at Michael. I stood there, still shocked, and now even more so.
“Michael! It’s so good to see you again, and Isabel…” she brought Is in for a big hug. “And I can’t forget Tess…” she exclaimed as the startled girl got the same treatment.
Liz backed up to look at them all. “You guys have no idea how much I missed you guys…” she was interrupted by an “ahem” behind her. I looked to see two girls standing behind her, almost in a… flanking position?!
“How could I be so rude? Guys, this is Max, Michael, Isabel, and Tess. Max and company, this is Triss and Emily, my cousins from… Cleveland.”
Triss:
My first thought as Em and I get out of the car is whoa, these people are not human. I look over, and see from the look of confusion on Emily’s face, she’s noticed it too.
Who were these people? Why was Liz friends with demons? Why hasn’t she said anything about her friends’ “non-human” status?
Liz introduces us, and I shake their hands. They looked friendly enough, and obviously Liz trusts them so they can’t be dangerous…
The guy named Max has been staring at Liz the entire time, with an intense gaze. Obviously Liz notices too cause she gives them each one last hug, and tells them that she should really get unpacked and us two settled, and throughout the whole thing, Max never says a word, just stares. It would have been more creepy had he not been so handsome.
Gotta hand it to Liz… she sure can pick ‘em!
“Well that was different…” the one named Michael states as soon as he thinks we're out of hearing distance. No kidding buddy.
Liz:
“That was interesting” I spin around to face a smirking Emily.
“More like Awkward!” I half yell, half moan as I sink into my bed. “I was so happy to see them, I just… This whole becoming a slayer thing has just…” I heave a sigh, “Life just seems more precious now, that’s all.”
Triss and Em take me into a big group hug. “I just want them to know I care, and they probably think I’m going insane! I didn’t exactly leave on good terms with them… I didn’t even tell them I was leaving for a while…” I whisper sadly as they hug me harder.
There’s a knock on my door. It flies open before I say anything. I stand up, but am bowled over by Alex and Maria, knocking me back onto my bed and right on top of Triss and Em.
“You’re back! We were so worried! You phoned all the time, but we couldn’t stop worrying!” Maria cried “Oh my God! I’m sorry!” she apologized, jumping off the pile, and helping everyone to their feet. “So you guys are slayers too? Neat! You guys are going to live here right? I can’t wait to show you around…” Everyone else is quiet, then we all burst out laughing at Maria’s excitement.
“Hi, I’m Alex. And the loudmouth over there, her name is Maria.” Alex smiles, immediately warming up to the new arrivals.
“Wait a minute,” Triss turns her confused gaze toward me. “You told them, but you haven’t told Max and his friends? Why?”
“Well,” Maria says with scorn, “I used to go out with Michael, and Liz used to go out with Max… but you know how you have a destiny? Well they had one that didn’t include us. We’ve been totally avoidy with their little group ever since.”
“Does this have anything to do with them not being human?”
Stunned, Alex, Maria, and I shout at the same time, “WHAT!”
What are your thoughts? Questions? This is new for me so...
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It's My Life: Buffy xover (M/L) - ch.2 - July 6
Chapter 2
Emily:
“Chill out… what’s the big deal?” I ask, curious.
“How did you know?” Alex asks, perplexed, “If we didn’t tell you, who… Liz?”
“She can sense it,” Liz states, “or at least I know I can.”
“So what are they?” Triss asks, scooting forward on the bed.
I see Liz, Maria, and Alex all glance at each other, and Liz finally speaks, “I don’t think they’re gonna be too pleased if we tell you. I’m sorry, but we kinda promised...” Liz trails off.
Triss seems satisfied with the answer, but I sure as hell am not! “What do you mean? So what! They’re demons! It’s not like we haven’t seen one before…”
“That’s enough Em,” Liz cuts me off, “don’t ask about it again.”
I fold my arms at my chest and sit myself down at her desk. It’s not fair. Xander put Liz in charge till he gets here. She’s been a slayer as long as Triss and I have! Just because she’s a year older than us… grr… it makes total sense! Why have I been so bitchy lately?
Alex:
As soon as we had entered the room, my gaze immediately took in the two girls hugging my best friend. Jealous? No. Curious? Yes!
Emily is sitting on a chair beside me, arms crossed, a stubborn look on her face. This one is trouble. Long, straight blonde hair, blue eyes, and a look to kill. She frightens me. Big time!
The one named Triss had short brown curly hair, falling a little below the chin. She had dazzling green eyes that spoke of intelligence (basically Emily’s polar opposite). She was wearing a leather mini and a matching jacket. Nice legs…
“Anyways, I have to go. My shift starts in 5 minutes! And I still have to change!” Maria flies out of the room with a wave, and we all giggle at her antics. Except for Emily of course, but even she’s grinning.
“I’ll go down to the restaurant too, leave you girls to get settled in,” I excuse myself. “I’ll be eating lunch downstairs. Do you guys want to see a movie later? Maria and I really wanted to see that new King Arthur movie…”
“Is it out yet?! That’s the movie Em and I wanted to see!” I smile at Triss’ excitement.
“I guess that’s a yes then Alex,” Liz confirms, “and how about pizza after? I really want to catch up with you guys, and you only just met the girls…”
“Then it’s a date,” I state as I head out the door, “I’ll call you later about it.” I wave goodbye to Triss and Em, and start down the stairs.
I walk through the swinging doors, into the restaurant, and to my surprise, Max is waving me over to sit with him and the others. Ok, they’ve been avoiding us, we’ve been avoiding them… NOW they wanna talk!
“Hey Max,” I say casually, sliding in beside him, as he and Michael scoot over on the seat, “what’s up?”
“We were just wondering about Liz’s cousins,” Isabel says casually, but I can hear something in her voice that I’m not liking. “ Where are they staying? How long are they going to be here…
“Geeze, enough! What’s there to know?” I brush off her inquiry, “ They’re just her cousins from Cleveland who are gonna stay here with the Parkers for a while. Liz says they might even enroll at West Roswell. That’s all I know. That, and they seem really nice.”
Max smiles at my answer, but Michael just gets agitated. “Listen Alex,” Michael begins, dropping the level of his voice, “when we met Liz’s relatives a half hour ago, they gave me a weird vibe…”
I see a look in his eyes, one that I know all too well, and I start laughing out loud. “So you think they’re aliens or something!? Seriously, you guys are paranoid.” I look around at their little group and notice their tense posture. “You guys can relax! They are NOT and I repeat, NOT aliens. Heck, they don’t even know that…” Isabel reaches across the table to slap a hand over my mouth.
“We don’t use the A word, remember?” she hisses, putting an emphasis on the A as her eyes signal to the twenty or so people sitting at various tables and booths around the Crashdown.
“Sorry,” I mutter just as Maria approaches the table with her pad and pen in hand. I get up to sit at the counter, as Maria gives me a questioning look as I pass her. I mouth, “later.”
Max:
“Well that went well…” I say under my breath. But Michael happens to catch it. Figures.
“I know what I felt Maxwell,” Michael whispers, sounding more than a little angry, “and come to think of it, Liz seemed different too…”
Damn, he’s right. Something was off with Liz. After I got over the initial excitement from her being back, I could sense that she had changed. And the way she greeted everyone, even Tess, was strange in itself. But the powerful vibes she was sending out. That wasn’t normal.
Ok, something unnatural is going on here, and I intend to find out what it is!
~~~
Liz:
To tell, or not to tell Max. That is the question plaguing my thoughts as I get the guest room ready. Alex had called me earlier about his confrontation with the aliens. This cannot be good. The fact that they noticed the change in me gives me the willies. How could they sense that?
There’s a knock on the door, and I turn around to see my mother. “Need help?”
“Sure,” I answer, as she heads over to the other side of the bad and helps me tuck in the edges of the sheet.
“You sure they’re ok with sharing a room?” my mother asks.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s only till Xander gets here. They’ll be fine. We had to share a room with another girl when we were in Cleveland. There were four of us, a bed, and a couch.” I smile inwardly at the memory.
My mother frowns. “When Mr. Harris said that he would be taking care of you, I didn’t realize that it included cramming my daughter in with three other girls into one room!”
“Mom, it’s ok,” I’m chuckling softly at this point, “It’s kind of hard to fit over fifty people in three houses, and that’s all the room they had at the time cause they didn’t like any of the girls to be in motel rooms, plus there would have been a money issue. It’s not like we’re getting paid for saving the world …” I give her a comforting pat on the shoulder, “I wouldn’t have changed anything about the time I spent there. Besides, Triss, Em, and I became really close friends in the process.” I pull her into a big hug (I’ve been giving a lot of hugs lately…).
“Well, anyways, when is HE getting here,” she says gruffly. I do not want to be Xander when my mom sees him next.
“I think he’ll be here in a couple of days. He just needed more time to get together all the books he’s going to need. He needs his own copy of almost ALL the books Giles has, and I don’t even think it’s even possible to get another copy of some of the volumes he’s collected over the years. I mean where do you get the ‘Catherspin Text’ without raising eyebrows…wow, I’m rambling! You should have stopped me!” All my mother does is smile.
“I really missed you honey,” she whispers as she pecks me on the cheek on her way out. “And don’t stay out too late, ok? The same goes for the other two.” I nod silently. Time to eat pizza, take in a movie, patrol, and give the girls the full tour of our cemeteries. Man, it’s great to be home…
A/N: I am I dreamer at heart, so NO M/T. Promise
Emily:
“Chill out… what’s the big deal?” I ask, curious.
“How did you know?” Alex asks, perplexed, “If we didn’t tell you, who… Liz?”
“She can sense it,” Liz states, “or at least I know I can.”
“So what are they?” Triss asks, scooting forward on the bed.
I see Liz, Maria, and Alex all glance at each other, and Liz finally speaks, “I don’t think they’re gonna be too pleased if we tell you. I’m sorry, but we kinda promised...” Liz trails off.
Triss seems satisfied with the answer, but I sure as hell am not! “What do you mean? So what! They’re demons! It’s not like we haven’t seen one before…”
“That’s enough Em,” Liz cuts me off, “don’t ask about it again.”
I fold my arms at my chest and sit myself down at her desk. It’s not fair. Xander put Liz in charge till he gets here. She’s been a slayer as long as Triss and I have! Just because she’s a year older than us… grr… it makes total sense! Why have I been so bitchy lately?
Alex:
As soon as we had entered the room, my gaze immediately took in the two girls hugging my best friend. Jealous? No. Curious? Yes!
Emily is sitting on a chair beside me, arms crossed, a stubborn look on her face. This one is trouble. Long, straight blonde hair, blue eyes, and a look to kill. She frightens me. Big time!
The one named Triss had short brown curly hair, falling a little below the chin. She had dazzling green eyes that spoke of intelligence (basically Emily’s polar opposite). She was wearing a leather mini and a matching jacket. Nice legs…
“Anyways, I have to go. My shift starts in 5 minutes! And I still have to change!” Maria flies out of the room with a wave, and we all giggle at her antics. Except for Emily of course, but even she’s grinning.
“I’ll go down to the restaurant too, leave you girls to get settled in,” I excuse myself. “I’ll be eating lunch downstairs. Do you guys want to see a movie later? Maria and I really wanted to see that new King Arthur movie…”
“Is it out yet?! That’s the movie Em and I wanted to see!” I smile at Triss’ excitement.
“I guess that’s a yes then Alex,” Liz confirms, “and how about pizza after? I really want to catch up with you guys, and you only just met the girls…”
“Then it’s a date,” I state as I head out the door, “I’ll call you later about it.” I wave goodbye to Triss and Em, and start down the stairs.
I walk through the swinging doors, into the restaurant, and to my surprise, Max is waving me over to sit with him and the others. Ok, they’ve been avoiding us, we’ve been avoiding them… NOW they wanna talk!
“Hey Max,” I say casually, sliding in beside him, as he and Michael scoot over on the seat, “what’s up?”
“We were just wondering about Liz’s cousins,” Isabel says casually, but I can hear something in her voice that I’m not liking. “ Where are they staying? How long are they going to be here…
“Geeze, enough! What’s there to know?” I brush off her inquiry, “ They’re just her cousins from Cleveland who are gonna stay here with the Parkers for a while. Liz says they might even enroll at West Roswell. That’s all I know. That, and they seem really nice.”
Max smiles at my answer, but Michael just gets agitated. “Listen Alex,” Michael begins, dropping the level of his voice, “when we met Liz’s relatives a half hour ago, they gave me a weird vibe…”
I see a look in his eyes, one that I know all too well, and I start laughing out loud. “So you think they’re aliens or something!? Seriously, you guys are paranoid.” I look around at their little group and notice their tense posture. “You guys can relax! They are NOT and I repeat, NOT aliens. Heck, they don’t even know that…” Isabel reaches across the table to slap a hand over my mouth.
“We don’t use the A word, remember?” she hisses, putting an emphasis on the A as her eyes signal to the twenty or so people sitting at various tables and booths around the Crashdown.
“Sorry,” I mutter just as Maria approaches the table with her pad and pen in hand. I get up to sit at the counter, as Maria gives me a questioning look as I pass her. I mouth, “later.”
Max:
“Well that went well…” I say under my breath. But Michael happens to catch it. Figures.
“I know what I felt Maxwell,” Michael whispers, sounding more than a little angry, “and come to think of it, Liz seemed different too…”
Damn, he’s right. Something was off with Liz. After I got over the initial excitement from her being back, I could sense that she had changed. And the way she greeted everyone, even Tess, was strange in itself. But the powerful vibes she was sending out. That wasn’t normal.
Ok, something unnatural is going on here, and I intend to find out what it is!
~~~
Liz:
To tell, or not to tell Max. That is the question plaguing my thoughts as I get the guest room ready. Alex had called me earlier about his confrontation with the aliens. This cannot be good. The fact that they noticed the change in me gives me the willies. How could they sense that?
There’s a knock on the door, and I turn around to see my mother. “Need help?”
“Sure,” I answer, as she heads over to the other side of the bad and helps me tuck in the edges of the sheet.
“You sure they’re ok with sharing a room?” my mother asks.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s only till Xander gets here. They’ll be fine. We had to share a room with another girl when we were in Cleveland. There were four of us, a bed, and a couch.” I smile inwardly at the memory.
My mother frowns. “When Mr. Harris said that he would be taking care of you, I didn’t realize that it included cramming my daughter in with three other girls into one room!”
“Mom, it’s ok,” I’m chuckling softly at this point, “It’s kind of hard to fit over fifty people in three houses, and that’s all the room they had at the time cause they didn’t like any of the girls to be in motel rooms, plus there would have been a money issue. It’s not like we’re getting paid for saving the world …” I give her a comforting pat on the shoulder, “I wouldn’t have changed anything about the time I spent there. Besides, Triss, Em, and I became really close friends in the process.” I pull her into a big hug (I’ve been giving a lot of hugs lately…).
“Well, anyways, when is HE getting here,” she says gruffly. I do not want to be Xander when my mom sees him next.
“I think he’ll be here in a couple of days. He just needed more time to get together all the books he’s going to need. He needs his own copy of almost ALL the books Giles has, and I don’t even think it’s even possible to get another copy of some of the volumes he’s collected over the years. I mean where do you get the ‘Catherspin Text’ without raising eyebrows…wow, I’m rambling! You should have stopped me!” All my mother does is smile.
“I really missed you honey,” she whispers as she pecks me on the cheek on her way out. “And don’t stay out too late, ok? The same goes for the other two.” I nod silently. Time to eat pizza, take in a movie, patrol, and give the girls the full tour of our cemeteries. Man, it’s great to be home…
A/N: I am I dreamer at heart, so NO M/T. Promise
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It's My Life: Buffy xover (M/L) - ch.3 - July 8
Chapter 3
Liz:
It was cool out. The night air in the desert was one of the things I missed about Roswell. How it could be so hot during the day, yet so cold at night.
