Little Girl Lost (CC/Mature) AN 3-11 (WIP)
Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 3:56 am
Title: Little Girl Lost
Disclaimer- I don't own Roswell, and mean no infringement. It is owned by Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, UPN, WB, etc.
Category- CC (not at first), AU with Aliens
Rating- Mature
Summary: After years of not knowing what she is, Liz learns that she is half alien and is going to live with her Father in a small rainy town in Washington state. Her joy is cut short when she gets tangled in a web of alien politics, old prejudices, and angry aliens. Would she have been better off not knowing who she is?
This is based loosely, and I mean loosely on Twilight. I wouldn't even put this here except some of their gifts and situations are similar.
Chapter 1
Journal Entry One:
I'm Liz Smith, and two hours ago I died.
Liz looked up as the partition between her and the driver slid down. "Miss Parker, if you are hungry go ahead and open up the sunroof," the driver with the kind smile said. "We'll be losing the light soon." Liz nodded and he rolled the window back up.
She took off her sweater revealing a small tank top, feeling self conscious even though no one was looking. She was used to covering up as much as possible, being invisible. Liz looked out both windows and saw nothing but mountains, well foothills really. They would be climbing those mountains soon enough. When she was satisfied that it was safe, she hit the button to open the sunroof.
The light from the sun bathed her and she instantly felt the familiar fire go through her veins. She slowly let go of her control and the pain vanished, replaced with the chlorophyll that was now circulating just below her skin. It felt so good to nourish herself, to have the thing that kept her feeling healthy and strong. She looked up at the mirrored partition and watched how her olive skin was now really a deep, vibrant olive green.
Liz didn't think she would ever get used to that.
She sighed and looked away, trying not to shiver in the cold mountain air that was now spilling through the sunroof. It wasn't actually all that cold, but it felt cold to her after growing up in the deserts of Roswell, New Mexico. Liz picked her journal back up as she let her body nourish itself. She wouldn't need to eat again for days at this rate.
I'm so used to counting the days I can last until I feed, but that will all end now that I'm dead, Liz wrote. I know I should feel relieved to know what I am, to know there are others out there like me, but I can't help but feel anxious.
She closed her book and tilted her face towards the sun, loving how alive it made her feel. The first time it had happened, those Chlorophyll cells had been activated, she had been scared to death. The little girl next door who she was playing with had been even more scared.
Before she knew what she was doing, she was looking into that little girl's eyes and telling her she had seen nothing. Compulsion is what Grandma Claudia had told her it was, and she was quite impressed that Liz could do it at the young age of five. Liz chalked it up to survival instinct and adrenaline, but Grandma Claudia seemed to think she was special.
Liz felt a tear roll down her cheek and she picked up the urn next to her that contained her Grandma's remains. Grandma Claudia was the only family member she knew from her Father's side of the family, her Father included.
Her whole life Liz would mark the days on her calender until Grandma Claudia would come. Her Mother was less than maternal, and left Liz's care to others as she was more worried about being Roswell's Queen Bee than in being a Mother. Liz knew she made her Mom feel uneasy, hell she made most people uneasy.
It was her eyes, and even at a young age little Liz knew that Grandma Claudia's eyes were different also. They weren't the same color, Grandma's were a vivid blue, but there was still something...other...about them. It was like they could see straight through people, and that made them uneasy.
She also never got sick, had perfect skin, to perfect for a 17 year old. She could eat normal food and enjoy the taste, but it didn't nourish her body like the sun did. People could sense there was something different about her, and people don't like different. It scares them.
Ever since her first feeding Liz had known she was different, and knew how dangerous that could be, not to others, but to her. She hid it, and hid it well. Liz figured out she could stop the production of chlorophyll in her skin, but it came with a high price.
Pain. Intense pain. That did not bode well for a little girl living in the middle of the desert, and she spent most of her childhood dealing with crippling pain but not letting anyone know.
Even her Grandma Claudia didn't know. Liz wanted to tell her so bad, wanted to know if maybe her Father was like that also, but she was so scared of losing the one person that showed her love - the one person that didn't treat her like a freak that she kept quiet.
All she knew of her Father was that he was involved in some dangerous things and he didn't want Liz involved also. Her Mother could care less as long as she got the nice support payment she received each month that kept her in a very nice lifestyle.
Grandma Claudia had visited Liz's whole life, sometimes staying all winter long. She said the warm dry air was good for her old body. The thing was Grandma Claudia didn't act like an old lady. She was incredibly fit and took little Liz on all kinds of adventures.
It was on one of those adventures that Grandma learned that Liz was different. A rattle snake had almost bit her, and Liz had flung it away from her with the flick of her wrist. It all came out then, the green tint to her skin, how she could change the molecular structure of things....
The amazing thing was she wasn't different from Grandma Claudia. She had been checking on her for years to see if she would show any alien tendencies because she, and by association Liz's Father were just that - aliens.
