posted on 2-Feb-2003 4:18:35 PM by ChaosTheory
Title: Siren

Author: ChaosTheory

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of either Roswell or the basic plot and the summary{cause I suck at writing those} of the book "Guilty Pleasures," by: Laurell K. Hamilton.


Pairing: M/L

Summary: My name is Liz Parker. Vampires call me The Executioner, what I call them isn't repeatable. Ever since the Supreme Court granted Vampires equal Rights most everyone thinks of them as people with fangs but I know better. I've seen the victims, I carry their scars. But now one of the most powerful Bloodsuckers in town has a problem and needs my help. I'm about to get the surprise of my life. If you haven't guessed, it's AU.

A.N: Max and Liz won't have the exact same personalities that they had on the show, are the same type of love. If you've ever seen "Interveiw with the Vampire," and I could describe them and their relationship by saying they were like one of those characters. They would be less Louie, more Lastat. Get me? Don't worry, I'm not sure I do either.

Siren: The Proposition

Sean Delucca sat across from me in a black shirt with two buttons left undone at the top. The blue jeans he'd stuffed himself into were so tight that each globe of his ass sat up as if in some form of suspended animation. The silver chains wrapped around his neck and clinging to his belt loops winked at me.

He was handsome, more so now then when he'd been alive. He was now dead, or undead to the literal types, Calling a vampire dead was now like a racial slur, unacceptable in a civilized society.

"I've been sent here to make you an offer or a proposition if that's what you'd like to call it."

I sat still and said nothing. I already knew I was going to turn whatever it was down, I don't work for vampires, but I wanted to hear him out. I wanted to know what he was up to, he'd been a low-life when he was alive, he was probably still a low-life now that he was un-dead.

"My boss owns a club..."

I cut in, "no thanks."

He took an unneeded breath and looked at me, just sat there and looked. Didn't breath, didn't blink. It was always that stillness that bothered me most about...them.That total lack of movement. I had to force myself not to reach for the crucifix hanging between my breast.

"I wasn't fiished Parker. I think it would be...better for your health to at least listen to me."

I smiled disbeleivingly and leaned forward a little in my seat, "go on."

"As I was saying, my boss has been having a problem and he would like to see you about maybe fixing it."

He suddenly had his arm stretched out across the desk and I reared back. He smiled, grabbed the ash tray that was next to me, and leaned back in his chair.

"I can't beleive it, The Executioner, afraid of little ole Seany Delucca."

I frowned, "Not afraid, just cautious."

He stared at me as he ran his tongue along suddenly elongated incisors. I watched with a mixture of awe and disgust as a small bead of crimson dropped from the tooths point.

"Lets get this meeting over with already. Who do you work for?"

His smile became beatific, "Never you mind. If you come tonight you'll meet him."

I wanted to say no, really I did, but the curiosity was almost to much to bear.

"Wheres his club?"

Sean leaned back in victory and it took everything in me not to grab the stack from my drawer, reach over, and put him out of his misery.

"It's downtown, called Guilty Pleasures. Midnight"

I smiled at him but it wasn't a nice welcoming one, it was cynical.

"BloodVille? You want me to walk around BloodVille at Midnight?"

The smile slipped from his features and I could see he was offended, "That's a very racist thing to call a place where mostly vampires live."

I shrugged and leaned back into my seat, "Vampires hunt where vampires live. You can't deny the murder rates gone up 20% since it became a nest."

I stopped and sighed faux apologetically, "sorry, a place where there's a high concentration of "night creatures.'"

He crossed his arms over his chest, "whatever you say Parker. Are you coming or not?"

I took a deep breath, "Guilty Pleasures, Midnight."

He smiled "Good girl."

He was at the door and I once again thought about his sudden speed and wondered what else Sean could do that he couldn't before.

"See ya tonight."

He was gone and I breathed a sigh of relief. Vampires had a presence that didn't allow you to relax around you, that is unless of course, they wanted you to.

I looked down and started to write up the report that I was going to give to my boss, Jerry, about my meeting with Sean.

"Oh and Parker."

I was up with a gun in one hand and a stake in the other before his sentence was finished.

"Just thought ypou might be interested to know that all vampires get a gift when they're turned. Can you guess what mine is?"

I knew it wasn't super speed, all vampires have that.

"Don't know Sean, now please get the hell out."

He bowed and was gone in the blink of an eye. I'd said I didn't know what his power was but that had been a lie. I thought back to earlier when I'd wondered what else he could do and had a good guess as to what his "gift" was.



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posted on 2-Feb-2003 11:32:49 PM by ChaosTheory
posted on 3-Feb-2003 12:26:40 PM by ChaosTheory
Thanx for the replies. I was kinda worried about writing this story but you all have made me feel better about this.

