posted on 25-Aug-2002 11:34:48 PM by mrsjbehr


Title: ELIZABETH’S MIST
Author: Mrsjbehr
Rating: R later, possibly NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything connected with Roswell. I will be using some ideas from the story “Almost Heaven” by Judith McNaught in my story, but it will only be in small parts which I’ll indicate in italics…I don’t mean to claim those parts as mine, I’m borrowing them as a backdrop to my story. I may also use lyrics from Peter Gabriel’s “In your eyes” and some others.

Summary: …to come later…if you like the prologue, and leave lots of feedback.



PROLOGUE


Dreams…nightmares…visions…
They say everyone has them at one point or other. It’s remembering those dreams that’s generally the problem.
My dreams seem…different.
I see scenes from another life…
I feel things, I can’t explain…

That’s why I’m here now, I guess…

Oracles.

If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be on my way to visit one, I would have laughed it off and said they were crazy. Yet, as I stand outside the old house on top of the hill, it seems all too real.

Like some strange scene from a paranormal movie, the gothic building looks down upon me and I hesitate to knock on the door.

Why am I here again? Oh yes, to get answers.
Answers for questions that plague my mind, yet I can never phrase them right. I raise my hand to wrap on the door just as it seemingly opens for itself.

The woman who answers looks directly at me, her face reflecting her depth of age but her eyes show the wisdom of it.

“Come in…” she says and I follow her lead to a room of antiques evidently well preserved. Smiling, I move to the seat she directs me to, sitting tenderly for fear of damaging its beauty. The silence is awkward at first, and I look quietly down at my hands thinking of what to say. But just as I try to speak, her voice fills the air,

“I know why you are here my child.” Glancing up, I see her expression filled with care as she stares at me.
“But the answers you seek, I cannot give.”

My hope is momentarily destroyed, yet I continue on,
“Why do I have dreams of things that I don’t understand? Aren’t dreams supposed to give answers instead of withhold them?”

“Tell me...” She simply states.

“They are but riddles and enigmas, just like my life.” I reply, relenting to the tale I was about to tell. “ I guess the first began about a year ago, occurring only sporadically until about the last two months when they started getting more frequent. The first was the longest. I’d just had a long, stressful day at work, and I just wanted to sleep…so that’s what I did. As soon as I closed my eyes I was there on those strange shores, …only, it wasn’t like any coastline I’ve ever seen. The sand was white, the ocean silver, the mountains red and the sky filled with deep orange clouds.” Stopping to take a breath, I look again at her face expecting to see some form of ridicule, but there was none.

Encouraged, I move on with my story,
“I’d be walking in the sand barefooted, and wearing clothes I don’t recognize, but they were always white; then, I’d see a male figure appear some distance in front of me. He’d be standing, facing out towards the horizon, and something would draw me to him.”

“Does he wear clothes to match you?”

“Yes, but his changes, as mine remains the same. And every time before I could see his face, he would die in my arms.”

“Die?” she questioned, seemingly shocked at the turn of events.

“Yes, die. And with every dream, he’d die another way.” This disclosure brings obvious interest to her expression as she eagerly listens to the rest. “In the first, he was killed with a sword, then, with a gun, and the last, by drowning. I never understood why. Even in death, the only thing I knew for certain was that I loved him and he loved me and that each time that I lost him, it felt like I lost a part of myself.” My mind ran idly back to each scene in my dreams, as I hope that some new clue would arise from the muddle, but it was to no avail. Shaking my head, I’m drawn back into reality and the old woman’s face staring directly into mine.

“Give me your hand.” She whispers, moving to a small bench in front of the table that separated us. I kneel before the table, and stretch my hand out to face her. “Now relax…” she stated soothingly, and as if on cue we close our eyes, to be lost in the darkness.


*****


Elise stared out of her draped windows about an hour later, at the retreating form of her evening guest. She was baffled by the bombardment of emotions she had felt while trying to read this young woman. There was something about her that kept nagging at her senses. In all of her years as an oracle, she had never felt as live a connection as that which had pulled her into this Elizabeth. Yet, what confused her most was the fact that she didn’t see anything! Nothing! It was as if someone was placing a mist over her mind’s eye and it was that possibility that was the most worrying. As the young woman stepped into her car, Elise moved away from her window. Giving the sofa cushions a quick fluff, one thought seemed to permeate her mind…

‘This was not over... somehow, she’d see Elizabeth Parker again.’