The other amazing thing was Grandma Claudia wasn't 75 years old like Liz was told, but almost 600 years old. She was at the end of her life cycle, and the chlorophyll didn't produce like it once did, hence why she could bare to be in the hot New Mexico sun to check on Liz.
That, and whether she was human or not, Grandma Claudia couldn't stand to not know her Granddaughter. When Liz was born they were certain she was 100% human, even though sometimes the mixture of human DNA and alien DNA caused the alien changes to not present themselves until the child turned about six.
There were certainly signs at birth though, a strange coloring, an almost eerie calm with the baby. Liz had none of these, and her Father wanted to keep her out of the dangerous world of the alien abyss if he could. He wanted her to have a normal life if possible.
Oh, there were plenty from the alien alliance that kept an eye on her for any changes, but she was to smart for even them. Several aging Antarians had lived in Roswell, but all were certain Liz was human.
They couldn't have been more wrong, and word had spread about the amazing girl with such strong will that she could survive so long in the sun without being discovered.
Liz shivered as she felt the clouds cover the sun, and she slipped her sweater back on over her head and closed the moon roof. Once glance in the mirror told her what she already knew - her coloring had returned to a more human shade.
It was only direct sunlight that caused the change in skin tone, that started the production of the life-giving cells that kept them young for hundreds of years, that was the source of their energy that gave them powers.
Only one other thing on Earth could give them that feeling, could nourish and start that energy racing through their veins, and that was blood.
Animal blood, human blood....any kind of blood. Liz had learned this after her Mother had been around a couple of mornings and she hadn't been able to get her early morning feeding at her bedroom window. There was some meat in the fridge that was put there to defrost, and when the drippings made her mouth water to the point that she couldn't stand it anymore, she finally gave in and drank it.
She was shocked that it gave her the same feeling the sun did. It also made it a hell of a lot easier to bare the sunlight. Even though the thought repulsed her, Liz had found ways of getting blood her whole life. Thankfully her Mother wanted only the best cuts of meats from the butcher shop, so she soon learned there was a literal buffet of blood from the freshly drained animals. With her skills of molecular manipulation and her Mother's lack of parenting skills, she found it easy to slip out of the house and to the butcher shop in the middle of the night.
She didn't like doing this though, because even though the taste was so welcoming, made her feel so powerful, it just seemed to go against everything. What was she?
It wasn't long after her seventeenth birthday that she found out, that fateful day when she changed the wind to knock the snake away from her Grandmother. She was from a planet named Antar, which wasn't all that different from Earth.
Her Grandma Claudia was one of the original people who fled the dying planet, the planet that they had killed. Most had perished, but ships carrying 1,000 Antarians had escaped before the planet died. They had found the very primitive Earth, and their King had declared that they would leave Earth to develop as it should.
Considering the damage that they had done to their own planet, most Antarians agreed with this philosophy and enjoyed the simpler lifestyle after seeing what technology had done to Antar.
It was easy at first to find uninhabited areas of Earth to live. Those who lived with Earthlings took jobs mining that kept them safely hidden from the sun. It wasn't hard to move and change your identity back then. The Antarian life cycle was far different from humans, so unless you were getting ready for a change of life, Antarians could only stay in one place for about 10 years before their lack of changing was noticed.
Liz had learned that they lived basically around 600 years. She had found this out when the first Antarian doctor had examined her and told her devastated Grandma that even though Liz was 17, she had used up about 75 years of her life fighting the photosynthesis. It had taken a great amount of energy, and Liz had cut her lifespan by doing it, which was one of the big reasons Antarians didn't go in the sun in public, besides the pain.
She didn't think that seemed so terrible, the fact that she still, baring some freak accident, had 525 years left to live, but it seemed like a great tragedy to the Antarians she had met so far.
And now she was on her way to meet her Father, and to start her new life. She was allowed to keep her first name, Elizabeth, but her last name was changed to Parker. Her Father lived in a small town in the mountains of Washington, where cloudy rainy days were far greater than sunshine, a town where they could mix with humans without notice and without pain.
Her death had been planned within days of the Antarians discovering her to be one of them, not wanting her to ever have to return to the hot sun of New Mexico. At first Liz was resistant, afraid of what it would do to her Mother. Sure she was cold and distant, hardly what anyone would call maternal, but it was still her Mother.
It wasn't until she overheard her Mom talking to her Dad on the phone, bartering with him payment for Liz to visit him. She didn't ask Liz if she wanted to go across the country to be with a man she had never met, didn't worry about sending Liz to a man who left as soon as she was born. All she was worried about was payment for services rendered.
Liz made up her mind then and there to leave her life in Roswell behind her and start anew. It wasn't like she had any friends there, she had purposefully not formed friendships because she didn't know what she was.
