posted on 7-Oct-2002 8:00:48 AM
Authors note: I am reposting all parts so if any reader has not finished can finish. and there is a sequeal to this story
and I will add it is a little confusing at the begining.

Title: Destined forever.
Rating: PG for now but the ratings WILL change.
Disclaimer: Don't own the Roswell gang. They belong to UPN and Melinda Metz. But I own and Sarah also little Serena
Authors note: I hope I'm doing this right. Feed back please!!!!!!!
This is mainly Liz Pov and Zan Pov after EOTW and start of Meet the Dupes. Don't worry I'm still a dreamer!! But Max in season 2 isn't as he used to be. Just read or I will give too much away.

Part One

Why do I feel this void in my existence?
A gaping blackness - it doesn't go away?
A feeling of loneliness and neglect?
Slowly eating me away?

Will it ever stop?
Or will I have to end it first?


Liz parker sat arched in a rigid ball, in the furthest corner in her dark room. The windows, wide open as the frozen draft constantly flowed in, causing her dark dull curtains to billow and entwined together like a crazed animal.

I'm not myself anymore...
Forever changed...- cannot go back.
I'm alone and not loved...
No body cares anymore
Too busy suffocating in their pitiful lives...

The man that I ever loved is gone....

Elizabeth Parker once curled into herself gradually come undone. She slowly walked to the bathroom, hearing the soft clicks of her clock, counting down to her horrific demise

I'm sorry Serena; water flowed like jewels from her blood shot eyes. It's not your fault.

She pulled out Kyle's pistol she had stolen earlier and pressed the cold chamber to her forehead. Before she could pull the trigger a voice that wasn't her own in screamed inside her head so loud she could have sworn her nose started to bleed.

Don't do it cornball!!!

posted on 7-Oct-2002 8:02:18 AM
Meanwhile

FBI agent Walker was assigned to closely watch a group of streets punks who have been prime suspects in alien encounters.
Oh Please, Sarah thought. If the beau was going to sack her because of last week then why then assign her to this?
She quickly shook that thought away and pulled a small mobile phone and pressed the red button spoke into her communicator.
"The ducks are in the bag," She whispered and tried not to snort but failed. These code words were quite odd if you didn't know what they really meant.
She hid behind the degraded blue dumpster and intently watched them from afar.

The New York streets always lingered with street punks and terrifying gangs however; there was one who defined them all.

A teenager, with dark spiked hair, pierced body parts, goatee, and the most haunted amber eyes you have ever seen. For those eyes carried the will of the world.
Three other characters followed close behind him, as if they were afraid to over step him.

Yep, Sarah thought. That's our guy. The Mohawk guy called him Zan. Is that short for Alexander?
The girl with short spiked hair, obviously streaked with thin black lines was telling Zan something while holding a brown ball. So was the other teen, petite with short pink hair.
Zan turned red in the cheeks and stopped, turned clockwise to the Mohawk guy and simply said.
"I'm Da man. Don't forget"
Sarah heard that line perfectly because they were only a few feet away from where she was. Which was behind the blue dumpster.
Sarah trembled as she picked up her mobile phone. Sweat began to bead under her arms.
"The Duck is here," Sarah whispered.

The girl who was next to the Zan looked suspicious. Her daunting eyes were was on the Mohawk's face the whole time as she shoved the basketball on to the pavement.
Zan went to pick it up as the Mohawk kicked Zan's butt and Zan's face met the pavement.
A blue truck was coming down the side street. The Mohawk punk stared at Zan while shot out his arm, aimed at the truck. Suddenly with out warning the truck sped rapidly and over Zan's body.
There was a loud thump like dropping a heavy bag on the floor filled the streets. Zan's body had just been run over.
The pink haired girl screamed which almost pierced Sarah's delicate eardrums.
The Mohawk punk and the girl dragged the dismayed teen away from the dead corpse.
Or so it seemed.
Because if they saw what Sarah saw they would know that Zan wasn't dead.
Before the Truck hit him he struck out his hands and a green shield covered his body as the truck drove not through him but over him.
He passed out before the truck drove away but not before Sarah heard Zan quietly whisper, his eyes glazed over.

Don't do it cornball
.
Then he collapsed, asleep.
When the three others were out of sight she sighed heavily.
Sarah swiftly dragged Zan's limp body behind the dumpster and spoke forcefully into the communicator.
"The hunter has shot the Duck," Sarah snorted to herself. " I repeat Hunter has shot duck and needs assistance,"

posted on 7-Oct-2002 8:04:47 AM
It has been three days since Liz had that odd foreign experience.

Don't do it cornball? Liz scrunched her brow. She hasn't heard that term before.
While listening to Ms Hardy babbling about something she had learnt or there was no point in learning this fact. Sub consciously her right hand had been doodling something on her note pad for the past half and hour. The words 'Neri' was engraved on the lined paper.
Her left eye was trained on Ms Hardy while the other was focus on Max's cold face.
Max...
The guy you know from school
The guy you see down the street.
The guy who used to love you with all his soul
The guy you've been lying to
The guy you love so much

The past two months and three weeks Liz would rather be receiving water torture than this.
Tess Harding, and how she was like a thorn in the group. Then Future Max comes along and asks her to save the whole world by destroying her only change of happiness. Then there was the whole Serena fiasco.

Serena.... oh how I wish you were here....

Because then Liz wouldn't have to endure total isolation from everyone she trusts and cares about.

Then one day Liz couldn't take the cold shoulder from Max. The constant ramblings on how she was number one bitch from the Ice Queen or Maria having total disproval of her. Last of all Kyle resorting to not even know my name and Alex.... wishing he didn't even know me.

Liz remembered the whole procedure as if it was yesterday.

She received a phone Call from Her Aunt in Florida, explaining her parents died in a plane crash on the way to Miami. Leaving her to look after the Serena situation.

Then Liz noticed that everyone started ignoring her, like she was a disease and if she touched you you'll be infected with her evil essence of some sort.



Then the last thing she could think of was pointing the gun at her head and four words " Don't do it cornball" forever rotating in her head as if the person was trying to summon her- tell her not to do the thing she was about to do. The next few hours were cleaning out the blood that stained her eyes, ears, nose and her mouth that kept bringing up the blood.

Something is quite odd, Liz thought. And I'm going to find out.

The indication that lunch had begun rang loudly like a foghorn. Liz was the last one to stumble out of the room. Max immediately grabbed Tess's hand and walked into the quad, laughing along Maria and Isabel.

A single blood tear escaped her left eyelid; too fast for Liz to register this- she was already in pain.
Little did Liz notice three men and Sarah Walker walk closely behind her.



I will die for you
I will die for you

I've been dying just to feel you by my side
To know that you're mine

I will cry for you
I will cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears. And drown your fear


I will pray for you
I will pray for you
I will sell my soul for something pure and true.
Someone like you



See your face every place that I'm walking
Hear your voice every time that I'm talking

You won't believe in me
And I will never be this mort

I will burn for you
Fell pain for you
I will twist and knife my and bleed my aching heart
And tear it apart
I will lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I will crawl on hands and kneels until you see
You're just like me
Violate all the love that I'm missing
Throw all the pain that I'm living

You won't believe in me
And I can never be this mort

I will die for you
I will kill for you
I will steal for you
I do time for you
I will wait for you
I'd make for you
I'll sell ships for you
To be close to you
To be part of you
Cause I believe in you

I believe in you
I will die for you

#1 Crush Garbage


I see her in my dreams
Hear her in the streets
See her face in every mirror I look
An't it sweet, Lonnie would say.
Zan likes to taste a human bitch
Why don't you fuck her now then focus on ya destiny.
Zan couldn't figure out how his sister compared to her slut and tramp ways could have noticed?