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posted on 27-Aug-2002 7:42:44 PM by mrsjbehr
Hey Guys...thanks alot for the feedback. Sorry I didnt explain sooner, but this story is slightly AU, meaning it doesnt run according to the series, but the characters are mostly the same.

I'll be back very soon with Chapter one, so please keep reading and leaving feedback!*big*
posted on 28-Aug-2002 3:43:48 PM by mrsjbehr
Title: ELIZABETH’S MIST
Author: Mrsjbehr
Rating: R later, possibly NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything connected with Roswell. I will be using some ideas from the story “Almost Heaven” by Judith McNaught in my story, but it will only be in small parts which I’ll indicate in italics…I don’t mean to claim those parts as mine, I’m borrowing them as a backdrop to my story. I may also use lyrics from Peter Gabriel’s “In your eyes” and some others.


Chapter one

“So, how’d it go last night?” the groggy female voice questioned on entering the kitchen. She seemed to move on autopilot, across the room and straight for the coffee pot. That was Maria. Coffee was the only thing that existed in the morning. It was surprising that she’d even remembered the suggestion she had made to her sister the night before.

“Good morning ‘Ria” Elizabeth replied nonchalantly, pointedly ignoring her twin’s question, as she kept her eyes on the New York Times article she was reading.

“Morning…now don’t dodge the question.” Maria knowingly remarked, “ Wasn’t Madame Elise as amazing as I said? I’ll bet she told you stuff that blew your mind!”

“She blew my mind alright.” She whispered somewhat loudly.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Ria. It was exactly like I knew it would be…” Liz replied, a little frustrated. Closing the paper, she raised her eyes to meet her excentric sister’s, “…a complete waist of time.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me…”

“That’s not possible Liz.” She stated in disbelief, “That woman has told me things that no one else could know! She is as legit a psychic as I’ve ever met…”

“It was probably just coincidence.”

“No way.” Maria voiced, placing her coffee cup down on the round breakfast table. She slumped down in the seat opposite Liz, a defiant look in her eyes. “What exactly did she tell you?”

“Nothing… I went there, told her everything I remembered from the dreams.” Liz explained, taking a sip of her cappuccino, “She took my hands and closed her eyes like she was trying to see something. After what seemed like forever, she opened her eyes and had this strange expression on her face. For a minute I was kinda worried. Then she said that she couldn’t see anything.” Liz paused and looked over at Maria. “I don’t know how you talked me into going to see her in the first place.”

“You know how and why Lizzie!” her voice suddenly wide awake… “You’ve been having these dreams for too long now. You have to be getting them for a reason.”

“Of course…too much Cookies n’ cream before bed.” Liz replied with a smirk.

Maria glared back at her, “That’s not funny.”
“Look, I still think you should go see her again.”

“No way Ria. I know you think she’s legit, but I don’t.” Liz stated, standing up and dusting off her pristine gray colored pants suit. “I’m not about to waste my time with her again. Besides, everyone has recurring dreams…mine are no different.” As she whispered the last part an odd feeling of foreboding passed over her.

The strange look that passed over her sister’s face was not something Maria missed.
“Liz?” she asked, drawing the brunette out of her revelry.

“I’m fine.” She quickly responded, then, glancing at her watch she exclaimed, “Damn, I’m late. Dad’s going to kill me.”
“Could you wash this stuff up for me before your class? I’ll make it up to you this evening by bringing dinner home.”

“Yeah sure.” Maria half murmured. “But Liz…”

“Later Ria, …” And she was out the door without another word.

Maria shook her head. She was worried. If Madame Elise couldn’t see anything, that couldn’t be good.
“No, not good at all.” She mumbled to herself.


