Innate Attraction,M/L,ADULT A/N pg 10 8/8/06[WIP]

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Chapter 18

Liz’s hands claps against his, his thumb gentling caressing her fluttering hands.
“Your shaking,” he whispered, slightly concerned but his amber eyes told her that he was happy just to see her.
“Where are we?” Liz slowly got up from the rough asphalt surface of the school bleaches. The oval, the world stretched out before them as they slouch against the back wall staring in nothingness, thinking anything but nothing.
“I missed you,” Max said, as he turned to look at her, his eyes lashes fluttered and a few tears leaked out. His warmth seeped into hers and she was buzzing with life. It was loud and throbbing in between her legs but everything else was deathly quiet. There were no people but the wind to holler to them.
“I like it like that,” Max read her thoughts, he picked up his knees together and glanced down at his shoes. “I only want you here but we have limited time,”
“Limited time?” her voice echoed around her and her hands that were sprawled against his thigh slightly faded into his jeans that she could see through her hands before the became whole again.
“Well I guess we are going to make the most of our time before-“
“You go away,”
“I don’t want to,” Liz realised her mind was playing tricks with her, this wasn’t real even though every touch made her alive and yet it was familiar. Eternity passed before them but it seemed like just seconds. Liz snaked her down his thigh and her skin heated up, she could feel the heat radiating from his jeans and she could feel him through her jeans and gently squeezed and traced the throbbing outline. She enjoyed the feeling she felt when he fluttered his eyes shut. He opened them again and they become black obsidian and his hand cupped her cheek, before sliding down her, slightly unbuttons her pink thin striped shirt and firmly grasped her breast, and began flicking the peak between his forefingers and right then and there Liz wanted him. She didn’t care about anyone else and what he or she wanted Max was here and Liz missed him, she loved him and she wanted to hold him and just believe even if it was just her vivid imagination running wild again.
His breath hitched and she continued rubbing against the heated area around his groin while his hand clawed around her inner thighs and poked around her zipper.
She needed him inside her, so she shakily unzipped her pants. She could feel his love pouring out for her and she could hear Max’s unstrung thoughts fluttering inside her mind.
I love you……. I missed you…….. I would die for you……..
His hand tangled in his curls and Liz opened herself wider for him and enjoyed the feeling of his fingers circling around her hot warmth, she could feel his fingers curls and dig inside her and began rubbing in a forward motion. Liz rolled out her moans as everywhere else throbbed.

“Yo, Liz?” the word was a ghost whisper but she heard it and she stopped her onslaught and stared into Max’s eyes.
“Time to go,” Max whispered, his head resting against hers.

Liz shook her head and slightly became aware of her body slumped against red plastic. Her halfeaten chilli dog lay limp on the red Formica table while Zan and Kyle were staring at her. Well, Zan has this knowing look, like he was looking through her and had that knowing smile as well. It was like he knew what she had been doing and it unnerved her. Liz touched her frazzled brown tresses. Suddenly her nerves kicked in and she became alert. Living on the run told her that. Notice your surroundings. Liz looked around the dim 50’s diner in disgust and saw on the cow shaped clock that it was three pm. She was supposed to be training today but obviously she fell asleep and had a very vivid and strange dream.

Alien T-Buck restaurant was a half hour drive from Roswell but it was worth it if Liz wanted to prevent the gang from discovering Zan.
“Hey, are you okay?” Kyle asked. He picked up a French fry and dipped it in ketchup sauce before taking a bite.
“Cool, so now…emotions?” Liz suggested, having no idea what she was supposed to be doing.

“We are now going to learn how to control and manipulate what people feel.” Zan said, “Serena is a pro at this so it shouldn’t be a problem consider of what you have done previously,” Zan said, but Liz knew he was referring to her “sunspot” moment when her alien side took over. She felt Goosebumps emerging from her skin and she shivered. Don’t think Liz instructed and looked at Zan in order for him to continue.
“See that couple out there,” a pointed to a couple sitting by the front diner. They were in their mid teens and seemed to be very much in love.
“Make them have a fight,” He instructed.
“How?” Liz said.

“Enter their minds and find something then tweak it,” He held out his head. “Here, Ill help you,”
He placed his outstretched hand on the table. Liz pushed aside her plate, her hands slightly sparked against Zan’s and their hands were entwined and she could feel him speaking to her but it wasn’t like her connection with Max. It wasn’t open and he was only sending her a message but she couldn’t reply. She could only project her thoughts to him, like she did with Nasdeo.

Go into the boy with the blonde spiked hair. She obliged and felt herself drifting away from her body and honing on the boy’s mind. It felt like sliding against toothpaste once she entered his mind, sifting through the strong urges of sex and the usual thoughts belong to a man she awaited her next set of instructions.
Find a thought that feels guilty.
[What?] Liz mentally slapped him and she felt the door that surrounded his mind and a small thought filtered out.
I want you to make this boy to slice himself with the knife
[No]

Do it! This power is very useful Liz. You can make someone feel attracted to someone else. You can make someone not feel any pain while they’re being tortured. This might have been useful while Max was in the white room. Do it!

Liz filtered through the boy’s thoughts, no Jarred Ross thoughts but Liz had to find something, like grief, anger, or a memory that she was normally use for mind warping him. She found something. His grandmother, Anna died when he was ten and he was devastated.
[His grandmother died when he was ten. I’m using that] Liz sent to him but she wasn’t even sure if he got that.

Okay…now I want you to feel the feeling grief, everything bad that has happened, feel it, smothering yourself with it and send it out to jarred and make him believe it was his own feelings.

But she couldn’t.
<Liz…> it was a gentle whisper, but she knew that it was Max. His voice was very soft and almost inaudible but she could feel what he was feeling. Fear.
<Max…> She volleyed him her concern. What was going on over there?
She received a images from Max. He was trapped inside his mind, as he was afraid of entering a new hell. She saw images of his sister throwing Liz out and how he wanted to strangle his own kin, and it sickened him.
Liz felt livid. She was angry with herself and with his friends and family. He was stuck inside his own mind by free will. Liz knew that now. It got to a certain point that Max wouldn’t be able to leave.
<Healing stones> Max whispered. < I need ém>
<Okay...Shh its okay> Liz felt a wave of sadness and image of himself crying, his eyes scrunched up and his head bowed. Even this, still, however, made her angry.

Jarred turned to his girlfriend, picking up his butter knife he forcefully grabbed her arm and planted it flat against the table.
Liz imagined her anger, her frustration curl into a fiery ball and she let it leave her body and filter into Jarred. She didn’t realise she was doing this, until Kyle caught her attention.
“Liz!” he barked.

Liz fluttered her eyes open and saw the Jared’s silver butter knife was lodged into the table with his girlfriend’s arm in the middle. She was screaming.

“Hey Liz, stigmata .” Zan joked.
Liz closed her eyes again and zoned into Jared’s mind, retracted her anger she used upon him and summoned the girlfriend’s arm to be whole and the butter knife to be a dull silver, but no covered in blood.
“Hey---you did it, congratulations Liz and hey it was only a small demo…can’t wait for the final presentation..” Zan mused.
Liz ignored him and stood up and made a beeline for the diner, forcefully pushing the double doors in front with a loud heave and gasped as air filled her lungs, and yet she felt torn inside. Torn because apart of her loved the feeling of control and the immense power she had.
“Hey” Zan said as he saw Liz leave. “You can’t leave,”
Kyle turned to him; his legs lent towards the door but he turned, grabbed Zan unexpectedly, bright him close and forcefully kneed him in the groin.
Zan groaned, clutching his crotch and slid to the floor.
“Dumb fuck,” Zan mumbled. “Liz,”

“No Zan,” Kyle replied. “There’s a little thing we like to call free will in America. So I have every right to kick your ass,”
Kyle later joined Liz outside the diner. She was sitting on the desert floor and allowed the wind to tousle her hair around her pale-stricken face.
“Liz.” His heart panged. “Are you.”
“Kyle we need to go,”
“Go where?”
“To Evans’s household.” Liz looked up at Kyle; her eyes had a thin red ring around her irises. “Max needs my help,”

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The lucid smoke coarse throughout his body and warmed him for a bit. The white bud still in-between his trembling lips Zan crossed his arms and quickly rubbed them before deciding to put on his black zipped down hoddie.

I shouldn’t have done that, Zan realised. Forced Liz to use her powers when she wasn’t emotionally and mentally capable to handling. Which sounded lame but Zan knew that Liz was a very moral person. Hurting or controlling people is a gift and a curse for Liz.

He was sitting on one of the closed blue dumpsters behind the restaurant, smoking his last cigarette. He flicked the bud and stomped it with his army boot, listening to the gunshot sound it made against the ground.
He felt his heart constrict as he saw out of the corner of his eyes, teal and silver.

He looked up and saw Liz walking towards him. Her hair was down and billowed around her breasts as she wore her Crashdown uniform with no apron. He then realised that three of her top buttons were undone and behind the veil of brown soft hair was her cleavage.

He felt himself instantly harden at the sight of her creamy white thigh sauntering towards him. He was about to hop off the dumpster when she grabbed him by the waist and swung herself upwards and her wetness rubbed against his groin.

Was she fucking serious? Zan thought but his hands slid over her waits and glided her against his length through the thick fabric of his cargos.

She felt so thick and warm against him, he increased the rhythm of his digging hips. His lips studied the curse of her neck and the top of her cleaves and flicked out his tongue, breathing in her womanly smell that radiated from her quivering wet throbbing thighs he prayed for release. He was beside himself. What changed? He thought as he saw lips curve into a smile before opening wider, rolling out her groan as his lips lightly teethed her hardening nipples. Her dress was hanging there by three buttons as her black-laced bra was discarded and left to the side. He felt his heart swell as his feelings for Liz coursed through his body.
“I love you,” He whispered. There he said it. He was always in love with Liz Parker. Ever since he first saw her when she arrived in Los Angles. He worshiped and protected her from afar but now, a lot of that was about to change.

He felt her stop. She slid off and he felt cold. His heart was slowly breaking, No, he said to himself. Liz just didn’t use him like many other girls…right? He looked up, and saw her stand confidently with her black army boots and short cross-cross skirt and red and black-stripped tank. What? Zan realised, his eyes darting up while his hand was outstretched, ready to attack. Zan was faced with two cold brown livid eyes. Her long brown hair shrivelled upwards and mattered into black, as her face was pale, her warm human glow disappeared. An array of jaded black short-cropped hair greeted him. Her jaded bangs were highlighting of her thickly Egyptian style eyes and dark red lips. A familiar gothic punk now stood a few feet from him and he now understood that the whore of all Babylon’s played him. The one and only Serena.
“Love is overrated lover,”

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Chapter 19

“To you it’s overrated because it gets in the way of sex Serena,”
“Ah! My love!” Serena slurred in her pretended French accent. Placing her arms on her waist she laughed at Zan’s innocence “You and your obsession with love! When are you gonna see that she loves max and that her vagina is a holy temple, a hotel reserved for one man,”
“As opposed to you Serena? Your vagina is a fucking flee bag motel, you’ll let anyone in….” Zan grimaced as he wiped his hands on his jeans. “I need to wash my hands in something, holy water, alcohol, who knows where you’ve been,”

“Well the grass is greener,” Serena remarked.
“What are you doing here in Roswell?”
“Too many lame jokes passed by our ill protector Kal. He hasn’t seen you for weeks…does he know you’re here?” Serena prowled, arching her left newly pierced eyebrow.

“He wouldn’t care, too busy doing kabana boys,”
Serena shuddered as Zan’s coldness washed over her heart. She tried to open the connection they once shared but she was met with emptiness
“ I wasn’t busy Zan, I noticed you were gone.”

“Ah gee, cut the crap Serena. You have no feelings whatsoever, something happened during your creation, no way can Liz be like you,”
“What about her sun spots Zan? You and Liz are the botched creations, not enough chemicals in your brain (Serena pointed to her head)…its either too much or too little that causes you to split your alien and human side in two…you have to be in complete balance emotionally, mentally, and physically…or else. you revert to savages.. Which the both of you are…MAX deserves better…nah he deserves moi,”

“What?” Zan crossed his arms over his hard dashboard chest and laughed. “STD on legs?”
“Zan.”
“Syphilis whore,” Zan whispered, although his voice was soft the pain Serena felt was endless. How can such a man? a man like Zan who could have anything and anyone he wanted chose Liz over her?
“Only humans can get that…”

“Yeah well. you are human-no wait. your not, you have no soul Serena…”
“I have one Zan, you are just cold heated to see it,” She could feel the tears on the brink of her eyelashes. How dare he say such a thing? She has a soul it was rich and immaculate and full of colour, except now, there was a big gaping hole. A hole she new can be complete with Zan…except since he wanted Liz Serena thought of Max and smiled. I guess I can have the undamaged goods then.
“Really?” Zan was still talking, “I gave you your chance and you pushed it away, with Rath…incestuous whore,”
“We didn’t know-“
“You full well know Serena. I am my own self,”
Serena felt livid, closing her eyes she placed her hands over her face, brushing away the heavy gothic makeup to reveal flawless ivory and innocent brown eyes and long flowing brown hair and sultry glossy lips.
Serena sensed Zan’s mind and wrapped around it with her unrequited love she had for him and forced itself into his heart, pushing away his fragile barriers. Serena blocked out his startled cries and outburst that sounded like a wounded child.
I’ll make you love me Zan, Serena thought.

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Zan knew that the vision of Liz in red velvet was fake, an illusion, and an evil siren.
He knew the underneath those virgin thighs laid a whore with old dried semen caked between her loose thighs.
This wasn’t Liz.

He felt someone slither into his mind and he cried out. Not again. Oh please not again. He barely managed to heal himself after her mind…. He felt the walls closing in around him and he hot against them until his fingers bled but his physical self was pushed this velvet Liz against the wall, spreading her hips back and grazing his fingers in-between her wet tight folds.

He felt her walls tightened around his hooked finger and felt himself grow harder, thicker and heat up as her harsh uneven breathed cooed like a humming bird into his end. He felt dirty inside because he knew it was Serena trying to grab him but this time he was stronger than her. He knew that this image was fake..

< I’m still here Zan, always inside you. A curse…>
No, get out get out he tried to bring his hands from inside to his head but managed to get halfway out when he felt himself slipping away against a strong presence.