Then for a while she faded, like an old dishrag.
Then babe made another appearance that night.
He could see her in his eyes, while he sub consciously focused on shielding himself from da truck.
She was pointing da pistol to her face.
He was used to da images that captivated dis mind.
However he couldn't let this babe ruin her life.

Suddenly without waring Zan's foreign side, his dark side dat he had try da hide from ya all around him woke up from his slumber. The unknown focused on the stricken image and somehow his mind was travelling past all da chaos and bright lights of his crib to da place she was trying to kill herself.

Zan wished he did not remember dis moment of da time.
Then he wouldn't have her human yet indistinguishable feelings taking over his soul- slowly drowning him in total isolation and depression and deep sorrow for this Serena person.

He didn't want dis white silk angel to wallow in thoughts sprung by jerks, sluts, and arseholes.
Zan had this sudden primal urge to tell her not to do dis thing. Tell his angel dream girl that he could treat her like a Queen.

With out waring their eyes locked. He milk chocolate eyes like hot wax engraved on his body. Her pout lips wide open in shock. Then this spiritual moment with his dream honey faded.
Then he ended here...

No lights in a small dark room. Except for a dim glow bulb that loosely dangled from da ceiling.

And yet one question formed in his mind
One that he wouldn't of expected in the situation he was in.

Is she real?

posted on 7-Oct-2002 8:06:40 AM
Liz rolled onto her side, clutching her sides together. The bed creaked with protest. No matter what she tried the memories wouldn't fade.

"You must help me fall out of love with you,"

"I may love you Max, but I won't die for you,"

"Liz what's wrong with you? If you don't tell me the truth its over between us as friends"
"Looks like you don't know me that well, Maria"


"I know it's hard. You will get through. I am here for you,"
"Thanks Serena"


"I can't believe they're gone,"

Liz could still taste the acid in her mouth when she had to lie to her friends but she had to.
So she could save the world from being taken over.


Memories - Back to before

It was hot and even hotter inside the Crashdown Cafe. In Roswell New Mexico bizarre heat wave. Metal fans surrounded the diner. They were all running at full speed but that wouldn't stop Liz and Maria sweating like roasted pigs on fire.

"Liz did you sleep with Kyle or not," Maria's voice seemed so far away to Liz as a deep cloud covered her mind.

"Flight 546 to Miami at Gate 56 last call..."

"We will be back honey,"

"I love you mom,"

Liz focused so hard on the memory that her veins began to show up, pulsating on her head.
It was the last time she ever saw her parents.
She still recalled when sheriff Valenti Called and delivered the news. She still remembered the raw pain that was ripped out of her heart. When she came to the realization that her parents died in a plane crash.
Liz couldn't take this - she wanted to cry out but she couldn't. She didn't want everyone to know how weak and pathetic she was to come to terms with death. She already faced Nasdeo, the special unit and Future Max. So she could handle this. Even if it tears her up inside to not tell her best friend Maria how lost she was feeling.


"Liz?" Maria waved her hands in front of Liz blank expression. " Were done closing up so I will get the ice cream. Tell Aunty Maria about your Problems starting with Max totally hating you because of the Kyle Fiasco which I know isn't true." Maria babbled on for the next few minutes on how Liz was faking the sex ploy to push Max to his destiny.
Liz stomped to her bedroom in frustration.
Did Future Max think this was easy?
Did he think that she could shut down and automatically past Max would jump Tess's bones?

That last thought Liz regretted. She was getting mental images of them together.
She hugged her stomach and flopped onto her would be mattress but she missed it by five centimetres. She hid the wooden floor with a hard thud.
"Chicha are you alright?" Maria sang from the kitchen.
Liz managed to reply with a rasped yes with grasping a necklace from under her bed. Liz came out from under the bed, sat up and rubbed the pendent between her fingers. She remembered how she received this from a street Kid with dreadlocks at the 1994 crash festival when she was ten.

Liz gasped as she traced the amethyst pendent in her hand. The swirls of magenta a pale purple swirled into endless circles with the same orb symbol engraved on each side of the prism surface.
Symbol...
Suddenly the unexpected happened.
A rich purple light shot out like a laser out of her head an onto her wall.
Five balls of fire rotated around her head in slow motion before rearranged itself into a V shape. Liz knew she should be sacred but apart of her wasn't. It was like she knew what was happening.

The one in the middle of the V shape glowed with such intensity Liz thought her eyes sockets could dry eyes from the constant rays of excruciating heat evaporated within her.
"Liz?" Maria footsteps became louder with each second that when she entered the room. The light had already disappeared.
Liz sat there shocked of what happened. The pendent rested now outside her uniform just above her chest.
"Tell me the truth,"
Liz thought of what happened before with the strange light and what Future Max warned her about the end of the world.
I can't tell her. No matter how much I want to tell her I don't to put her in danger. I don't want to be responsible for her death just like I was responsible for Michael and Isabel's.
"Kyle left his handcuff's here," Her voiced wavered as she stood up to face Maria's stern expression.
"What?"
"I said Kyle left the Handcuff's here when we did it. You know how adventures he is," Her voice grew with confidence with each passing second
I must protect Maria and everyone I care deeply for even if it kills me inside. Liz heard her heart broke in two again as Maria slapped her hand hard on the face. Her left cheek stung as a red handprint remained on Liz's shocked face.


"Liz what's wrong with you? If you don't tell me the truth its over between us as friends,"
WE must stop the end of the world; future max words hovered in her troubled mind.
"Looks like you don't know me that well, Maria"


*****************************


posted on 7-Oct-2002 8:08:32 AM

In the time it took to get from New York to Roswell New Mexico's Eagle rock base, which had some heavy-duty overhaul because of May 1999. Zan had been whipped, shocked, sliced, prodded and interrogated about his unknown origin.

In all the chaos and mass destruction Zan remained quiet and quickly healed his wounds with a snap of his fingers. He seemed to be in control of the situation.


But he wasn't.

Every six hours the men in black would haul into in what they Called ' The Boiler room' it’s a small coffin, where you breathe in steam and endure cobras nibbling at your flesh. In out of all the " experiments" Zan Hated and fear that one the most.

The pan Zan experienced every six hours left him feel like a mouse who was trapped in an endless maze of turmoil.

It was dark in Zan's cell as the guards kept watch outside. He knew this from personal experience cause he was left in the boiler room for twelves, which would want to make anyone puke.

Zan was beginning to rethink the whole situation that maybe he should have listened to Rath earlier.

Too late now, Zan scratched his neck.

All his piercing was removed when he was knocked out.
Maybe it was when he was almost friggin killed, Zan was going to make them pay for taking his stuff.

The lights were switched on and almost seared Zan's haunted amber eyes.
"Dis not time man," he stretched his palm forward on instinct- forgetting the fact that his powers were drained eight hours ago.

The middle aged female stood there with three bodyguards as protection from him.
"Welcome to Eagle rock Base Zan," She lifted her hands in a superior matter. " My name is Janet Pearce. I am replacing the Late Daniel Pearce, my brother." Janet smiled and tucked a loose lock of hair behind her pale face.
"You are going to be playing a key role in our new program Called " Reef,"

Zan crossed his strong arms over his bare tattooed chest in a defence matter.
"Dis doesn't suit Da man," Zan lend his back against the wall, creating space between him and Janet.

She laughed like a hyena, her mouth open so wide Zan could see Janet's last night breakfast.