Author's note: I know this is short, but I'll be back soon with part 2...just please leave feedback. *big*
posted on 28-Aug-2002 11:56:41 PM by mrsjbehr


Title: ELIZABETH’S MIST
Author: Mrsjbehr
Category: AU
Rating: R later, possibly NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything connected with Roswell. I will be using some ideas from the story “Almost Heaven” by Judith McNaught in my story, but it will only be in small parts which I’ll indicate in italics…I don’t mean to claim those parts as mine, I’m borrowing them as a backdrop to my story. I may also use lyrics from Peter Gabriel’s “In your eyes” and some others.

Summary: Elizabeth Parker lived a happy life that most young women only dream about. Living in New York City, heiress to the Parker millions…Life was perfect, right? Wrong. Jeff Parker has his own secrets, and they come back to haunt him at just about the same time Liz’ own dreams begin to haunt her. Dreams that could lead her to him and an unknown story of reincarnation …but will secrets and lies destroy it all??????????


Hey all, I felt like adding this tonight...enjoy *big*

Chapter 1b

They were total opposites. How could twin sisters be so different? Liz didn’t know, but in this case it was completely true. Lord knows she loves her sister, but sometimes Maria was just so crazy. Shaking her head as she thought back to all the times in their childhood that Maria had gotten her into trouble over one mess or other! Then she smiled. The truth was, Liz couldn’t picture growing up any other way. It was always Elizabeth and Maria, the Parker girls and heiresses to the Parker Empire.

That so-called empire was actually a matter of luck. Their father Jeffery Parker had inherited an alien themed restaurant called the Crashdown in Roswell New Mexico almost thirty years ago, from his mother. Jeff had simply turned the place around, added one or two modern ideas, disposed of the alien theme and added a dance club. So, it was now a combo that has chains in all the major US cities…the Antarian Palace – a highly credited restaurant, and the After Hours – the hottest dance club the eastern coast had ever seen. Liz always wondered if her father had them in mind when he came up with the idea, because she was completely engrossed in the restaurant, while Maria was obsessed with the club. Liz knew when the time came she’d be completely comfortable running the Antarian Palace, but for now, she was content enough just being the hostess.

Pulling her navy blue 325Ci BMW convertible to a stop in front of the familiar gold and silver doors that led to the Palace’s entrance, Elizabeth quickly made her way inside.

“Kyle, is my father here yet?” she greeted the maitre ’d trying to gain her composure before seeing her father.

“Hey Liz, yeah. He’s sitting at his table in the back. I think he’s meeting with someone…looks serious.”

“Serious? That’s funny, Dad never said anything about a meeting.” She murmured to herself, “Thanks Kyle, I’ll be back in a minute.”



Liz moved through the restaurant, a pleasant smile on her face as she greeted the patrons, occasionally asking if they were happy with their meal, or if they needed anything. Finally, she spotted her father in an avid conversation in one of the corner tables. Making eye contact, Jeff raised his hand to call her over. Making one final check of her attire, Liz made her way to stand in front of them.

Both men stood up from the table at her arrival,

“Liz honey, I’d like you to meet Lt. Jim Valenti.” Jeff announced, introducing the salt and pepper haired older man who stood facing them.

“Please just call me Jim…” the man stated, taking Liz’ outstretched hand.

“Nice to meet you Jim.” She replied pleasantly, “But is something wrong Dad?” she redirected as they reclaimed their seats.

“Wrong?… oh, no! Jim and I are old friends.”

“Yes, we grew up together in Roswell.” Lt. Valenti added, “I just thought I’d drop in and maybe ask a favor.”

“Is there anything that I can do?” she inquired, curious as to what the favor may be.

But before Jim could reply, her father did the honors.
“No dear, it’s only something minor. By the way, where’s your sister?”

“Maria has class this morning Dad, she’ll be in for lunch as usual.” Liz noticed an odd look pass between the two men just then, but let it slide… “Um, I’m a bit late Dad, so I’m just going to get to work.”
“Pleasure meeting you again Lieutenant…Jim.”

“The pleasure was all mine.”


******

Jeff turned back to face the Lieutenant once they were again alone.
“I don’t like lying to my daughter Jim.”

“I know that Jeff, but this is important. The fewer people who know, the better off it will be. Trust me.”

“Fine, I’ll trust you. But the moment things get dangerous…”

“I’ll make sure everyone pulls out.” Lt. Valenti finished.