The movie was great, and talking and laughing with Maria, Alex, and the two slayers over pizza was just what I needed. But after a protesting Maria and Alex left us at the cemetery, the reality set in.
Normal was gone, my naivety, vanished. Reality and truth had settled in. I looked over at the two girls beside me. They are so young. I am so young. Kristy was so young… I feel a tear threaten to slide down my cheek, and quickly brush it away with the back of my hand before either of them could notice. I shake my head, trying to stop dark thoughts from forming. Thank God a vampire shows up at that exact moment.
I get to him before the other two, and kick him squarely in the chest, sending him flying backwards and into a tombstone. “Who wants him?” I ask. “He’s all yours,” Emily states, as we all watch the vamp get up slowly.
I attack him with a flurry of punches and kicks. I elbow him right in the nose, his head snaps up. I grab the stake from inside my jacket, and plunge it into his heart. He explodes into a cloud of dust.
“Impressive,” Triss complements, slapping my back, “Under a minute. Nice…” I smile back at the two slayers. “I think that’s all the excitement this place is gonna give us tonight,” I sigh mockingly, “ let’s just go home.”
Max:
I wipe my sweaty palms in my jeans. I’m currently pacing below Liz’s balcony, waiting. Where the hell is she? I hear giggling coming from the street.
“This is a sad little town you got here Liz,” one of them teased.
“Yeah, well, it can’t be smaller than Sunnydale can it? And we all know how innocent that town seemed,” Liz replied.
“I guess,” the other conceded, “and I can’t believe we missed all that action by the way…” she trails off when she notices me.
“Hey, I… um, came to see you Liz.” I stutter. She gives me a half smile, and my heart skips a beat. Keep it together.
“You did?” she asks softly, and I nod. “Wanna come up?” I nod again, unable to speak at the moment. We all go up the ladder, and the girls disappear through the window with choruses of “goodnight Liz”. I watch them intently, still feeling the weird vibes coming off them, but as soon as I see Liz’s face, that train of thought stops abruptly.
“So what’s up Max?” she looks up at me with expectation. “It’s nothing alien related is it?” her voice drops to a whisper at the A word.
“No,” I respond, “I came here to talk about us.” She looks down at the ground. “There’s nothing to talk about Max. We can’t be together and that’s that. Your own mother said…” I cut her off. “I don’t care what my mother says. How can I be meant for someone I feel nothing for!”
“But Max, she’s your WIFE! Or have you forgotten?!” she cries almost menacingly, causing me to flinch.
“She was my wife,” I respond, “was being the operative word here. She and I were married or were engaged in our previous life!”
“ So what about your people Max? They need you.”
“And I can’t help them without you,” I look into her eyes, that are now filled with tears, “You complete me Liz, you’re my strength. I need to be with you. Tell me you’ll let me,” The tears have started to fall now. She grabs me and buries her face in my neck. I wrap my arms around her, and I feel better than I had all month.
“What about Tess,” she whispers, and I smile, “I already talked to her about this. She doesn’t love me. Nasedo just told her that she should, so many times that she started to believe it. She’s ok with this. Just feeling a little rejected I guess, but she knows I can never love her the way I love you.”
I can feel her smile on my shoulder. I pull away a bit, to look at her. She’s so beautiful. “You take my breath away,” I whisper as I lean in to kiss her. She smells like strawberries, just like I remembered. Our lips meet, but she pulls away quickly.
“What are your plans for lunch tomorrow?” she asks. I shrug. “I don’t have to work tomorrow. What did you have in mind?” My head is still thinking about our kiss. Why did she stop?
“Why don’t you stop by the Crashdown? We’ll have lunch together.”
Triss:
“So what was that all about Liz?” I ask softly. She’s sitting on her bed, her head down with hair covering her face. She looks up, and I see the tears freely flowing down from her brown eyes. “Oh my gosh, Liz, what happened.” She doesn’t respond. I quickly sit down beside her and pull her into an embrace.
“He said he wanted to be with me. He kissed me.”
“And that’s a bad thing because… Liz, I’m confused. Don’t you want to be with Max. You were really happy to see him this morning.”
“If we get back together, that means I have to tell him about this. My being a slayer. I don’t want to drag him into this. Then he’ll tell Michael, Isabel, and Tess, and I’ll have a lot of explaining to do.”
“Why is that a bad thing? You don’t want to tell him?” She’s either making this more complicated than it is, or whatever she’s hiding about them is complicating it. I wish she would tell us.
“I do, it’s just really…” “complicated,” I finish for her. She nods silently.
“I know that if he found out, he’d want to help, and I couldn’t stand if anything happened to him!”
“Oh Liz…”
***
THE NEXT DAY…
Xander:
“Well that’s interesting,” I mutter to myself as I pass a billboard with a giant green alien plastered on it. This must be a wild little town. No doubt these people are obsessed. Weirdoes.
I park in front of the alien themed restaurant the Crashdown where Liz worked. I open the door, and there she is, at the cash, giving an elderly woman her change. I smile. She looks so happy here, with her cute uniform complete with antenna. My thoughts are interrupted by a blonde in the same getup.
“Welcome to the Crashdown, how…” she doesn’t get to finish before Liz zooms past her and straight into my arms.
“Oh my God!” she cries, and all eyes turn to see us embracing. “I thought it would take you forever to get here!” Liz looks around self consciously, obviously realizing that everyone is looking at them.
“Xander, this is my friend Maria,” I shake her hand, “Maria, this is Xander, the one I’ve told you about.” Maria gives me a friendly smile. “Can you take care of things here for a while?” Liz asks her sweetly. Her smile vanishes. “Yeah, sure,” she mutters softly as she glances to her left to see a bunch of squabbling kids with their poor mother. Liz practically drags me toward a set of swinging doors in the back. Sorry Maria.
“I can’t believe you’re here!” Liz cries as she throws her arms around my neck, again. Must….breathe…. “Liz, oxygen becoming an issue.”
“Sorry,” she blushes prettily, “forgot about the super-human strength thing.” I chuckle softly. Sometimes this girl is just too much. “So where are the others? I need all your help setting up the training stuff at the house, and their going to be living there too… and plus, I’m not too good at the whole Martha Steward thing.”
“Their upstairs, first door to your left. I have to go back to help Maria, but just word of advice, try to steer clear of my mother…” Oh crap. What did I do this time? “Damn it Liz, what did you ‘accidentally’ tell her this time!” I growl. She gives me a sympathetic look, as she goes back through the door to the restaurant. Just perfect. What happened to the good ole days when we DIDN’T tell parents a thing.
Michael:
(Stepping out of the bathroom) Who was that?
Liz:
It was cool out. The night air in the desert was one of the things I missed about Roswell. How it could be so hot during the day, yet so cold at night.
The movie was great, and talking and laughing with Maria, Alex, and the two slayers over pizza was just what I needed. But after a protesting Maria and Alex left us at the cemetery, the reality set in.
Normal was gone, my naivety, vanished. Reality and truth had settled in. I looked over at the two girls beside me. They are so young. I am so young. Kristy was so young… I feel a tear threaten to slide down my cheek, and quickly brush it away with the back of my hand before either of them could notice. I shake my head, trying to stop dark thoughts from forming. Thank God a vampire shows up at that exact moment.
I get to him before the other two, and kick him squarely in the chest, sending him flying backwards and into a tombstone. “Who wants him?” I ask. “He’s all yours,” Emily states, as we all watch the vamp get up slowly.
I attack him with a flurry of punches and kicks. I elbow him right in the nose, his head snaps up. I grab the stake from inside my jacket, and plunge it into his heart. He explodes into a cloud of dust.
“Impressive,” Triss complements, slapping my back, “Under a minute. Nice…” I smile back at the two slayers. “I think that’s all the excitement this place is gonna give us tonight,” I sigh mockingly, “ let’s just go home.”
Max:
I wipe my sweaty palms in my jeans. I’m currently pacing below Liz’s balcony, waiting. Where the hell is she? I hear giggling coming from the street.
“This is a sad little town you got here Liz,” one of them teased.
“Yeah, well, it can’t be smaller than Sunnydale can it? And we all know how innocent that town seemed,” Liz replied.
“I guess,” the other conceded, “and I can’t believe we missed all that action by the way…” she trails off when she notices me.
“Hey, I… um, came to see you Liz.” I stutter. She gives me a half smile, and my heart skips a beat. Keep it together.
“You did?” she asks softly, and I nod. “Wanna come up?” I nod again, unable to speak at the moment. We all go up the ladder, and the girls disappear through the window with choruses of “goodnight Liz”. I watch them intently, still feeling the weird vibes coming off them, but as soon as I see Liz’s face, that train of thought stops abruptly.
“So what’s up Max?” she looks up at me with expectation. “It’s nothing alien related is it?” her voice drops to a whisper at the A word.
“No,” I respond, “I came here to talk about us.” She looks down at the ground. “There’s nothing to talk about Max. We can’t be together and that’s that. Your own mother said…” I cut her off. “I don’t care what my mother says. How can I be meant for someone I feel nothing for!”
“But Max, she’s your WIFE! Or have you forgotten?!” she cries almost menacingly, causing me to flinch.
“She was my wife,” I respond, “was being the operative word here. She and I were married or were engaged in our previous life!”
“ So what about your people Max? They need you.”
“And I can’t help them without you,” I look into her eyes, that are now filled with tears, “You complete me Liz, you’re my strength. I need to be with you. Tell me you’ll let me,” The tears have started to fall now. She grabs me and buries her face in my neck. I wrap my arms around her, and I feel better than I had all month.
“What about Tess,” she whispers, and I smile, “I already talked to her about this. She doesn’t love me. Nasedo just told her that she should, so many times that she started to believe it. She’s ok with this. Just feeling a little rejected I guess, but she knows I can never love her the way I love you.”
I can feel her smile on my shoulder. I pull away a bit, to look at her. She’s so beautiful. “You take my breath away,” I whisper as I lean in to kiss her. She smells like strawberries, just like I remembered. Our lips meet, but she pulls away quickly.
“What are your plans for lunch tomorrow?” she asks. I shrug. “I don’t have to work tomorrow. What did you have in mind?” My head is still thinking about our kiss. Why did she stop?
“Why don’t you stop by the Crashdown? We’ll have lunch together.”
Triss:
“So what was that all about Liz?” I ask softly. She’s sitting on her bed, her head down with hair covering her face. She looks up, and I see the tears freely flowing down from her brown eyes. “Oh my gosh, Liz, what happened.” She doesn’t respond. I quickly sit down beside her and pull her into an embrace.
“He said he wanted to be with me. He kissed me.”
“And that’s a bad thing because… Liz, I’m confused. Don’t you want to be with Max. You were really happy to see him this morning.”
“If we get back together, that means I have to tell him about this. My being a slayer. I don’t want to drag him into this. Then he’ll tell Michael, Isabel, and Tess, and I’ll have a lot of explaining to do.”
“Why is that a bad thing? You don’t want to tell him?” She’s either making this more complicated than it is, or whatever she’s hiding about them is complicating it. I wish she would tell us.
“I do, it’s just really…” “complicated,” I finish for her. She nods silently.
“I know that if he found out, he’d want to help, and I couldn’t stand if anything happened to him!”
“Oh Liz…”
***
THE NEXT DAY…
Xander:
“Well that’s interesting,” I mutter to myself as I pass a billboard with a giant green alien plastered on it. This must be a wild little town. No doubt these people are obsessed. Weirdoes.
I park in front of the alien themed restaurant the Crashdown where Liz worked. I open the door, and there she is, at the cash, giving an elderly woman her change. I smile. She looks so happy here, with her cute uniform complete with antenna. My thoughts are interrupted by a blonde in the same getup.
“Welcome to the Crashdown, how…” she doesn’t get to finish before Liz zooms past her and straight into my arms.
“Oh my God!” she cries, and all eyes turn to see us embracing. “I thought it would take you forever to get here!” Liz looks around self consciously, obviously realizing that everyone is looking at them.
“Xander, this is my friend Maria,” I shake her hand, “Maria, this is Xander, the one I’ve told you about.” Maria gives me a friendly smile. “Can you take care of things here for a while?” Liz asks her sweetly. Her smile vanishes. “Yeah, sure,” she mutters softly as she glances to her left to see a bunch of squabbling kids with their poor mother. Liz practically drags me toward a set of swinging doors in the back. Sorry Maria.
“I can’t believe you’re here!” Liz cries as she throws her arms around my neck, again. Must….breathe…. “Liz, oxygen becoming an issue.”
“Sorry,” she blushes prettily, “forgot about the super-human strength thing.” I chuckle softly. Sometimes this girl is just too much. “So where are the others? I need all your help setting up the training stuff at the house, and their going to be living there too… and plus, I’m not too good at the whole Martha Steward thing.”
“Their upstairs, first door to your left. I have to go back to help Maria, but just word of advice, try to steer clear of my mother…” Oh crap. What did I do this time? “Damn it Liz, what did you ‘accidentally’ tell her this time!” I growl. She gives me a sympathetic look, as she goes back through the door to the restaurant. Just perfect. What happened to the good ole days when we DIDN’T tell parents a thing.
Michael:
(Stepping out of the bathroom) Who was that?
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It's my Life: Buffy xover (M/L) - ch.4 - July 13
Chapter 4
Tess:
With Max, it always came down to one thing. Liz Parker. And there they are, having lunch, laughing, and having an animated conversation as Is and I walk through the Crashdown doors. Not surprising I guess. I mean her father does own the Crash. Was I expecting to avoid her by coming here?
We pass their table, unnoticed by either. It stings. Isabel gives me a sympathetic look over her menu, acknowledging my pain. I guess I knew from day one that he would choose her over me, but it still hurt when he confronted me about our “relationship”. It didn’t surprise me. He spent the whole time after she left moping. Sure I don’t love Max, but if he had given me a chance, maybe…nope. He still would have chosen her. Is there something wrong with me, why he didn’t want me when he was supposed to?
I hear Liz laugh out loud at something Max says, and it feels like a sharp pain deep in my heart. I know I never LOVED him, but then why does it hurt so much?
Liz:
“So these cousins of yours, they staying with you long?” Max asks casually, but I remember his talk with Alex, so I’m a little wary. I hope the cover story we came up with is believable…
“No. They’re brother just arrived, so they’ll be moving in with him in a few days.”
“They’re brother? Where are their parents?” I knew this one was coming.
“Their parents died in a car accident,” I reply softly. Close enough, besides them being related. Triss was living at a shelter when she became a slayer, and Emily’s parents were killed by the bringers that were sent after her.
“Jesus, I’m sorry. When did it happen?”
“Almost 60 days ago. They were crushed, and needed a change in scenery, you know…”
I look at my watch. Shit. “Ah, Max, I have to run. They’re moving their stuff into the house today, and I promised I’d be there.”
“Do they need any help? I could come with…”
“No, it’s ok,” I quickly cut him off, “Alex and Maria said they’d be there too, so we’ll have six capable hands.” I toss him a smile, “lunch was great, we have to do this again sometime.”
“At least let me drive you. Please, I insist.” He looks at me pleadingly.
“Fine, but let’s get going.”
Emily:
Where the hell is Liz? She’s ten minutes late, and I’m worried. Liz is never late, or at least not from my experience. Ah, here she is, with Max?
“Hey! You’re late!” Triss yells from the door, a box in hand. “Sorry,” she yells back. She turns to Max, says goodbye, and I watch as he turns his jeep around and leaves.