< I know you’ll enjoy this Zan>

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“So, Max is in your head right now?”
Liz barely heard Kyle’s voice as she drove down the main strip heading to Roswell city limits. Liz replied, giving him a brief nod. How can she explain it? He was the other part of her soul. They each had this missing piece of their lives in their hearts. She could feel the pull towards like him like a strong current. Max was too far in his sub-conscious to reach Isabel; their mysterious connection was his last hope of coming out of his comatose state.

“So was this, like...” Kyle clasped his hands together, rasing his eyebrows as his eyes opened, becoming bluer as his smile turned into a sly smirk. “Happen in your previous life,”

“Ah Geez Kyle,” Liz clenched, placing her foot on the brake as she came to a stop sign. Liz veered over to look at Kyle, inwardly rolling her eyes. “Yeah. I guess so. Can we not talk about this.”
“Well, I thought you would be you know, eager to talk about it,”
“Its not something that I advertise on a billboard Kyle,”
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Zan woke up groggily, his eyelids stuck to his eyes as sweat beaded underneath his armpits. His arms were tied to two wooden pillars on a wooden slate, the type of bed you would get from a 2 star motel room. Except, this room was bare, with charcoal stained walls.

His felt cold corpse-like hands sliding around his waist and he inwardly shivered. He tried screaming but his mouth was gagged with an invisible rag. His forced his eyes open and found two brown eyes staring right back at him, a teal Crashdown uniform was half undone, her breasts hanging out and barely contained by a silver studded bra.

“Have you been a bad boy?” Her rich sultry voice filled his ears.
It’s not Liz…He reminded himself. It’s Serena...

Her hands wore around his unbuttons pants to his straining erection; he felt her cold fingers burning his hard straining flesh. The walls were closing around him and he found it hard to think. Someone was telling him to give in, to give up and let it happen.

No. I’m in control. Zan reminded himself and tried to move but some powerful force was keeping him there. Her hands move up and down, moving his flesh and slightly squeezing his balls and he felt himself getting harder. He felt sick. Stop this. He said to himself. He tried opening his mouth but he couldn’t. The walls inside his mind were thick as glass and it was suffocating his free will, his soul, staining it with filth.

He saw himself standing in a glass room. With four thick glass walls and a glass floor. He saw the walls move in an inch, only for a brief second so it felt like he was seeing a mirage inside his own mind.

She stood up and he saw each white button snap off, revealing another patch of smooth skin. Smooth as silk and he knew that Liz was not afraid.
Its Serena, Zan told himself but he heard himself chuckle.

She removed her silk panties to reveal a glistening bed of vine-like curls and he could smell her heat as her hips swagging over to his and saddle on him like a horse. Placing his hands on her small hips he nudge her legs open and they fell snugly around his waist. She opened himself unto him and Zan could see the hot mouth cavern and its river of sweet juices

gushing around his throbbing cock and he had to bit his lip from grabbing her hips and fucking her right then an there. No, with Liz he would make sure she enjoyed every inch of him. A white powered face flashed before him with dark eyes and black lips. He could hear Serena laughing inside his mind. Serena straddling him with her cold white thighs replaced the image of Liz straddling him, her black hair burning his eyes, as his mind was further crushed inward.
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Liz sighed; rubbing his eyes to get them tiny sleeps out.
“Truth is, I don’t know. I get vague images…” Liz sighed in mild frustration as the car in front of her refused to budge. Max needed her.
“Vague images”

“Dreams, I don’t remember…I choose not to Kyle. Who I was is not who I am today.” Which is true. She wasn’t some patron war goddess or the wife of King Zan.

“Yeah, but isn’t there a saying in which you learn from your mistakes…isn’t that the purpose of having a past life well…multiple lives…you learn from your past…and therefore, becoming wiser and history doesn’t repeat itself because you didn’t make the same mistake you made in your past life?”

“All that I can remember, and from what I’ve been told is that I was a war goddess, protector of the royal family and I broke all the rules, fell in love with a Mortal…yadda yadda yadda,”
“Wait a goddess?”

“Ah gee Kyle…not now okay? I’ll promise to give you a full length description but not right now the main point is that I can help save Max.”

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Serena liked the colour red. Red symbolise many things. The feeling of red silk sliding in between her fingers calmed her as she bonded Zan’s hands up against the backboard of an old bed with broken springs.
“Pick a number baby,” Serena whispered and her heart squelched at the sound of him crying in his induced state. Serena cupped her hands around his head, and cradled his skull before digging her fingernails inside the hard casing. She then retracting her hands back and saw her indents fade as Zan healed them.

“Now you listen to me Baby."Serena proded him "You’re going to pick a number and you’re going to love it, looove it,” Serena looked up and found herself standing behind Zan, her face contorted in misery.

“Shut Shut,” Serena shouted to herself, and watched in dismay as the image of herself fade behind Zan.” He looked so edible, tied up like a little lost lamb as he cooped himself up against that charcoal wall. Serena closed her eyes and entered his mind and found images of him making love to Liz, his love for Liz poring out with each muted cry.

“He loves me,” Liz stood beside Max, wearing a simple white gown that angels wear.

“Aint that sweet butterfly wings,” Serena replied, titling her head to the side, her hand grazing her sweaty skin. “What ‘bout Maxie boy-he’s cheery not popped…popped. pop pop pop.” Serena smiled, “Speaking of cherry’s” Serna felt her mouth water at the thought of popping Zan’s two big juicy cheery resting underneath her black jeans
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“Your butterfly is going to die soon, mon cher,” Serena liked the sound of that, and with that thought entered Zan’s thoughts to see which memory she could doctorate this time for kicks.
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“So what’s the plan?” Kyle asked as Liz pulled into Max’s street. Good question, Liz thought. A plan is what they needed and during the long drive to Max’s house Liz plagued herself with different plans of actions but came up empty handed.

Liz swung herself out of car and waved her hand over her clothes, changing into a pair of grey cargo pants and a dark black silk shirt. Her hair was unruly swept around her shoulders and she could feel his presence as she drew near.

“ We need healing stones,” Liz said. “We need to restore the balance within Max.”

“U-huh…so how do we plan on getting Max out of here. For the record I still don’t trust him,” Kyle placed an arm around Liz’s shoulder and gave her a quick squeeze. ‘But Ill give him the benefit of the doubt,”
“Well, all I have to do is dodge hell,” Liz pointed to the main entrance to the Evans’ house.

“How about using your empathic powers?” Kyle suggested.
Liz shook her head. “Ill like to do this the right way Kyle…I’ve royally screwed things up as it is,”
Liz was about to head up the driveway when Maria came rushing out, her eyes still red-fresh from tears.

“Max..is…he’s dead….he’s “

“No he’s not, he needs healing stones,” Liz replied calmly and waved her hand over Maria’s face, saying slowly, “It will be alright,”
“It will be alright,” Maria, replied, a little calmer and ushered Kyle and Liz inside.

“Jedi mind trick,” Kyle mumbled.
“Hey, Star Wars is my favourite movie…”Liz smirked. “And yeah I used my Jedi mind trick only because it was necessary,”
“Yeah when Maria’s goes off..She’s like---POW!!! a weapon of mass destruction in itself,”

Liz had to laugh at that; after all she knew that deep down Kyle was just trying to lighten the mood.

“Well, after you,” Kyle bowed and allowed her to enter the threshold.

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Chapter 20

She could feel her power unfurl like a dragon’s snare as she walked further inside, feeling a sense of claustrophobia as the hallways became narrow and thin.
Kyle had stopped jabbering and resorted to calming Maria down and Liz was thankful for that. For she was too preoccupied by the presence she felt tugging at her soul. It was fiery, seductive and intoxicating but it was also weak and slowly fading.
Max, Liz thought. It’s Max.

“What the hell! is she doing here?” Tess barked as Liz entered Max’s room. Isabel was next to Tess, both of their arms were crossed but the only person Liz had her eyes trained on was Max. His body lay limp on the bed, his eyes open but glazed as no flicker of response was registered each time Isabel would whisper her brother’s name or when Tess would kiss his cheeks as they did now.

“I’m here to help save Max and seek redemption,” Liz replied. She told herself to think of it as procedure and not someone that she loved dying in his own distorted mind that she was responsible for in the first place; thanks to her mind warp.

“We need healing stones right away!” Liz told her brother just as he entered Max’s room. Her back was turned away from him but Liz could feel his essence swirl behind her. Kneeling at the opposite side of Max’s bed that was closet to the door Liz absently took Max’s right hand. His left was shared between Isabel and Tess.

Maria, Kyle and Alex ambled in as Michael left. Alex and Maria rushed to Isabel and Tess’s side. Alex and Maria stood behind them, their hands on Isabel and Tess’s shoulders, giving them mild comfort as their friend was fading away.

Kyle sat at the foot of the bed, in between the two groups. He cocked his right eyebrow at Liz to cheer her up but Liz only returned his mock gesture with a sight frown. This wasn’t the time nor the place to be cracking jokes. Every person was a fragile piece of china and Liz had the glue but didn’t know how to glue each piece back together. It was a strange thought but Max was the vase with pieces missing and his friends and loved ones were those missing pieces. Liz wasn’t. She was the person with the glue.
<Enough with the metaphors!> The voice was faint and husky but Liz’s eyes nearly bugged out.
< Max?You can hear me?> sent him back a wave of relief to know that he was alive, somewhere. < I’ll get you out okay?>
She received no reply but his voice gave Liz enough courage to save him.
Michael returned from Isabel’s room, healing stones in hand he handed them out to Isabel, Alex, Maria. As Michael turned to Kyle he shushed the stone away.
“I’m here for moral support,” He offered Liz a smirk.
This meant that it left two stones left. One for Michael and the other one was left for either Tess or Liz to have.
Tess grabbed the stone out of Michael’s hands before he even made a decision.
“Just tell us what to do Liz,” She looked down at Max’s face and added, “I’m coming Maxie Poo,”
“I don’t need one anyway,” Liz whispered. She looked up, and around the group as Michael sat down next to her. “Alright, if we are gonna do this. We each have to work together.” She glared at Tess. “Even I have to make some sacrifices,”

Liz’s shoulder’s sagged a bit before she sat up straight. “Alright. I want everyone one to close their eyes and picture themselves in a grass field.”
Maria and Alex rolled their eyes. Liz caught this and added. “First we must be at balance within ourselves before we go into chaos,”

Once everyone had reluctantly closed their eyes Liz continued, using a soft soothing voice. “Now, think of the one thing that makes you happy. It could be a teddy bear or your boyfriend. Whatever. Concentrate on that happy thought and find peace.”
Liz felt their essences find peace and knew that everyone was now stable. Now, comes the hard part.
“Cup the stone in your hand,” Liz watched them do as she instructed and listened to the hums each stone vibrating as they began to glow. Liz closed her eyes and brushed gently against their minds and sort of hooked them together with a wire. Once she felt that everyone’s mind was joined with hers Liz reached out with her mind to make the connection, like dialling a phone number, to Max’s mind.

Then she felt the tug and the feeling of falling down into nothingness as she sunk further into her connection she shared with Max.
It was Maria who spoke first, “Oh my god,”

Liz opened her eyes and found herself in the middle of a hexagon. There were six points; each point had a pedestal in which the person stood, holding their healing stone. The air was cold and the wind froze her insides. Isabel and Tess were standing on the top half, Micahel and Maria on the sides with Alex on the bottom in between the two bottom pedestals. The hexagon was made of rusted steel and reminded her of the four square symbol.
“It’s like when we restored the balance in you Michael,” Isabel shouted, you could tell as her mouth was open wide and her throat was burning red but her voice was only a soft whisper against the howling winds.
Liz’s hair swept in front of her face, so she brushed it aside for a moment.

Where was Max?