TBC

Author's note: I added a summary for all who want to read it... I also decided to put up this part tonight...
I changed the banner...let me know which one you like better.
Looking forward to reading your feedback!*big*
posted on 30-Aug-2002 11:06:57 PM by mrsjbehr


Title: ELIZABETH’S MIST
Author: Mrsjbehr
Category: AU
Rating: R later, possibly NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything connected with Roswell. I will be using some ideas from the story “Almost Heaven” by Judith McNaught in my story, but it will only be in small parts which I’ll indicate in italics…I don’t mean to claim those parts as mine, I’m borrowing them as a backdrop to my story. I may also use lyrics from Peter Gabriel’s “In your eyes” and some others.

Summary: Elizabeth Parker lived a happy life that most young women only dream about. Living in New York City, heiress to the Parker millions…Life was perfect, right? Wrong. Jeff Parker has his own secrets, and they come back to haunt him at just about the same time Liz’ own dreams begin to haunt her. Dreams that could lead her to him and an unknown story of reincarnation…but will secrets and lies destroy it all??????????


Chapter two



It wasn’t difficult to see the change in expressions that the Lieutenant and her father had undergone once Liz had left the table earlier that day, but even now she seemed to be plagued by it. That was over six hours ago. Now, she stood, the smile she had genuinely given to their patrons earlier, out-shadowed by the paled mimic of a pleasant smirk that remained. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see Kyle quietly snickering.

“What’s so funny?” she questioned as soon as the new arrivals had moved to their seats.

“You.” He responded still laughing quietly. “It’s so obvious that you’re tired of smiling.”

“Yeah, well, I’m just genuinely tired.” She replied, a bit short. “I didn’t have the best night?”

“What, Mr. Right not treating you right?” he quipped. “I’ll be more that happy to help in that department.”

Shooting him a playful glare, “Very funny Kyle… If didn’t know you as well as I do, I’d think you were nothing but a smartass!” she replied smiling too.
“No, it’s not Sean… he’s being…his usual self.” Liz replied, growing quiet again.

“Annoying…and egotistical?”

“No…self-absorbed and aloof. But that’s Sean DeLuca.”

“I know we’ve been through all this Liz, but why are you still with this guy?” Kyle questioned, starting to get serious.

“Lately I’ve been wondering the same thing. I rarely see him, and the times that I do we end up arguing about something stupid.” She complained.

“You deserve more.” He half whispered and Liz turned to look straight at him. For the first time since freshman year at NYU, there was an awkward silence between them.

“You,” she finally spoke, breaking eye contact, “sound just like Maria.”

“Did I just hear my name?” Maria remarked, bouncing through the gold and silver glass doorway. Liz stepped back from Kyle to greet her twin with a kiss on the cheek.

“No, Kyle and I were just talking.”

“About?”

“Sean…he was trying to talk me out of dating Sean again.”

“Good luck Babe.” Maria offered, “ Maybe you’ll have more influence than I have. The last thing I tried to get her to do, she fouled up. I still think you should go back to Madame Elise.” She stated, addressing the last bit to Liz.

“Madame Elise?” Kyle inquired.

“My spiritual advisor.” Maria replied.

“Psychics Liz?” the blue eyed Maitre’d quipped.

“Once Kyle…and never again!” Elizabeth simply stated, before plastering on that smile and heading off with a group of three well-dressed businessmen.



“So Maria, maybe you’ll tell me why Liz is visiting psychics.” Kyle quizzed the wavy-haired blond in front of him.

“It’s all in the dreams darling…all in the dreams.” She replied cryptically, then stepped quickly into the back in search of her father, leaving a very confused maitre’d.

*********


“Evans! Guerin! In my office now!” the familiar yell of the Lieutenant’s voice filled the 103rd Precinct later that evening.

All eyes seemed to turn to the left corner of the room, staring at the two partners who straightened up at the sound of their names. The longhaired, muscular one fingered the wallet chain that hung off the waist of his pants, a nonchalant expression on his face. He was used to hearing their superior yelling his name. He was the rogue one. The one who couldn’t keep a steady partner until this one, who stuck around for the past two years.

Michael looked over at the seemingly conservative guy who sat in the desk opposite him. “Think we should go in?”