“So I take it lunch with Max went well then?” Triss asks, coming back outside to get another box, while I struggle with a large trunk. Liz grabs a punching bag out of the huge truck and we all head inside.
“Common, look at that sappy smile on her face. Of course things went well,” Xander replies, coming down the stairs. “Liz, the punching bag goes downstairs, in the basement, same with the trunk,” he adds, “Triss, what’s in the box?”
“Books.”
“Ok, then upstairs, first door to the left, just don’t knock anything over. Please.”
Liz and I share knowing looks as we head downstairs. Triss was clumsy, always falling down the stairs, tripping over things. It would have been funnier if they hadn’t always ended up cleaning huge messes.
I place the trunk in a corner, and head back up, with Liz right behind me. Triss comes down the stairs, and the three of us walk outside to get more stuff. “And how are my angels?” before I can turn around, Alex has draped his arms around the necks of Triss and I. “Angels?” Liz asks, grinning. “You know,” he responds, returning the grin, “three beautiful ladies who kick butt. You’re just like Charlie’s Angels.” He strikes a pose, hands together, like a gun as he looks from side to side dramatically. Triss giggles, I give him a look, one which he ignores, and Liz drops her box, she’s laughing so hard.
“Alex, you’re a nut,” Maria states, trying to pick up a box, but not succeeding, “Alex, make yourself useful, and help me out here.”
With all six of us, all our stuff gets brought into the house, and the larger pieces of furniture are set up. Each bedroom now had a bed, and the living room had a couch, and the TV was set up, even if it was propped on top of a couple boxes.
“So why Roswell?” Alex asks, looking around, “Why did you girls pick Roswell?”
“Well Liz lived here, and we didn’t really have any families to go back too,” Triss explains slowly, cause I sure as hell wasn’t going to! “We were all roommates in Cleve, and I guess we wanted to stick together.” She offers Alex a slight smile. “Everyone else had a home to go back to after the training, and those who weren't stayed near the the hellmouth in Cleveland.”
“I guess we can’t blame you,” Maria responds sadly, “I mean, you aren’t the first people to be sucked in by the Parker charm…” Liz pushes Maria off the box she was sitting on, lightening the mood in an instant. Everyone stifles their giggles quickly when Maria shoots us all the death glare.
Isabel:
“What’s all this about Michael?” I ask, agitated beyond belief. Is this going to happen every time someone new comes to town? I seriously hope not.
“We have to wait till Max gets here,” was Michael’s curt response. Sometimes being around Michael is tiring. This was one of those times.
“God! Finally!” I groan as Max steps through the door to Michael’s apartment. Michael had dragged Tess and I here saying it was important, then clamed up. “Now can we start?” Tess asks, sitting on the couch beside me. We both look up at Michael expectantly. This better be good. We were supposed to head over to the mall today.
“Another visitor arrived today at the Crashdown for Liz. It was a guy. I heard him talking to her in the back. They seemed real cozy,” Michael states pointedly looking straight at Max. I look over at him too, waiting for his reaction. He just nods.
“Yeah, she said her other cousin came today, Triss and Emily’s brother. So what’s your point?”
Michael, obviously disappointed that he hadn’t got a rise out of Max, “she made a reference to, I quote, ‘superhuman strength,’ when she hugged him and he said something about not being able to breathe cause she was gripping him too hard.”
“Again I ask, what’s your point Michael? It’s an expression,” Max is getting angry now, “Just because he says she’s really strong doesn’t mean anything Michael. He was probably just joking.” Michael’s being just paranoid, he should even see it by now.
“Fine, don’t believe me! Something’s up with Liz and her ‘family’, and I intend to find out what it is!” Michael’s yelling now.
“Leave Liz alone. Has she ever given us any reason to doubt her?” Max shouts back. They are now basically nose to nose here.
“But you agree something’s been off with her ever since she got back?” Michael says, backing off.
Tess, “I think she’s hiding something also Max.”
This is enough. “So what if she’s hiding something?” I ask, looking around at the faces around the room. I get to my feet. “Everyone has something to hide. We should know that better than anyone. If it’s important enough, she’ll tell us. Or at least Max,” I finish with a whisper. There’s a long silence.
“I don’t want any of you,” Max starts, looking directly at Michael, “to follow Liz around or investigate her. I trust her. Like Is says, if it’s important enough, she’ll tell us.”
Tess:
With Max, it always came down to one thing. Liz Parker. And there they are, having lunch, laughing, and having an animated conversation as Is and I walk through the Crashdown doors. Not surprising I guess. I mean her father does own the Crash. Was I expecting to avoid her by coming here?
We pass their table, unnoticed by either. It stings. Isabel gives me a sympathetic look over her menu, acknowledging my pain. I guess I knew from day one that he would choose her over me, but it still hurt when he confronted me about our “relationship”. It didn’t surprise me. He spent the whole time after she left moping. Sure I don’t love Max, but if he had given me a chance, maybe…nope. He still would have chosen her. Is there something wrong with me, why he didn’t want me when he was supposed to?
I hear Liz laugh out loud at something Max says, and it feels like a sharp pain deep in my heart. I know I never LOVED him, but then why does it hurt so much?
Liz:
“So these cousins of yours, they staying with you long?” Max asks casually, but I remember his talk with Alex, so I’m a little wary. I hope the cover story we came up with is believable…
“No. They’re brother just arrived, so they’ll be moving in with him in a few days.”
“They’re brother? Where are their parents?” I knew this one was coming.
“Their parents died in a car accident,” I reply softly. Close enough, besides them being related. Triss was living at a shelter when she became a slayer, and Emily’s parents were killed by the bringers that were sent after her.
“Jesus, I’m sorry. When did it happen?”
“Almost 60 days ago. They were crushed, and needed a change in scenery, you know…”
I look at my watch. Shit. “Ah, Max, I have to run. They’re moving their stuff into the house today, and I promised I’d be there.”
“Do they need any help? I could come with…”
“No, it’s ok,” I quickly cut him off, “Alex and Maria said they’d be there too, so we’ll have six capable hands.” I toss him a smile, “lunch was great, we have to do this again sometime.”
“At least let me drive you. Please, I insist.” He looks at me pleadingly.
“Fine, but let’s get going.”
Emily:
Where the hell is Liz? She’s ten minutes late, and I’m worried. Liz is never late, or at least not from my experience. Ah, here she is, with Max?
“Hey! You’re late!” Triss yells from the door, a box in hand. “Sorry,” she yells back. She turns to Max, says goodbye, and I watch as he turns his jeep around and leaves.
“So I take it lunch with Max went well then?” Triss asks, coming back outside to get another box, while I struggle with a large trunk. Liz grabs a punching bag out of the huge truck and we all head inside.
“Common, look at that sappy smile on her face. Of course things went well,” Xander replies, coming down the stairs. “Liz, the punching bag goes downstairs, in the basement, same with the trunk,” he adds, “Triss, what’s in the box?”
“Books.”
“Ok, then upstairs, first door to the left, just don’t knock anything over. Please.”
Liz and I share knowing looks as we head downstairs. Triss was clumsy, always falling down the stairs, tripping over things. It would have been funnier if they hadn’t always ended up cleaning huge messes.
I place the trunk in a corner, and head back up, with Liz right behind me. Triss comes down the stairs, and the three of us walk outside to get more stuff. “And how are my angels?” before I can turn around, Alex has draped his arms around the necks of Triss and I. “Angels?” Liz asks, grinning. “You know,” he responds, returning the grin, “three beautiful ladies who kick butt. You’re just like Charlie’s Angels.” He strikes a pose, hands together, like a gun as he looks from side to side dramatically. Triss giggles, I give him a look, one which he ignores, and Liz drops her box, she’s laughing so hard.
“Alex, you’re a nut,” Maria states, trying to pick up a box, but not succeeding, “Alex, make yourself useful, and help me out here.”
With all six of us, all our stuff gets brought into the house, and the larger pieces of furniture are set up. Each bedroom now had a bed, and the living room had a couch, and the TV was set up, even if it was propped on top of a couple boxes.
“So why Roswell?” Alex asks, looking around, “Why did you girls pick Roswell?”
“Well Liz lived here, and we didn’t really have any families to go back too,” Triss explains slowly, cause I sure as hell wasn’t going to! “We were all roommates in Cleve, and I guess we wanted to stick together.” She offers Alex a slight smile. “Everyone else had a home to go back to after the training, and those who weren't stayed near the the hellmouth in Cleveland.”
“I guess we can’t blame you,” Maria responds sadly, “I mean, you aren’t the first people to be sucked in by the Parker charm…” Liz pushes Maria off the box she was sitting on, lightening the mood in an instant. Everyone stifles their giggles quickly when Maria shoots us all the death glare.
Isabel:
“What’s all this about Michael?” I ask, agitated beyond belief. Is this going to happen every time someone new comes to town? I seriously hope not.
“We have to wait till Max gets here,” was Michael’s curt response. Sometimes being around Michael is tiring. This was one of those times.
“God! Finally!” I groan as Max steps through the door to Michael’s apartment. Michael had dragged Tess and I here saying it was important, then clamed up. “Now can we start?” Tess asks, sitting on the couch beside me. We both look up at Michael expectantly. This better be good. We were supposed to head over to the mall today.
“Another visitor arrived today at the Crashdown for Liz. It was a guy. I heard him talking to her in the back. They seemed real cozy,” Michael states pointedly looking straight at Max. I look over at him too, waiting for his reaction. He just nods.
“Yeah, she said her other cousin came today, Triss and Emily’s brother. So what’s your point?”
Michael, obviously disappointed that he hadn’t got a rise out of Max, “she made a reference to, I quote, ‘superhuman strength,’ when she hugged him and he said something about not being able to breathe cause she was gripping him too hard.”
“Again I ask, what’s your point Michael? It’s an expression,” Max is getting angry now, “Just because he says she’s really strong doesn’t mean anything Michael. He was probably just joking.” Michael’s being just paranoid, he should even see it by now.
“Fine, don’t believe me! Something’s up with Liz and her ‘family’, and I intend to find out what it is!” Michael’s yelling now.
“Leave Liz alone. Has she ever given us any reason to doubt her?” Max shouts back. They are now basically nose to nose here.
“But you agree something’s been off with her ever since she got back?” Michael says, backing off.
Tess, “I think she’s hiding something also Max.”
This is enough. “So what if she’s hiding something?” I ask, looking around at the faces around the room. I get to my feet. “Everyone has something to hide. We should know that better than anyone. If it’s important enough, she’ll tell us. Or at least Max,” I finish with a whisper. There’s a long silence.
“I don’t want any of you,” Max starts, looking directly at Michael, “to follow Liz around or investigate her. I trust her. Like Is says, if it’s important enough, she’ll tell us.”
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It's my Life: Buffy xover (M/L) - ch.5 - Aug. 19
Chapter 5
Maria:
They went patrolling without us, just left us here with Xander. I’m not delusional. Alex and I wouldn’t be any help, if anything we’d hinder them. It doesn’t make it suck any less though. I catch Alex’s eye, and I know he’s thinking along the same lines. Where do we fit in Liz’s new world?
“Xander,” He looks up from the bookshelf he’s assembling. “Maria, I already told you, the spell books are OFF LIMITS!”
“It’s not that,” I say quickly, “I was just wondering about something. Liz said that you were the best friend of that slayer. The one who changed the rules and such, the whole one in each generation thing, and that’s why you’re a watcher now. Did she ever let you go on patrol with her?”
Xander’s face softens, and he comes over to sit with us in the kitchen. “Not at first, but eventually. I had to gain her trust. Not that she didn’t trust me, she just didn’t trust that I could handle myself on the battlefield, you know,” Xander looks up at us grimly, “she saved my butt dozens of times. Liz just doesn’t want to put you in danger, and she doesn’t want to worry about you being in danger either.” I nod in understanding.
“You know what? Why don’t I do some basic weapons training with you guys? I can show you how to fire a crossbow without hurting yourself.”
“A crossbow!” Alex exclaims, “really? Are you sure we can handle it?” he asks turning to me.
“of course we can!” I admonish. “Can we do karate or something too?”
“One thing at a time,” Xander chuckles, “Liz is lucky to have friends like you guys. We’ll start tomorrow if that’s ok with you two.”
“I have to work tomorrow. How about early tomorrow morning? ,” I reply, “Alex?”
“Tomorrow morning is good for me too,” he says. I squirm in the uncomfortable silence.
“Are you going to get a job here? You do need money right?” I mean who is paying for this house?
“Yeah, I was into construction in Sunnydale, and I applied for a job here today, but I might become a guidance councilor at your school.”
“You can just ]become a guidance councilor?”
“Well, the Council has connections, even if it’s just being rebuilt. I should be able to pull a few strings. It’s a job that can keep me close to the girls. So I can pull them out of classes without turning heads. Either that or be a librarian” He shudders at the thought. Then Alex asks a question I really want an answer to.
“Why are you here? In Roswell. Aren’t there dozens of other slayers with no watcher?”
“Yeah, but Roswell is giving out this mystical vibe or something apparently. According to Willow. She said it wasn’t anything bad, but wanted me here with the girls just in case. That, and I kinda like small towns.”
“Our town gives off VIBES!” I basically shout, getting to my feet. Alex puts his hand on my shoulder, trying to stop me from getting hysterical.
“Sure, a lot of places do. It’s not unusual for slayers to grow up near mystical “hot spots”, so to speak. Most of the potentials lived near or around a hellmouth, I mean ten of the new slayers lived IN Cleveland. And since this is Liz’s home town, and Triss and Em wanted to stay with her, the people in Cleve decided to send me with them.”
“Anyway, I need to set my computer up,” Xander changes the subject before I can freak out or faint (which, I hadn’t decided yet), “and I heard that you, Alex, are the one I should talk to. And I was going to get a friend of mine to write this program for me, like an encyclopedia for demons so that I wouldn’t have to dig through the books EVERY time…”
I tune them out. There is only so much techno or book talk one can take, and being friends with both Alex and Liz, I passed that point a VERY long time ago.
Triss:
Roswell is so small. Cleveland was so different. But then again, Roswell didn’t have a hellmouth now did it?
“Geeze. What does it take to get a little action around here?” I ask under my breath.
“Aaaahhhhh….” The scream cuts through my thoughts.
“I had to open my mouth didn’t I?” We dash down the street, and skid to a halt when we reach the alley between the hardware store and the florist’s. A headless corpse is lying on the ground. It was some poor schmuck wearing a tracksuit. There’s blood everywhere. This can’t be good.
We hear a rustling noise, and a creature jumps out from behind the dumpster, something in hand. It jumps clear over the chain-link fence and dashes away from us. Quickly I follow pursuit, jumping over the fence and sprinting forward. I hear the other girls close behind me. I stop. It’s a dead end. Where did he go?
I hear heavy breathing beside me, and there he is. Grey, scaly, slimy, AND the bad breath. Beautiful. He takes a swing at me, but misses, and I kick him in his side as he loses his balance. Quickly getting back to his feet he growls, throwing his arm back, connecting with Emily’s face, and sending her soaring over our heads right into the brick wall of the hardware store, finally landing with a thud on the concrete. Liz lands a roundhouse in his stomach.
“I’m going after him,” I nod mutely, rushing to Em’s side. “Make sure she’s ok,” I hear Liz yell back at me as she runs after the retreating demon, hot on its heels.
“Em, can you hear me?” Her eyes are closed, but I feel her stir. She has a gash underneath her right eye, and there’s blood trickling out of her nose.
“Triss?” she says quietly, her eyes fluttering open, and trying to sit up.
