Author: Roswell 10/2/00
Pairings/Couples: L/M/T
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Disclaimer: This is a one part story about the relationship between Liz and Tess and they love they have for Max. Taken from the point of view of both Liz and Tess. I always found their relationship to be very interesting and so I wanted to post this.
Not sure if it fits with the AU thread but you can let me know if I need to move it I already posted this on the CC thread I was really confsed as to where this story should go if you could let me know that would be great! Thanks
Ok here are my other stories if you want to check them out.
Abduction Seduction (Still a work in progress)
http://www.roswellfanfic.com/viewtopic. ... e94b041ce8
Double Trouble (Still a work in progress)
http://www.roswellfanfic.com/viewtopic. ... 94f56cb69b
Waiting For You
viewtopic.php?t=5063
My first story is called the Journey Home
if you want to read that as well. Here is the link
http://www.roswellfanatics.net/viewtopic.php?t=1817
So enjoy and please leave feedback. I loved writing this and thought it was beautiful when I was done with it I am very pleased how this came out. I hope you all enjoy it as well.
Love,
Erin aka Roswell 10/2/00
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Sworn Enemies
I stare at the blond in the distance her golden locks whip around her face her piercing blue eyes stair off in the distance. She feels the same heart ache I do the same pain and loneness I am so post to have compassion for her yet I hate her. I know she feels the same hate when she looks at me. She tries to hide it but I know the darkness that is there. It wasn’t fair we were too young too naïve. We were sworn enemies our battle was that we loved the same man.
I look at the brunette as tears well in her brown eyes and stream down her face. She was the dark I was the light he craved the dark more. I once was his light. Now the sun has set on me just like it has on my heart. I am lost and alone I know what she is going through as I see her place a single white rose on the cold ground. I want to reach out and help her but I can’t why because she is the sworn enemy to me and I hate her for it. Why? She did nothing wrong but love another the same man I loved.
I place the beautiful white rose on the ground and it pricks me with it thorns I see the crimson blood start to trickle from my finger. Yet I do nothing as I feel the pain where the sharp thorn tore into my skin course through my body. A constant reminder of the sharp pain, that pierced my heart as I looked up at the silhouette of the blond. Just like the rose she is beautiful. I can see why he was attracted to her however just like the rose I could feel her thorns that he was numb to while they attacked my heart everyday.
I look and see that the rose she just placed on the ground hurts her. Yet she does nothing about it. I guess that’s what was different about us. She was stronger one and could endure pain more then I even could. I wish I could be like that but I can’t. I have no soul I am not so post to feel and I hate her because of it. I knew he loved me but I was dying every day with the pain I was causing to her. I didn’t care. Why should I? I thrived on the heart ach that I was causing on her it made me stronger. So why do I all of the sudden care now after all I have done to her? She is the enemy.
I feel the tears start to well in my eyes as the blinding sunset shines into them. It will be dark soon a constant reminder of the darkened abyss that is my soul. I remember how I used to crave for the night to come now I dead it. It is only a cold constant reminder of another lonely night with out him. I see the dark shadow of the blond in the sunlight and I hate her! My shadow a constant reminder of the darkness she has caused on me. Yet I feel concerned for her. It will dark soon and will get cold. However I do nothing. She is the enemy.
I shiver as I feel the night time breeze whip past me as the ambers of the sun glow in the darkness. Tears fill my eyes. He used to keep me warm at night now I am always cold. Hallow. I feel nothing. Only heart ach and pain. But it’s not hers instead this time it is my heart ach and pain. I want to die I feel nothing! I want to feel again, I want to be forgiven, and I want to be loved. I freeze I see her looking up at me with the same tear stained face and I want to comfort her yet I can’t. I hate her! She is the enemy.
I see her hunched over trying to stay warm as she looks at me with a blank expression. The same one I have. A mirror image of what my soul feels. She looks so lost and afraid. Should I help her? Is it because I feel sorry for her? Or is it something more? This is not life. We both didn’t ask for this. And now here we are two ghostly souls wondering in the world morning the same love. Who sealed this as our fate? Was this our destiny to live a corps life? I feel more cold tears fall down my cheeks an icy reminder of the deadness of my heart. He didn’t help me when he was with her. She changed him and I hate her because of it. She is the enemy.
I know I am moving yet I don’t feel it. My body is in a trance. I feel like I am floating. I feel nothing. I see her more clearly now. She is beautiful. I see why he was drawn to her. I burned him. He craved the moon not the sun. My vision is blurred just like my heart. She is crying just like I am. Why? What did we do to deserve this? Are we being punished for what we did some past life? I don’t know why. I don’t know who to blame? Do I blame him? Do I blame her? I hate her and I don’t even remember why?
I see her standing before me holding a single red rose. The color of blood how fitting with all of the heart ach and blood shed she has cause on me. Yet it’s so ironic being red is the color of love, passion, and even happiness. What love or happiness has she caused me? Only the bitter taste of metallic blood that I feel pulsating through my broken heart! I feel a new set of tears forming in my eyes. I hate her! Why did she do this to me? Why did she ever have to come into my life? What did we do to deserve a life like this! I look at the white rose I placed on the ground. It symbolized spiritual love. It is pure and innocent, just like how my world was before she came into it and I hate her for it! She is my sworn enemy and I don’t know why?
I place my red rose on the cold ground next to hers. They look so beautiful together. No one passing by would think that they were placed by two swore enemies. Born to hate each other for loving the same man. I feel myself fall to the ground as I start to weep only I don’t hear it. I am dead. My tears fall on to the roses before me. It is only then I hear weeping. Only it is not mine but of the other woman who’s tears have mingled with mine as they fall on the roses before us.
I reach out to her holding on as we both weep. We cry for the hurt, the lose, the pain we have caused each other, we cry for our past, our future, but mostly we cry for the lose of the man we both loved. A man who is gone forever and that is what hurts most of all.
I feel her holding on to me as we both cry. We cry for the pain, the lose, our past, our future, we cry for the love of the man who was taken away from us. But mostly we cry over the hate we have caused one another. We are swore enemies who bitterness has destroyed both of us.
I rock her softly in my arms, as our weeping now becomes a soft sniffle as we look out to the horizon. It is dark now but there is light shinning down on us. The light on the moon illuminates the head stone in front of us as we both see the name of the man we both love. The same man who brought us together. We both look at the name still holding each other as we see our red and white roses glow in the silver light. And for the first time in a long time I smile at the beautiful picture it creates.
I smile still holding my sworn enemy seeing the image we have created as our roses shine with their beauty in the moonlight and I know he is close. I can feel his presence around us. Maybe this is what he wanted for so many years that we find peace with our selves and with each other.
Tears of joy fill my eyes as I hear him whisper softy in the depths of both of our hearts. And for the first time I am at peace. I turn and look at my sworn enemy and I see she is crying tears of joy as well and is smiling. A perfect combination of light and dark fill the night sky and I feel for the first time in my heart compassion towards the woman I have hated for so long.
“I am so sorry.” We both say together as we hug each other. Afterwards we both reach out a hand to help each other up from the cold ground. We look at each other and share an understanding smile as we look one last time at his grave and the red and white roses we have placed there.
From now on things will be different for us. The battle is over. The man we love maybe gone but he gave us the greatest gift of all a new life. I think my sworn enemy may just become my new best friend.
The End