“Why not. I think everyone’s expecting it.”




Lt. Valenti stood, looking out the tall glass plane window behind his desk. At the sound of his office door closing, he turned around to face the two men he’d been expecting.
Max Evans stood up front, a look on his face that openly stated that he was ready for whatever was thrown at him.

“What’s up Lieutenant?” he questioned.

“I have an assignment for you.” Valenti replied, placing two manila folders on the desk in front of them.

“Parker…as in the infamous Parkers.” Michael questioned, slumping down into the old cushioned chair.

“Yes. The two of you are going undercover…” he stated, continuing to explain what he expected from each of them.

Max looked up minutes later, “ Do they know about this?”

“If they did, it wouldn’t be undercover now would it Evans?” Valenti replied sarcastically.

“Now, do you think you could handle this without blowing it?” he directed the question to Michael.

“Yes Sir.” Michael replied through gritted teeth. He hated when Valenti hinted on his possible iniquites.

“Fine, then I’ll expect you to check in regularly. You start tomorrow.”

Before the two officers could reply, a rookie burst through the door drawing their attention with his words,

“Sir, there’s been another one…”


TBC... (give me a shout out peoples, I love hearing from you.)

AN: thanks for all the feedback. This is a bit of a transition part, but I hope you like...*big*







posted on 8-Sep-2002 5:38:41 PM by mrsjbehr


Title: ELIZABETH’S MIST
Author: Mrsjbehr
Category: AU
Rating: R later, possibly NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything connected with Roswell. I will be using some ideas from the story “Almost Heaven” by Judith McNaught in my story, but it will only be in small parts which I’ll indicate in italics…I don’t mean to claim those parts as mine, I’m borrowing them as a backdrop to my story. I may also use lyrics from Peter Gabriel’s “In your eyes” and some others.

Summary: Elizabeth Parker lived a happy life that most young women only dream about. Living in New York City, heiress to the Parker millions…Life was perfect, right? Wrong. Jeff Parker has his own secrets, and they come back to haunt him at just about the same time Liz’ own dreams begin to haunt her. Dreams that could lead her to him and an unknown story of reincarnation…but will secrets and lies destroy it all??????????


Chapter three

7pm

‘It’s amazing how quickly darkness falls now, or maybe it’s just the black clouds that foretell the night’s shower. It’s barely seven in the evening as we walk up the alley, passing through the familiar crowd of onlookers. I brace myself for what I already expect to see. It was always the same, and it scared me how much I was getting used to it all. The flashing light of the photographer’s camera drew me forward and I faltered for barely a minute as the stench of decaying flesh and blood hit me like an unseen force.’

Max glanced down at the body lying awkwardly against the dirt plastered wall. She was young, brunette, and dressed in a gown that spoke of a different time period, the early thirties… He always did that.
“Damn.” He heard Michael exclaim. “Same m/o?”

“Yeah,” Max replied stoically, “same era of dress, same brunette, same type of location.” He continued, growing increasingly more upset. He was getting so sick of this!

“And same tattoo.” Michael remarked, bending down to get a closer look at the green drawing on the victim’s wrist. “I don’t get this. What is it? Some sort of whirlwind symbol?”

“I guess…maybe it’s his call-sign or something…”

“Nah…” he wouldn’t be that obvious. There has to be more to this than we can see.”

“Were there any witnesses?” Max directed the question to the first officer who had appeared on the scene.

“No, just the building owner who was checking out the stench.” The blond haired rookie stated. “He said the tenants were complaining about it for the past four days. So he checked it out today and found the body by the dumpster.” His hands were shaking as he spoke.

“Is this your first crime scene officer…”

“Jamerson,…and yes sir it is.” The kid replied.

“Alright, I think that’s it. You can go now.” Max dismissed him. He could still remember his first body. Somehow he guessed he always would, after all, it was his sister’s…

Moving back over to his partner’s side, he tried to clear his mind of that memory.

He watched Michael move back as the forensic analyst approached the scene.

“How long do you think she’s been dead Lexie?” Michael asked.

“It’s been a while. See the blue color under the nails…I’d average about three, maybe four days. I’d have to open her to be sure.”