“You gave me a scare there. You ok?” I give her a once over, but she seems unharmed.
“Yeah, just help me up.” She gets up gingerly to her feet, wincing slightly. “I think I sprained my ankle on the way down,” she gives me a slight smile. “He took me out in one hit! That’s just embarrassing…” I grin inwardly at her frown as I walk, and she hobbles, down the alley.
Xander:
What a night. Thank God Maria and Alex went home an hour ago. I don’t think they’d want to hear about this.
“Can you vague it up a bit? I’m pretty sure I can find hundreds of demons who are ugly and smelly Em,” I state, impatiently.
“It was dark!” She protests with a pout, “and it threw me into a wall! Not that you care.”
“It was grey and scaly,” Triss describes, cutting in before it can get ugly, “it was about 6 feet tall. I think,” pause, “what do you think Liz?” she goes back to dressing Emily’s wound. Finally! I start scribbling notes in my pad.
“That’s about right,” Liz replies. “It had long curved fingernails too, and brown eyes.”
“What more can you tell me about it’s face?”
“Um,” Liz starts chewing on her bottom lip, “It had a really flat nose, almost non-existent. It had like two little slits for a nose, same with the mouth. Just a slit. No lips. And, uh… I don’t know.” She rubs her hand over her face.
“Clothes?”
“None.”
“Ok, I can work with what you’ve given me. You said it took that person’s head!?” Morbid much.
“Yup, but it didn’t look like he cut it off. It was more like he just tore it off the body.” I nod, writing that down.
“Markings on the body?”
“No."
“Alright, I’ll see what I can do with this, They’ll probably have it in the paper tomorrow. Liz, you said you lost it near the cemetery?”
“Yeah, it was really light on it’s toes.”
“Ok, I’ll get on this and call you in the morning. We have research and training to do. Tomorrow morning, bright and early. Bring Alex and Maria.” They all nod sleepily, not protesting whatsoever. “Need a ride? You shouldn’t really be walking Emily.”
“Yeah, sure.”
I look at my watch. 2:37 am. Nancy is going to kill me!
Maria:
They went patrolling without us, just left us here with Xander. I’m not delusional. Alex and I wouldn’t be any help, if anything we’d hinder them. It doesn’t make it suck any less though. I catch Alex’s eye, and I know he’s thinking along the same lines. Where do we fit in Liz’s new world?
“Xander,” He looks up from the bookshelf he’s assembling. “Maria, I already told you, the spell books are OFF LIMITS!”
“It’s not that,” I say quickly, “I was just wondering about something. Liz said that you were the best friend of that slayer. The one who changed the rules and such, the whole one in each generation thing, and that’s why you’re a watcher now. Did she ever let you go on patrol with her?”
Xander’s face softens, and he comes over to sit with us in the kitchen. “Not at first, but eventually. I had to gain her trust. Not that she didn’t trust me, she just didn’t trust that I could handle myself on the battlefield, you know,” Xander looks up at us grimly, “she saved my butt dozens of times. Liz just doesn’t want to put you in danger, and she doesn’t want to worry about you being in danger either.” I nod in understanding.
“You know what? Why don’t I do some basic weapons training with you guys? I can show you how to fire a crossbow without hurting yourself.”
“A crossbow!” Alex exclaims, “really? Are you sure we can handle it?” he asks turning to me.
“of course we can!” I admonish. “Can we do karate or something too?”
“One thing at a time,” Xander chuckles, “Liz is lucky to have friends like you guys. We’ll start tomorrow if that’s ok with you two.”
“I have to work tomorrow. How about early tomorrow morning? ,” I reply, “Alex?”
“Tomorrow morning is good for me too,” he says. I squirm in the uncomfortable silence.
“Are you going to get a job here? You do need money right?” I mean who is paying for this house?
“Yeah, I was into construction in Sunnydale, and I applied for a job here today, but I might become a guidance councilor at your school.”
“You can just ]become a guidance councilor?”
“Well, the Council has connections, even if it’s just being rebuilt. I should be able to pull a few strings. It’s a job that can keep me close to the girls. So I can pull them out of classes without turning heads. Either that or be a librarian” He shudders at the thought. Then Alex asks a question I really want an answer to.
“Why are you here? In Roswell. Aren’t there dozens of other slayers with no watcher?”
“Yeah, but Roswell is giving out this mystical vibe or something apparently. According to Willow. She said it wasn’t anything bad, but wanted me here with the girls just in case. That, and I kinda like small towns.”
“Our town gives off VIBES!” I basically shout, getting to my feet. Alex puts his hand on my shoulder, trying to stop me from getting hysterical.
“Sure, a lot of places do. It’s not unusual for slayers to grow up near mystical “hot spots”, so to speak. Most of the potentials lived near or around a hellmouth, I mean ten of the new slayers lived IN Cleveland. And since this is Liz’s home town, and Triss and Em wanted to stay with her, the people in Cleve decided to send me with them.”
“Anyway, I need to set my computer up,” Xander changes the subject before I can freak out or faint (which, I hadn’t decided yet), “and I heard that you, Alex, are the one I should talk to. And I was going to get a friend of mine to write this program for me, like an encyclopedia for demons so that I wouldn’t have to dig through the books EVERY time…”
I tune them out. There is only so much techno or book talk one can take, and being friends with both Alex and Liz, I passed that point a VERY long time ago.
Triss:
Roswell is so small. Cleveland was so different. But then again, Roswell didn’t have a hellmouth now did it?
“Geeze. What does it take to get a little action around here?” I ask under my breath.
“Aaaahhhhh….” The scream cuts through my thoughts.
“I had to open my mouth didn’t I?” We dash down the street, and skid to a halt when we reach the alley between the hardware store and the florist’s. A headless corpse is lying on the ground. It was some poor schmuck wearing a tracksuit. There’s blood everywhere. This can’t be good.
We hear a rustling noise, and a creature jumps out from behind the dumpster, something in hand. It jumps clear over the chain-link fence and dashes away from us. Quickly I follow pursuit, jumping over the fence and sprinting forward. I hear the other girls close behind me. I stop. It’s a dead end. Where did he go?
I hear heavy breathing beside me, and there he is. Grey, scaly, slimy, AND the bad breath. Beautiful. He takes a swing at me, but misses, and I kick him in his side as he loses his balance. Quickly getting back to his feet he growls, throwing his arm back, connecting with Emily’s face, and sending her soaring over our heads right into the brick wall of the hardware store, finally landing with a thud on the concrete. Liz lands a roundhouse in his stomach.
“I’m going after him,” I nod mutely, rushing to Em’s side. “Make sure she’s ok,” I hear Liz yell back at me as she runs after the retreating demon, hot on its heels.
“Em, can you hear me?” Her eyes are closed, but I feel her stir. She has a gash underneath her right eye, and there’s blood trickling out of her nose.
“Triss?” she says quietly, her eyes fluttering open, and trying to sit up.
“You gave me a scare there. You ok?” I give her a once over, but she seems unharmed.
“Yeah, just help me up.” She gets up gingerly to her feet, wincing slightly. “I think I sprained my ankle on the way down,” she gives me a slight smile. “He took me out in one hit! That’s just embarrassing…” I grin inwardly at her frown as I walk, and she hobbles, down the alley.
Xander:
What a night. Thank God Maria and Alex went home an hour ago. I don’t think they’d want to hear about this.
“Can you vague it up a bit? I’m pretty sure I can find hundreds of demons who are ugly and smelly Em,” I state, impatiently.
“It was dark!” She protests with a pout, “and it threw me into a wall! Not that you care.”
“It was grey and scaly,” Triss describes, cutting in before it can get ugly, “it was about 6 feet tall. I think,” pause, “what do you think Liz?” she goes back to dressing Emily’s wound. Finally! I start scribbling notes in my pad.
“That’s about right,” Liz replies. “It had long curved fingernails too, and brown eyes.”
“What more can you tell me about it’s face?”
“Um,” Liz starts chewing on her bottom lip, “It had a really flat nose, almost non-existent. It had like two little slits for a nose, same with the mouth. Just a slit. No lips. And, uh… I don’t know.” She rubs her hand over her face.
“Clothes?”
“None.”
“Ok, I can work with what you’ve given me. You said it took that person’s head!?” Morbid much.
“Yup, but it didn’t look like he cut it off. It was more like he just tore it off the body.” I nod, writing that down.
“Markings on the body?”
“No."
“Alright, I’ll see what I can do with this, They’ll probably have it in the paper tomorrow. Liz, you said you lost it near the cemetery?”
“Yeah, it was really light on it’s toes.”
“Ok, I’ll get on this and call you in the morning. We have research and training to do. Tomorrow morning, bright and early. Bring Alex and Maria.” They all nod sleepily, not protesting whatsoever. “Need a ride? You shouldn’t really be walking Emily.”
“Yeah, sure.”
I look at my watch. 2:37 am. Nancy is going to kill me!
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It's My Life: Ros/Buffy xover - ch.6 - Sept.3
Chapter 6
Liz:
This morning had been a success. We found out the type of demon who killed that man, even with our sucky descriptions. It took us forever, but the head thing gave it away. It's a Maca -something or rather (too hard to pronounce). It’s a demon that uses human heads in its mating ritual. GROSS! Just thinking about it gives me the willies. Apparently the thing needs five of them, so we have to track it down tonight before it can kill four other people. These things are nasty. We don’t need more of them in this town.
“Did you want to order anything Liz?” Maria asks, tapping her pen on her pad. She snaps me out of my train of thought. It’s my day off, so I’m sitting at the counter in the restaurant reading the article on that headless body from last night. According to the article, no marks on the body. It’s not lunchtime yet. It’s like 10:30.
“Maria, you look exhausted. Maybe that training thing with Xander isn’t such a good idea.” There are bags under her eyes, and it looks like she’s about to topple over on the spot.
“You didn’t answer my question Liz, did you want anything?” I shake my head. “I’m meeting the girls here for lunch. They stayed at Xander’s a little longer then we did. I’m going to wait for them.”
Maria and Alex had come to Xander’s house with me and the other slayers this morning and he had Emily (who is the best with the crossbows) teach them how to shoot. Then they helped with the research. Add that to less than 5 hours of sleep and working a shift and a half at the Crashdown, by the end of the day, it won’t be pretty. Maria stubbornly shakes her head.
“It was great! What are you talking about? I can now hit a moving target with a crossbow thank you very much! I think it was a great idea.” I give her a look, but shrug. If that’s what she wants to do. With her knowing about me, I think the training is great, but right now she looks pooped. And I see I’m not the only one who’s noticed. Michael is at the grill staring at Maria, concern evident. Great, this is just what we need.
“I’m still going to talk to Xander. Your sessions shouldn’t be so early, especially when we’re in research mode.”
“ Fine,” she says with a groan, “but we are not stopping the weapons training.” I nod in agreement. Her and Alex had made a lot of progress. Xander was surprised that they hadn’t done this before.
There’s hardly anyone here yet, only an old couple at the window, and some guy at a booth, so Maria sits down with me. “You’re wearing a cross I see…” instinctively her hand comes up to her chest, and she smiles, “yeah, Xander gave one to Alex and me.”
“Holy water?” She reaches into her pocket, and I see the top of a bottle. “Stake?”
“In my purse,” she replies with a smile, “can’t be too prepared, right?” she asks.
I immediately feel guilty for bringing her and Alex into the whole demons and monsters thing, but I stop. There is no way I’m going to start acting like Max. There will be no guilt trip, I promise myself.
And speak of the devil; there he is, coming through the Crashdown doors. His eyes sweep the Crash, and his eyes land on me. I give him a tentative smile, and he comes over to the counter to sit down beside me. Maria gives me a look and takes her leave.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
We sit there in awkward silence. “So you heard about it?” he points to the newspaper in front of me. “Poor guy. Wonder who did it, I mean who takes a guy’s head!” I nod mutely. Not who, what.
“Yeah,” I say finally, “who would do that.” We lapse into silence again, and again, he breaks it.
“I really enjoyed lunch yesterday,” he says, “do you want to go out with me again tonight?” YES! I want to shout, but I stop myself. I have to go track down that demon tonight. Being a slayer really kills your social life.
“Sorry, but I have plans,” I see his face fall at my answer. His hand is on the counter, and I take it in mine. “I have to help the girls move in with Xander tonight. How about tomorrow night?” His face lights up again, and I almost laugh at the boyish expression. “That would be great. Dinner and a movie?” I nod, smiling at his exuberance.
Maria shows up again, “would you like to order, Max?”
“No, just came by to say hi to Liz. I got to go to work now, see you girls later.” He makes his retreat with a silly grin on his face, which triggers my own.
“Girl, you are SO far gone. When are you going to tell him?” My smile is gone immediately. “I don’t know. I’m not even sure I should. It would just put him in more danger.”
It may seem like a lame excuse, but I know the dangers of my job, and I know Max, and I’m telling you that in my world, he could get himself killed. I also know that I love him, and he’ll find out eventually. Either from me or from Michael (he’s the suspicious one, and that coupled with the questions he’s been asking Maria about my ‘family’ I know I’m in trouble).
I just don’t know what I would say. It’s just this huge confusing mess, and I don’t need that right now. I know he knows something’s up with me, and hasn’t pushed it. And I love him all the more for that.
Maria is giving me a look that I’m not really liking, “I will tell him,” I say finally, “I just don’t know when.” She nods and goes back to get some food for table 6. I lean my forehead on the counter. “Why isn’t anything easy anymore? Even being honest?” I ask with a sigh.
But I know the answer. One name that stops me from wanting to tell anyone, even Maria and Alex. But I had already told them before it happened.
“Is this about Kristy?’ I hear Maria asked in a hushed whisper. Michael chooses that moment to call “order up!” and all further conversation is stopped. Thank God!
Michael:
“Maria, are you sure you’re ok?” I ask for the fifth time today. “I’m fine,” she snaps quickly, and rushes off with her orders. I sigh, SOMEONE’S in a bad mood today. She almost took my head off when I asked about Liz’s cousins.
“I’m taking my break!” Maria announces loudly, and plops herself on the couch in the back. I hear someone coming down the stairs, and quickly go back to flipping burgers. Why is she so tired today?
“Maria, you look so tired,” the person says. No shit Sherlock. It’s one of Liz’s relatives. “We overdid it this morning didn’t we? Next time tell me you have work!” What did they overdo?
“Deal, but why does everyone want to tell me I look like ass today?” Liz’s cousin giggles. “They’re just worried about you Maria.”
“I should be asking how you are doing. How’s the eye? And the ankle? He got you good last night, or so Triss tells me.” I hear Maria ask.
“This? It’s just a scratch. I don’t think that Triss is going to let me forget that anytime soon, eh? The good thing about being chosen though, the fast healing,” she says, making light of her injuries. Wonder what happened to her.
“Yeah, that and the Crouching Tiger moves, right Em?”
Maria must have done something funny, cause I hear Emily laugh.
“What are you doing here anyway? Didn’t you just have lunch with the others?”
“Yeah, but we’re finished. I just needed to grab some things I forgot.”
“You’re going to move over to Xan’s today?”
“Yeah. Anyway, I have to go catch up to the others. See you tonight Ria?”
“Yep, I’ll be there.”
“Nervous? Don’t be. You kicked ass this morning.”
“Ya… see you tonight.”
Emily passes me on her way out, and I notice the cut above her eye that looks like it’s already disappearing. Ok now I know that something is up. Maria comes back to work in a couple minutes. I know she’s not going to tell me anything. Neither is Alex. Isabel, Tess, and Max don’t seem to be all that interested. I guess I’ll have to find out on my own.