“Max!” Liz shouted, her voice echoed around every pedestal like a faint whisper.
“No one move!” Liz ordered just as she saw Maria lifting a foot off the pedestal.“We wait for Max to arrive. Focus on your happy place within the Forrest. We all must feel nothing. Not hate, not envy. Just concentrate on the objective…” Her voice echoed and sounded afraid even to her own cold ears.
“What is THIS PLACE?” Her brother asked. Liz turned around while standing on her platform in the middle. her platform was a big rusted circle, unlike the other pedestal it was larger in diameter and could fit two people.
“ It’s the balance Michael,” Liz shouted back but knew that her voice would sound like a rasped whisper as it echoed to every one. “It was engineered into our bodies. It’s a inner healing circle and the outer rim represents friends and family who are close to the person,”
“What about the inner circle,” Alex said.
Liz sighed. She knew what the inner circle represented. She knew if she told them that the inner circle represented soul mates…well…it wouldn’t go down too well.
“It represents Soul mates,” a deep male voice whispered behind her. Liz turned around and there stood Max, but his eyes were no longer the sparkling amber as she remembered but dark, almost obsidian. His shoulder length black hair was un-kept and roughly brushed back by the howling winds His left hand touched her cheek and gentle rubbed her high cheek bones in awe.
“Vár,” he whispered.
“What?” Liz stared into his eyes. His face was clean shaven and flawless. He looked eerily beautiful in the pale sunlight.
“Your pet name my sweet,” His whispered back. Liz knew everyone could hear what he was saying. She hoped Tess was keeping her cool. “Where’s Max,”
“Well,” The Max look alike replied, smiling, “ from a certain point of view I am who you seek Ava,”
“That’s not my name,” Liz replied. She realised who she was talking to. Zan. The King of Antar. Max’s alien half.
“Is it now?” Zan mocked, his arms swooped from underneath his regal robes and brought her closer into his embrace, his chin resting on top of the crown of her head. “Did you suddenly change who you are Ava?” he lightly kissed her forehead. Liz felt her feelings spill out. No, she ordered herself. Must keep calm. Must resist. Liz unhooked herself from their embrace and stood an inch apart and remained firm, gazing up into his eyes.
“My name is Liz. Max’s friend.” Liz added. She had to remind herself that although she loved Max and this man was her husband. Things change. Max loved Tess and she owed it to Tess to save her boyfriend.
“No, you are Ava. Wife of Zan. Queen of Antar,” Zan slipped a lopsided grin.
“I was that woman but now…..” Liz sighed, desperately wanting to lose herself in his warm embrace. She could feel the pull and she wanted to give in.
“Why am I not in THAT circle Isabel?” Tess’s shrill interrupted her revive. “Maxie? Maxie? MAXIE!!!”
….things change,” Lis finished.
“Yes they do Liz. But not always. Explain why we are here Liz?” Zan gestured to the soul mate circle. “If you are not Ava and I’m not Zan how come we are here in the soul mate circle?”
“We are not soul mates,” Liz shouted, her eyes began to water and her heart fluttered with love she shared for Max, for this man that stood before her.
“Contrary to popular belief only a strong connection like you share with Max could only be soul mate related? Hmmm that mind speak is the first step to something…better,”
“Where is he?” Tess’s screams began to get on Liz's nerves and she could feel her face heating up. No, Liz whispered. She would not lose her cool and have a sunspot.
“I represent him. I am his soul.” Zan said.
“Where is Max Evans?” Liz asked for what felt like the billionth time.
“Tess… TESS NO!” Liz heard Isabel scream. Liz whirled around to see Tess step off her pedestal, dropping her healing stone on the ground.
A loud shrill, like crystals exploding echoed as each stone dimmed and fell to the ground. The sand turned to ash as the pedestals disappeared and her head felt dizzy.
“ALEX!” Isabel shouted as she saw Alex flicker before disappearing, along with Maria and Michael. Liz watched as King Zan faded into nothingness. All of her hard work was for nothing. Max was Lost forever.
Tess will pay, she could hear her voice laugh as the darkness beagn to seep inside her soul.
“LOOK at what you’ve done!” Tess screamed as she stepped onto the soul mate circle. “IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!!!! ME “Tess pointed to her self. “ ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME”
Liz saw white dots foam in front of her vision. She felt hands dig into her skull and take control.
No, Liz thought as she felt her body sink underneath the heavy waves. Not another Sun spot.
Meanwhile Tess continued shouting at Liz. “ME ME ME ME ME MAX LOVES ME! NOT YOU! ME! Me…” Her throat suddenly felt constricted and Tess clutched her hands over her throat, collapsing onto the rusted floor, scrapping her skin but Tess could not wail in pain. Tess tried breathing in but something was blocking her windpipes.
Tear streaked, Tess looked up to see Liz with her hand outstretched and clenched as if she was choking an invisible neck. Her eyes were a fierily yellow, like two demon eyes.
“Get up bitch!”
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Liz awoke to death stares. Liz was sprawled awkwardly on the floor, her neck was buzzing in pain. Liz sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes as she took in her surroundings.
“How could you?” Isabel cried, holding a frightened Tess in her arms. Liz could faintly see a red handprint on Tess’s neck but Liz was too busy trained on Max. More importantly. He was awake.
Maria was the first to notice. “Girlfriend,” She shouted leaping onto Max. He grunted but quickly hugged her. Michael nodded at Max but his arms were already around Liz’s shoulders. It wasn’t a comforting gesture but as if she was a monster. She could feel Michael’s fear. What the hell is going on? Did I do something?
Isabel and Tess hugged Max and Max showered Tess with kisses and gasped at the handprint on her neck.
“How did you” he began.
“She did!” Tess cried, pointing at Liz, her face turned smug and buried her happy expression in Max’s shoulders. Max stared at Liz oddly, using his hand to push himself up so he could see her. Liz felt awkward but managed to sit up right with Michael holding her arms behind her back. His hands with like steel metal cuffs. That is, until she realised that she was, indeed, hand cuffed. Kyle and Alex were no where to be found.
“Leave us,” Max ordered.
“But..” Tess protested.
“Now,” He whispered. Isabel helped Tess walk outside with Maria in tow.
Michael nodded and left Liz handcuffed and kneeling on the floor. He stared at Liz. “No funny business,” he added. “Ill be outside” with that, he closed the door.
“Max…I…” Liz didn't know where to begin. She had no idea what happened but it was Tess's fault to begin with. After all she stepped off her square, causing the balance to waver and inturn cause Liz to have another sun spot and possibly her alien self almost killed Tess.
“Who are you?” Max asked.

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Chapter 21

This is what it feels like to be Liz Harding Right now. You’re not human. You were born half human and half alien. There is a flaw in your genetic makeup that causes you to have a split personality. Your alien half wants to destroy your life.

You’ve been on the run for the past seventeen years and have watched people around you that you’ve loved and cared for die because of what you are. You put people’s lives in danger.

You come to Roswell and find one person who understands you. That person has now just asked who you were. I’m everything, Liz wanted to shout.
“Okay, um. What do you remember and let’s take it from there,”
Max rubbed his head and grimaced. “Not much I’m afraid.”
“Well there’s no time like the present,” Liz chuckled but she let her voice die down. Her hands began to burn as the cuffs dug into her wrists.
“I remember Michael talking about the sighting in Frazier woods. I remember going there and discovering the symbol was from Nasdeo. I remember being capture from the FBI..” Max’s voice hitched. “But I have no idea about you, who are you?”

“That’s a loaded question,” Liz whispered.
“I heard that,” Liz noticed that he seemed relaxed, almost teasing.
“Well. My name is Liz Harding I arrived in Roswell almost a month ago…I think. Anyhow I am the fourth member of the pod squad,”
“Pod Squad?” His voice reinforced the confusion he felt but it also stung Liz’s heart. He knew nothing about her or about his alien self. What happened? What did I do? Liz tried to think back to when Tess stepped off her pedestal but only remembered darkness, the feeling of two cold white hands digging into her skull and taking control. Liz drummed her fingers absently behind her back to keep calm and to distract herself. She couldn’t look at Max without showing how much she is in love with him. Which is absurd, she didn’t know him..did she? Liz sighed. Love makes things complicated.

“I am the fourth member of your unit that crashed in Roswell back in 47. Nasdeo took me under his wing and we spent seventeen years together on the run until we..Well He found you guys and brought me here to Roswell New Mexico,”
“How come my friends don’t like you? My girlfriend…”His voice hitched and felt a sense of bewilderment in his essence but Liz took no notice. She could feel the familiar hum she usually felt around them when they were connected. So, Liz assumed that whatever happened in the balance circle not only caused memory loss but also served their connection. “…… said you tried to hurt her?” He asked.
“Why??” Liz drawled out, she was afraid of what he might do to her. “Aren’t you mad?”
“I am..” He said but to Liz it sounded like he was trying to convince himself than her, “ but I’m still…I feel like I’ve been hit by a giant bus or something,”

“Oh..okay,” Liz tried not to chuckle but he seemed so fragile, and so much like a King. Even when all hell breaks loose he takes the situation with patience and with careful observation. He truly was their leader.
“Just answer my question Ava.” Max asked, but this time his tone was much sharper and Liz realised that she must have been dozing off. True, she did feel drained and felt like her skull had been removed but the hypnotic rhythm her hands created distracted her and sometimes gave her flashes of feelings that felt familiar but Liz didn’t dwell on that…she would later but right now she had to answer his question. Wait….did he just call me Ava?

“Liz..” Liz reminded him. Its not that she didn’t like the idea Max calling her by her Antarian name but that name brought many painful memories of her childhood and roused feelings from within that Liz didn’t want to deal with while max was trying to figure out who she is.
“Sorry, uh..Liz.” He blushed. “Sorry I thought you would be an Ava..”
“Well Ava is my Antarian name Max Its only natural for you to…”
“To what?”


“Resort to old habits I guess,” Liz sheepishly smiled. “So, anyways… I didn’t receive a warm welcome Max. You see I was told that I was your destined Mate,”
“Destined mate!” Max’s eyes widened in shock.
“According to some book I’m your destiny,” Liz rushed on, she didn’t want him to have a heart attack about being her…mate.
“I won’t let some book tell me what to do,” Max said.
“Yeah well…you and I didn’t hit it off well but we…” connected, fell in love with each other. Or so I thought, Liz corrected herself.
‘We..” Max said, nodding at her to continue.
“Look. The short version is that Tess was kidnapped by Nasdeo and you tried to save her but ended up captured by Agent Pierce. We activated these orbs..”
“Orbs?” Max raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

Liz’s jaw almost dropped. He doesn’t even know about the orbs. “Communication devices. It was given to me by River Dog when I arrived. Anyhow your mother appeared and said that we all lived before,”
“Lived before?”
“Yes. We are lived before. You were king, I was your wife. Isabel was your sister who was betrothed to my brother, Michael who was your second commander. However I knew that this will destroy your lives so I mind warped you all, which caused you to fall into a coma since your mind had been previously tortured by the FBI. We went in there to find you and it was risky and I told everyone to not leave their pedestals but Tess did anyway…” Liz knew that it was a lot to take in and that she sounded like a twelve year old but she was still raw from the entire ordeal.

What troubled her more was that she couldn’t remember anything that transpired after Tess steeped onto the pedestal…” …it caused everyone to disappear and since my engineering is already screwed up my alien self got cranky and must have force choked her” Liz inwardly smiled. Kyle would be chuckling right now…if he was here. Where was he anyway? Liz realised that she stopped talking and almost stopped breathing. Max was staring at her, his eyes were darker and he seemed to be touching her with his warm harsh breaths, “.. Or… something….and that’s the long of the short of it…or…the….so I’m sorry.”
“What is wrong with you?” He asked, almost flabbergasted he slid off his bed and crawled to where she was and sat next to her. His intense amber eyes boring into her brown eyes.
“Huh?” Liz said, she could feel herself being suck back into the abyss of his amber eyes. Her face grew hot and she drew herself closer to him and to his lips….

“You said that you have some kind of flaw?” Max whispered, his eyes flicked to her eyes and to her lips and Liz felt a kick in her gut as he too, leaned in and together they drank up the warm feelings that stirred within each other.

“Ahh well…when I was created the scientists must have been drinking because there is an uneven balance of chemicals in my brain. I have to be in balance and at peace with myself..so If I get to angry or…I reject my alien self. I dunno…I get sun spots..Black outs in which me…my human self falls unconscious and my alien side takes over. My alien side must have been cranky when her husabdnd..Zan..which was your Antarian name disappeared. For that I’m sorry and because of what has happened..you must have lost some of your memories but you are normal, healthy and I’m still alive so I’ll say everything is just peachy,” Liz blushed as she continued to stare into his face. His face was flawless, a healthy bronze as his amber eyes caused her to hold her breath and clench her hands behind her back. Liz bit her lower lip to keep herself from kissing him. Kissing him, as much as she wanted to, he doesn’t remember her and for now it was best to keep it that way.
“Why are your hands behind your back?” His eyes roamed over her face and flicked to her body and Liz gulped. Why is he suddenly closer to her if he can not remember who she was? More importantly he kissed Tess a moment ago so….

“Well. I’ve been handcuffed.” Liz offered. This was true. While she was unconscious she must have been handcuffed.
“Handcuffed,” Max said, she could smell his warm minty breath against her cheek and the smell of his rainforest aftershave burned her nose. Someone this good shouldn’t be this close to her without touching her. Or allowing her to drink out his smell and savour that minty smell using her mouth.

“Yeah, everyone thinks I’m some deranged killer,” Liz adverted her eyes to the floor; her hair fell across her face and shielded her face from his view. Her face was flushed and her hands were itching against the metal cuffs. Her body ached with physical need to be touched by Max’s hand. She felt tears well up in her eyes as she tried to hold back lust Max caused as he looked at her with his dark alluring eyes.


‘Yeah, well, from experience if you were some killer like Pierce you would have killed me by now so…I believe that you are no threat to me or the others,” As he said this to her his hand touched her cheek and pushed back her hair to fall behind her ear. The hair was long gone but his hand continued to stroke her cheek, coaxing her to look up into his eyes.
“Would you like me to uncuff you now?” He asked. His eyes said something else. Something that Liz desperately wanted to reciprocate. Damn the consequences, she wanted this but the logical side of her brain told her no. It told her to wait until Max remembered who she was and how much Liz thought she meant to him.


Still, Liz nodded in response. Max was just inches away from her lips that every word he spoke his upper lip brushed against her. She could feel his warm lips every second his mouth moved and it was by sheer will and determination that Liz didn’t close the distance.


“Okay then,” He smiled, his hands slid down her shoulders, “You need to lean into me. If I’m going to get to the cuffs,” Liz nodded but at the back of her mind she thought about turning around, therefore giving an easier access to her handcuffs but if Max wanted to do it this way she would oblige, which only raised more questions in her mind. By doing it this way would only close the distance between them, allowing full body contact. Did he want that amount of contact?

Her mind was running a mile a minute, trying to come up with a logical explanation but found nothing. His hands slowly travelled behind her back, lightly grazing her breasts. Liz shivered and stared into his eyes. Why was he doing this to her? Am I dreaming? Is this apart of an elaborate sexual fantasy.

Don’t think that right now, Liz felt her eyelids becoming heavy and her breathing shallower. All she thought about was the feeling of his hands weaving behind her lower back and nudging her forward, collapsing against his chest her lips grazed against his just as the clicking sound of the cuffs came off.

“Uh…thanks,” Liz almost cried out as the heat of Max’s body left her skin. She sat up and began rubbing her wrists, concentrating on healing her lacerations instead of thinking about fulfilling her sexual desires with Max. Max sat up too. She could tell by his expression that he was feeling the same thing she was but for what reason, Liz didn’t know.

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Zan stripped off his clothes, not bothering to carefully place them on Liz’s bath chair. Instead he ripped his torn dried blood shirt as if he was shedding a layer of dead skin. He could still smell Serena on him. His seed was caked on his legs, along with long thin nail marks like lion claws searing his inner thighs. He felt dirty on the outside as well on the inside. He could feel himself getting sick again so he dropped to the floor and retched into Liz’s bath tub. His throat was raw and his stomach queasy. Yet, he could still see Serena when he closed his eyes.

I’ll never be free of her, Zan realised. I’ll never be free. She’ll always be in control. A single tear trickled down his left cheek. He let another fall before he collapsed into the shower, shattering the shower door in one plunge, tiny bits of glass dug into his skin. He bit inside his cheek to keep from screaming.