"Oh you like this one. It our new program where we see how a human female and alien male react to a formula which induce mating for an animal," Janet checks her watch.

"Sarah Walker would be collecting the subject when the time is right by then you have all the information you need to complete this task."

"Your telling me I am involved in you mapping out how we work well in the sack. From most of the woman I fucked I an't half bad," Zan chuckled.

"Your a virgin Zan. We have already checked that out. Now you better co-operate or your so-Called friends will be dead. Including the frail pink lady,"

Zan's only friend Ava and his sister Lonnie and also his pain in the arse friend Rath dead?
No, It ain't gonna happen. Even though they tried to kill me.

"By your silence I guess you accept this experiment. The girl won't mind. From most of the nurses who undressed you complimented on your large lets say package?" Janet left the room, leaving the guards to inject him with the unknown blue formula, which left Zan, paralysed.

Dis ain't good, Zan collapsed onto the hard cold floor.



Liz's Aunt third corridor seemed dull with the out dated wallpaper. Some of her cousins had already begun to rip some layers off. Liz walked to her sister's room with the letters 'Serena' in bold letters and a picture of her next to the name.

Liz touched the sliver doorknob; it was cold under her palm. She turned ti to her right and pushed forward.

Serena was in the middle of the room sitting on a wooden stool while her doctor had some flash cards, showing Serena the blank side in front and the number or picture at the back. Her jagged short burgundy hair and her sapphire eyes were focused on the blank card. She held out her small hands and made a sign which meant " Tree,"
The doctor smiled and gave her a red plastic circle and shows her the next blank card.
Serena again made a gesture, which is roughly translated as the word "Re-incarnation,"
This amazed the young female specialist and pushed the flash cards to one side.
The doctor spoke very slowly to Serena and used her hands as well.
* Let's try something else* the doctor said and Serena nodded but seemed confused.


Liz watched on, eagerly waiting for some progress from her younger sister. Liz smiled when she realized her sister had dyed her hair from her normal colour brown to burgundy.
It looks quite odd, Liz thought but shrugged Serena has done far weirder things in the past.

"Apple," the doctor said, her strawberry blond curls framed her puzzled face,
Serena clenched her fists together; she seemed frightened and yet frustrated, her face was flushed from anger, the doctor trembled and gulped in what might happen.
Serna opened her mouth but the word apple didn't escape her lips. Instead an inhuman screech filled the streets. The doctor fell off Serena's king size bed with a hard thud, her hands over her ears.
Serena pounded his fist together and tried pulled at her hair while she whirled in endless circles, screeching until her lungs explode.

Liz quickly rushed into the room, pulled the frightened doctor aside and grabbed a purple marker,
Okay Liz, what to draw? What to draw?

With out wasting another moment Liz drew some symbols she remembered from the cave she and Max found. Also where River dog gave them the stones.

She held the blank flash card out and waited for Serena to stop tearing up the place.
Serena slowly turned around, her face twisted in a hideous expression but then soften as she began transfixed by the card.
She made a gesture with her hands and drew three crosses on the black board next to the bed. The sound of chalk striking the surface filled the room.
*What is it Liz* Serena asked, a goofy grin on her face.

Liz sighed. The ordeal had passed unlike last time.

Liz smiled and placed the card into Serena greedy hands " Keep it," Liz whispered but Serena didn't need to know what Liz had said. She some how already knew.

The doctor and Liz closed the door behind them, leaving them alone in the hallway.

"The the board di didn't tell me this," The new doctor was in hysterics. The ones before her never stood in Serena door.
"Shhh," Liz said. " She just doesn't want to speak I guess,"
"Uh she has ESP and that's usual for a fourteen year old who lost their hearing at seven?"
"She always had ESP but ever since that pipe boom.... it hasn't been the same," Liz remembered that day. That's when everything started going wrong.

"My name is Mary Allure. I'm twenty-seven years old. I haven't seen a teenager so out of control-"
Liz pushed Mary against the wall in sudden anger," She is not out of control. She is just frightened of you. Give it time,"
"Her parents don't fund this treatment anymore. It expired two weeks ago," Mary stated.
Tears coated Liz's cheeks when Mary mentioned her parents. Knives slashed through her heart.
"I was at my parent funeral today. How can you say that? I am looking after my sister Serena. How much does the bill cost?"
Mary stood there- still pushed against the wall sighed. " Serena's case is unheard of for a girl at her age. It is going to cost you twelve thousand a month which is three thousand a week."
Liz released Mary from her firm grip.
She bowed her head in confusion.
I don't have any strength anymore; Liz's stood there looking at the doctor for a few seconds.
"Just give me the address," Liz said.

Mean while in Serena's room Serena had worked out successfully what the symbols represented and drew out an explanation for her sister Liz to give to her when she visit next month.
My sister is going to be so proud of me, Serena grinned.

posted on 7-Oct-2002 8:11:33 AM
*********************
Beams of hot sunshine seeped through Liz's window. The warm rays of light tickled her leg, which was hanging out of her bed. She turned onto her side making the sheets ruffle with sudden movement. Her long cocoa-coloured hair covered half of her face. She looked like an angel: a drunken angel. Liz opened her eyes enough to vaguely make out the outline of the clock, flashing its neon-red numbers.
7:30am…
With a grumble she eased her white cotton sheets to the floor, hating the fact that she had to go to school, and also the fact that Serena's bill was overdue.
I'm seventeen, God damn it; I can't take anymore of this, thought Liz. She looked into the mirror.
I look like a tornado's whipped through me…
She walked into her bathroom.
She slid off her sapphire Japanese pyjamas and turned the water on to have a shower. The warm water whooshed down to the shower's tiled floor like a thousand tiny needles. White mist engulfed the room. She hopped in, letting the warm sensation awaken her body.

Don't do it cornball...

We have to do this or everyone dies

We were married at nineteen in a Las Vegas Elvis Chapel. You looked so beautiful.


Did you sleep with Kyle or not?

Apple

I love you Mom

It was you

I may love you but I won't die for you...

"Stop! PLEASE!" Liz pleaded to herself but the voices still came in full force.

The voices trapped Liz in her mind she was oblivious to everything. Even when Liz's front door was being forced open with a loud bang. The sound of footsteps could be heard easily from Liz's room. However Liz was too distracted from the voices to notice that intruders were in the house. Sarah walker smiled to herself while the group of men looked around the house.

No one will suspect anything. Sarah placed the envelop to Liz's friend Maria. Explaining she will be away for three months on an exchange to Australia and will call soon.
Sarah also wrote that she was sorry about before so Maria would be fooled into thinking it was really Liz. No one knew that they had been watching the whole group the whole time. After all they are still on the list that Daniel Pearce address to the special unit. There are at least five hundred companies working for the special unit in all states.
"It's time," she silently spoke to the group of armed men. " Go,"


****************************

It's amazing what a man can do when a thirty-year-old female fancies your package,
Zan smiled at Janet Pearce.
"No that won't work either, Zan" However Janet's cheek's flushed. What kind of stories did she hear? Zan cringed. He is only going to flirt with this frustrated human to get out and worn the others. But that's as far as Da man would stoop.

The dream girl, Zan thought. She looked familiar but from where...


Suddenly the memory of where he met his dream girl flooded back.