Liz:
This morning had been a success. We found out the type of demon who killed that man, even with our sucky descriptions. It took us forever, but the head thing gave it away. It's a Maca -something or rather (too hard to pronounce). It’s a demon that uses human heads in its mating ritual. GROSS! Just thinking about it gives me the willies. Apparently the thing needs five of them, so we have to track it down tonight before it can kill four other people. These things are nasty. We don’t need more of them in this town.
“Did you want to order anything Liz?” Maria asks, tapping her pen on her pad. She snaps me out of my train of thought. It’s my day off, so I’m sitting at the counter in the restaurant reading the article on that headless body from last night. According to the article, no marks on the body. It’s not lunchtime yet. It’s like 10:30.
“Maria, you look exhausted. Maybe that training thing with Xander isn’t such a good idea.” There are bags under her eyes, and it looks like she’s about to topple over on the spot.
“You didn’t answer my question Liz, did you want anything?” I shake my head. “I’m meeting the girls here for lunch. They stayed at Xander’s a little longer then we did. I’m going to wait for them.”
Maria and Alex had come to Xander’s house with me and the other slayers this morning and he had Emily (who is the best with the crossbows) teach them how to shoot. Then they helped with the research. Add that to less than 5 hours of sleep and working a shift and a half at the Crashdown, by the end of the day, it won’t be pretty. Maria stubbornly shakes her head.
“It was great! What are you talking about? I can now hit a moving target with a crossbow thank you very much! I think it was a great idea.” I give her a look, but shrug. If that’s what she wants to do. With her knowing about me, I think the training is great, but right now she looks pooped. And I see I’m not the only one who’s noticed. Michael is at the grill staring at Maria, concern evident. Great, this is just what we need.
“I’m still going to talk to Xander. Your sessions shouldn’t be so early, especially when we’re in research mode.”
“ Fine,” she says with a groan, “but we are not stopping the weapons training.” I nod in agreement. Her and Alex had made a lot of progress. Xander was surprised that they hadn’t done this before.
There’s hardly anyone here yet, only an old couple at the window, and some guy at a booth, so Maria sits down with me. “You’re wearing a cross I see…” instinctively her hand comes up to her chest, and she smiles, “yeah, Xander gave one to Alex and me.”
“Holy water?” She reaches into her pocket, and I see the top of a bottle. “Stake?”
“In my purse,” she replies with a smile, “can’t be too prepared, right?” she asks.
I immediately feel guilty for bringing her and Alex into the whole demons and monsters thing, but I stop. There is no way I’m going to start acting like Max. There will be no guilt trip, I promise myself.
And speak of the devil; there he is, coming through the Crashdown doors. His eyes sweep the Crash, and his eyes land on me. I give him a tentative smile, and he comes over to the counter to sit down beside me. Maria gives me a look and takes her leave.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
We sit there in awkward silence. “So you heard about it?” he points to the newspaper in front of me. “Poor guy. Wonder who did it, I mean who takes a guy’s head!” I nod mutely. Not who, what.
“Yeah,” I say finally, “who would do that.” We lapse into silence again, and again, he breaks it.
“I really enjoyed lunch yesterday,” he says, “do you want to go out with me again tonight?” YES! I want to shout, but I stop myself. I have to go track down that demon tonight. Being a slayer really kills your social life.
“Sorry, but I have plans,” I see his face fall at my answer. His hand is on the counter, and I take it in mine. “I have to help the girls move in with Xander tonight. How about tomorrow night?” His face lights up again, and I almost laugh at the boyish expression. “That would be great. Dinner and a movie?” I nod, smiling at his exuberance.
Maria shows up again, “would you like to order, Max?”
“No, just came by to say hi to Liz. I got to go to work now, see you girls later.” He makes his retreat with a silly grin on his face, which triggers my own.
“Girl, you are SO far gone. When are you going to tell him?” My smile is gone immediately. “I don’t know. I’m not even sure I should. It would just put him in more danger.”
It may seem like a lame excuse, but I know the dangers of my job, and I know Max, and I’m telling you that in my world, he could get himself killed. I also know that I love him, and he’ll find out eventually. Either from me or from Michael (he’s the suspicious one, and that coupled with the questions he’s been asking Maria about my ‘family’ I know I’m in trouble).
I just don’t know what I would say. It’s just this huge confusing mess, and I don’t need that right now. I know he knows something’s up with me, and hasn’t pushed it. And I love him all the more for that.
Maria is giving me a look that I’m not really liking, “I will tell him,” I say finally, “I just don’t know when.” She nods and goes back to get some food for table 6. I lean my forehead on the counter. “Why isn’t anything easy anymore? Even being honest?” I ask with a sigh.
But I know the answer. One name that stops me from wanting to tell anyone, even Maria and Alex. But I had already told them before it happened.
“Is this about Kristy?’ I hear Maria asked in a hushed whisper. Michael chooses that moment to call “order up!” and all further conversation is stopped. Thank God!
Michael:
“Maria, are you sure you’re ok?” I ask for the fifth time today. “I’m fine,” she snaps quickly, and rushes off with her orders. I sigh, SOMEONE’S in a bad mood today. She almost took my head off when I asked about Liz’s cousins.
“I’m taking my break!” Maria announces loudly, and plops herself on the couch in the back. I hear someone coming down the stairs, and quickly go back to flipping burgers. Why is she so tired today?
“Maria, you look so tired,” the person says. No shit Sherlock. It’s one of Liz’s relatives. “We overdid it this morning didn’t we? Next time tell me you have work!” What did they overdo?
“Deal, but why does everyone want to tell me I look like ass today?” Liz’s cousin giggles. “They’re just worried about you Maria.”
“I should be asking how you are doing. How’s the eye? And the ankle? He got you good last night, or so Triss tells me.” I hear Maria ask.
“This? It’s just a scratch. I don’t think that Triss is going to let me forget that anytime soon, eh? The good thing about being chosen though, the fast healing,” she says, making light of her injuries. Wonder what happened to her.
“Yeah, that and the Crouching Tiger moves, right Em?”
Maria must have done something funny, cause I hear Emily laugh.
“What are you doing here anyway? Didn’t you just have lunch with the others?”
“Yeah, but we’re finished. I just needed to grab some things I forgot.”
“You’re going to move over to Xan’s today?”
“Yeah. Anyway, I have to go catch up to the others. See you tonight Ria?”
“Yep, I’ll be there.”
“Nervous? Don’t be. You kicked ass this morning.”
“Ya… see you tonight.”
Emily passes me on her way out, and I notice the cut above her eye that looks like it’s already disappearing. Ok now I know that something is up. Maria comes back to work in a couple minutes. I know she’s not going to tell me anything. Neither is Alex. Isabel, Tess, and Max don’t seem to be all that interested. I guess I’ll have to find out on my own.
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Chapter 7
Michael:
“Ya, I’m closing tonight… you won’t regret this, I promise… I know, we’ll be careful and keep out of your way… I love you, I love you, I love you, and you won’t be disappointed… I won’t forget… ya … I’m not stupid, I’ll wait inside… ok, see you guys tonight…bye.” Maria hangs up the phone
So something was going down tonight. I bet Liz or one of her cousins are picking her up. Damn it! What are they hiding? What if it’s dangerous? What if Maria gets hurt? She’s the only one who’s ever… I can’t let anything happen to her!
~~~~~~~~~~ 10pm ~~~~~~~~~~~
“Hey, Michel. Can I get a ride home?” Isabel asks me with a smile, “Tess dropped me off earlier, but the sheriff called her home because of some emergency. Please Michael. Please, please, please?”
“Sorry Is. I have to stay to clean the grill, then I have somewhere I gotta be.” She gives me a pout. “Fine then, I guess I’ll just WALK home. Alone. At night.”
“You go do that,” I reply, not really paying any attention as I see Maria in the back. She’s toting a black duffel bag and wearing track pants and a t-shirt, with her hair in a messy bun. She looked hot. Ok, she’s wearing typical gym wear. Maybe she’s going to do yoga or something. Maybe I was wrong. Might as well follow her anyway, just in case.
“Grrr… bye Michael!” Isabel shouts over her shoulder as she walks toward the door. Did she just growl at me?
I look around, making sure no one’s watching, then wave my hand over the grill, leaving it spotless. The training with Tess we’ve all been doing lately has sure paid off…
“You locking up Maria?” I ask.
“Yeah, you can leave,” she hollers back.
It’s dark out. I cross the street, and duck behind a car. I watch as Maria turns off the lights, then stands pacing inside the restaurant. I hope to God this isn’t alien related.
A black SUV pulls up infront of the restaurant, blocking my view. Ten seconds later it leaves, and the Crashdown is now empty. Shit. I get on motorcycle and follow the mysterious vehicle.
The cemetery? What the hell are they… did they come to see Claudia Parker? Wait a sec… is that a sword! HOLY SHIT! Crossbows! Ok, deep breaths. What are they doing! They all head into the cemetery. They, being Liz, Emily, Triss, Maria, Alex, and her other cousin (what’s his name again?).
I quickly cross the street and I look around. There’s no one’s around, so I head in the direction they had been going in. I look around and I don’t see them anywhere. I stop to listen, but nothing, just the sound of the wind. I decide to hide in the bushes near the exit, maybe I’ll catch them coming out…
5 minutes…
10 minutes…
20 minutes…
I shift uncomfortably and a twig snaps underneath my feet with a loud CRACK. Smooth Guerin. That’s when I hear it, someone starting a car. I jump out of the bushes and run the entrance, but they are already gone, the SUV turning the corner down the street. Damn. How did they know that I was following them?
Bet Max will be pissed about this, but hey, it’s not like they’ve been honest or anything. I exit quickly and hop on my bike. “Told you Maxwell,” I think to myself as I head over to his house.
Isabel:
The cool night air swirls around my body, and I pick up the pace. I can’t believe that jerk wouldn’t give me a ride, and now I have to walk home! Michael is soooo not having nice dreams anytime soon! Busy my ass! He just wanted alone time with Maria!
I chill runs down my spine, and I jerk my head to the left and the right. All the windows are dark, and no one’s around. I feel my hair prickling at my neck. Ok, maybe I’m being a little paranoid. Apart from aliens, what else could be lurking in the shadows of Roswell, right? The thought of aliens does not calm me. It does the opposite. I tense even more.
I’m about to turn the corner when I hear a muffled cry. I stop, pinpointing the person in distress. A man was holding a girl against her car, one hand holding her arms above her head, the other at her mouth, muffling her sobs. They were just down the street. His head is hovering above her neck.
I run to her aid. “Let her go,” I say, feeling confident.
“Go away little girl,” he sneers, as I walk closer, “you don’t know what you’re dealing with.” I take another step toward them and he turns around to face me, unknowingly loosening his grip on the girl. She knees him in the stomach and takes off crying brokenly down the street, leaving me staring at the man’s face.
He had a wrinkled-looking forehead, yellowish eyes, and sharp teeth. This thing is ugly, and NOT human.
“You helped my dinner get away,” the creature said slowly, “but you’ll do good as her replacement.” With a cocky grin he lunges after me. I side step his attack, grab him by the back of his shirt, and send him flying down the sidewalk (with an alien boost), his face connecting with the pavement.
He gets up slowly, menacingly, “Slayer,” he hisses at me. Slayer? “Did you bring some friends too? You all seem to travel in packs now-a-days.” He stalks towards me. “You a newbie? Shouldn’t you be trying to stake me by now?” He must not see the BLANK expression on my face because he’s now a foot from me, and still hasn’t realized I have no idea what he’s talking about. He smiles at my lack of response, and I tense as he comes even closer. I can tell he likes making me uncomfortable.
“You might as well not have come here,” he says slowly, coming even closer, taking advantage of my inability to move at the moment “A new one will be born. You can’t stop it. No one can.” His arm snaps forward, connecting with my face, and sending me into a tree nearby. I lay in a crumpled heap on the grass.
“I’m a little disappointed. Aren’t you supposed to be all ‘chosen’ or whatnot?” He lifts me off the ground and crushes me into his chest, my arms trapped between us. I can’t breathe. “I heard having a slayer gives you a rush,” he whispers softly in my ear, tightening his grip on me. I gasp for air. “Let’s find out shall we?”
His head slowly descends toward my neck. Hell no! I blast him before his teeth can sink into my neck. There’s a flash of light and he gets thrown backwards with a cry of pain, and lands on the street with a thud. Whoa.
A dog starts braking loudly, and the lights turn on in the house beside me. Shit. I glance where my attacker had landed, and he’s not there. That’s not good…
I take off running down the street to my house. Max is not going to like this. Looks like there’s a new breed of alien in town.
Michael:
“Ya, I’m closing tonight… you won’t regret this, I promise… I know, we’ll be careful and keep out of your way… I love you, I love you, I love you, and you won’t be disappointed… I won’t forget… ya … I’m not stupid, I’ll wait inside… ok, see you guys tonight…bye.” Maria hangs up the phone
So something was going down tonight. I bet Liz or one of her cousins are picking her up. Damn it! What are they hiding? What if it’s dangerous? What if Maria gets hurt? She’s the only one who’s ever… I can’t let anything happen to her!
~~~~~~~~~~ 10pm ~~~~~~~~~~~
“Hey, Michel. Can I get a ride home?” Isabel asks me with a smile, “Tess dropped me off earlier, but the sheriff called her home because of some emergency. Please Michael. Please, please, please?”
“Sorry Is. I have to stay to clean the grill, then I have somewhere I gotta be.” She gives me a pout. “Fine then, I guess I’ll just WALK home. Alone. At night.”
“You go do that,” I reply, not really paying any attention as I see Maria in the back. She’s toting a black duffel bag and wearing track pants and a t-shirt, with her hair in a messy bun. She looked hot. Ok, she’s wearing typical gym wear. Maybe she’s going to do yoga or something. Maybe I was wrong. Might as well follow her anyway, just in case.
“Grrr… bye Michael!” Isabel shouts over her shoulder as she walks toward the door. Did she just growl at me?
I look around, making sure no one’s watching, then wave my hand over the grill, leaving it spotless. The training with Tess we’ve all been doing lately has sure paid off…
“You locking up Maria?” I ask.
“Yeah, you can leave,” she hollers back.
It’s dark out. I cross the street, and duck behind a car. I watch as Maria turns off the lights, then stands pacing inside the restaurant. I hope to God this isn’t alien related.
A black SUV pulls up infront of the restaurant, blocking my view. Ten seconds later it leaves, and the Crashdown is now empty. Shit. I get on motorcycle and follow the mysterious vehicle.
The cemetery? What the hell are they… did they come to see Claudia Parker? Wait a sec… is that a sword! HOLY SHIT! Crossbows! Ok, deep breaths. What are they doing! They all head into the cemetery. They, being Liz, Emily, Triss, Maria, Alex, and her other cousin (what’s his name again?).
I quickly cross the street and I look around. There’s no one’s around, so I head in the direction they had been going in. I look around and I don’t see them anywhere. I stop to listen, but nothing, just the sound of the wind. I decide to hide in the bushes near the exit, maybe I’ll catch them coming out…
5 minutes…
10 minutes…
20 minutes…
I shift uncomfortably and a twig snaps underneath my feet with a loud CRACK. Smooth Guerin. That’s when I hear it, someone starting a car. I jump out of the bushes and run the entrance, but they are already gone, the SUV turning the corner down the street. Damn. How did they know that I was following them?
Bet Max will be pissed about this, but hey, it’s not like they’ve been honest or anything. I exit quickly and hop on my bike. “Told you Maxwell,” I think to myself as I head over to his house.