He had enough of hearing himself cry out for tonight, crying out for salvation, for death. He drew his knees up and began to rock back and forth. He flicked on the showerhead with his eyes and hot water bored down. Zan only concentrated on the sound of hot water falling. The loud shushing sound kept him sane and allowed him a moment’s peace before he closed his eyes. His torturer made of white flesh and cold dark brown eyes and a smile of a fallen angel greeted him. Serena, Zan realised.
“You’ll always be mine,” Serena whispered, her white cold hands sunk into his mind and little by little Serena stripped away his dignity and soul.
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“Dude, why are we driving to Liz’s house again?” Alex asked for the billionth time.
“Patience is a virtue,” Kyle replied but he was barely listening to Alex in the first place. As soon as Michael reluctantly placed the cuffs on his sister due to his girlfriends emotional stress and pressure from Isabel Kyle bolted and took Alex with him. He needed to find Zan. He wanted answers about Liz’s condition. He also wanted everyone to stop thinking that Liz was a threat to their national security. Liz Harding was his best friend. Zan would provide answers, Kyle hoped.

“Cut the crap Kyle! Where the hell are we going?” Alex’s eyes flickered between Kyle and the deserted street.
“We are going to see an old friend who’ll provide answers,” Kyle pulled over and turned off the engine to his mustang. He jumped out and Alex followed suit a few steps behind. Truth was Kyle had no idea what he was doing but he wanted to know about Liz’s sunspots and about this “balance circle” as Maria called it. He knew that Liz wouldn’t harm anyone unless something happened in there. Alex told him that the last thing he remembered was Tess stepping off the pedestal and the sensation of cold white hands shoving its way through his skull.
Kyle picked Liz’s lock, casually strolled in the front entrance and closed the door was a soft thud. He could hear the shower running in the distance.

“ZAN, GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!!” Kyle bellowed. Alex flinched at the harsh sound of Kyle’s voice. Out of frustration Kyle raked his hands through his brown locks, a few loose strands flick around his blue eyes. He hiked upstairs, using the railing for support. Alex followed suit.

“Zan?”
“Max’s dupe,” Kyle headed towards the bathroom
“Dupe?” Alex let out a slow hiss as he walked into Liz’s bathroom.
The shower doors were smashed, the glass was half shattered and the red metal door frame was bent backwards and curled like red ringlets.
Steam covered the floor and fogged up the mirrors but the sound of a young man crying filled the room. Despite the fact that scars and tattoo’s covered the man’s forearms and his back shoulder blades the sound of his cries revealed a scared little boy. Kyle felt his face flush in embarrassment. He knew what it felt like to be the guy crying and the feeling of being caught. So, Kyle raised his eyebrows over to Alex and slowly they backed out of the bathroom.
“Whenever you fell like getting out of the shower man…”Kyle cleared his throat. Head down to the lounge. We need to talk about Liz and her unknown abilities man,”
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Five minutes had passed and neither Kyle nor Alex uttered a single word to each other once they lounged themselves over Liz’ sofa’s.
Alex opened his mouth, about to say something when Zan strolled in. He was wearing a pair of loose green cargos and a loose button down shirt that was half hanging open to show a black man singlet underneath. His hair was slick back and a couple of his dreadlocks had lost its hold but for some reason, Kyle knew that Zan didn’t care. He was too torn within himself to bother about his appearance. Knowing this troubled Kyle but he would have to talk with him later. He knows that by caring about Zan’s state of mind sounded kinda suss even to his own mind but Liz cared about him. They shared a special bond over living on the streets or on the run. They were also alien and flawed, and because of this Kyle had to check to see if things are okay.
“Why is dumbo over here?”

“HEY!” Alex touched his ears and was red with embarrassment. Zan pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a flick of a wrist. He breathed in and Kyle stared at the hot ash centre slowly burning away. Zan blew out slowly with a sigh; smoke billowed from his mouth and hovered around his face, like a curtain shielding his emotions from the world. He stretched out his left hand towards Alex and clenched his fist. Alex clutched his throat and gagged, salvia was slowly dribbling from the corner of his mouth.

“-Elp me..ca’nt bre—thee” Alex’s eyes were watered as the muscles in his throat clenched together like a crushed coke can.
“I find your lack of faith disturbing,” Zan whispered as he took another slow drag. “You should be honoured to have someone like Liz in your miserable lives,”
“Zan, let him go,” Kyle’s eyes widened as he flicked his gaze between Zan and Alex who was slowly choking to death.
Zan unclenched his fist and left his left palm rest on the couch. Alex’s whole body sagged and slid to the floor, couching and spluttering he continued to hold his neck as if he was anticipating it to be closed again by Zan.

“How did?” Kyle gestured between Alex clutching his throat and Zan.
Zan shrugged his shoulders, “We can manipulate the molecular structure of things.” Zan breathed out a slow smokey O. “We can move objects with our minds Kyle. I think we can choke someone by using our minds,”
“Max--…They…haven’t…”Alex heaved, still trying to get his breathing back to normal.

“The Roswell posse has lived a merry cherry life. They weren’t runnin’ from their enemies’. Both human and alien alike. Liz and I..” Zan’s face warmed and his eyes seemed to shine with a bright amber light form within. “We were trained in our powers. Besides our faults we know how to survive we the goin’ gets tough,”
“Speaking of Liz. She’s in trouble,”
“What kind of trouble?” Zan asked as he closed his right hand over his cigarette bud. A small ball of light exploded from inside his palm and when he opened his palm the cigarette was gone.
“Well, after we left the diner Liz knew that Max was in trouble. Something to do with her alien connection with him or something. Anyways…we went to his house and we used the healing stones to restore the balance. From what Alex, the guy you nearly choked to death with your mind said that Liz nearly killed Tess while they were in some kind of balance circle. I thought that maybe you could explain Liz’s condition.”

“First of all…Liz is fine okay. Second of all, I wouldn’t blame Liz for killing that pesky annoying slut of a girl..or Tess, whatever. Tess must’ve did something to disrupt the balance circle and caused a mind explosion. Some people are known to have memory loss due to people altering the balance,”
“Now, this is where I don’t understand. What’s with this all balance stuff?”
“Don’t you humans fall of balance? Don’t you humans have mental breakdowns and need others to guide you back onto your feet. It’s the same thing with us Antarians but a bit different. Max had been tortured, both emotional, mentally and physically. Then Liz mind warped his fragile mind. It’s a big no no and I assure you that Liz forgot about that….you see her ability to alter the nerves and neurons in the human brain is a power and yet deadly power. If she alters an unstable or broken mind…like Max’s or someone who was schizophrenic then..she could cause a number or brain damages..however, from what you have told me it seems ..because of Tess…Liz couldn’t help Max restore the balance within himself and therefore has some memory loss…”


A buzzing sound vibrating from Alex’s front pocket interrupted the discussion. Alex pulled out his cell phone but Zan swiped it off him before Alex could answer.
“Hello,” Zan said but it was Alex’s voice, not Zan’s deep rough voice that answered the phone. “She’s what? Ahh…okay,”Zan noddedto himself. “How’s Max doing? Ahh…I see…He’s What??? Ah..okay well Kyle and I were just letting Valenti know what’s going on…”Zan bit his lower lip, “Uh-huh..and are you okay Isabel? Maybe you should lay down and let Micahel keep an eye on his sister and Max. Okay..see you soon. Bye,”Zan slammed the phone shut and chucked it back to Alex.
“It seems that Max is awake and is fine but has no memory of Liz whatsoever.”

“So??”Alex shrugged his shoulder.
“Its odd.” Zan shook his head. “Lon—Isabel said that Liz tried to kill Tess and that she was wondering whether or not that when Nasdeo returns if she could—be..taken away for a while. Isabel said that when Tess stepped off her pedestal and entered the middle circle two cold white hands shoved their way through her skull and nearly fryed her brains out. She used what energy left to take Alex, Micahe and Maria out of the balance circle but left Tess behind.” Zan clapped his hands together. “Only two people are allowed in the middle. If Tess intervined then it threw everything off balance and I’m guessing..that Liz’s sun spots reared its head and tried to ..”Zan sighed. “This doesn’t make sense at all…Serena could tell me but I rather burn in hell then walk back to her,”
“Whose’s Serena?” Alex asked.


“Liz’s dupe,” Kyle answered. “Speaking of which, did you have a visit form her today,” Kyle pointed at the scratch and bite marks covering his exposed arms.
“It’s none of your business,” Zan gritted his teeth. “Serena is one mother fucker that you don’t wanna meet. She’s not human. She’s worse than that Nasdeo guy.”


“How so?”
“Her powers are more…. developed than Liz’s. She can not only mind warp people but astral project herself. Alter and control what people are feeling, seeing and remembering. She can also possess people…she stumbled on that while mind warping Lonnie. Serena possessed Lonnie to slash her wrist and I had to heal my older sis….funny…Lonnie always said that it was like two cold hands shoving its way through her skull before she blacked out..” Kinda sounds like my sun-spots, Zan added silently so only he could hear. Pieces began to fall into place and he had a bad revelation but now was not the time to think about Serena. Liz was in trouble and he had to do something.

“Look. I think its best for you guys to have some Brady bunch meeting or something,” Zan clasped his hands together, shaking his head, “cos I have nothing to say…if I did I doubt that “Dumbo boy” over here will agree with me since Dominatrix girl Isabel here has you hook, line and sinker.” Zan stood up and pointed to the hallway, leading to the front door. “I suggest you leave before my sun-spots rears its head and I show you how pain is supposed to be felt,”

Alex got up and didn’t think twice. Kyle, on the other hand.
“Look, I thought you loved Liz but now I see that you are only looking out for yourself,”


“I do love her. More than life itself. That is way its best for Liz to face this head on without me getting involved. You better much sure Dumbo boy—“
“Stop calling him that,”
“Whatever man, he better not babble to his mistress because right now we dupe’s better stay in the dark.”
“Speaking of your New York posse? Any time you’d thinking of going back there,”
“As soon as I have a talk with Liz I’m leavin’ but if you don’t leave Kyle I swear that you’ll be pushing friggin daisies for a month,”
Kyle clenched his jaw. He was wrong about Zan. He needed to catch Alex before he tells Isabel about Zan. Right now, Liz needs all the help she can get.

Kyle turned his heel and Zan waited until he heard the front door slam before collapsed onto the ground in a heap. He wasn’t strong enough to use his powers just yet…even using that choke on Dumbo boy took a lot of juice. He feverishly closed his eyes and tried to find his healing centre. Most of all he tried to not think about Serena and how the sensation of her mind warps sounded exactly like his sun-spots.

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Chapter 22

Where is he? Liz thought as she stared out the bay window in the Evans’s lounge room. Where was Zan? For the first time in her life she wanted to talk with someone who understood her condition. Her hands were weapons of mass destruction but she wasn’t always the one pulling the trigger. Her alien side was, and for what reasons Liz might never understand wanted to hurt her friends. After Max took off her handcuffs Michael entered the room. Before he could say anything Max assured him that she was not ‘dangerous’. Currently, at this moment, the Roswell group, minus Alex and Kyle, were having their meeting about her, and whether or not she should remain in cuffs until Nasdeo returned or be allowed to walk around home free.
This is getting ridiculous, Liz said to herself but she couldn’t help the tears well around her eyes and her throat clench. Huddling herself into the corner she watched the deserted streets of Roswell in silence as the desert sun bathed its warmth on the brown patched garden. It was four o’clock in the afternoon. Soon it will be dark. She had to go home and have a shower, eat ice cream and rent a lot of movies, anything to take her mind off her life.
“Would you like some fried-rice?” Max held out a small ball of steaming fried rice. “It’s without prawns,” he added, “And it’s got hot sauce on it too,” He changed into a pair of green cargo pants and a tight fitting grey shirt. It highlighted the golden flames burning in his amber eyes and made his dark bangs seem darker and more alluring than before. In fact, everything about him seems alluring. It was a strong force that clung around him and she could feel its pull. Liz stared up at him and his carefree smile. Maybe this memory loss wasn’t such a bad thing, Liz thought. She knew that sooner or later the nightmares will start and all the buzzing life that was evident on his face was be sucked from him.
“I hate prawns,” Liz finally answered in a hushed whisper; her gaze was still trained on the brown-green patched garden. She wondered how she would look like if she were a garden? Black? Desolate with vultures eating decomposed bodies?
“Me too. Although Isabel loves them,” Max shrugged and handed a small bowl to Liz while he sat down across from her on the small bay couch.
“Have they finished with the sentence yet?” Liz asked, digging her fork into the rice, allowing its alluring scent of Asian spices and Tabasco sauce to pass through her nose.
Max shook his head, eating a spoonful of rice, “I slipped out five minutes ago.”
“Oh” Liz’s face fell, “look,” Liz placed her bowl on the couch and stood up, stretching her back, yawning. “I’m going to go and give you guys’ space,”
Liz looked over at Max, still in mid stretch and saw that Max wasn’t looking back at her but at her stomach. Liz dipped her eyes down and saw that her top had ridden upwards while she was stretching and was showing skin, lots of skin. The back of her neck flushed with heat and her chest tightened. She dropped her arms and felt her face heat up in embarrassment. Sweat began to trickle down her sides from her armpits.
“Why?” Max’s eyes flicked to her face as he too placed his half eaten bowl of fried rice on the couch next to hers.
“So much has happened Max,” Liz replied as she stood up with her arms wrapped around herself. She stepped away as Max crowed around her with his head bowed down and inches away from her mouth. She turned her back to the window and watched the sun blaze in the clear blue sky. “ I think it’s best if you guys heal and have some down time,” Liz turned her head and looked at him. He seemed so lost and the innocent child like expression he had plastered across his face told her that he didn’t want her to leave him. “And besides…” she felt Max’s tentative hands brush across her shoulders, slowly turning her back towards him. The entire time she felt this electric pulse corse throughout her body. His eyes rivalled any colour of gold or mahogany. His dark hair reminded her of the night sky. She loved the night. His skin felt warm-his hands were slightly shaky as his eyes were gazing down at her. “I don’t wanna stay here Max,” She added in a whisper and she could see the stark changes in his body-it went rigid as his face fell and a frown appeared on his trembling thick lips.
Max’s hands were grasping on her forearms and locked on tight. He seemed beside himself as a torrent of emotions played across his face until he said. “I want you to stay here,” His voice broke as his red brimmed amber eyes shed raw tears that he was having trouble holding back. A lump formed in her throat as she too was having trouble keeping her emotions at bay. Liz adverted her eyes towards the closed doors of Isabel’s room. “Right now Max, look at me-“
“ I can’t-“
“ Look at me-“
“ No-“
“ Max-“
“ Cos when I start I can’t stop and I don’t even know you-“ His eyes roamed her face, lingering on her wet lips. “ When I look at you I see things, “ He breathed in a haggard breath, “ See things,” His hands tightened its grip around her forearms, pulling her closer to him until their hips touched, She felt her insides squirm with excitement as her heart thumped loudly. “Feel things that I have never felt before,” His forearms travelled lower, brushing lightly across her backside before sliding back upward to her forearms. She found that she was at a loss for words. She knew that Max wasn’t thinking straight and he had just been through a terrible ordeal but right now, she wanted to give in to his temptation; his promise words of ‘further exploration of their mutual attraction’ was very tempting indeed.
“ That is precisely why I should go Max, you need time to think. Your memory will return.” She couldn’t look back up at him for she knew that she desperately wanted to placed her lips against his and feel him moan as he slides his hands and explored her skin.
“ What about this? Huh? This…attraction I have towards you? will this leave. Do you want this to leave?”
“ I—“ Liz made the mistake of gazing up into his eyes. His eyes were molten lava and his harsh puffs of heated breath fanned her face and prickled her skin. She could feel her insides heat up and her legs quake underneath the pressure. What make this worse was that her alien side was agreeing with Max and sending her rather visual images of what could happen if she gave in. Liz tried blocking the hot flashes from her mind but that would take all her energy and she didn’t want to have a sunspot or worse, faint in Max’s arms. Who was extremely turned at the moment, Liz realised, feeling the hard bludge against her thighs. Damn, why does he have to be prefect in everyway!