"Spaceman I always to go to Space land. Space man I always wanted to go to Space land."
Shouted the mob of Alien believers at the 1994 annual Crash festival.
However eleven-year-old Zan had other issues to deal with. Nicholas and the band of skins were after him again.
The desert air was cooler than normal as people eagerly waited for the plastic spaceship model to crash and burn.
Blue
Green
Red
Black
Orange
The colours of what people wore blurred together as Zan prepared to use his powers.
As Zan closed his eyes a girl crying loudly bumped into him- stopping him using his powers.
"Ah shucks," he muttered, rubbing his fours square tattoo on his left arm.
"So-rry," sobbed the girl.
"Oh my bad-" Zan was suddenly awestruck on how beautiful the girl was. Her long brown hair was braided and also wore silver antennas that bobbled on her head. Her doe eyes sending chills down his spine. However they weren't the frightened kind of chills.

Zan looked left and right- no sign of skins. He took her hand gingerly and softly asked
"Are you lost?"
She nodded and he blushed.
"I.. am Liz Parker . My birthday is tomorrow- turning eleven and ah-" She sniffled which Zan found amusing.
"The name is Zan babe,"
Liz giggled which sent Zan's heart pumping. " Come on," he tugged her closer to him and they weaved through the crowd that was too busy watching the spaceship on fire.
One eye was focused on Liz and the other was on the crowd - on Nicholas.

They just walked for a while and each step they inched closer to each other.

They passed the house of mirrors and Liz halted, pulled Zan to her side.
"What?" Zan asked but then looked in the mirror.
A mirror image of them holding hands stared back at them. They looked odd compared to her cleanness and his filthiness. Her long brown hair and his short black dreadlocks and an eyebrow ring. But somehow he smiled warmly at the image and turned her to him.
He cupped her face and focused on making a connection.
The warm liquid feeling passed thought their bodies, Liz giggled and he smiled.
He just wanted her to keep her smiling and so he made the connection again and again -Each time slowly linking their minds together.
He opened his eyes and looked at her beauty carefree face and kissed her on the cheek.
She blushed and then gasped.
"My parents," she pointed at the blue bus where her parents were waiting anxiously.
Before she dashed off Zan pulled her to him again and kissed her on instinct. She tasted like strawberries, Zan thought to himself. When he pulled back he placed a pendent with an amethyst crystal around her neck.
"Keep this- an early present from Da man," She smiled for the millionth time and whispered " thankyou" and Zan watched Liz rushed back to her parents, leaving him to find a way to escape from the Skins.



"Oh shit," Zan said silently as the guards strapped him to the metal chair for the second time. Zan began to understand what he'd done when he was eleven, which was the reason behind his connection to Liz parker.

posted on 7-Oct-2002 8:13:35 AM
Part two



I just want to feel safe in my own skin
I just want to feel happy again



I just want to feel deep in my own world
But I'm so lonely I don't even want to be with myself anymore
On a different day if I was safe in my own skin
Then I wouldn't feel lost and so frightened
But this is today and I'm lost in my own skin
And I'm so lonely I don't even want to be with myself anymore
I just want to feel safe in my own skin
I just want to be happy again.



And I'm so lonely I don't even want to be with myself anymore
And I'm so lonely I don't even want to be with myself anymore


I just want to feel safe in my own skin
I just want to be happy again.


Honestly ok- Dido no Angel


Why didn't I think of this before?
Why didn't I remember what I did?

When Zan made that connection he didn't only make her connected to him but as his mate forever. The only way to break the bond is for one of them to die.

Oh shit man

Shocked!

Zan tapped his fingers along his cell box- a caged animal.

For some reason he remembered a tabloid he read on a newspaper about people's experiences in those concentration cribs where the Jews were stashed.

Cold air rose from our dry mouths while we lay among cold dead bodies in our cold dark prison.
The sound of wood being gnawed at by long bony fingernails filled the awkward silence of defeat.
Except for the shriek of terror of being burned alive in the chambers every Sunday morning.
There is a hell
But not down there
But here
And I fear that I would be joining my comrades soon in the chamber of fire.
Help us...


It's ironic how we never think it ain't gonna happen until it hits us in da face.

The door creaked open. Janet walked inside with a smile on her ashen face.
"It's show time,"
The guards dropped the stranger onto the tiled floor next to Zan.
"We'll just let you two get to know each other before we start the tests,"


Part Three

MEAN WHILE

Max's Bedroom- sunset

Don't try to reach me- I'm already dead
The pain when it grips me, for things that I've done

Well, I try to make you proud
But for crying out loud
Just give me a chance to hide away
Exhaustion takes over- will this someday be over?

Fearful, tears are running down
The pain, you've laid, don't speak a sound
Don't take my heart away from me
And they think I fell down

Daddy, don't you love me
Then why do you hit me?
And Momma don't you love me
Then why do you hurt me?
Well, I try to make you proud
Just give me a chance to hide away
Exhaustion takes over- will this someday be over?

A teardrop falls from up in the heavens
Drowning the sorrow of angels in high
For the least of the hopeless- the helpless
The loveless
My Jesus, his children, he holds in his arms
HE- Jars of clay



Have you ever gone for three weeks with out ice cream, just eating fat free products- no taste what so ever?
But tonight Max was slurping his creamy strawberry ice cream with red-hot sauce in his dark dull room.
The blissful Cream coating your taste buds in endless tingles of delight
The rich cold liquids sliding slowly down your warm throat
The cold metal of the spoon resting on your tongue
That's pure paradise if you asked anyone.
Except Max...
When he put the spoon in his mouth- the cream oozed into the deep creases of his tongue, scorching and repulsing his throat while his stomach churned with acid.

Oh man, Max thought. I can't even eat ice cream without feeling sick.
The loud tapping jolted Max out of his trance. He put the ice cream down and walks to his window.
"No Michael, not now not ever," he stated loudly as he drew back the morbid curtains.
Instead of Ominous Michael stood a hysterical Maria; Mascara tears encrusted her foundation face.
"Can I..." Maria gulped.
"Sure," Max stood back and allowed Maria to stumble threw and almost landed on the floor. If it wasn't for Max's chair that stopped her fall.
Maria forced a crinkled piece of paper to Max's left hand.
"Rea-d," Maria sat on Max's worn leather seat.



Dear Maria,
I am sorry about last night. That fight was so stupid and I forgive you... even for slapping my face. I know I haven't told everyone this but I am going on an exchange to Australia- Gold coast. I am staying with a family away from any aliens and my worried parents.
Apparently they have a great barrier of reef? Got to check that out!
Okay now I am sounding like a dork... but I can't wait - sunshine! Sandy beach!
Well I got to go if I'm going to catch my flight.
Love Liz
Ps. I will Call later or email you- mine is DaOrb_1947⊕yahoo.com
Corny isn't?
Bye

"Maria what's so..."
"This isn't her Max,"
"Well email her," Max said, he couldn't deal without having his heart bleed with sorrow of Liz's betrayal.
"Max, I think we should have a meeting- I Called everyone else, they'll be here in ten min-,"
"Even Kyle," Max's voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. Even the mention of his name brought more pain- a thousand daggers in his back each time he saw Kyle with a grin on his face.
"Yes," Maria knew how much Liz having sex with Kyle crushed him.
"Fine but this is a waste of time," Max towered over Maria, his arms crossed.
"When it concerns Liz it is not wasting our time," Maria shot back


PART FOUR

Cynical, just your way
You play the doubting Thomas
Feel the scars and wipe the stains

So you fight, and retreat
And talk yourself out of believing
In any peace that you can't see


Blind words you Call
Blind words will fall

You're logical, you can't find
Any reason to Believe in love, you are blind

Crucify, and deny parse the blame and burn
The mission
Till dust remains and wash your hands



Blind words you Call
Blind words will fall

BLIND- Jars of Clay




Floating- that's what it felt like- her body was in the air and yet she felt heavy as a stone at the bottom of the ocean.
Liz couldn't describe it- she couldn't even think straight. Her mind was rotating in circles-drunk and a very bad headache is one way to describe it what Liz felt like right now.