Isabel:
The cool night air swirls around my body, and I pick up the pace. I can’t believe that jerk wouldn’t give me a ride, and now I have to walk home! Michael is soooo not having nice dreams anytime soon! Busy my ass! He just wanted alone time with Maria!
I chill runs down my spine, and I jerk my head to the left and the right. All the windows are dark, and no one’s around. I feel my hair prickling at my neck. Ok, maybe I’m being a little paranoid. Apart from aliens, what else could be lurking in the shadows of Roswell, right? The thought of aliens does not calm me. It does the opposite. I tense even more.
I’m about to turn the corner when I hear a muffled cry. I stop, pinpointing the person in distress. A man was holding a girl against her car, one hand holding her arms above her head, the other at her mouth, muffling her sobs. They were just down the street. His head is hovering above her neck.
I run to her aid. “Let her go,” I say, feeling confident.
“Go away little girl,” he sneers, as I walk closer, “you don’t know what you’re dealing with.” I take another step toward them and he turns around to face me, unknowingly loosening his grip on the girl. She knees him in the stomach and takes off crying brokenly down the street, leaving me staring at the man’s face.
He had a wrinkled-looking forehead, yellowish eyes, and sharp teeth. This thing is ugly, and NOT human.
“You helped my dinner get away,” the creature said slowly, “but you’ll do good as her replacement.” With a cocky grin he lunges after me. I side step his attack, grab him by the back of his shirt, and send him flying down the sidewalk (with an alien boost), his face connecting with the pavement.
He gets up slowly, menacingly, “Slayer,” he hisses at me. Slayer? “Did you bring some friends too? You all seem to travel in packs now-a-days.” He stalks towards me. “You a newbie? Shouldn’t you be trying to stake me by now?” He must not see the BLANK expression on my face because he’s now a foot from me, and still hasn’t realized I have no idea what he’s talking about. He smiles at my lack of response, and I tense as he comes even closer. I can tell he likes making me uncomfortable.
“You might as well not have come here,” he says slowly, coming even closer, taking advantage of my inability to move at the moment “A new one will be born. You can’t stop it. No one can.” His arm snaps forward, connecting with my face, and sending me into a tree nearby. I lay in a crumpled heap on the grass.
“I’m a little disappointed. Aren’t you supposed to be all ‘chosen’ or whatnot?” He lifts me off the ground and crushes me into his chest, my arms trapped between us. I can’t breathe. “I heard having a slayer gives you a rush,” he whispers softly in my ear, tightening his grip on me. I gasp for air. “Let’s find out shall we?”
His head slowly descends toward my neck. Hell no! I blast him before his teeth can sink into my neck. There’s a flash of light and he gets thrown backwards with a cry of pain, and lands on the street with a thud. Whoa.
A dog starts braking loudly, and the lights turn on in the house beside me. Shit. I glance where my attacker had landed, and he’s not there. That’s not good…
I take off running down the street to my house. Max is not going to like this. Looks like there’s a new breed of alien in town.
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It's My Life: (Ros/Buffy) M/L - ch.8 - Oct.16
A/N: Srry this took so long. I got stuck writing chapter 9, and I like to keep a couple chapters ahead of my posts, so.... yeah. Thanks to anyone who left feedback for this fic! I'll try to be quicker with the updates, and knowing that some people are actually following this is, a great motivator. If I start slacking, PM me.
Chapter 8
Triss:
“You sure it was him?” I ask Liz.
“Positive,” she answers with a nod.
“What a nosy son of a…”
“Maria, calm yourself. You know Michael has trust issues,” Liz soothes, but I can tell she’s not too happy about this either.
“Hey, it’s fine. It’s not like we didn’t complete out mission. Those demons are gone, and we were all pretty good out there.” Maybe if I change the subject, there will be less Michael bashing. This guy is going to get hell tomorrow, I can tell. Not only is Maria pissed in a major way, but Emily is also silently fuming beside me. She can hold a grudge, and it’s never pretty.
Because Michael had been hiding out in some bushes near the entrance, we had to jump the wall at the side. I, being the clumsy one, fell on top of Em on the way down. Emily now blames Michael for the grass stain on her brand new pink tank top. All I can say is thank God she doesn’t blame me!
“Yeah, considering there were SIX demons instead of two,” Xander bites out. I inwardly cringe. Poor Xander (if I say that out loud, he’d kill me). He got knocked out. Again. Xan is super sensitive about the eye, and being brought down by a demon that was a little to his left, did nothing for his mood tonight. Heck, everyone’s a little grumpy tonight!
“Plus the fyral demon, and Kulak demon, and that vampire gang in the mausoleum…”
“Ok Liz! Sheesh, we get it! Much demon slayage tonight,” Emily groans, “Why are their so many demons in Roswell? It’s not a hellmouth and let’s face it, the town is puny. Why would they be here?”
A silence stretches out as we head home. The concentration of demons here is not comforting to say the least. What’s going in the little town of Roswell, New Mexico? We’re all in quiet, deep in thought, as we cruise along the streets and back to Liz’s house. We drop Maria and Liz off, at the Crashdown, and head towards Alex’s house to drop him off.
Max:
I lay on my bed, my hand behind my head, staring at the ceiling in thought. Liz and I are back on track. She’s funny, smart, beautiful, and she’s with me. All fuzzy thoughts leave my head at thoughts of her secretive demeanor ever since she came back. What is Liz hiding? Despite what I said to Michael, I am just as worried as he is. She would come to him if it were important, right? Maybe tomorrow she’ll open up…
My train of thought is lost with a light tapping on my window. I look over, expecting it to be Michael, and surprise, surprise.
“Max, we need to talk,” he states firmly as he slides the window closed behind him. I glance at my clock. It’s 11:04 pm.
“If this is about Liz, you can forget it Michael, we’re not going to investigate her based on a ‘feeling’. She’s come through for us more than once, and kept our secret. She deserves our trust. Even if you don’t trust her, I do. Isn’t that enough?”
Michael stands by the window, arms crossed. “You finished yet? Cause it’s too late. I followed her tonight, or more specifically, I followed Maria.”
“You what!?” I almost yell, as I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of my bed. “Didn’t we decide NOT to invade her privacy?”
“Don’t tell me you’re not curious,” he gives me a stern look, “and she isn’t as ‘innocent’ as she seems,” he says, rolling his eyes for good measure.
“What do you mean?” I ask slowly, getting up.
“We should get Isabel first…” As if she reads our minds, Isabel appears, barging into my room without knocking.
“I think we have a problem,” she states.
You hear that sound? It’s the noise of all my aspirations of trying to carry out a normal, happy existence not only flying out the window, but also being shattered into a zillion pieces.
Liz:
Fire. Heat. Blood. They overwhelm my senses, and kick my instincts into gear. Head…heart… don’t stop till you see dust, someone chants in my head. I don’t stop to think about it, I act. The vampire to my right is dust, and I’m already spinning around, and landing a kick in the face of another. There’s blood all over me. Mine? There’s? It doesn’t matter.
Suddenly I feel a hand at my neck, and feel the ground leaving my feet as I’m being lifted up by throat by someone behind me.
There’s a bright flash of light, and I’m now running down a cobblestone street, my heartbeat thumping in my ears. Blonde curls are sticking to my face marring my vision and I violently brush them aside. Our footsteps are echoing along the street with empty houses on either side. I can feel him coming closer… and closer…
I turn to see him, but I trip over my gown and fall, silk billowing around me. I hear him cackling while he stands over me. “You’re mine, slayer,” he hisses as he grabs a handful of my hair, and yanks my head back so I can look at him.
Another flash of light. I’m in a graveyard. There’s dust everywhere, the air is thick with it. I hear the shouts of defeated vampires, and it makes me smile slightly. We’re winning. But there’s a prickling at the back of my neck as I realize I’ve lost sight of her.
“Kristy! Kristy!” I yell over the flames. The vampire’s and other slayers vanish, and there’s only me, the fire, the choking dust, and Kristy… somewhere.
“Liz!” I hear a small voice cry out. The air clears to my right, and standing there is Kristy, her eyes wide with fear. Long, sickly fingers surrounded her neck, and I look up at his face. A grey, pale face. The face of the demon we’ve been trying to track down since he stepped foot in our town. His eyes meet mine, and I shudder silently at the coldness, the emptiness I see there.
“Liz, help…” Kristy chokes out as Malvik’s grip tightens. “If you couldn’t keep her safe, how can you expect to keep him safe?” he sneers. A picture of Max’s face flitters across my brain, and a lump forms in my throat.
My eyes meet Kristy’s, and I realize this is goodbye, even before he snaps her neck. I charge towards him, but he seems to be moving farther and farther away from me. My tears blind me. His grin widens, and he flings her limp body to the side. I’m about the reach him when I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder. I turn my head to see a vamp holding a sword, sticking into my shoulder blade. The vampires suddenly reappear in full force. I turn back just in time to see Malvik’s back disappearing into the dust and fire.
“Come back and fight me you bastard!” I yell at his retreating form. As I dust the three closest vamps swiftly, and grab the sword off the ground. I’m about to chase him, when I feel a falling sensation and that stupid bright light flashes before my eyes again.
Maria:
“Liz! Can you hear me? Liz! Wake up chica, it’s just a dream.” I go over to shake her awake, but as soon as I approach her side, one of her flailing arms catches me in the side of the face and sends me sprawling onto the floor. “That’s going to leave a mark!” I huff, grabbing the desk, I try to steady myself. Deep breaths…
I look over at the bed, and Liz is tossing, turning, and moaning in her sleep. The picture of Liz, Alex, and I is already on the floor, along with her lamp, and sheets. I quickly run over to her bedside table, and take a stack of CDs and a book off it, putting it out of harm’s way.
“Liz, babe. Wake up! Please!” Then suddenly she stills. The moaning continues, but her body goes still. Ok.
I step forward cautiously, not wanting to end up on the floor again. I don’t think sleeping over at Liz’s house has ever been this dangerous! I gently shake her leg.
“Liz… Liz…” no response. Ok, this can’t be good. “Liz…LIZ!!” Still nothing. Definitely not good. Stay calm. Call Xander. Or should I call Isabel? Oh God! Alex. Alex! He’ll know what to do!
I grab the phone and dial his number.
“Alex?”
“Maria? Do you know what time it is!?”
“I know! But Liz won’t wake up. She’s having this nightmare, and I can’t get her to wake up! Alex…”
“Don’t worry, I’m coming over now.” I hear him scrambling around his room.
“Who should I call Alex? Isabel? Xander? Alex, what should I do!” I’m scared, I’m crying, and something weird is happening to my best friend and I don’t know what to do anymore.
What if the dreams are Mystical, and Isabel tries to dreamwalk her? But what if the dreams are Czech related? Oh God! Cedar oil… where is that stupid vile!
Chapter 8
Triss:
“You sure it was him?” I ask Liz.
“Positive,” she answers with a nod.
“What a nosy son of a…”
“Maria, calm yourself. You know Michael has trust issues,” Liz soothes, but I can tell she’s not too happy about this either.
“Hey, it’s fine. It’s not like we didn’t complete out mission. Those demons are gone, and we were all pretty good out there.” Maybe if I change the subject, there will be less Michael bashing. This guy is going to get hell tomorrow, I can tell. Not only is Maria pissed in a major way, but Emily is also silently fuming beside me. She can hold a grudge, and it’s never pretty.
Because Michael had been hiding out in some bushes near the entrance, we had to jump the wall at the side. I, being the clumsy one, fell on top of Em on the way down. Emily now blames Michael for the grass stain on her brand new pink tank top. All I can say is thank God she doesn’t blame me!
“Yeah, considering there were SIX demons instead of two,” Xander bites out. I inwardly cringe. Poor Xander (if I say that out loud, he’d kill me). He got knocked out. Again. Xan is super sensitive about the eye, and being brought down by a demon that was a little to his left, did nothing for his mood tonight. Heck, everyone’s a little grumpy tonight!
“Plus the fyral demon, and Kulak demon, and that vampire gang in the mausoleum…”
“Ok Liz! Sheesh, we get it! Much demon slayage tonight,” Emily groans, “Why are their so many demons in Roswell? It’s not a hellmouth and let’s face it, the town is puny. Why would they be here?”
A silence stretches out as we head home. The concentration of demons here is not comforting to say the least. What’s going in the little town of Roswell, New Mexico? We’re all in quiet, deep in thought, as we cruise along the streets and back to Liz’s house. We drop Maria and Liz off, at the Crashdown, and head towards Alex’s house to drop him off.
Max:
I lay on my bed, my hand behind my head, staring at the ceiling in thought. Liz and I are back on track. She’s funny, smart, beautiful, and she’s with me. All fuzzy thoughts leave my head at thoughts of her secretive demeanor ever since she came back. What is Liz hiding? Despite what I said to Michael, I am just as worried as he is. She would come to him if it were important, right? Maybe tomorrow she’ll open up…
My train of thought is lost with a light tapping on my window. I look over, expecting it to be Michael, and surprise, surprise.
“Max, we need to talk,” he states firmly as he slides the window closed behind him. I glance at my clock. It’s 11:04 pm.
“If this is about Liz, you can forget it Michael, we’re not going to investigate her based on a ‘feeling’. She’s come through for us more than once, and kept our secret. She deserves our trust. Even if you don’t trust her, I do. Isn’t that enough?”
Michael stands by the window, arms crossed. “You finished yet? Cause it’s too late. I followed her tonight, or more specifically, I followed Maria.”
“You what!?” I almost yell, as I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of my bed. “Didn’t we decide NOT to invade her privacy?”
“Don’t tell me you’re not curious,” he gives me a stern look, “and she isn’t as ‘innocent’ as she seems,” he says, rolling his eyes for good measure.
“What do you mean?” I ask slowly, getting up.
“We should get Isabel first…” As if she reads our minds, Isabel appears, barging into my room without knocking.
“I think we have a problem,” she states.
You hear that sound? It’s the noise of all my aspirations of trying to carry out a normal, happy existence not only flying out the window, but also being shattered into a zillion pieces.
Liz:
Fire. Heat. Blood. They overwhelm my senses, and kick my instincts into gear. Head…heart… don’t stop till you see dust, someone chants in my head. I don’t stop to think about it, I act. The vampire to my right is dust, and I’m already spinning around, and landing a kick in the face of another. There’s blood all over me. Mine? There’s? It doesn’t matter.
Suddenly I feel a hand at my neck, and feel the ground leaving my feet as I’m being lifted up by throat by someone behind me.
There’s a bright flash of light, and I’m now running down a cobblestone street, my heartbeat thumping in my ears. Blonde curls are sticking to my face marring my vision and I violently brush them aside. Our footsteps are echoing along the street with empty houses on either side. I can feel him coming closer… and closer…
I turn to see him, but I trip over my gown and fall, silk billowing around me. I hear him cackling while he stands over me. “You’re mine, slayer,” he hisses as he grabs a handful of my hair, and yanks my head back so I can look at him.
Another flash of light. I’m in a graveyard. There’s dust everywhere, the air is thick with it. I hear the shouts of defeated vampires, and it makes me smile slightly. We’re winning. But there’s a prickling at the back of my neck as I realize I’ve lost sight of her.
“Kristy! Kristy!” I yell over the flames. The vampire’s and other slayers vanish, and there’s only me, the fire, the choking dust, and Kristy… somewhere.
“Liz!” I hear a small voice cry out. The air clears to my right, and standing there is Kristy, her eyes wide with fear. Long, sickly fingers surrounded her neck, and I look up at his face. A grey, pale face. The face of the demon we’ve been trying to track down since he stepped foot in our town. His eyes meet mine, and I shudder silently at the coldness, the emptiness I see there.