“ I don’t want this to leave Liz. I want to explore this thing we have. When I saw you “ his face warmed and his eyes sparkled. “…I knew you somehow…what is that? Alien recognition?” he chuckled and his eyes glowed with mirth. An involuntary smile erupted on her flushed face and she could feel her eye-lid become heavier.
“ Max…youu—h-have T-tt-ess in there…I-I-I’m a monster I hurt her and..” Liz had to snap her eyes open when she felt his lips touch her left cheek and linger there, he began applying pressure on her cheek and she could feel his nostril flaring up. Liz moved her cheek away and saw the flash of disappointed on his face.
“ I don’t think you meant to Liz and being a freak of nature and having powers you don’t have control over is something we have in common Liz,”
“Your friends don’t trust me,” Liz replied.
“ I trust you,”
“ You shouldn’t”
“ Why not Liz? …stay here…we can figure this thing out….”
“ Not when your friends want to kill me Max. I want to go home and…”
“ I don’t care what my friends—“
“ Yes you do Max, its makes you human. I…I-I have..” I have no friends. No family. No one to turn who was like her for guidance, except Kyle, her only human friend but where was her friend now?
“ Your trembling,” He rubbed his hands across her forearms, applying heat to her skin but she wasn’t cold, in fact she was boiling hot from resisting his tempting offer.
“ Max..I-I_i..your friends don’t want me around you…They will try anything to keep me from you,” Liz had to get Max to his logical self. This wasn’t like him. Liz wished what he was saying was true but he was still recovering from being capture by Pierce and the balance circle.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, a voice cackled in her head.
“ Yeah…I bet they will but they won’t count on me coming after you Liz,”
What? Liz’s eyes widened and saw in utter shock a look of determination on his face. A very, Max Evans look.
“ Max…you must be tired…lie down your not thinking straight,” Liz said slowly and nodding her head.
“ No I am Liz. Know this. I’m coming for you,” He was leaning in, whispering in her ear as he said this before letting her go.
Liz could hear the sound of sneakers squeaking in the hallway, gradually becoming louder as two male voice echoed into the lounge room.
“ Yeah but everyone wants to have a girl in that gold bikini,” Kyle said, walking in alongside Alex.
“ Hey Max,” Alex wasn’t looking at him directly, something seemed off. Liz was too distracted to not notice that Max was holding her hand.
“ So is this how aliens mate?” Kyle asked, pointing to their entwined hands. Liz almost swore once she realised the warm feeling she felt was from holding Max’s hand. Slowing she unwrapped her hand at a gut-wrenching pace as her heart felt cold and shaken.
“ Shut up Kyle,” Liz said, using her raw anger on him.
“Oh touché,” Kyle waved her hands up in the air. “Come on Liz, you need to go home…A girl named Serena dropped by and asked for your biology notes and I promised her that Ill get you,”
Translation: Serena paid a visit to her house.
Zan! The word flared up like fireworks in her mind. “Oh..um well I think the notes are in my room.” The sentence came out a bit too..Calm but she already felt uncomfortable from Max’s onslaught of open-raw hot gazes that going home was the distraction she needed.
“ Come on, Ill take you home,” Kyle said.
_____


Thanks for waiting guys and Ill be posting again on the 15th of August.

rachel
ps- sorry i can't stay and type what i want to say but I will have to make a list of thank you to you guys..ASAP cos your posts mean ALOT to me....really really


Mariael311 Question: my story is differernt? how? sorry but your post kinda struck me....

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Chapter 23

Time for a change, Liz thought as she waved her hand over her clothes. Now wearing an emerald ripped shirt, a black three-quarter shirt underneath and a pair of dark green cargo’s Liz felt like she was slithering into new skin. She felt whole and clean and any reminder of the previous incident faded away. Despite the fact her physical self had been changed via clothes modification the feeling of his phantom lips tickled her neck. She could still feel the heat his skin emitted as it grinded and glided across her smooth narrow hips.

“Do we have to do that thing you girls do?” Kyle asked as they both hopped into his car, Kyle looked at her sideways in a perplexed expression before backing out the driveway.
“Thing??” Liz’s voice raised a couple of octaves. “What thing? There’s a thing now?” Liz could never grasp human concepts. True, she’s been gate-crashing high schools for most of her life but in-between dodging Nasdeo and the FBI some sayings and common cultural understands sometimes slipped through her fingers, like this one.

“Yeah the thing you girls do,” He twirled the steering wheel with ease, occasionally veering his blue eyes over to Liz as he continued. “ like what was going on between you and Evans?”
Liz rolled her eyes, “pl-ease Kyle…give me some slack, man, drive me home..”

“I’m not your chauffeur and yes Liz. I saw the way his eyes were eating you up and don’t get me started on the way he was touching your—“
“It’s none of your concern Kyle,” Liz’s mind flashed back to Max staring down at her, the magnetic hum that was around them, pulling them closer to each other.

“Yes it is…you’re like family to me sis..” Kyle smiled. “And that gives me unconventional rights and privileges …”
“First of all I do have a brother,” Liz replied, looking around at the deserted city limits.

“But is he concerned for your well being?” Kyle turned left into Paul’s street, a side street leading to Paluma heights.
“Not at this present moment Kyle…look…drop it okay…what about Serena? Did she come to my house?”

“No, Zan mentioned her while we were talking,” Kyle said.
Yeah, that was a lot of information Kyle. Serena didn’t come to my house but was mentioned by Zan while you were at my house….Liz flinched. “About what…wait---you were at my house?”
“Yeah,. Well, after you passed out and everyone had been fighting with each other I took Alex and we headed over to Zan’s..

“ Why....” please tell me this has a happy ending. Zan didn’t trust humans, and not that Liz could blame him...she had trouble trusting people too. Humans have a normal life and their own responsibilities. They don’t have to worry about their powers breaking out or the FBI hunting your very existence. Furthermore, humans had trouble keeping secrets to themselves; they don’t like having to carry the burden on their own shoulders, unlike Aliens, in which that very burden could save your self if it was kept hidden from others.

“I wanted to get the full facts about your condition….”Kyle said, his eyes trained on the road.
“Oh..” Liz let out a soft groan, mentally kicking herself. Her condition was unconventional and there was no legal documentation, as their creators didn’t foresee any biological flaws when they created the pods in the first place. Hence, there is no cure for her condition but constant balance and control of her emotions, and being half human was a disadvantage as humans are susceptible towards emotions.

“and I knew…I knew you wouldn’t hurt anyone on purpose without reason. So, Alex and I asked Zan some questions but he was no help….” Kyle continued, his eyes still trained on the road, his face blushing. He was concerned for her well being; Liz felt a pang of warm emotion go out to Kyle. Kyle, her one true human friend in all of the mess and she was thankful for that.

“Probably because you brought Alex…is he gonna….” That’s all they need right now, Alex babbling to Isabel about the existence of Zan, unless Zan damaged his brain in the process ….Liz bit her lower lip. No, that wouldn’t be good Liz, burying that thought.
“No I had a little talk with me and he won’t say another. Plus, Darth Vader scared him enough,” Kyle huffed his brown bangs hanging over his blue eyes away form his face.
“Kyle…Star Wars..?” Liz shook her head. How he got his analogy is beyond me.
“Well…it was kinda cool from another perspective. Zan force-chocked Alex…”
“Oh…nice…so Zan…is he alright?” Liz asked. “Force-choked?”
“He used his mind to choke Alex and yeah Alex is fine, just so you know,” Kyle remarked. Liz rolled her eyes. Well, so sorry Kyle for forgetting Alex, Liz thought. “Zan??”

“Yeah, a little wigged out…probably about Serena…Now…fill me in about this Serena chick again?”
“Um, she’s my dupe. Only much stronger…and she hell bent on destroying Zan’s life and mind,” Liz said, fear started to grow in her heart and she searched through her mind for Zan’s aura.

Zan lay on the soft carpet of Liz’s lounge room and laughed at the irony of the situation. He never pictured his death to be like this, he could feel himself drain out onto the carpet, soaking it red and making its fluffy ends sticks together.


Liz gasped, opening her eyes, grasping her throat. Zan was dying, or something much worse was happening to him, she could feel his life force draining fast. She was ten minutes away from her house. She could run but either way it would be too late. Focus, Liz told herself. Some part of her told her that she could teleport herself over there. At this moment anything was possible. She thought of her lounge room. She thought of every piece of furniture and where it was and even the texture of her carpet. Zan was wearing a pair of loose green cargos and a loose button down shirt that was half hanging open to show a black man singlet underneath, his shirt was covered in blood from open bite and welt wounds that Zan hadn’t managed to heal just yet, his hair was a mesh of dreadlocks and loose long black hair strands that fell to his shoulders.

She felt her body thin out, she bit her lower lip and block out the sounds of traffic, the purring engine of Kyle’s mustang and his country twang voice slurring through her ears. Her surrounds became muffled as she solely focused on her destination. Everything around her started to speed up, Kyle’s hands blurred against the steering wheel and his car’s purr was a loud pig’s squeal, the ticking on his car clock twirled around. She felt her body shift, that was the only way to explain it- she felt her body was running but at the speed of light and she felt herself disappear as everything around her was on fast forward and she became a ball of light for one second-too quick for any though of doubt and then out of the light she felt the familiar soft touch of her carpet and her body became solid, and heavy. Opening her eyes, and gasping for breath she looked at her watch and realised that only one minute passed and Kyle was still probably nine minutes away.

That was way cool, Liz thought, thinking back to her power. It was indeed useful and she promised herself that she would harness the gift, and teach it to the others as soon as she helped Zan.
Liz crept beside his body and touched his body, it was slick with sweat and it burned underneath her touch. Gently turning him on his side, she waved her hand over his deep superficial wounds, healing them but Zan was still weak, which meant his mind was worn out.

“C’ meme,” Liz mumbled, her left arm circling around Zan’s waist. “Don’t make me mind warp you,” she sheepishly added. When he didn’t respond she had no choice but to zap his mind a command.

/Get up/ Liz voiced. Zan obediently stood up with Liz’s arm around his waist. His face was ashen and his eyes were half dropped but were blood-shot. He towered over her by a few inches so Liz trained her eyes on his, hoping he would understand that she was using her powers to help him get better.

/ Follow me/ Liz command and she heard his rigid steps behind her as she hiked upstairs to her bathroom. She entered the bathroom with Zan close behind. She touched the shower door and…her eyes flashed white..

Zan stripped off his clothes, not bothering to carefully place them on Liz’s bath chair. Instead he ripped his torn dried blood shirt as if he was shedding a layer of dead skin. He could still smell Serena on him. His seed was caked on his legs, along with long thin nail marks like lion claws searing his inner thighs. He felt dirty on the outside as well on the inside. He could feel himself getting sick again so he dropped to the floor and retched into Liz’s bath tub

Liz shook herself and then….opened the door slowly, stepping in
side with Zan close behind her.

/Close the door/ Liz commanded. He closed it; Liz had her hands in her pocket and was thankful she had no personal belongings in her pockets.

“If you have anything in your pockets, please dispose of them now,”
Zan pulled out a carton of cigarettes, his red lighter, and wallet, opening the door he tossed the objects and they landed together on her bathroom dresser.

“Good,” Liz braced his shoulders, closing her eyes. No, comes the hard part. Cold water…at this moment Zan was somewhere locked inside his mind where it was safe. Cold water was one of the techniques Liz knew would shock his system in overdrive.
Hopefully, Zan would come back after this cold jolt that they were about to endure.
One…
Two…
Three…

The cold water bored down and chilled her skin, bursting in goose bumps she shivered but her forearms clenched on his shoulders, her eyes boring into his. “Zan!” Liz said against the loud hiss of cold water boring down. Her clothes were soaked and they stuck to her skin, encasing her in a cold coffin. Her teeth chattered together but nothing happened. Zan’s body was cold, and had goose bumps but there was no response from him.

Fine, Liz thought. The hard way, Liz cradled his face in her hands and closed her eyes.

Click….


She heard a click inside her mind, flashing opening her eyes she saw a flicker in his eyes. It worked, Liz thought, smiling. By connecting to him helped him wake up from his mind retreat.
“Zan…”Liz whispered, she kissed his trembling cheek.
“No…”His whispered, looking down at her his eyes glowed brightened into a fiery yellow as his hands were sprawled against her chest, clumsy in trying to push her away but ending up pushing against her breasts and stomach.


“Zan,” Liz whispered, forgiving him for his hands on her breasts and stomach. She sent her warm feelings, everything she felt about Zan she sent to him but she met a cold brick wall. He was blocking her.
“No….” His voice cracked, tears pooling around his venerable eyes he pushed her away, opening the shower door he staggered away.
“Zan….” Liz called out, waving her hand to turn off the cold water she followed him, not bothering to dry herself, allowing allowed her hair to stick to her cold pale face and to her back. She heard his staggered footsteps down the stairwell. Liz stampeded down, her feet making rapid loud bangs against each step.