Liz cringed and regretted opening her eyes- White heat shot like laser beams and seared her eyes.
Too bright, She whispered.
As if someone answered her Call a large tattooed hand clasped warmly on her eyes and began rubbing her eyes with their index finger and thumb.
"Yo, chill- don't want to waste your energy- we wouldn't want dat," The deep voice echoed in her chaotic mind.
"Mmgh" Her tongue seemed to be glued to the roof of her mouth.
She slowly opened her eyes for the second time.
Colours swirled and fuzzily edge the exterior of what seems to be a male around her age.
Her vision cleared.
Her stomach jumped " Ma-"
"No Sweet cheeks I'm his dupe Zan Da man- know what I'm saying?" Zan scratched his head.
"What?" This couldn't be possible- this couldn't be?
"Ah let me give you a run down Liz when we crashed- there were eight of us one in Roswell and in New York- hence me looking like some poof from tinkle town,"
"Hey- he is not a poof and second of all how did you know my name?" Liz said. Who ever this guy is he isn't polite but rude and ignorant.
Zan stared at her, like a panther he paced around the room and tugged her to stand.
She stood frozen still....
"I'm da guy that-" He touched her purple pendant " gave you this Liz,"
Oh my.... Liz thought. He was the boy that found her at the Crashdown festival? What was he doing in Roswell?
"What? How? Why am I here?" Liz finally noticed the four concrete walls that surrounded the two.
"Do you hafta know babe?"
"The names Liz and yes - after all I was dragged from my house,"
Zan brooding figure, they way he sounded and walked reminded her so much of Max and yet very foreign.

"This is Eagle rock-,” Zan began.
"An I'm your host Janet Pearce- Daniel's Brother,"
Liz and Zan whirled around to find a middle-age woman in a suit, smiling at them like they were her next noble prizes.
Zan walked in front of Liz -as a shield to protect her from Janet. She was half pleased and half annoyed.
Her head buzzed, floated drunk around in her mind but she still heard those few words.
"Welcome to project Reef,"

posted on 7-Oct-2002 8:15:32 AM
***************

Part two- continued

"Come this way," Janet guided them through the hallway, alongside six guards with machine guns strapped across their chest. Janet opened the third to last door and Liz walked through and nearly laughed.
She was in a Kitchen with a wide bench, two bar stools and a milkshake machine.
"Yo, You have been watching too much Big Brother Jan," Zan said.
"Actually this house is almost accurate to the 1st big brother house in Australia." Janet replied with enthusiasm.
"Almost?" Liz squeaked
"We changed a few things," Janet pointed to the large Olympic sized Lounge with Five-foot mirrors as walls.
She led them to one of the doors and instructed one of the guards to open the door.
"Whoa," Liz said out loud.
Zan smirked " Cornball,"
Two wardrobes carved out of rare teak stood firmly in the left and right corner of the room. The walls were painted brick red. On the furry white carpet was a long thick bear rug in front of the four poster King sized bed. Complete with a white feather-down quilt and red satin sheets. The wall facing the bed was covered in one-centimetre red glass chips.
"This will be your room for the next couple of days. Zan your belongings will be returned to you. Both your tastes in clothes are in the wardrobes. Dinner will be served at seven,"
"What's the catch?" Liz asked. No FBI agent will be treating an alien and a human this good.
"You will obey our commands or your loved ones won't be spared." Janet turned to Liz," Even Serena will be killed,"
Liz gasped," How did you-"
"We know a lot of things," Janet replied with a devilish grin.

*************
Meanwhile at the Evans House

"I don't know Maria it sounds a lot like Liz," Isabel said in full Ice Queen mode.
"Then you don't Liz that well or didn't even try to considering your sticking your tongue down half of the guys at West Roswell High," Maria shot back- her olive eyes that once portrayed a Calm lake was change into a freak storm in the middle of the pacific ocean.
"Maria that was a bit harsh," Alex sat on the Evans couch. Luckily, Mr and Mrs Evans were out in conference at Santa Fe for two weeks or they'll have a lot of explaining to do.
"Sorry," But it didn't sound like a proper apology from Maria but Isabel quickly accepted it when Max entered along with a confused yet smug Tess Harding.
"Looks like everyone is here," Max, said.
"Except Kyle," Tess sat next to Alex and pulled out a Mars bar and began to chew on the chocolate happily.
"He is shutting the Crashdown- looking in Liz's room to find some stuff about her whereabouts,"
"Which is Aust-," Isabel began.
"Izzy- it might not hurt and Kyle won't be stupid he is with Buddha," Alex said.
"I missed a hockey game for this?" Michael said with his arms crossed.
"And you Call yourself a boyfriend," Maria seethed.
The front door was shoved open; the wall was left with a deep dent.
Kyle stormed through, his face grim.
"Liz has been keeping a lot of secrets from us," Kyle dropped a box filled with papers, documents and photos on the coffee table.

He picked up a photo of Liz and a girl with jagged short burgundy hair and blue eyes.
Kyle used his index finger to point at the fourteen year old.
"This is Serena and she is Liz's sister,"
The whole room went silent. All pairs of six eyes were glued to Serena smiling face.
Kyle placed the photo on the table. He pulled out a sheet of paper with the logo - Angel's wings Hospital Florida on the front.

"Her bill for Serena treatment is overdue- she owns them three grand," Kyle explained " Serena has an unknown illness. She lost her hearing due to a pipe boom exploding in the girl's bathroom at the age of seven. This damages her linguistic side of her brain and lost the ability to speak. Now at fourteen with her fifteenth birthday just two days ago has developed a gift of ESP and works well with symbols- I can't really explain but the treatment cost three grand a week and a sum of twelve grand a month,"
"How come didn't she tell me this I'm her best friend, I-"
"Maria do you think you can explain this to a best friend when your older sister Rosa died due to an overdose when she was eleven-" Alex was trying to Calm Maria down.
"Also her parents died a few weeks ago in a plane crash," Kyle added holding up the death certificate.
All six heads whipped around to Kyle.
"Looks like this meeting was worth it," A pale Max stated with all authority that a king should have bestowed on him.

posted on 7-Oct-2002 8:16:56 AM
Part three A

Janet sat crossed legged on her office chair, watching a wall of camera, surveillance systems of the house. The middle five centre metre television showed an image of Zan with his belongs returned, smiling as Liz inspected the wardrobe.
She pressed her intercom.
"How long until the drug kicks in and were in business?" Janet asked.
"Half an Hour," The voice croaked through the intercom.
"Good and make some pop-corn will ya? In half an hour project reef will commence," She tapped the screen with her pink fingernails.
"Show time," She smiled at the screen with Liz ushering Zan out of the room so she can get changed. " This is gonna be good,"






******************

Part three B

Liz perched on her black barstool while Zan took a shower.
She sub-consciously rubbed her pendent, tracing her mind back to the crash festival.
What was he doing there In Roswell?
"This is BIG BROTHER," An odd deep female voice hissed.
"Copy cat," Liz shouted to the walls. Geez- Louise these people watch too much Big Brother, Liz thought.
"You seem bored Honey? We will put some music on. How bout 'I see you baby' -By GROOVE ARMADA Featuring GRAM'MA FUNK from the Hottest 100 no. 8- Triple J CD" The breathy voice giggled.
"What's Triple J?" Liz blankly asked.
"Shut up and listen! And while ya at it make some lunch you haven't being doing anything for the past three hours," The intercom voice whined.
"I just got ére,"
What do these people want? Do they want her and Zan to do some cheap porn movie? Or they ran out of ideas to interrogating people and decided to treat them like Gods in a house prison.
Liz growled in frustration.