“Liz, help…” Kristy chokes out as Malvik’s grip tightens. “If you couldn’t keep her safe, how can you expect to keep him safe?” he sneers. A picture of Max’s face flitters across my brain, and a lump forms in my throat.
My eyes meet Kristy’s, and I realize this is goodbye, even before he snaps her neck. I charge towards him, but he seems to be moving farther and farther away from me. My tears blind me. His grin widens, and he flings her limp body to the side. I’m about the reach him when I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder. I turn my head to see a vamp holding a sword, sticking into my shoulder blade. The vampires suddenly reappear in full force. I turn back just in time to see Malvik’s back disappearing into the dust and fire.
“Come back and fight me you bastard!” I yell at his retreating form. As I dust the three closest vamps swiftly, and grab the sword off the ground. I’m about to chase him, when I feel a falling sensation and that stupid bright light flashes before my eyes again.
Maria:
“Liz! Can you hear me? Liz! Wake up chica, it’s just a dream.” I go over to shake her awake, but as soon as I approach her side, one of her flailing arms catches me in the side of the face and sends me sprawling onto the floor. “That’s going to leave a mark!” I huff, grabbing the desk, I try to steady myself. Deep breaths…
I look over at the bed, and Liz is tossing, turning, and moaning in her sleep. The picture of Liz, Alex, and I is already on the floor, along with her lamp, and sheets. I quickly run over to her bedside table, and take a stack of CDs and a book off it, putting it out of harm’s way.
“Liz, babe. Wake up! Please!” Then suddenly she stills. The moaning continues, but her body goes still. Ok.
I step forward cautiously, not wanting to end up on the floor again. I don’t think sleeping over at Liz’s house has ever been this dangerous! I gently shake her leg.
“Liz… Liz…” no response. Ok, this can’t be good. “Liz…LIZ!!” Still nothing. Definitely not good. Stay calm. Call Xander. Or should I call Isabel? Oh God! Alex. Alex! He’ll know what to do!
I grab the phone and dial his number.
“Alex?”
“Maria? Do you know what time it is!?”
“I know! But Liz won’t wake up. She’s having this nightmare, and I can’t get her to wake up! Alex…”
“Don’t worry, I’m coming over now.” I hear him scrambling around his room.
“Who should I call Alex? Isabel? Xander? Alex, what should I do!” I’m scared, I’m crying, and something weird is happening to my best friend and I don’t know what to do anymore.
What if the dreams are Mystical, and Isabel tries to dreamwalk her? But what if the dreams are Czech related? Oh God! Cedar oil… where is that stupid vile!
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It's My Life: (Buffy x-over) ML - Ch.9 - Oct. 30
Chapter 9
Tess:
“So what the big emergency?” I ask briskly as I climb through Max’s window. “Why the late night meeting?” As soon as I enter the room, I feel the tension surrounding the group.
“Well apparently there’s a new type of alien in town, and Michael saw Liz, her cousins, Maria, and Alex carrying weapons into the cemetery,” Max answered dryly, “even after we all decided to leave her alone,” sending a frosty look at Michael. Wow. Ok, sensing some hostility here…
“New alien?” I ask, looking around.
“Yeah,” Isabel responds, rolling her eyes at the staring contest going on between the guys. “Some guy had this girl pinned to a car along the road. I went up to them to see what was wrong and I guess I distracted him and the girl ran away. Then he got mad and attacked me.”
“Is! Are you ok? Did he hurt you?” asked a concerned Max. I guess she waited for me to get here before explaining everything.
“No, but it was what he said to me that was weird. He called me a slayer, or something, and said that I shouldn’t have come here. And something was going to be born, and I couldn’t stop it.”
“Way weird,” I state.
“And he tried to bite my neck.”
“Just got weirder,” Michael murmurs.
“Bite your neck? Like a…vampire or something?” Max asks with a grin on his face.
“Hey! It’s not funny!” Isabel states, folding her arms over her chest. “He scared me. And his face was all weird, and he had these yellowish eyes and sharp teeth! And I think that he tried to follow me home… I couldn’t see him, but I kept feeling like someone was watching me, but I never saw anybody. I took a detour, to try to loose them, and after a while the feeling went away.”
We all fall silent, contemplating out next move.
“We have to tell the others about this quickly,” was the first thing out of Max’s mouth. Figures. He’s always thinking about his Liz, I think resentfully. But I chastise myself. No more jealous thoughts, I promised myself. I have to move on.
“But Maxwell, they’ve been hiding something from us,” is Michael’s immediate rebuttal.
“That has nothing to do with this Michael. They need to be safe. They need to know that there is something other-worldly out there that can harm them.” Max turns a stern gaze at Michael, and their eyes lock for a second, before Michael nods in agreement.
“We’ll go to the Crashdown early tomorrow morning to tell Liz, Maria, and Alex. And we’ll confront LIZ with this. No more spying. Got that Michael?” He gives Max a stiff nod. “Good.”
“Are you sure that the person didn’t follow you home Is? If this person knows where we live, that can’t be…”
“I don’t think so Max.” he nods.
“And Is, why were you walking home alone at night?”
“Ask Duffus over here,” she says angrily, pointing to Michael. This is going to be a long night.
Liz:
I’m in the desert, sand swirling at my sandal covered feet. I look around expectantly. “Hello!” I call out to the landscape, but I get no answer. I gaze at my surroundings, but nothing familiar registers. There’s just sand in rolling dunes and some cacti.
“Gather the girls… Prepare…” a voice whispers in the breeze, and I twirl around quickly, searching for the speaker. I see a dark figure, stalking closer, crouched low, the First Slayer. Giles had said something about her before, how she had killed him in a dream. Scary!
“One door closed… Another will open... that is the way it has always been… It is the nature of this earth,” she states in a low breathy voice. She’s now circling me, looking extremely menacing, though her voice is soft. If I didn’t have slayer powers I’d be cowering right now.
Cryptic much? “What are you talking about? What door?” She doesn’t answer, just ignores me and just keeps circling, watching me, her stare seems to look right through me.
“He changed you. You changed him. You are different than all slayers, different than any slayer that ever was…”
She’s talking nonsense. “Ok, that can’t be right. I’m Liz Parker, small town girl… that just happens to be a slayer… and in love with an alien… but I’m not THAT special. I’m not!”
“Be ready… Prevent the death… close the door…”
“Death! Wait! Where are you going! Don’t leave me here!” She doesn’t turn around, just keeps walking into the distance.
The flash of light comes again… and that falling sensation…
I jerk awake. She was in my head. Oh God, something’s coming. Xander. Have to call Xan…
“Liz?” Maria’s voice makes me jump, and I fall out of bed with a bump.
“Jesus Liz, you scared us!” I look over at Alex, who was just climbing through my window.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him, confused. My heartbeat has already started to slow down.
“Maria called me. You gave her a scare.” I finally take in my surroundings. My side table is devoid of all objects, some safely beside my bed, and others not so lucky. There’s a bruise forming on Maria’s cheek.
“Maria! What happened to your face!”
“You happened to it chica. Even in your sleep, you’re a force to be reckoned with!” she laughs, but I can’t tear my gaze away from her face. I did that. I hurt her.
“Maria, I’m sorry… I didn’t know…” but Maria cuts me off.
“It’s ok, you were having a nightmare; its not your fault.” A nightmare. You could call it that, but it was so much more.
“Xander. I need to call Xander. Alex, hand me the phone,” I quickly revert to take-charge mode. He quickly grabs the phone off my desk and tosses it to me, sensing my urgency.
“Are you going to tell us what’s going on?” Alex asks. I nod. “Yeah, just as soon as I call Xander.”
Isabel:
I hear the start of Max’s dreams through my wall. I pick up the picture of Max, Mom, Dad, and I, and touch my finger to Max’s face. I feel myself getting pulled into his subconscious, but then I hit a roadblock. I push against it with all my might, but nothing. Max has been able to keep me out before, but not like this. The thing in my way is foreign, alien to me.
I wake up with a gasp, and dash out of my room, into Max’s before he can wake Mom again. Two nights ago she got there before me, and I could almost see the wheels turning in her brain, but she excepted it when Max told her that he couldn’t remember what his dream was about.
But I knew… every night he sees the same thing. The white room, Michael, Liz, and I strapped down beside him. Max, begging the captors to let us go. Last night I had dreamwalked him before he started screaming, and had reassured him that everyone was fine. He rested peacefully. But tonight something was preventing me from doing that. I don’t dwell on it as I whip open his door, and rush to his side, shaking his shoulders roughly.
“MAX!” He jerks awake, his eyes wide. The next instant he’s clinging to me, his choked sobs muffled in my shirt.
“Max’s it’s ok now, it’s over,” I soothe, “he’s gone, he can’t hurt you anymore.” His grip on me tightens.
“I’m fine, Michael’s fine, Liz is fine, and we won’t let them take you again.” I start to rock him back and forth, and soon his tense form loosens a bit.
“It’ll never be alright,” is Max’s muffled response, “nothing will ever be the same.” The despair in his voice rocks me to the core. I’ve never heard Max talk like that, EVER! The shuddering stops, and his breathing evens out as I continue to rock him.
“Is?” he says softly into my neck.
“Yeah,” when will these dreams stop?
“Tonight, the dreams were different,” he states, “it started in the white room, but then it changed.” I stiffen at the fear in his hushed voice.
“There were girls,” he pauses, “and they were dying. Always dying… so strong, so lonely…” his voice cracks. “Different girls, in different time periods,” the heavy breathing on my neck picks up, “they fought, and they DIED! Always so alone.”
“Max, try to go back to sleep,” I whisper soothingly, “you can tell us all about it tomorrow, just try to get some rest now.” He nods sleepily, and he lays gently back in his bed, and I pull up the blankets before heading back to my room. My head is spinning.
These dreams have been happening since the white room, and tonight something was blocking me, and it wasn’t Max. What’s happening to him, and who were those girls?
I hear a click behind me, and I spin around. Strange, I don’t remember closing the door… I quickly walk over and open it, peering down the hall. No one. Strange, maybe it was just the wind. I glance over to the window, it’s only open a crack. Again, strange.
Tess:
“So what the big emergency?” I ask briskly as I climb through Max’s window. “Why the late night meeting?” As soon as I enter the room, I feel the tension surrounding the group.
“Well apparently there’s a new type of alien in town, and Michael saw Liz, her cousins, Maria, and Alex carrying weapons into the cemetery,” Max answered dryly, “even after we all decided to leave her alone,” sending a frosty look at Michael. Wow. Ok, sensing some hostility here…
“New alien?” I ask, looking around.
“Yeah,” Isabel responds, rolling her eyes at the staring contest going on between the guys. “Some guy had this girl pinned to a car along the road. I went up to them to see what was wrong and I guess I distracted him and the girl ran away. Then he got mad and attacked me.”
“Is! Are you ok? Did he hurt you?” asked a concerned Max. I guess she waited for me to get here before explaining everything.
“No, but it was what he said to me that was weird. He called me a slayer, or something, and said that I shouldn’t have come here. And something was going to be born, and I couldn’t stop it.”
“Way weird,” I state.
“And he tried to bite my neck.”
“Just got weirder,” Michael murmurs.
“Bite your neck? Like a…vampire or something?” Max asks with a grin on his face.
“Hey! It’s not funny!” Isabel states, folding her arms over her chest. “He scared me. And his face was all weird, and he had these yellowish eyes and sharp teeth! And I think that he tried to follow me home… I couldn’t see him, but I kept feeling like someone was watching me, but I never saw anybody. I took a detour, to try to loose them, and after a while the feeling went away.”
We all fall silent, contemplating out next move.
“We have to tell the others about this quickly,” was the first thing out of Max’s mouth. Figures. He’s always thinking about his Liz, I think resentfully. But I chastise myself. No more jealous thoughts, I promised myself. I have to move on.
“But Maxwell, they’ve been hiding something from us,” is Michael’s immediate rebuttal.
“That has nothing to do with this Michael. They need to be safe. They need to know that there is something other-worldly out there that can harm them.” Max turns a stern gaze at Michael, and their eyes lock for a second, before Michael nods in agreement.
“We’ll go to the Crashdown early tomorrow morning to tell Liz, Maria, and Alex. And we’ll confront LIZ with this. No more spying. Got that Michael?” He gives Max a stiff nod. “Good.”
“Are you sure that the person didn’t follow you home Is? If this person knows where we live, that can’t be…”
“I don’t think so Max.” he nods.
“And Is, why were you walking home alone at night?”
“Ask Duffus over here,” she says angrily, pointing to Michael. This is going to be a long night.
Liz:
I’m in the desert, sand swirling at my sandal covered feet. I look around expectantly. “Hello!” I call out to the landscape, but I get no answer. I gaze at my surroundings, but nothing familiar registers. There’s just sand in rolling dunes and some cacti.
“Gather the girls… Prepare…” a voice whispers in the breeze, and I twirl around quickly, searching for the speaker. I see a dark figure, stalking closer, crouched low, the First Slayer. Giles had said something about her before, how she had killed him in a dream. Scary!
“One door closed… Another will open... that is the way it has always been… It is the nature of this earth,” she states in a low breathy voice. She’s now circling me, looking extremely menacing, though her voice is soft. If I didn’t have slayer powers I’d be cowering right now.
Cryptic much? “What are you talking about? What door?” She doesn’t answer, just ignores me and just keeps circling, watching me, her stare seems to look right through me.
“He changed you. You changed him. You are different than all slayers, different than any slayer that ever was…”
She’s talking nonsense. “Ok, that can’t be right. I’m Liz Parker, small town girl… that just happens to be a slayer… and in love with an alien… but I’m not THAT special. I’m not!”
“Be ready… Prevent the death… close the door…”
“Death! Wait! Where are you going! Don’t leave me here!” She doesn’t turn around, just keeps walking into the distance.
The flash of light comes again… and that falling sensation…
I jerk awake. She was in my head. Oh God, something’s coming. Xander. Have to call Xan…
“Liz?” Maria’s voice makes me jump, and I fall out of bed with a bump.
“Jesus Liz, you scared us!” I look over at Alex, who was just climbing through my window.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him, confused. My heartbeat has already started to slow down.
“Maria called me. You gave her a scare.” I finally take in my surroundings. My side table is devoid of all objects, some safely beside my bed, and others not so lucky. There’s a bruise forming on Maria’s cheek.
“Maria! What happened to your face!”
“You happened to it chica. Even in your sleep, you’re a force to be reckoned with!” she laughs, but I can’t tear my gaze away from her face. I did that. I hurt her.
“Maria, I’m sorry… I didn’t know…” but Maria cuts me off.
“It’s ok, you were having a nightmare; its not your fault.” A nightmare. You could call it that, but it was so much more.
“Xander. I need to call Xander. Alex, hand me the phone,” I quickly revert to take-charge mode. He quickly grabs the phone off my desk and tosses it to me, sensing my urgency.
“Are you going to tell us what’s going on?” Alex asks. I nod. “Yeah, just as soon as I call Xander.”
Isabel:
I hear the start of Max’s dreams through my wall. I pick up the picture of Max, Mom, Dad, and I, and touch my finger to Max’s face. I feel myself getting pulled into his subconscious, but then I hit a roadblock. I push against it with all my might, but nothing. Max has been able to keep me out before, but not like this. The thing in my way is foreign, alien to me.
I wake up with a gasp, and dash out of my room, into Max’s before he can wake Mom again. Two nights ago she got there before me, and I could almost see the wheels turning in her brain, but she excepted it when Max told her that he couldn’t remember what his dream was about.