She jumped on the left step and immediately ran into the main foyer…she found him in the middle, curled into a human ball, dripping wet and sobbing. His haggard cries filled the room, in between his inconsistent ramblings of the word “No,”

Liz just stood there, watching him cry out and she could feel his raw anguish in endless waves. Liz slowly crept towards him. She had no idea what to do but all she wanted to do was hold him. Hold him and never let go. That is what she did-she wrapped her hands around the fragile human ball and let him be consumed by a warm ball of light.
“Shh,” Liz whispered, gently rocking him from side to side.

“I can’t take it anymore,” He whispered, sniffling and sobbing she heard his voice crack. Zan didn’t care, Liz realised, he was in so much pain he wanted to let go of it. Liz could feel Kyle was near. He can’t see this, Liz thought to herself, closing her mind she reeled Kyle’s mind in and sent him a command.

/ Get back in your car and drive home/

Liz snapped back into herself and felt Kyle stand there for a moment before trudging back to his care. It worked, Liz sighed. At least she can say one positive thing. Her powers were working today.

_ _ __


It was night. Liz tried feeding Zan some rice and soup but he refused. Still having that faraway look on his face Liz played mother hen. She took off his wet clothes; she bathed him in hot water and gave him new clothes. A pair of flannel blue pants and his old white shirt but it was dry. He didn’t say anything but allowed her to dress him, except when she passed a pair of boxer shorts-she looked away and told him to put them on himself.

Once he was underneath her covers Liz stood by her closed bay window, her arms crossed she felt weary but she had to make sure Zan was alright. He still hadn’t said anything but Liz somehow knew that it was about Serena. Zan was emotionally distraught and disconnected with himself. For this reason Liz called Kal and told him to send a taxi to pick Zan up and take him to L.A so he could see some Sun, catch a few waves, and meet girls. The Taxi would be here in the morning.
“Liz...” He breathed, causing Liz to cast her gaze from the night sky to him. His face was clean shaven, minus the goatee but the dreadlocks remained intact and so did his piercings.
“Yeah,”

“Do you think if things were different that…”his sentence died and flicked his gaze to the floor. She knew what he was asking, for she had been thinking about it as well. If things were different would she be with him instead with Max. She didn’t like thinking about it because her heart would feel ripped, despite her feelings towards Zan she was helplessly in love with Max and she couldn’t think of anyone else like that. However, Liz knew the answer if the situation was different.
“In a heartbeat Zan,” Liz smirked, and he blushed in returned. “Get some sleep Zan,”

“I’m okay,” He said, his eyes half dropped like a kid trying in vain to fend off sleep.
“I’ll be by your side the entire time, watching. Ill make sure that…you’ll have a pleasant night,” Liz left out the word ‘Serena’ but Zan understood what she had meant and nodded. There was no need for the word ‘thank you’ as they both understood each other through their bond. They were thrust together by their common illness and from that developed a close friendship. When you both have a life threatening disease you tend to bond with your own kind, and that’s how she described her friendship with Zan…not only was it because of their common illness but he experienced the same life of on the run. Because of this… their friendship will never be broken and no one could take it away from her.

__ _ _ _ __ _ _

“You ever wondered if there was more than one sun on our world?” Zan asked, the morning beams flashed orange against his honey-coloured face, tanning his skin bronze in the light. Liz leant against her white picket fence, turning her gaze on him she smiled.

“Yeah, of course, only in my mind it looked like this sun,” Liz’s long cocoa tresses gently flew against the morning chill. The big red blaze continued to rise, its light blocking out the cerulean night sky. She pulled her red woollen jacket closer to her body. She wore a pair of old jeans and a loose blue top. Meanwhile, Zan wore a pair of blue jeans; a white pressed shirt covered in tiny thin black Japanese symbols with a polo shirt underneath.

He slugged his worn out green army duffel bag to the side and was simply beaming, as if a huge burden from the night before had been lifted or was it the idea of a new life awaiting him? Liz didn’t know but she did recognise the face of freedom when she saw it and Zan had it. His face was clean shaven, minus the lower lip ring. He worn a thin silver eyebrow ring and a silver stud still bobbled around in his tongue. No longer was his hair in dreadlocks, it breathed freely and his hair was curly like Tess’s. His hair was longer, collar length and it was different a rugged sexy look. Liz blushed, even though Zan was different, he was still the same old Zan to her.

“I think our planet will have more than one sun,” Zan continued, the sun was now in the sky and its light brought life to the front garden, bathing it in golden light. The vivid colours of indigo, ruby and rose filled the front garden against the long thin green grass.
“Yeah,” Liz whispered, her heart panged when the taxi pulled up. She didn’t want Zan to leave her, she knew she was being selfish but she needed him to guide her, to teach her new powers and shield her from the others and their pain that affected her.


Zan held up a necklace made of bronze. Its copper wiring with two bronze loops made up the chain which connected the chain of oriental trinkets and a thin circle pendant in the middle with a blood and orange crystal dangling on a thin chain underneath that round sun circle with the orb symbol engrave on a similar blood diamond shape. He encircled her and clasped the necklace around her neck, the sun rested against her breasts as the thin chain dangled across the arch of her bosoms. His hands travelled down her waist and stayed there, sprawled against her hips.
“This necklace was yours,” Zan explained. “It belongs to the real Queen of Antar..” He smiled. Liz bit her lower lip and crashed into his hard-dashboard.


His arms tightened his hold over her, his lips by her ear, “Ill call you when I get there,” he feverishly whispered, “If …at any time that chá wanna leave this hell hole….call me on my cell…555-524-736…”
Liz nodded and felt him left go. Liz crossed her arms and watched as he descended into the cab with a goofy grin on his face.

“Don’t be a stranger!” Liz hollered, blowing him a trembling kiss.
Zan smiled from behind the window in reply. I won’t, he mouthed. As Liz watched the Taxi drive off to the airport Liz felt a piece of herself die and she realised that the part of her heart belonged to Zan and it broke once she felt his presence leave. I will not cry, Liz had told herself that ever since dawn began to filter through the night sky. Her eyes itched with lack of sleep but still her eyes glistened with tears and she shed them in honour of her best friend who left her.

___

Three weeks later
June 29th 2000…Friday. Last day of school.

The next three weeks bled from one moment to the next. Liz could only remember bits and pieces as all her thoughts and dreams were about Zan. She missed him so much that her heart hurt. She had no one like her that she was neither close to nor comfortable with. Isabel and Michael still avoided her so she did the same, hoping that this was all some wacky dream and that she would wake up with Zan hovering over her with his mischievous light amber eyes, whispering in his cigarette-accent of evil pranks that could do to strangers in bars and in cafés or helping her practice her powers, holding each other as we experienced sun-spots or spurs of emotion.

She heard rumours of Tess going to Florida for the summer break. Liz wondered how Max was feeling about that but she couldn’t dwell on that. Each time she thought of Max it brought pain in her heart. She couldn’t think about him without feeling his lips against hers, the lust burning inside her, and the longing of wanting to be close to someone like Max.

Someone to hold her, to guide her, and she in turn would protect him and remain at his side. These thoughts were both human and alien. She could feel the agreement between her alien and human side. For the past few weeks Liz had closed her human side and began exploring her alien side. She would walk the streets alone at night, not bothering with sleep and sit underneath a park bench, staring at the night sky and blank out. Zan’s necklace was glowing in the hot summer heat. Liz wore a white peasant top and a pair of jeans.

She was at her locker, she could feel everyone mingle like bees around her but she remained frozen at her locker, staring at her mirror and blanking out. She watched her hollow eyes bore back with no recognition in them and remained there, hoping her human emotions would flood away. Her head was kneeling, whining in pain as she hadn’t slept in weeks and the purple rings underneath her eyes became violet tattoos against her ashen skin.

Liz’s heart panged as she felt Max’s presence enter the hallway. She couldn’t stop herself, guilty pleasure perhaps, nonetheless, Liz whirled around, her long hair sticking to her sweaty skin and watched in awe as the sea of people parted when Max walked past. He wore a dark blue shirt and rusted jeans. His backpack slung to his right side Liz drank u his glowing honey-bronze skin, his short raven messy hair and hawk-like eyes.

All of a sudden, he was walking towards her, his confident paces and calm breathing filled her ears but Liz, on the other hand, her whole body trembled and caused her locker door to rattle against the others as her hand was grasping its handle for dear life. She couldn’t handle this right now, she wasn’t ready. She hadn’t prepared for the onslaught of emotions that would surface when Max was near. All her thoughts were mushed together in a pot, all jumbled and cased her to think in a haze, licking her lips her heart began fluttering faster, her armpits were sweating into overdrive but none the less Liz managed to keep her face neutral as he stood in front of her, inches from her body that her skin was jumping out, screaming for his warm touch.

Slowly Liz closed her locker, her bag slung over her left shoulder she backed against the locker as an anchor. For if she moved she would fall down in a furry of raw emotions and into his warm embrace. What was she supposed to say to him? Love was on the tip of her tongue and she could smell his minty breath. How she wanted to close that distance and breath in that minty taste, lick it dry and be consumed by his warm strong body and enfold herself into him.

“So…”Liz croaked, Her face felt fuzzy and warm and an involuntary smile spread across her lips, Max, in returned, smiled back at her which only caused her heart to flutter excitedly and spread warmth across her body.
“So,” His eyes flickered around the hallway, now deserted since the bell for lunch rang five minutes ago.

“So, Tess, is a….going to Florida…huh….aren’t chá gonna miss her?” Liz cursed herself. That was a stupid thing to say. Of course he was going to miss her. Who wouldn’t? She had a body to die for and she had Max’s heart.

“Yeah…”He said, but he was smiling…why was he smiling…this was no smiling matter. Oh no, he should be frowning, bursting into tears and wail about his girlfriend leaving him.

“Well...aren’t you going to spend your last moments together?” She asked, he inched closer and his hips touched hers. Liz circled her arms around his shoulders. The thud of their bags echoed throughout the hallway but she didn’t care.

“I am…”He replied, leaning in and breathing in her scent, her insides squirmed. What did that mean? Liz tightened her hold around his broad shoulders and nestled into his chest. He smelt mescaline and of the forest, the fresh pine leaves and cool minty water…soothed her soul. Liz flared her nostrils, breathing in slowly his scent and planting it into
memory.

She could no longer feel her physical body, fuzzy as it already was, she was blending into him, she felt herself connecting with him where there was no need for words. A place in which they could hold each other, devour each other’s soul and drink in their sweet smell. Liz’s hazily opened her eyes and looked upwards at Max and bit his lower lip, tugging him closer into her mouth.

He responded, hot, his tongue sliding against hers, breathing in her and crushing her closer to him. The soft sounds of their sharp intake of air invigorated her, unleashed the beast inside her and she dug her nails into his shoulder, anchoring him in place and absently spreading her legs to feel his leg place in between, she clamped her legs around that leg and pushed down hard, physically aching for him to fill her with his presence and she could feel that he too, wanted that, as his member pushed against her stomach, his hands shoving her violently upwards, her legs unclamped and now slid around his waist. He pushed her up against the lockers with a thud but she didn’t care….his roughness only increased her need for him to encase her.

Smiling against his lips, biting down on his lower lip, marking him and bringing his face closer to hers while her hands brushed through his hot thick mane of dark hair, bringing forth his mescaline scent to her lips. His waist gently pushed against hers and she felt hot pressure swell around her lower abdomen, it was vibrating at an agonising pace, its high pressure caused her to roll out a moan. Sliding her hands underneath his arms she pushed him closer, desperately wanting him to push against her again, harder, faster, to burst that vibrating pressure inside her like a vase.

His lips moved lower to her neck and sank his teeth deep into her, The pain brought more pressure to her insides and she rocked against his hips, feeling slightly wet between her thighs but she didn’t care she was in a haze with Max, a place that they both wanted to be, to not be bothered by others and be together.

“Mine,” He feverishly growled against her shoulder, his tongue flickering over his bite. Liz felt another moan drip from her lips. Liz cast a look into his eyes and he smiled at her, his eyes glowing with mirth, she too, smiled at him and felt her heart soak in painful warmth that she held for Max. There was no need for words, they both understood each other.

Max leant back and his hands travelled down her waist and touched her silver buttons on her jeans and began unbuttoning the first button. Somewhere at the back of her mind told her that they were both at school but she was too far deep to care anymore.

“HEY!!”A voice blasted through their daze and Liz felt the cold slap of reality snap into her, she slid down Max’s body and tried pulling away but Max held her close to him. So, instead, Liz hastily re buttoned her jeans and pulled her long hair forward to cover the bruises and marks across the collum of her throat and shoulders.
Hesitantly, Liz snuck a peak at the intruder. It was Michael, his face contorted with anger, fear and surprise.

“This is a school you know,” Michael said, looking at them both, then scowling. He stood towering over her but Max met his gaze head on. He tightened his hold on her before letting go, picking up his bag he glared at Michael before walking off.
“Hey!” Michael barked, as he ran after Max, he grabbed Liz’s hand and she was pulled along, her other hand reaching for her bag and puling it over her left shoulder. Michael stopped running when they entered the cafeteria, and Liz stopped to catch her breath, rubbing her sore wrist that her brother so violently dragged along.

Max stood there, waiting for Michael. Crowds of people were busily eating, exchanging stories and laughing. The voices of laughter and giggles of enjoyment filled the room but Liz was trained on Max. He wasn’t speaking, or moving. He was just starting at Michael vacantly.
“Come on, man,” Michael slid his arm around Max’s shoulder. Max bowed his head and stared at his feet, moving his head each time Michael tried to look at him. “Tess has been asking for you man,” he added as they stood at the entrance. Liz looked over to the far end and saw Isabel talking with Alex, Maria painting her fingernails while Tess was standing, her hands on her hips and was staring at Michael and Max, waiting for them to head over.

Liz stood behind Max and grabbed onto his hand, staring blanking off into space. Max suddenly walked towards the group with Michael. He sat down with Tess and began stealing fries from Alex’s lunch. Alex yelled, “Hey,” and the group laughed.

Meanwhile, unseen by others the real Max remained standing with Liz. Liz, still holding his hand she turned her gaze and looked at him. In the past few moments she had a realisation. They were both in pain, both broken and were missing something…at first Liz thought that it was because of Zan’s departure-her only best-alien friend but then she realised it was the absence of her soul, the absence of Max is what caused her sleepless nights and her self to be broken. He knew this as well. For he too, thought of the very same thing.