There was a ghastly silence.
For about two seconds.
Then the music was switched on.

I see you baby
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse

Liz crossed her arms. She wouldn't give in to their stupid request. Nevertheless Liz's left foot began to tap to the beat, her hands on her hips.

I see you baby
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse
All right don't touch me

I see you baby
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse

I see you baby
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse
All right don't touch me

Liz swayed her head left and right. Her hips started to rotate as well her feet began moving to the beat.

I can't believe I'm doing this, Liz whispered.

I see you baby
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse

I see you baby
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse
All right don't touch me


I see you baby

I see you baby
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse



I see you baby
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse
All right don't touch me


I see you baby



Don't touch me
Don't touch me
Don't touch me

I see you baby
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse


I see you baby
Shaking that arse


I see you baby
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse

I see you baby
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse

I see you baby
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse
Shaking that arse
All right don't touch me

I see you baby...


posted on 8-Oct-2002 2:41:41 AM
Liz skipped to the fast beat, hurling her purple tee off and tossing it to the plastic pot plant. For some reason it was fifty degrees hotter than it was half an hour ago. Or maybe it was all from that dancing around the kitchen that made her to sweat everywhere.

The music burned Liz to the core. She touched her brow an almost scolded her finger! She was burning up, a few blisters started to form.
Resembling an experienced belly dancer she floated around the kitchen. Screaming at the top of her lungs, " shaking that arse". After all there was no one here to see her as a complete loon.
I deserve to be stupid for once. After all I survived the death of Rosa and my parents. Also surviving future Max. Liz coached herself.

So it was her turn to be stupid for once.
Liz slowly turned her head to the cabinet. She watched the kettle turned to a pile of ash as the cabinet melted into the wall as if it wasn't there to begin with. The refrigerator opened itself up and all the vegetables formed a big circle around Liz and swirled until all you could see was a big blur.

Make love to Zan... the refrigerator squeaked.
Make him beg for more, the walls cried.
Kiss him- touch him- Taste him. Liz whirled around in circles. Clutching her head, her headache pulsed with soreness.
Fuck him until you die, The plastic pot plant screamed with utter madness.

What the Fuck.. Liz thought. Her head was being knocked by a jackhammer. She clutched her head together, pressed until her head could break open. The walls seemed to be melting into each other. Slowly swallowing Liz whole by its evil voices, guiding her to give herself to Zan.

Then it stopped. The refrigerator closed, the vegetables piled into their draws. The cabinet resurfaced and the kettle reconstructed it self. The voices ceased.
Liz trembled and struggled to get up on her two legs.

It seemed something weird had just taken place. But only in Liz's mind. The drugs were starting to kick in like venom. Liz walked to the refrigerator and waited for it to speak. It didn't utter a single word after ten minutes so Liz opened the freezer hatch and pulled out the strawberry ice cream.
.
Meanwhile Zan was standing at the entrance of the living room with "tented" white silk boxes. Trying to control his desire to thrust Liz against the refrigerator and devour her until she was so exhausted she fainted to the floor. He was also trying to block out the voices in his mind.

_________

Janet Smiled at Zan, on the floor and Liz, eating strawberry ice cream looking around the room for any abnormal effects.
Janet's eyes gleamed with self-satisfaction, as Zan propped against the wall clenching his head and crotch as some how to stop the pain he was experiencing. Two milliseconds later Liz suddenly dropped her ice cream bowl, it shattered into tiny pine needles. Liz clutched her stomach and wailed in pain and broke out in stinking sweat.

"It's about time the drugs kicked in," Janet chuckled while greedily stuffing herself with buttered popcorn.

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PART Four

"So where does Serena live now? Santa Fe asylum?" Isabel arrogantly asked.
"Aunt Laura in Florida, a beach house," Kyle read off the Angel's wings hospital bill.
"Maybe she has some answers to Liz's whereabouts?" Maria hiccuped twice, showing how distraught she really was. Michael being himself wrapped his arms around her, kissed her blonde curls.
"From what we know Serna could be a complete nut case?" Michael said to the group.
"I could go to Florida," Kyle suggested.
"No, your not some I can trust," Max confessed.
Kyle backed away slowly and raised his hands.
"I don't like you either Maxi," Kyle shot back, going head to head against Max.
"Stop," Tess slid her arm to Max's left shoulder. " Max If you think we should go to Florida and see this Serena girl then we'll go but if you don't we will all drop it," Tess glared at the three humans. Her unruly curls created a veil around her immorality eyes.
Max walked to the bay window. Sighed, a heavy weight on his shoulders. He looked to the stars in silence.
An image of him and Liz together, kissing under the stars
An image of Liz and Kyle in bed together
Liz laughing
"I won't die for you,"
"I want to date normal guys,"
These metaphors flashed through his mind. Each one a knife sliced through Max's soul.
Max looked at Alex, Maria and Kyle.
"No," Max bluntly said.
Tess and Isabel smiled. Michael had mixed feelings about the whole situation. The three humans were poignant.
A small disagreement created a small rift between them. And the gap was growing wider.
______________________


posted on 8-Oct-2002 2:42:46 AM
PART FIVE

Her brain felt nauseous. Her eyes had bags underneath, enough for a two-week holiday. Liz couldn't sleep even though her body failed to react to anything. She felt heavy, very hot and most of all wet but not the kind of wet you get from water splashing in your face or a bath, not even a shower. No, this kind of wet came from inside her.
It was clear with a sheer of lime powdery clumps. This moisture was the type that comes in drips and drabs but if it stains, it will never come off and neither would the odour. Which in fact smelt like the south East Asia rain forest.
The cold liquid of a milky coffee coated Liz's dry tongue. She had to stay awake and not fall asleep. Or else something weird would happen like the bed would turn into quick sand and the wardrobe would explain the importance of brushing your teeth night and day.
Maybe Liz was going insane. Her parent's death and being kidnapped by an alien, the stress of keeping Future Max a secret was making Liz see things? Or maybe she has the gene for schizophrenia?
People with schizophrenia usually experience two types of symptoms.
"Positive" symptoms
· Hallucinations
· Delusions
· Disorganised thinking
· Agitation.
Hallucinations are disturbances of perception common in people suffering from schizophrenia. They are perceptions that occur without cause in the real world. Although they can occur in any sensory form (sound, sight, touch, taste and smell), hearing voices is the most common type of hallucination in schizophrenia. The voices may describe the patient's activities, carry on a conversation, warn of dangers, or even issue orders. Delusions are irrational personal beliefs held despite contradictory evidence, unexplained by the person's cultural background. Patients suffering from paranoid-type symptoms (about one third of patients) often have delusions of persecution, or irrational beliefs that they are being cheated, harassed, poisoned, or conspired against. Delusions of grandeur may also occur, in which the person believes he or she is a famous or important figure. Some patients report bizarre delusions, such as believing that a neighbour is controlling their behaviour with magnetic waves; that people on television are directing special messages to them; or that their thoughts are being broadcast aloud to others.
Disordered thinking: Schizophrenia often affects a person's ability to "think straight." Thoughts may come and go rapidly; the person may not be able to concentrate on one thought for very long and may be easily distracted, unable to focus attention. People with schizophrenia may not be able to decide what is relevant and what is not relevant to a situation. They may be unable to connect thoughts into logical sequences, their thoughts becoming disorganised and fragmented. This lack of logical continuity of thought, termed "thought disorder," can make conversation very difficult and may lead to social isolation. If people cannot make sense of what an individual is saying, they are likely to become uncomfortable and tend to leave that person alone.
There were lists of negative symptoms but nothing matched up to Liz's disturbance like Hallucinations and disordered thinking?