But I knew… every night he sees the same thing. The white room, Michael, Liz, and I strapped down beside him. Max, begging the captors to let us go. Last night I had dreamwalked him before he started screaming, and had reassured him that everyone was fine. He rested peacefully. But tonight something was preventing me from doing that. I don’t dwell on it as I whip open his door, and rush to his side, shaking his shoulders roughly.
“MAX!” He jerks awake, his eyes wide. The next instant he’s clinging to me, his choked sobs muffled in my shirt.
“Max’s it’s ok now, it’s over,” I soothe, “he’s gone, he can’t hurt you anymore.” His grip on me tightens.
“I’m fine, Michael’s fine, Liz is fine, and we won’t let them take you again.” I start to rock him back and forth, and soon his tense form loosens a bit.
“It’ll never be alright,” is Max’s muffled response, “nothing will ever be the same.” The despair in his voice rocks me to the core. I’ve never heard Max talk like that, EVER! The shuddering stops, and his breathing evens out as I continue to rock him.
“Is?” he says softly into my neck.
“Yeah,” when will these dreams stop?
“Tonight, the dreams were different,” he states, “it started in the white room, but then it changed.” I stiffen at the fear in his hushed voice.
“There were girls,” he pauses, “and they were dying. Always dying… so strong, so lonely…” his voice cracks. “Different girls, in different time periods,” the heavy breathing on my neck picks up, “they fought, and they DIED! Always so alone.”
“Max, try to go back to sleep,” I whisper soothingly, “you can tell us all about it tomorrow, just try to get some rest now.” He nods sleepily, and he lays gently back in his bed, and I pull up the blankets before heading back to my room. My head is spinning.
These dreams have been happening since the white room, and tonight something was blocking me, and it wasn’t Max. What’s happening to him, and who were those girls?
I hear a click behind me, and I spin around. Strange, I don’t remember closing the door… I quickly walk over and open it, peering down the hall. No one. Strange, maybe it was just the wind. I glance over to the window, it’s only open a crack. Again, strange.
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Chapter 10
Diane:
It’s either I don’t know my children anymore, or I’ve never known them. What I heard last night in Max’s room cut me like a knife.
“he’s gone, he can’t hurt you anymore …. I’m fine, Michael’s fine, Liz is fine, and we won’t let them take you again.”
“nothing will ever be the same.”
I cringe at his words. I knew Max was different. I’m not stupid, and I have eyes. I trust him, I do, but this had to stop. Someone hurt him and he thought that he couldn’t come to Phillip or I. Tears are threatening to spill, but I hold back, patiently stirring my cup.
I’ve situated myself on the couch, with some tea, not wanting Max or Isabel to leave the house before having a little chat with me. I hear their hushed whispers and soft footsteps as they slowly descend the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible. They reach the bottom, and head towards the door.
“Freeze.”
Their backs stiffen immediately, and they turn around to face me, their faces frozen in fear. Ha!
“And where do you think you’re going?” I ask, eyebrow quirked.
Xander:
Silence. It drifts over the Crashdown like an ominous wave. I resist the urge to fidget in my seat. We’re all there, sitting at the counter; all except for Liz, who went right back upstairs to try to “sleep” after she told us all about her dream, and Triss, who went to check if Liz was REALLY alright. In my experience, when it comes to women, the words “I‘m fine,” always mean the opposite.
Liz’s parents, Maria, Alex, the other slayers and I sit in silent contemplation. There’s something coming. I should be terrified, and I am in a way. But it’s almost like I’m used to it, being scared. It’s become my friend ever since I met Buffy in high school. Fear has become a familiar emotion, to the point where it hardly ever shows anymore. It seems to always be there, wherever I go, whatever I do, and has kept me on alert at all times. It’s saved me a time or two, and kept me saying stupid things at inappropriate times, I think with a smile.
I look up at the faces around me, and I see it on their faces too. They’re scared. They should be, and they haven’t seen half the horrors I have, and I’m not even a slayer, just the best friend of one. The young slayers need friends to help them along. Slayers used to live a hard, lonely life. Watchers thought that having friends and family showed weakness. Buffy’s the longest living slayer in history. Take that, you long-winded British dudes!
I don’t envy the slayers. They fight for their lives everyday and every night. It’s still going to be a sad lonely life, filled with death and pain. But at least in this generation they’re not alone. They have each other.
The silence is broken by none other than one Alex Whitman. This kid reminds me of, well, ME when I was in high school.
“What door? She said something about a door closing, and another one being opened.”
“A portal?” guesses Emily, looking to me for confirmation. It’s funny how they all think I have the answers just because I’m a watcher. I’m no Giles. I don’t have any answers, but everyone here still looks to me.
“Could be…” I answer slowly. I think I know the answer to this dream, but I’m really hoping that I’m not right. “Or a hellmouth. We destroyed the one in Sunnydale. That could be a closed door. Maybe cause it’s gone, the demonic energy has nowhere to go…”
“And forces another one to open because of the backlog?” Emily finishes my thought.
“Are you saying that the hellmouth in Cleveland is going to, like, explode or something!” Maria’s eyes are wide, and it looks like she’s moments from a full-fledged panic attack.
“Possibly,” is my calm (maybe too calm) reply, but my mind is running a mile a minute, “but first I have to make some calls, see if any of the other girls had similar dreams; Em and Triss didn’t.” We are all quiet again.
“Does that mean you’re going to go back there?” Mrs. Parker asks with a sigh, opening her mouth for the first time all morning.
“Maybe,” I answer, “but I have to make those calls first. Liz said that the slayer told her ‘to gather the girls’. We just have to figure out where this little shindig is supposed to take place.” I get up, and walk towards the back room with a grim look on my face. I don’t see any good coming out of this. Ancient prophesies are one thing, having a past slayer ring a warning bell was always something entirely different, and bad to boot! I disappear through the swinging doors without another word.
Michael:
I’m suddenly not liking this. As soon as we stepped out of the jeep, and headed across the street, I see them all gathered. Shit. They probably know I’m the one that followed them. Is that Mr. And Mrs. Parker?
“What are you doing here Spaceboy?” Maria asks without turning around. Her voice icy, ouch. I feel Max tense beside me. I can already tell this wasn’t going to be good. None of the people at the counter turned to look at them. Some just stirred their coffees, while the rest picked at their food. Well aren’t we a happy group this morning?
The day started out bad, and it looks like it’s staying that way. Max and Isabel were cornered by their mother this morning and fired questions at them. Not the “where are you going today,” kind of questions. More like the “I know something’s wrong and I’m going to find out, and when I do I’ll hand you over to the FBI who will poke and prod you till…” ok, maybe I’m over reacting here, but thank God I arrived at their house when I did!
And according to him, his dreams had changed; now it involves a series of girls getting killed. I don’t know about anyone else, but that definitely can’t be good.
“We wanted to speak to Liz,” Max says, walking towards them. We follow behind nervously. I can feel the tension in the air, and the notice the dark looks that are being thrown at us by Maria and the one named … Emily? Yeah, that’s it.
“Coffee you guys?” Mrs. Parker asks politely. Max shakes his head. “Can we speak to Liz, I have to go to work soon, and I just wanted to talk to her,” is Max’s reply. Heck, this is getting us nowhere!
“Look, we just want to know where Liz is. We just want to talk to her, then we’ll get out of your hair.”
“Look Michael,” Maria shouts angrily, standing up, slamming her hand down on the counter, “she’s busy right now, and I’m absolutely POSITIVE that she doesn’t want to see you,” she huffs. Gotta love the pixie. She’s really sexy when she’s angry.
“Maria, it’s important,” Max stresses, and she raises her eyebrows in recognition. “Let’s talk in the back, ok?” We all nod, and follow her.
“Alex, you should come to,” I state, and he gives me a nod too. I can feel the gazes of the people still sitting down. Oh, God this is a bad day.
As soon as the door swung shut behind me, she started. “What’s this all about guys? Is the Czech related? What have you people done this time? Is the FBI back? Is that crazy shapeshifter back in town? And you Michael,” she yells turning on me, “what the hell were you thinking following us last night? You’re so lucky that Liz didn’t…”
“Blondie, not so loud ok?” I try to calm her, but her face gets even redder then it was before. The other four are looking on with wide eyes, and are not jumping in to rescue me. Wusses.
She takes a deep breath, and turns to the others, rather calmly. “She can’t talk to you guys right now, she’s busy, I’m sorry. Come back tonight, ok? She’s kind of didn’t get any sleep last night, so she’s resting.”
“Can you tell her that we were here, and that we’re coming over later?” Max asks.
“Sure, I’ll have her call you. Now leave. They,” she point behind her towards the people in the Crashdown, “are probably going to be asking questions if you don’t shoo.”
We file out the back door and as I pass her, I squeeze her hand. She looks up at me in surprise, and I just smile, following Max, Isabel, and Tess out the back door.
Diane:
It’s either I don’t know my children anymore, or I’ve never known them. What I heard last night in Max’s room cut me like a knife.
“he’s gone, he can’t hurt you anymore …. I’m fine, Michael’s fine, Liz is fine, and we won’t let them take you again.”
“nothing will ever be the same.”
I cringe at his words. I knew Max was different. I’m not stupid, and I have eyes. I trust him, I do, but this had to stop. Someone hurt him and he thought that he couldn’t come to Phillip or I. Tears are threatening to spill, but I hold back, patiently stirring my cup.
I’ve situated myself on the couch, with some tea, not wanting Max or Isabel to leave the house before having a little chat with me. I hear their hushed whispers and soft footsteps as they slowly descend the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible. They reach the bottom, and head towards the door.
“Freeze.”
Their backs stiffen immediately, and they turn around to face me, their faces frozen in fear. Ha!
“And where do you think you’re going?” I ask, eyebrow quirked.
Xander:
Silence. It drifts over the Crashdown like an ominous wave. I resist the urge to fidget in my seat. We’re all there, sitting at the counter; all except for Liz, who went right back upstairs to try to “sleep” after she told us all about her dream, and Triss, who went to check if Liz was REALLY alright. In my experience, when it comes to women, the words “I‘m fine,” always mean the opposite.
Liz’s parents, Maria, Alex, the other slayers and I sit in silent contemplation. There’s something coming. I should be terrified, and I am in a way. But it’s almost like I’m used to it, being scared. It’s become my friend ever since I met Buffy in high school. Fear has become a familiar emotion, to the point where it hardly ever shows anymore. It seems to always be there, wherever I go, whatever I do, and has kept me on alert at all times. It’s saved me a time or two, and kept me saying stupid things at inappropriate times, I think with a smile.
I look up at the faces around me, and I see it on their faces too. They’re scared. They should be, and they haven’t seen half the horrors I have, and I’m not even a slayer, just the best friend of one. The young slayers need friends to help them along. Slayers used to live a hard, lonely life. Watchers thought that having friends and family showed weakness. Buffy’s the longest living slayer in history. Take that, you long-winded British dudes!
I don’t envy the slayers. They fight for their lives everyday and every night. It’s still going to be a sad lonely life, filled with death and pain. But at least in this generation they’re not alone. They have each other.
The silence is broken by none other than one Alex Whitman. This kid reminds me of, well, ME when I was in high school.
“What door? She said something about a door closing, and another one being opened.”
“A portal?” guesses Emily, looking to me for confirmation. It’s funny how they all think I have the answers just because I’m a watcher. I’m no Giles. I don’t have any answers, but everyone here still looks to me.
“Could be…” I answer slowly. I think I know the answer to this dream, but I’m really hoping that I’m not right. “Or a hellmouth. We destroyed the one in Sunnydale. That could be a closed door. Maybe cause it’s gone, the demonic energy has nowhere to go…”
“And forces another one to open because of the backlog?” Emily finishes my thought.
“Are you saying that the hellmouth in Cleveland is going to, like, explode or something!” Maria’s eyes are wide, and it looks like she’s moments from a full-fledged panic attack.
“Possibly,” is my calm (maybe too calm) reply, but my mind is running a mile a minute, “but first I have to make some calls, see if any of the other girls had similar dreams; Em and Triss didn’t.” We are all quiet again.
“Does that mean you’re going to go back there?” Mrs. Parker asks with a sigh, opening her mouth for the first time all morning.
“Maybe,” I answer, “but I have to make those calls first. Liz said that the slayer told her ‘to gather the girls’. We just have to figure out where this little shindig is supposed to take place.” I get up, and walk towards the back room with a grim look on my face. I don’t see any good coming out of this. Ancient prophesies are one thing, having a past slayer ring a warning bell was always something entirely different, and bad to boot! I disappear through the swinging doors without another word.
Michael:
I’m suddenly not liking this. As soon as we stepped out of the jeep, and headed across the street, I see them all gathered. Shit. They probably know I’m the one that followed them. Is that Mr. And Mrs. Parker?
“What are you doing here Spaceboy?” Maria asks without turning around. Her voice icy, ouch. I feel Max tense beside me. I can already tell this wasn’t going to be good. None of the people at the counter turned to look at them. Some just stirred their coffees, while the rest picked at their food. Well aren’t we a happy group this morning?
The day started out bad, and it looks like it’s staying that way. Max and Isabel were cornered by their mother this morning and fired questions at them. Not the “where are you going today,” kind of questions. More like the “I know something’s wrong and I’m going to find out, and when I do I’ll hand you over to the FBI who will poke and prod you till…” ok, maybe I’m over reacting here, but thank God I arrived at their house when I did!
And according to him, his dreams had changed; now it involves a series of girls getting killed. I don’t know about anyone else, but that definitely can’t be good.
“We wanted to speak to Liz,” Max says, walking towards them. We follow behind nervously. I can feel the tension in the air, and the notice the dark looks that are being thrown at us by Maria and the one named … Emily? Yeah, that’s it.
“Coffee you guys?” Mrs. Parker asks politely. Max shakes his head. “Can we speak to Liz, I have to go to work soon, and I just wanted to talk to her,” is Max’s reply. Heck, this is getting us nowhere!
“Look, we just want to know where Liz is. We just want to talk to her, then we’ll get out of your hair.”
“Look Michael,” Maria shouts angrily, standing up, slamming her hand down on the counter, “she’s busy right now, and I’m absolutely POSITIVE that she doesn’t want to see you,” she huffs. Gotta love the pixie. She’s really sexy when she’s angry.
“Maria, it’s important,” Max stresses, and she raises her eyebrows in recognition. “Let’s talk in the back, ok?” We all nod, and follow her.
“Alex, you should come to,” I state, and he gives me a nod too. I can feel the gazes of the people still sitting down. Oh, God this is a bad day.
As soon as the door swung shut behind me, she started. “What’s this all about guys? Is the Czech related? What have you people done this time? Is the FBI back? Is that crazy shapeshifter back in town? And you Michael,” she yells turning on me, “what the hell were you thinking following us last night? You’re so lucky that Liz didn’t…”
“Blondie, not so loud ok?” I try to calm her, but her face gets even redder then it was before. The other four are looking on with wide eyes, and are not jumping in to rescue me. Wusses.
She takes a deep breath, and turns to the others, rather calmly. “She can’t talk to you guys right now, she’s busy, I’m sorry. Come back tonight, ok? She’s kind of didn’t get any sleep last night, so she’s resting.”
“Can you tell her that we were here, and that we’re coming over later?” Max asks.
“Sure, I’ll have her call you. Now leave. They,” she point behind her towards the people in the Crashdown, “are probably going to be asking questions if you don’t shoo.”
We file out the back door and as I pass her, I squeeze her hand. She looks up at me in surprise, and I just smile, following Max, Isabel, and Tess out the back door.
"Remember to always be yourself... unless you suck." -Joss Whedon