P.S- You're correct in your assumption that this was all just a ploy to BUMP myself so give me more replies.

posted on 5-Feb-2003 7:12:42 PM by ChaosTheory
Thank you guys for the replies, I really do appreciate them. Please read and reply again to this new chapter. Hope you guys like it.

Title: Siren

Author: ChaosTheory

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of either Roswell or the basic plot and the summary{cause I suck at writing those} of the book "Guilty Pleasures," by: Laurell K. Hamilton.


Pairing: M/L

Summary for this chapter: Liz has just accepted the job Sean has offered her. Will she regret it in the morning?

A.N: Thank you everyone who replied and those of you that're lurking...quit it and reply!! It makes me feel good and confirms that I am the center of the universe.*big*

Siren: The Introduction

I walked into the pulsing blue lights and deafening music pounding on 'Guilty Pleasures' front sidewalk.

I looked down at my watch, 11:50.

I was early.

I thought about maybe waiting outside until I was 5 minutes late and pushed the idea away. This wasn't a date, this was buisness.

I went up to the door and got the bouncers attention.

"I should be on the list, under Parker."

He scanned the sheet, "yes, Ms. Elizabeth Parker come on in."

He pulled the velvet rope apart and I watched security hold people back from the door. Wow, this club was that hot, how had I not heard about it? But the answer was obvious. Could it have been because I have no personal life, yes, I think that's a definite possibility.

"Luke will escort you to the VIP room."

I shook him off and started walking away.

"It's fine," I said over my shoulder, "I'll find my own way."

The Bouncer came up behind me and grabbed my arm, "it's the boss' will that he walk you."

The boss' will huh?

"Look, I don't wanna get you in trouble are anything but if you don't let me go right now I'm going to have to hurt you."

He looked at me like he didn't think that could happen. I cracked my knuckles, oh well, guess I'd just have to show him.

"It's O.K, I'll take her with me."

The voice had come from no where and I watched as the bouncer nearly fell trying to get away.

"Yes boss, I'm sorry if anything wasn't done well. Thank you boss."

With that he was gone.

I turned around and sighed.

"Jeanne-Peirre, I thought you were dead."

He smiled that slow smile and I felt myself being drawn in, no, that wasn't ever going to happen again. I still had the vivid memory of the first time I'd let myself go when I was with him.

The bite on my neck throbbed as if it knew it was near the person who'd made it and that thought wasn't that crazy when it's creator was Jeanne-Pierre.

Anything was possible with him.

"If you're the one who called me here, you might as well find another PI cause theres no way that I'm working for you."

I turned to make a thunderous exit when he grabbed my arm and I may have been The Executiner but I couldn't make my self break that hold even if I wanted to, whitch I found I didn't.

"Get out of my head Jeanne, that's the fastest way of getting me angry."

He let go of me and smiled, "I'm sorry ma petit but I wanted to stay."

As I looked at him I felt that pull again and turned away.

Just as Seans power had been telepathy, Jeanne's was thrall. He could make anyone he wanted do anything he wanted and that was dangerous. It'd already gotten me in trouble once.

I forced my hand to stay away from the bite and pushed my hair from my face to cover it. Jeanne had always flustered me, even when he wasn't trying and I wastrying to cover it up.

"Cut the shit and lets get to why you called me here when you know I'll never work for you."

"You won't be working for me nespa, you'll be working for my boss."

For the first time in what felt like forever, I was shocked.

"You have a boss?"

He looked away and I noticed he was nerveous. Jeanne-Pierre, 170 year old vampire, nerveous.

Is that pride I'm feeling.

"He's young but he's got a power, a presence," he straitened, "I couldn't see myself not working for him."

He'd said all this in a tone of awe and I knew that even though I probably wasn't goign to work for this mysterious vampire, I had to meet him. I had to meet the guy who made Jeanne speak of him in that voice.

"Bring me to him."


"He'll be here shortly."

With that Jeanne left me in an empty room on the top floor.

There was low lighting so I couldn't see much but what I did see was lush and obviously, overtly, expesive. My mind went back to this mystery. Who was he.

"You're Liz Parker."

It wasn't a question. It was a statment.

I spun around and barely stopped myself from pulling a gun.

I stood up strait and tried to shake my sudden fear off.

"And you would be?"

I couldn't see his face but I could feel him. I understood why Jeanne spoke the way he did about him.

"I'm Maxwell Evans, the man who hired you."


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posted on 6-Feb-2003 6:40:50 PM by ChaosTheory

I'm sooooo glad you guys like this!! I didn't really like the second chapter but if you all like it I guess that's good enough.