Liz's eyes fluttered shut but she snapped them right open, you could almost see the whole eyeball, shaped like an egg.
"Can't sleep?" Zan trudged to the kitchen refrigerator, waited a few seconds and opened. The glass jars clattered together. Zan must of experienced Delirium also to think the refrigerator was going to speak, Liz thought to herself and made her third cup of coffee. Usually by now Liz would be energetic, fired up and hyper active and start cleaning things. However this coffee made her even sleeper.
Must be a different type of blend, Liz yawned. Maybe she should ask for a stronger coffee, a different blend to give a hard kick. Not a small baby kick this coffee induced. Zan ripped the bottle cap off his beer; the capped popped and flew across the room.
Foam erupted and trickled down her tattooed hand.
"Have you seen anything queer Babe?" Zan whispered.
Liz couldn't understand why he was speaking so softly. It was only the two of them in the prison house. Unless....
They could hear everything we say
Oh shit Liz slapped her hand.
Zan pushed her to the nearest wall and pressed his firm body against hers. Liz face began to flush a red tomato.
The moisture dribbled down her legs. Her hips arched into his, two dark amber pools burned into hers. His gazed flicked to her Lips, then to her eyes. Zan kissed her cheek and Liz whimpered. The warmth of his lips against her cold skin, Liz heaved as her breasts went rock hard.
What the hell is happening? Liz panicked.
Zan breathed heavily through his nose. His "arousing member" was making it known against Liz's inner thigh.
Small love bites were decorated on her neck. Liz remained frozen still. He hushed into her ear.
"Were being watched Liz. Be careful what chà say. They gave us something earlier and it makes us want things," Zan began to suck her earlobe. Liz almost strangled his neck from wrapping her arms tighter to him.
Want things?
Liz travelled her gazed to his low-slung jeans. The snail trial of dark hair made her insides squirm.

When Liz was thirteen and her mom finally decided to give her advice on boys in " that" department. This is what her mother said.

Sex was like a bushfire
It only takes a small spark to start the fire. And once it roared, no one can stop it until the damage is done. There is a point in a bush fire of no return. There are morals and thoughts whipping through your head. Your mind says no but your body says yes. After a while the body wins. It is best to walk away and not be scarred.
Her mother added some lame humour into the" talk" and said " be on guard during bush fire season".
"Zan...... we need to stop.....table .... no .... no-" Liz mouth was covered by his hot lips, small sucking was applied.
Zan walked backwards, guiding her to the cold surface of the table.
Liz was placed on the table and her head throbbed in pain.
But that pain vanished when Zan gently spread her wide open. So far until Liz could almost felt her legs being snapped off. Zan slid on top on her and propped his elbows at the side of her shoulders. Liz was far-gone.
There was the spark....
______________


posted on 8-Oct-2002 2:44:12 AM
Zan rested on of his hands on her stomach and made eye contact with Liz. Liz faintly nodded. The fire was spreading fast and she had not water to put it out.
Zan's hands crept upwards to the swell of her left breast. His thumb hooked under her bra. Liz mouth was wide open. She gasped out loud which he used his lower body to create no fraction of space between them.
He used his thumb to slowly press into her lukewarm skin of her bosom. His thumb pushed upwards and watched the breast move forward. He removed the pressure and saw the breast wobble back into place. Zan could only see the dark colour of the purple tank top. However He felt the small goose bumps he produced.
With his right hand he tangled himself in her long soft thick hair. The aroma of sweet berries shoved his senses in havoc.
His left hand slowly started to fondle her breast. He twisted the red bolt until it was so hard it made Liz beg him to stop doing that.
His left hand, still under the tank top, reached for the strap to snap the garment loose.
She entwined her legs with his. His pushed his hips lower against hers, further.
He twisted her arms behind her and unlatches the strap he was looking for.
His goatee slowly tickling her chin and her lips sucked on his metal stud on his chin like a pacifier.

Liz began impatiently pushing his ripped shirt over his head. Zan didn't complain he just started ripped her top off using his teeth.

They both stilled, half naked on the table in the quiet house. Her aroused breasts pressed firmly against his rock solid chest.
Her lips were red, like ripe berries. So Zan tasted her lips like he would eat strawberries. He sucked her dry. His 'arousal' was rock hard, as if it was frozen on a slant. And Zan knew any moment he was going to cum.
The fire was at its peak. And neither one of them wanted it to be put out


________________________


Part six A

6pm- Alex's bedroom




"I can't believe Max is being such an asshole lately?" Maria sobbed, " We were the best of friends and now-" Maria bowed her head in defeat.
"I still think we should check it out," Kyle sternly said.
"Oh and say to Liz's Aunt ' Liz is missing and we reckon the F B I has taken her because she used to date an alien'-" Alex's voice was Calm, very Calm in a way that it would be in a matter of seconds before he would go insane.
"We are not them Alex," Kyle harshly stated," Maria, are you with me For Liz's sake? You know this isn't Liz," Kyle poked Maria's left shoulder.
Maria silently agreed," Okay but we betting do something fast before something happens,"
____________________________

posted on 8-Oct-2002 2:45:21 AM
Liz needed to stop what was happening, NOW.
"Are you feeling hungry for some fruit?" Liz struggled to speak at the same time as Zan was planting hot open-mouthed kisses around her stomach.
Using her free left arm (her right one seemed to have a mind on its own. A little universe inside Zan's boxes) she feebly picked up a bowl of strawberries, a bottle of whipped cream, Tabasco sauce and one litre of chocolate ice cream.
How did that get there? Liz wondered Oh well at least now I could stop this "problem"
Liz was about to wack Zan with the whipped cream when out of the blue he snatched it from her grasp.
Uh-Oh what Have I done? Liz mentally kicked herself.
Zan's lips were temporary sown into Liz's skin. With a deep muffled groan
"Are you hungry?" He pressed the whipped cream button and the slurp sound filled her eardrums. The cold cream was layered onto her skin and somehow her jeans had disappeared, her blue duck panties was all Liz could vaguely out line with out seeing Zan's equipment.
Like icing a cake Zan plopped all sixteen strawberries on top of the cream.
He drew back his hand, using only his index finger he dived into the cream and gathered a dap, licked it and smiled
"Dis tastes better when your da table," He huskily whispered. This time he used his pierced tongue to slowly suck the contents dry.
Her legs buckled, Liz groaned. She knew what was happening to her down there.
Zan must of read her thoughts and immediately slid his hand under her panties and rubbed her lower lips, slightly scratching the red soft wet walls. He slid his finger inside her, and then he bent it towards him, like a hook. Zan sucked her pout lips, his tongue lashing her throat as their tongues fought.
His finger that was inside her began to gently tug, bending his finger up and down.
The burning sensation inside Liz, she felt like she needed to pee.
"Zan oh Zan" Liz cooed. Her doe eyes latched open, her pupils dilated.
"ZANNNNNN," Liz screamed as she released her juices onto the table.
Zan kicked off his jeans and boxes, his erection almost at the brink of pain and frustration.
Liz felt his hands squeeze her soft bum cheeks, pulled her into him.
Stuff the bloody consequences- I deserve to have some fun?
And with that thought Zan entered hastily into her. A shrill cry of pain escaped her lips that were locked with Zan. But Zan pumped into her harder, they rocked harder, pushing each other and moulding their flesh into one. Liz scraped her fingernails down his back. He shoved her legs wider and clamped them firmly around his hard buttocks. Liz whimpered, smiling she clamped her legs around him harder and rode their orgasm again, and again.... and again. The table became wet with their juices that erupted from inside them. Zan was like a werewolf, drool down his chin, hungry for more taste of his prey. His seed spilled inside her frequently as their passion grew.
They were too wrapped up in each other to notice the camera, goggling at them making love on the table or Flashes from their distinctive childhood. Zan and Liz didn't even notice when his sperm and her egg fused together and created a baby girl.
_______________