“Alright, let us know as soon as you do.” She shook her head in affirmation.

“Could you check under the nails for any skin too?” Max inquired. “ …just in case.” The fact was, the victims never seemed to show signs of a struggle, but this time, he was hoping.

“Sure thing handsome.” Lexie quipped as the two detectives walked away.


*******
The After Hours…


In your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
the heat I see in your eyes


“Lizzie!” Maria came out of the back room of the club, whining. “I can’t believe you’re listening to this song again!”

“Come on Ria, it’s my favorite. Besides I’m leaving in a few minutes, so you wouldn’t have to hear it anymore.”

“Thank God!” she replied overly eager.

“I don’t know why you’re complaining. I stuck around here to help you set up for tonight…and besides, you like this song too.” Liz replied, eyeing her sister defiantly.

“I know sis, and I’m grateful you know that.” Maria conceded, then glanced at the clock. “Look, why don’t you head out now? I know you had a long day. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Is Alex coming in to help you?”

“Yeah, he’ll be here shortly to man the bar, and Kyle’s bouncing tonight.”

Liz raised her left eyebrow, effectively giving her sister ‘the look’.
“Kyle’s bouncing? Alex on the bar?”

Maria grinned. “Yep, I know…the world’s gone crazy. But it’s only for tonight. I’m supposed to be getting some new guy tomorrow. Matt or Michael or something. He’ll be at the bar, and Sean should be back from vacation too…he’ll bounce.”

“Hmm…”

“What?”

“That reminds me. I think Dad hired someone new for the restaurant too. I guess I’ll see tomorrow.” She replied, standing up and pulling on her coat. “I’ll see you later.”

“Alright. Don’t go all crazy tonight now!”

“Haha..” Liz replied, moving out the door into the cool evening air.
She loved the change of season. It was the best times of the year…summer to fall, winter to spring…
She handed her keys to the valet and waited for him to bring her car around.

It was quiet still. The club usually picked up later on at night. The sounds of police sirens screaming as the cars passed by filled the air, drawing Liz’s attention and her curiosity as she noticed them pull to a stop further down the road.

“Have a good night Ms. Parker.” The valet remarked, holding the driver side door open for her. Liz had barely heard him drive up.

“Thank you Harrison. You do the same.” She replied, getting in and driving off.

As she neared the scene, Liz slowed the car down and a strange eerie feeling seemed to come over her. She could feel the hair on the back of her neck almost stand on end.

“What’s going on?” she whispered to herself.

As if in answer, the crowd parted and Liz watched as two men pushed a trolley towards the black hearse. On top lay a back body bag, obviously full with the victim. She watched as the placed the body inside and closed the door before she drove off.

She hated scenes like that…she didn’t know why she slowed to see it.
As she turned the next corner, growing further and further away, she couldn’t help the same eerie feeling that remained with her.
She just wished she knew why she felt it.




He moved, silently away from the crowd and back into the darkness. He’d felt her. She’d been there. For a short time she’d been right there. Cracking his knuckles, he walked away. He’d find her again… soon.

Author's note:
Thanks to all of you who keep reading my story! I'm happy you like it and I'm sorry this took so long, but school has started back, so my time is shorter. I'll keep up with this story for you all so please keep reading and leaving feedback.
Thanks for all the bumps...Moonlily, FallinAngels, Marteloise,Roswelllover,Lana Lane (love your stories),and all the rest!*big**big*
posted on 13-Sep-2002 8:53:11 PM by mrsjbehr
Hi everyone, thanks for the bumps. I'm working on chapter 4 this weekend. It should be up by Sunday. Keep reading...
To all the new people, I'm happy you like this.
See you soon with Chapter four.*big*
posted on 22-Sep-2002 2:59:13 PM by mrsjbehr
hi everyone, I'm sorry no updates yet, but I'm really sick with the flu. I hate being sick...
Anyway, I'll get the new part up as soon as I can.
Again, I'm really sorry.*sad*
posted on 28-Oct-2002 6:38:55 PM by mrsjbehr
Happy to know you have not forgotten my story.
I'm working on the next chapter. I want to have a few good ones before I post, so that the time between posting wouldn't be too long.
So please bear with me.*sad**big*