“Let’s go,” she whispered. Max smiled, his face brightened at the idea. Liz knew this because she felt his despair and reluctance to hang with the group. He too, had burdens to bear, different from Liz but Liz knew that Max didn’t want to face the group just yet.

He was content to stay with her, and for now Liz would stay with him, help him heal his wounds caused by the FBI but also Liz wanted to be close to him….she felt whole when she did. Max kissed the back of their clasped hands and she knew that her heart and soul was already beginning to heal. So, together they walked the empty hallways of West. Roswell and out into the parking lot. Their destination was unclear but they were comforted by each other’s presence and for that the journey was all they cared about.

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Okay...this will be my lst update for a while --i have yet to update paradox and shall do that as soon as i got time....i have assginments due so i can't update until sometime...nextweek...but..i hope you have enjoyed this part...let me know what you think

rachel

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Chapter 24

8pm. Saturday. Crashdown


I know what you all are thinking; Liz smiled to herself as she softly sang the chorus line to nasty girls. She ripped off the small valve with a soft hiss, blowing the smell of vanilla in her face. The strong pungent smell made her wince. What happened between Max and I? Liz inwardly smiled as she thought of what happened after she and Max ditched school yesterday.

Well, I can tell you that we connected….we saw into each other souls, and he has his memory back…not completely but just enough to know who I was…but not enough to remember that he confessed his love to her or that horrific moment in which he also confessed his love to Tess in a dilapidated bus.

Veering over to the small CD player on the crew room floor she sashayed her head to the left and the CD clicked to the next dance track, its vibrant breathy tones vibrated throughout the Crew room at the Crashdown as Liz continued to dissemble the broken down milkshake machine.

Sorry to disappoint you, nothing really happened. We connected, that’s all. Liz yanked off the hinge off the metal canister to reveal the little vanilla pool sloshing inside.

“Now, where is that vanilla bottle?” Liz mused to herself. She was working a 2pm-10pm shift tonight, partly as an apology for not turning up to her pervious shifts and they were understaffed due to Tess’s departure to Florida. “Ah..,” Liz smiled in triumph as she spotted the trolley of milkshake syrup at the other end of the crew room. Liz concentrated, her brown eyes unwavering, the trolley squeaked towards her, its small black rubber wheels shuttered against the tile grooves on the floor before resting beside her.


Max’s hand slid underneath her blouse as his strong legs wrapped around her waist.

Liz blushed, hands trembling, she unscrewed the top and poured the syrup into the canister until it was three-quarters full and sealed it, the thin hinge clanked on…

“I remember seeing you for the first time…you had the most beautiful eyes,” Max’s lips sucked behind her earlobe, his voice huskily wooing her.

Closing the silver doors to the bottom cabinet of the machine Liz smiled in triumph. Finished.

“The more we connect the more I remember….I feel whole again…and yet…I don’t….” His amber eyes glazed over hers and for one brief moment Liz imagined what it would be like to be whole and her eyes widened as her skin warmed in anticipation.

She knew what he meant; she didn’t need to look into his eyes to see the same desire in her own eyes. She could feel his desire against her thighs and feel his desire throbbing like a continuous hight pitched sound within their connection. Granted, that every time they kissed she saw flashes of his life and through that he was able to regain his memory. The prospect of being intimate with him enthralled her and scared the living daylights out of her at the same time. Enthralled her because she felt complete every time she was alone with him and that feeling scared her….because she wanted to get closer to him and both being alien…anything remotely in that department was unknown and out of this world.

Who knows? Maybe we sprout spores during intercourse? Liz chuckled. No, that was unlikely but the whole concept of alien mating with max felt right to her. Which, at this precise moment is not what they needed….However, something told her that they’ll be crossing that line soon.

A large searing pain started bubbling inside her, exploding into tiny flames and burning her cells. Liz kneeled over, hands over her head in a silent scream. She immediately searched for the problem within herself only to discover that this pain wasn’t hers but Max’s.

<MAXX!!!> Liz screamed through their connection, only realising that it had been closed. Fuck it, Liz said to herself, her hands rubbing over her stomach to sooth her pain, knowing full well that no amount of healing she does to herself will evaporate the fire unless Max healed himself.

I have to go and see if he’s alright, Liz told herself. Looking over at her uniform in vain she realised that she had a problem. She was supposed to be working at the Crashdown. She couldn’t mind warp the entire crowd as it will through bad rep on Nancy and Jeff, and they were innocent in this. No, she needed to be here, taking orders and serving them and at the same time check on Max, who was more important to her than anything. If only she could be in two places at once…

It’s possible, a voice whispered inside her mind. It was her voice from her alien side.

Logically if she was able to astral project, teleport herself, couldn’t she split herself in two? Dangerous but not impossible.

However, this pain inside her will only escalate and she needed to check on Max. Sure, Isabel, Michael were there but they would need help with Max, somehow she Her eyes closed, Liz thought of herself splitting in two, her mind duplicated herself—it felt like she was slipping into a silk robe, and when she opened her eyes she saw another Liz standing in front of her. This second Liz was wearing the Crashdown uniform, the silver antennas bobbing from side to side.

This is too weird, Liz thought, looking at her duplicate image. The second Liz rolled her eyes. “You’re telling me,” the words came from her mouth but somehow the second Liz said what she was thinking.
“We are one mind,” The second Liz said, just as the original Liz thought of this. “We are just split in two,”

This is going to be harder than I originally planed. Although the second Liz was not a ghost image but a living, breathing, talking and touching self Liz would have to keep this second image corporal until she returned, or she’ll have more problems.

/Go and sever customers/ Liz said to her duplicate image. Her second self nodded, turned and re-entered the Crashdown.

Okay, Liz breathed. Can I teleport? She did it last time in Kyle’s car so it shouldn’t be a problem now.

She tried thinking about Max’s brick house, its towering old shrubberies and weeping cum tree but all she could think about was Max, and his glowing presence. Maybe that will work, Liz thought. Concentrating on Mac’s aura the crew room started to melt away like wax in slow motion. The high pitched squeals from the CD player because slow and demonic, its long drawn out wails reminded her of wolves howling in the night. Thinking it best to close her eyes Liz urged her self to move, to slide over Max’s presence. Her molecules inside her body started breaking up until she couldn’t feel her legs, her arms went numb and broke off like clay, smashing into the ground in jagged pieces before sinking into the floor, making tiny ripples that would be slow and drawn out like an explosion in slow motion.

The air became cold and crisp, smelling like wet minty grass. The owls were hooting in the distant and Max’s house was surrounded by cars that were pilled down his street. Tiny Chinese lanterns coloured pink, rose and violet, littered the front boardwalk and once Liz felt herself whole again she shuddered, the apparition process still freaked her out. Sensing that Max, Michael and Isabel were huddled in Max’s room Liz went around Max, her body crouched to the crowd, looking left and right before advancing to the back gate.

Why were there so many people at Max’s house? She remembered Max saying that his father was having a work party at his house but at this magnitude? Max’s father would have to be working for a very large and prestigious company or he had a lot of friends. crouching in front of Max’s window Liz peaked through and gasped.

Michael and Isabel were on top of Max, pushing him back onto his unmade bed as Max continued to thrash around, muttering and screaming but no words could be heard as Michael’s hand clasped over Max’s mouth.

Quietly opening Max’s window Liz slid herself in, and closed it with a hard wack, hard enough for Isabel and Michael to whip their heads in her direction.
“What are you two doing?” Liz whispered, her eyes blazing with anger. They were restraining him! Didn’t these two know what kind of trauma he has been through?
“He’s freaking out Liz! My parent’s party is in the lounge room. He can’t be seen like this,”
Seeing Isabel scared, pale stricken face Liz suddenly realised that Max wasn’t the victim here. A low growl erupted from Max’s muffled mouth and bit Michael’s thumb.
“Ow,” Michael growled and a large force threw Michael off the bed and Max escaped through his bedroom door.

“SHIT!” Isabel swore, and Liz almost laughed at the rawness of Isabel’s form but her mind was already mind warping half of the people in the lounge room. Liz ventured out into the crowed lounge room, and kitchen of around sixty to eighty people. Seeping into their minds like eels into water she wrapped a curtain around their eyes, shielding Max’s hystericus from their minds.

Liz was standing in the middle of the lounge room, surrounded by a circle of people, eating and drinking merrily, totally oblivious to a screaming Max who was crouching in front of Liz, screaming and yelling like an animal.

“We have to leave we have to leave we have to leave we have to leave!” he said over, and over again like a mantra.
“What happened?” Liz asked, her eyes were glazed over and staring at the blank wall but she managed to speak with Isabel and Michael who were speechless.

‘we have to leave we have to leave we have to leave we have to leave we have to leave’

Mr Potter laughed at Mrs Smith joke about her husband's day at work and walked past Max, picking up a wine glass and slowly sipping it. Max screamed, barked like a wild dog, 'we have to leave...' but Mr Potter did not hear or see Max screaming, even though max was crouching right in front of him.

As Mr Potter left with Mrs Smith, Isabel headed over where Max crouched.

“Are you?” Isabel asked, flinching at Max’s screams. Liz nodded, she could feel herself draining in two places and it was hard to keep up this charade.

“Just calm him down Isabel,” Liz whispered. Michael was on her left, crouching in front of Max’s trembling form. Isabel followed suit, her arm around Michael for support.

“Hey Max,” Michael said. ‘Let’s head back to your room and…”He was thrown back and his back smashed into the vacant wall, dishes of dips and chips fell onto the floor and wine gurgled out and made red puddled around Liz’s feet.


“Hey Liz, can you get table four?” Maria asked, her green eyes were wavering in a tired manner. “I need a drinks break,”


Liz shook herself. Her second self was sending images…that’s not good…which meant that sooner or later her second self would-remerge with her and Liz would be screwed.

Michael winced as he crawled back up, covered in red wine. “He has a temper,” looking back at the crackled wall, mapped in tiny cobwebs. Isabel scoffed, waved her hand and the war re-fragmented itself. Once it was whole Isabel cleaned up the mess on the floor. Michael waved off the smell of red wine from his black shirt.

Turning back to her brother she spat, “Max! Get back in your room!”
‘we have to leave we have to leave we have to leave we have to leave we have to leave’ he continued to sing in a dull monotone.

Liz could feel her control start to slip on the minds of the crowd. She had less than ten seconds before everyone would see. She knew there was an option left. She hoped Max will forgive her.

Liz sought out her second self and found her washing dishes in wash up, alongside Maria.

“I’ll be back,” her second self said and walked into the kitchen’s staff bathroom, and locked it. Feeling her second self, along with an extra supply of energy merge with her original self Liz sought out Max’s mind, loosening her hold on the sixty or so minds she once mind warped.

“Isabel,” Diane said, she was dressed in a sparkling evening dressed. Her husband, Phillip still wearing his business suit smiled at his daughter.
“Mum, I-I-can-explain-everything,” Isabel stuttered, looking down to find Max but he wasn’t crouching on the ground. He was standing next to a vacant looking Liz in her Crashdown uniform.

“Hey mum, sorry for interrupting your dinner party but Liz is staying with us tonight. Her father works for the military and unfortunately he won’t be around for the summer,”

Diane’s eyes glazed over, as if she was peering into a bright light. “That’s okay son. She can stay for as long as she wants, now head back to your rooms and watch some TV or something.”

Diane and Phillip turned and headed back into the sea of colleagues and friends.
“What the?” Michael whispered, whipping his head over to Max. Max smiled.
“Let’s go,” Max clutched onto Liz’s prone form and escorted her inside his room.

Isabel entered the room after Max, followed by Michael who locked the door.
“What the fuck is going on man!” he yelled.
“Michael! Not so loud” Isabel harshly whispered. Max’s eyes rolled back and he collapsed in a sleep on his bed. Liz gasped, opening her eyes.

I’m not going to do that ...Ever…Liz told herself. She couldn’t believe that she could do it. She possessed Max and moved his body and forced him to sleep.
I didn’t have any sun spots, Liz thought. I used a huge amount of energy in a heightened situation and there were no sun spots whatsoever.

Michael looked down at Max, sleeping on his unmade bed and back at Liz. “How-did…”
“I possessed him,”
“You possessed my brother?”
“Look, I ran out of options. I had to think fast,”

“But you possessed MY brother….” Isabel’s raised her voice but quickly stopped herself…Liz knew that Isabel was angry but she couldn’t scream or yell without altering the crowd of people in her lounge room.
“And saved our collective arses Iz,” Michael said, smirking at Liz. Although the smirk was friendly Liz felt warmth spread through her heart. Her brother smiled at me, Liz smiled back.

“Thanks…but…don’t do it unless it’s necessary,” Michael smirked again…she could feel his brotherly instinct kicking in. Liz would scream ‘hooray’ if there was no one around..

That’s strange. Usually after using a lot of power I would…feel tired and sore but suddenly I feel alive...her energy was sparking off her body. Liz felt strong….
“How long will he?” Isabel stood over her brother’s bed, her long blonde hair covering her tear-stricken face.

“He’s asleep for a while but I need to head back to the Crashdown,”
“I’ll give you a ride,” Michael offered. Another boost of happiness flooded her aura. Liz smiled at her brother who shook his head.
“Come on girly-girl…we have to pick up Maria…” he stopped and stared at his sister. Liz felt him sending her an apology and realised that her brother wanted to get to know her. So, Liz did the only thing she could do. She smiled back.

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A/N: Although this part is short I had to put it in for various reasons, and to introduce another villian...mwhahahh Check out the banner that I created. Its a first for me so please be gentle...

A big THANK YOU to I am a dreamer...for pointing out...again....that it was not chapter 10 but 25....i feel so stupid

Chapter 25

The cold night breezed unleashed its inner demon, howling into the back alleyways with vengeance. Rain splattered off the roof railings, tumbling down in bucket fulls of icy water and loose gutter rubbish.

Keep calm; Serena coached as she crouched in between a dumpster and a crate of empty boxes. Not matter how many times she replayed those words over and over she couldn’t contain her excitement. It’s not every day that she meets him. She couldn’t think of his name without repressing a shudder of lust oozing from her body. Power stemmed from his hands and he had a lot of power to wield.
This was her chance to prove that she will deliver.