posted on 8-Oct-2002 2:47:50 AM
Part six B

"Alex, get any luck with the tickets?" Maria dropped her suitcase in the boot.
Alex flashed three tickets in front of her face. " Am I the man or what?
"No Just Alex," Kyle got into the passenger side of Maria's red Jetta. When they were ready Maria gunned the engine, backed out of the drive way and onto highway 33 to Roswell's airport.
"So what are we going to do when we get there?" Kyle asked Alex and Maria.
"Talk to Serena about Liz,"
Close by, about ten minutes distance Michael sped along the freeway with his motorcycle, keeping a close eye on the Jetta and its occupants to make sure they don't expose him Tess, Max and Isabel.



posted on 8-Oct-2002 2:51:00 AM
_____________________________

Liz awoke from her tiresome sleep, placed inside the red satin sheets. She rubbed the small sleep from her eyes.
She moved and pain erupted from her lower abdomen, Liz clutched her stomach. Her Black jeans and purple tank, bra and panties were folded and placed neatly next to her. Liz flew them on and limped to the kitchen.

Zan was dressed in a grey sweatshirt and black string cargo pants and a ripped black jacket with a hood. His black army boots squeaked against the white tiles.
He must have sensed her entrance; Zan gazed at her in a different way, something sacred and precious.

Before Liz could utter a word he handed her a cup of coffee. Liz took a sip and the blend of caffeine jolted her awake.
"Thanks," Liz placed the cup on the bench top; dare not look at the table. She could almost see a faint image of them tangled up in themselves.
Zan voice ripped her away from her daydream.
"You know babe I wasn't n da streets or in da hood all my life. Mr and Mrs Macedon, took me into their Greek hood until I was eight- I ran and joined the sewers and dat's when I met my sis Lonnie, Rath and Ava," Zan softly spoke to the black bench top.
Liz touched his shoulder " Do you miss the Macedon's?"
Zan snorted, " They were rich, own half of the fields in the Athens's country side. I course miss Mr and Mrs- they ain't cornball but still-"
"Have they looked for you," Liz sniffled. Who know under the rough punk exterior was a warm gentleman?
"I can't believe I'm sayin dis but ah they are -24-7," He drew out a wrinkled piece of paper and handed to Liz.
Liz fought the urge to laugh but failed, her mouth oval shape and face crying from laughter.

The paper stated.

posted on 8-Oct-2002 2:52:15 AM

Name: Aristotle Zeus Macedon
Age: 8
Description: Average height. Tanned skin, dark haired wearing an amethyst pendent.
Last seen: In Athens. The Persian markets on October the 4th 1991
If found please contact Theo and Iris Macedon on (02) 1925-6657892

Liz needed to sit down but instead she used the bench top for support " Your name is Aristotle Zeus Macedon?"
Zan crossed his arms " Better than Elizabeth Ann Parker,"
Liz dropped her jaw " How did you?"
"I know dis stuff," Zan replied and made his way to the very clean table, the stains of cum, whipped cream, strawberries and chocolate ice cream gone from sight.
Liz sat on the chair opposite Zan," So Aris can I Call you Aris? or would you prefer Aristotle?" Lis smirked
"Do you want your brains to be squashed?"
"No,"
"Then you address me as Zan or Da man,"
"Fine- why haven't you contacted Theo and Iris?"
"I like the way I am,"
Liz continued to stare at him. " Bull,"
"Okay fine sweet cheeks if I go back I will have to take up their family hood,"
"Which is?"
"Textile manufacturing- our family and relatives supply cloths for major fashion companies,"
"Like what?"
"Almani, Levi, guchi, hush puppies, HD, Voodoo- what I am sayin dis shit - you know what I'm saying the peeps of da hood- big brothers,"
Liz stood there, took a few breaths to let everything sink in.
"So your family owns half of the world through fashion. Where do they live?"
"It das great view of the sea," Zan nodded.
Liz touched her lukewarm forehead. Looks like we both have secrets. With Zan and his rich family and herself with a fifteen-year-old sister.
Sorry I missed your birthday Serena, She thought.
Zan gazed at her. It was almost like he was reading her mind.
"So Serena's Fifteen?"
Shocked
Dropped her coffee mug, it smashed like tiny pine needles.
He just read her mind


posted on 8-Oct-2002 2:53:28 AM
Part seven

It was around dinnertime. However, no one knew the exact time because they took their watches away before entering the house. Liz stomach was sore; her head throbbed. She'd been throwing up all day.
What's wrong with me? Liz pondered to herself.
The F BI served them Hooken noodles and fried rice. A mini Tabasco sauce was given to Zan.
"How did you do that?" Liz asked, the taste of noodle still on her lips.
Zan sighed and scratches his pierced eyebrow. " Dis connection wee back den,"
"What? Zan please speak normally so I could understand?" Liz scrunched her brow together, her skin was hot, and sweat began to bead under her armpits. What connection? Liz wondered.
"Wait you mean cornball language Babe?" He grinned, teasing her. Liz wasn't impressed
Zan rolled his eyes " What I did at the crash joint- we connected and joined together forever. We can send thoughts to each other but Dis not reading shit unless you make the connection and allow me to read your innocent thoughts, Lady"
"Don't make me call you Aristotle or something else." Liz slowly rubbed her foot against his feet and continued to go up north. Zan grunted and shifted in his seat when Liz reached that spot.
Got cha! Liz giggled.
< That's what you think> Zan's said inside her thoughts.
With out realising it Liz pounced off her seat and glued herself to Zan's lap and kissed him, he looped his arms around her tightly, a smile was on his face.
< I know you'll be eager to please, > Zan enthused
< Really Da man? Let's take this to the heated pool>


posted on 8-Oct-2002 2:54:41 AM

Alex, Maria and Kyle were standing outside Aunt Laura's Malibu beach house.
"Aren't we going to go in," It was always Maria who stated the obvious.
"I think not," Michael said, making his presence known.
"Why not?" Alex asked, " This isn't your territory- we are doing this Michael. If not when we rescue her she'd know who her true friends are?" Alex walked along the pebble stone path.

A girl, with shoulder length burgundy hair, sapphire eye peeked through the bay window. Her black ripped black tank and blue cargo pants made Michael crook a grin.
Serena opened the door slowly. Luckily Alex knew sign language and began speaking to Serena in her language.
**Hi Serena, I'm Alex Whitman Your sister's friend can we come in**
Serena stepped onto the mini veranda. Her shoulder length hair ruffled against the warm breeze. Maria chewed on her hair while Kyle stood with his arms crossed. Michael sat on his dirt bike. Serena walked up to Michael, eyes glued to his. Serena shyly smiled and began to say something in sign language ** Sure come in- who's this guy with the bike? He's something else and attractive**
Alex cracked up and swayed his head to Serena ** Trust me he is different**
** So Am I** Serena gave Alex the death stare.
"She's looks like nothing like Liz," Maria whispered to Kyle.
Serena walked backed into the house, with the group in tow.
"This is going to be interesting," Kyle whispered while Serena was smiling at Michael. " Very interesting indeed,"

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