“What a pleasant evening for a stroll,” a deep husky voice whispered in the back alleyway. Serena bit her lower lip to keep herself from screaming. Slowly she crawled out from the Dumpster to stare at a pair of Italian made leather boots, a pair of thin white stripped black pants, a blue long sleeved shirt and a thin-white stripped black business jacket with a white napkin folded in his breast pocket. His shirt had the top four buttons open, revealing his flawless muscles underneath. His collar length dark blonde hair begged to be touched and his blue eyes held an intoxicating coldness that drew her near. A thin scar bordered left on his left eyebrow, it began from the middle of his forehead and ended just underneath his left cheekbone. This scar on the side of his left eye only heightened his haunting beauty.

“Oh—it’s an honour,” Serena stuttered. She inwardly slapped herself; she never was this weak in front of anyone before. He’s not just anyone, thought. He was the key to her liberation on Antar.
He-who-must-not-be-named simply smiled, his white teeth sparkling in the night.

“Your reaction only brings me satisfaction for the future,”
Oh, Serena, her smile faded. He came for her.
“I heard from Nasedo that your drastic measures are uncalled for and draw attention to yourself.” His eyes flicked over her curvy figure. She could see the hunger in his eyes and Serena knew she could quench his thirst but she wasn’t her.

“My plans are drastic I know…”Serena thought about her careful planning and manipulations of Zan, Liz and the entire group, “but I will deliver the key,” Her eyes were brimmed with unshed tears. Coldness washed over her heart as she saw the light shine in his eyes. He’s happy about that!
“And how do you plan on doing that. Kivar isn’t too happy that you’re playing with Ava?” His blue eyes shimmed and flickered over her trembling form. “Or have you forgotten the relationship Ava and Kivar shared?”

“No,” Serena stood her ground. She wouldn’t allow Kivar’s right hand man to threaten her. Of course she knows about Kivar and Ava. She is the rightful Queen! “Liz is weak milord.” Serena tried reasoning with him, “She’ll soon be putty in your worthy hands…” She knew that he didn’t like weak women. He liked strong women, like her and Liz was pathetically weak. Why doesn’t he take a memo and take her instead?

“Ah….but I just recently witnessed an abundant amount of power flowing from her mind Serena.” He arched his right eyebrow, mocking her.
Shit, he read my thoughts! Serena thought. I forgot about that. Serena silently cursed herself for being too focused on the meeting to not contain the situation…..

“She is powerful,” He continued. “More powerful than I ever hoped for. As Queen she’ll unite the people and conceive the heir to Antar.” He walked to where she was standing, his warmth breathing fanning her quivering form. “But I want her Serena. Without her…our cause is lost,”
“I shall bring you her,” Serena bowed. Her brown eyes wavered to the cement floor.

“You mean the Queen Serena. You shall bring the Queen.” His voice was venom and she knew if she gazed into his eyes, they would be ablaze and on fire.

Nasedo’s plan was to have Max and Liz consummate, conceive an heir and hand it over to Kivar. Serena had other ideas. First, she’ll make Liz go through hell and have the people she loves and cares turn their back on her.

Then, Serena will take the seal and become the new member of the royal four. Max, Isabel, and Michael, by the time Serena is finished with them will welcome Serena in their arms and she’ll have the love that she deserves. Not Liz. Serena will hand her over to he-who-must-not-be-named. He can have the damaged goods while she has the seal, and with Max by her side she will govern Antar and be the one who is protected and looked after. Well, that’s after they overthrow Kivar’s leadership.

“Would you like the Queen to be with child?”
“If it can’t be avoided,” He replied, but she knew she hit a soft spot. Serena scoffed. Why do all the gorgeous Antarian men lust after Liz when she is the better half!

“You must realise that you can’t conceive …”her throat suddenly clenched, her vision wavered and her hands sprawled across her throat, trying in vain to unblock her airways. He-who-must-not-be-named had his left hand outwards and clenched. She was forced to the floor by his power oozing from his hand. She could feel death’s sword slice around her skin.
“When you kill the King you will deliver the seal and the Queen,” his voice was no longer heavenly but harsh and rough and for the first time in her life, Serena was afraid.


No, I will not kill Max. You can have Liz but I will do whatever it takes to be Max’s Queen. Anything.

Serena gasped as fresh air flowed through her lungs again. Kneeling on the floor she looked up to take one last look before he turned and walked down the alleyway, steam from nearby houses billowed around him and Serena wrapped her arms around herself, shaking in fear and didn’t stop until he disappeared from view.
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Yes, the villian looks like anakin skywalker from Revenge of the Sith.
Sexy and yet deadly comes to mind..lol...okay ill go now

rachel

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I am unsure if anyone is still reading this but i made a promise to myself that i would finish this. So, here's another part...its not too big but its just so I can get the hang of things again...

Chapter 26

I have no name, he thought as he strolled in the shadows, even his steps seemed fluid and each elusive step blurred with the shadows; he was the shadow.

Humans are weak, that is what he knew ever since he hatched. The first pathetic life form he saw as he ripped through his artificial pod was some thug. He easily killed him off and took his clothes, and money. At least, that it what he was instructed to do. Unlike the other hybrids he was born with his old memories opened to him like a book. He knew every coppery page that he could taste the blood from the innocents he slaughtered.

Knowledge is a power and a curse. He vowed that he would never allow history to repeat itself and spent the first twenty one years hiding. He was adopted into a rich suburban family; he attended high school and graduated at the top of his class. He learned that humans were complex; they had dreams and morals and were similar to his kind. However, the demons still howled in the night. The demons had passions, dreams and ambitions. The darkness inside him grew.

The man-who-shall-not be named touched the silver pendant resting at the middle of his chest, the silver fishhook symbol with a dot in the semi circle was the symbol of the skins.
He first met Nasedo in his twenty-second year in L.A.
“That’s the sign of my allegiance,” he said to him when he approached him one night. Who was he? The no-name thought. Knowing that his demons, his past would never escape he formed his own identity and not of the vile man he was running from in his dreams.
Kivar, the no-name shuddered. He told Nasdeo that he was Kivar’s second-in-command and was awaiting instructions on his mission.

It was at this moment that Nasdeo told him of Kivar’s plan to exterminate the royal four. The royal four were hybrids like him and were sent here to end the civil war back on Antar. Nasdeo explained that Antar was going thought what humans say as the “industrial” revolution. Kivar believed in technology and that their planet should not be in the hands of the gods. He believed that the immortal beings should not have that power over its people. Zan, the king at that time was in love with the immortal goddess of war, the protector of Antar. Ava was a Vinishu.

Ava was a warrior goddess and was worshiped by all. She broke the rules and revealed her presence to Zan Orion and she devoted herself to him. He cherished her but broke her heart. It turns out that Kivar was not only the man who opposed the monarchy power of the people but the gods control over people’s lives.

It was rumoured that Kivar was the son of the gods, the Vinishu’s ancestor and by blood was Prince of the gods. After Zan broke Ava’s heart she fled with Kivar’s help and they shared a deep and powerful love. The Vinishus were unhappy with their union and drove them apart, wiping Ava’s memories, she was sent back docile and mortal into Zan’s hands.

Nasedo said that it was his mission to bring back a heir to Antar and Zan’s head. No-name felt something inside him snap and he told Nasedo that Kivar wanted Ava as his wife. In reality the man sought out to know his enemy so he could save the reincarnated Queen of Antar.

His plan worked until he laid eyes on Liz Harding. She was the splitting image of the selfless Goddess and Queen of Antar. Knowing that the only way to stop his past from haunting him is to protect Liz he sought to masquerade as Kivar’s second in command. If only his heart didn’t get in the way. Old feelings were resurfacing, his demons were taking shape and he found it hard to remember his own name.

He saw the loneliness etched in Liz’s face. The love that shone in her eyes when she looked at Max, the reincarnated version of Zan.
However the man-who-shall remain nameless was finding it hard to keep balance. He mustn’t let his past win. Kivar shall never have his soul mate. Liz belonged with Max Evans.

If that’s so, He thought. Then why am I doing this? And then he remembered why and shuddered. The man-with-no-name continued walking in darkness.
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It was well after 11pm when Michael and Liz returned to Max’s house. They drove Maria home, who was still flabbergasted at the level of Liz’s powers. Liz felt the same way. It’s like sitting on top of a nuclear bomb but you don’t have the manual to dismantle it.
They spent the next half and hour lounging around in Isabel’s room, their gazes trained on the floor.

Until Isabel suggested.

“I think that we should try the balance circle again,”

The scene from an outsider’s point of view showed a trio of teenagers lounging around in a girl’s bedroom late at night. However, in reality they weren’t even close to each other to call each other friend. Although, from the looks Liz received from Isabel and Michael during the uncomfortable silence there was potential.

“Balance circle? Oh no no no no,” Liz’s eyes wavered to the floor. She couldn’t go through that again. “ and make that a definite no,” her voice rose an octave but chided herself for making noise. Isabel’s parents were only down the hall and Liz didn’t want to mind warp them if they happen to hear them. Mind warp, her powers in general felt different, stronger as if they were humming to a different tune. Liz made a mental note to contact Zan and ask him about this. Most likely he’ll say that she and her alien side were agreeing with each other.

“But this time it will be different. It will be just us three. I think we learnt from last time,” Michael filled in, his eyes flicking between her and Isabel. He stood like a parent who was scolding his children. Liz couldn’t help but smile at her brother.
“Oh, okay,” Liz said hesitantly.

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I know i am always late and to tell you the truth i am sorry but a few things happened in Rl and i am sorry it has taken so long for me to update--hopefully ill be able to keep on writing and finish paradox and my immortal soon ( as well as innate attraction)....

For those who don't know I am having a authour's chat about this fic ( and i will allow questions about other fics that i do write...but can never find the time to update.....which is depressing...)

anyhoo it will be on 7/1/06---but no time has been set yet but will be in the next two days....

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( there is the link) ...so ill give you more details in the next few days....

ps---my finger got slice accidently yesterday---only a small cut but i thought i shall wanr you if some words have been spelled incorrectly

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Chapter 27

I have lied to you and to myself, no-name thought. However, lying keeps me alive and helps ease the burden that I carry unwillingly day by day. It started to rain a few minuets ago. No-name thought he could handle this, walking in the shadows as droplets of rain splattered and made wet pattens on his shirt.

That was until the rain changed its roar and howled. Its never ending shhh like cries hammered the yellowing garden beds and wilted lilies beds in front of a modest cabin apartment on the backstreets of Surrey lane. The colour of the house was a washed out grey and the rusted front hinges of the door were barely hanging on. It was all they could afford without drawing attention to the others.

He had reasons for his choices in life. He only needed one to pull him through the dark times. That reason was currently tapping her worn-out pink converse shoes in the kitchen, fretting over him as she finished the dishes. He missed dinner for the second time.

Amelia opened the door as he hiked up the front steps, water dripped down his soaked golden ringlets as his waterlogged shirt carved outlines of his ripple chest.

Her eyes were rich hazel amber like tree saps that covered the trunks of trees. Her wild unruly hair was frazzled by the harsh pink and white streaks, which gave her skin a gothic complexion. She was wearing one of his shirts and a pair of worn out slacks but she looked healthy. However the dark circles underneath her eyes worried him. She rarely slept.

“Ami,” He whispered and he found his lips on hers. Hungry and depraved of her for so long he groped her body against him; slamming the door behind him he carried her to the lounge room on his left and placed their mangled bodies on the couch.

Ami was the reason he did this. His pure human love for Amelia Ross kept his demons away.
It was moments like these that motivated him to do this. To pretended to be Kivar’s second in command and get close to his enemy and sabotage their plans in order for the royal four to win. The problem was Liz.
Just thinking about her made his knees go weak; he muffled his moan as he tried blocking out the voices in his head. Voices that wanted Ava and not Ami.

Ami must’ve guess what he was thinking, she pulled away a fraction, their bodies still fused together in a mangle heap on the couch, her hands rested on his chest.

“L--.”

“He’s not going to win Ami,” He replied, firmly and chastely kissed on her forehead. His words didn’t convince her, instead she wiggled underneath him and untangled herself from his embrace and perched herself on the couch ledge.

“Whether you like it or not he is apart of you. I love you both!” already tears formed in her eyes. He hated seeing her like this. Her head was bowed but her tears were clearly visible in the dimly lit room. “He just---“
“Wants power, lust and money” he interrupted as he reached for her but she stood up and began pacing around the living room, her arms making gestures in the air as she tried to keep her composure.

He sighed, feeling a pang of remorse. I am eternally sorry for brining you into my world…he didn’t plan on falling in love but he did and he never regretted that decision, even when things got bad.

“Hey!” Ami said, pointing at him, “I know that look. I chose my path and I plan to be by your side for better or worse. It’s just….I can’t go out….I can’t be with you in daylight in fear of your cover being blown…” she stopped pacing and faced him, her watery eyes gazing into his and he could feel the pull, a strong undeniable pull to take Ami into his arms and make her forget that people like Serena ever existed. “I want to tell the world you’re mine,”


After a beat, He replied, “So do I,” His voice cracked and he felt his face flush. Never a day goes by that he wishes that the whole world knew that Ami was in love with him. However, until he achieved his redemption and the skins were destroyed Ami would never be safe from harm. Until then, their relationship had to remain in the dark.

“How do you know this will work?” Ami asked, referring to his plan. “ This Serena girl…”
“Is dangerous, believe me I know,” he let his words hang in the air, hoping that Ami would get the message and never decide to meet her. Serena was a violent plague and would do anything to get what she wanted. If Serena ….even for a moment thought he was seeing someone... He pushed the thought from his mind, clamping his hands together in his lap, he leaned forward and said. “but I need to keep my friends close and my enemies...”


“Closer?” Ami’s left eyebrow raised, “W-Wh-What about people you love?” Ami whispered, her eyes were scanning around the room and he felt her aura shiver. He inwardly kicked himself. Ami was all he had right now; there was no need to mention Serena or Liz, at least not yet. He wanted to be human for once, he wanted to be a man in love and not the monster that he was fated to be.

“The person I love will always be…here” he pointed to his heart and colour rose around her high cheek bones. He stood up and reached for her the second time. This time she didn’t pull away.

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I do apoligise for the wait and hopefully you have enjoyed this small part before going into M/L...

rachel