Not for the first time Liz wondered if anyone would be sad that she was dead. The small crop plane that was allegedly carrying her and her Grandma to a bigger airport would have crashed by now, and Liz wondered what the reaction would be. She figured some teachers may miss her, as she was an excellent student, and even though her Mother never gave her much mind she hoped that as her Mother she would at least regret that her only child was dead.
Surely Nancy Smith couldn't be that cold, could she?
Liz looked out the window and watched the now steady rain falling. They were into the mountains now, and the driver had pulled off the main road.
The partition came down again. "Miss Parker, I have to stop and pick up your step-sister," he said begrudgingly. "She has gotten herself stuck down the mountain again."
Liz looked out the window again and saw they were pulling into what looked like a small bar's parking lot. She watched a small blonde come barreling out of the bar, skipping happily and reaching the door before the driver could open it.
Before she knew it she was engulfed in a great big hug by the little blonde.
"Oh my God Elizabeth I'm so glad you are here!" she exclaimed cheerfully as she found her way to the seat across from her.
"Thank you," Liz said quietly. She wasn't used to anyone besides Grandma Claudia being excited to see her. Liz studied the blonde across from her. She had beautiful green eyes that had that...other...quality about them, porcelain white skin and full, beautiful lips.
"I'm Maria, your sister by the way, and we are going to have so much fun together!" she exclaimed as Liz couldn't help the smile that broke out on her own face, Maria's enthusiasm and good cheer was definitely contagious.
Disclaimer- I don't own Roswell, and mean no infringement. It is owned by Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, UPN, WB, etc.
Category- CC (not at first), AU with Aliens
Rating- Mature
Summary: After years of not knowing what she is, Liz learns that she is half alien and is going to live with her Father in a small rainy town in Washington state. Her joy is cut short when she gets tangled in a web of alien politics, old prejudices, and angry aliens. Would she have been better off not knowing who she is?
This is based loosely, and I mean loosely on Twilight. I wouldn't even put this here except some of their gifts and situations are similar.
Chapter 1
Journal Entry One:
I'm Liz Smith, and two hours ago I died.
Liz looked up as the partition between her and the driver slid down. "Miss Parker, if you are hungry go ahead and open up the sunroof," the driver with the kind smile said. "We'll be losing the light soon." Liz nodded and he rolled the window back up.
She took off her sweater revealing a small tank top, feeling self conscious even though no one was looking. She was used to covering up as much as possible, being invisible. Liz looked out both windows and saw nothing but mountains, well foothills really. They would be climbing those mountains soon enough. When she was satisfied that it was safe, she hit the button to open the sunroof.
The light from the sun bathed her and she instantly felt the familiar fire go through her veins. She slowly let go of her control and the pain vanished, replaced with the chlorophyll that was now circulating just below her skin. It felt so good to nourish herself, to have the thing that kept her feeling healthy and strong. She looked up at the mirrored partition and watched how her olive skin was now really a deep, vibrant olive green.
Liz didn't think she would ever get used to that.
She sighed and looked away, trying not to shiver in the cold mountain air that was now spilling through the sunroof. It wasn't actually all that cold, but it felt cold to her after growing up in the deserts of Roswell, New Mexico. Liz picked her journal back up as she let her body nourish itself. She wouldn't need to eat again for days at this rate.
I'm so used to counting the days I can last until I feed, but that will all end now that I'm dead, Liz wrote. I know I should feel relieved to know what I am, to know there are others out there like me, but I can't help but feel anxious.
She closed her book and tilted her face towards the sun, loving how alive it made her feel. The first time it had happened, those Chlorophyll cells had been activated, she had been scared to death. The little girl next door who she was playing with had been even more scared.
Before she knew what she was doing, she was looking into that little girl's eyes and telling her she had seen nothing. Compulsion is what Grandma Claudia had told her it was, and she was quite impressed that Liz could do it at the young age of five. Liz chalked it up to survival instinct and adrenaline, but Grandma Claudia seemed to think she was special.
Liz felt a tear roll down her cheek and she picked up the urn next to her that contained her Grandma's remains. Grandma Claudia was the only family member she knew from her Father's side of the family, her Father included.
Her whole life Liz would mark the days on her calender until Grandma Claudia would come. Her Mother was less than maternal, and left Liz's care to others as she was more worried about being Roswell's Queen Bee than in being a Mother. Liz knew she made her Mom feel uneasy, hell she made most people uneasy.
It was her eyes, and even at a young age little Liz knew that Grandma Claudia's eyes were different also. They weren't the same color, Grandma's were a vivid blue, but there was still something...other...about them. It was like they could see straight through people, and that made them uneasy.
She also never got sick, had perfect skin, to perfect for a 17 year old. She could eat normal food and enjoy the taste, but it didn't nourish her body like the sun did. People could sense there was something different about her, and people don't like different. It scares them.
Ever since her first feeding Liz had known she was different, and knew how dangerous that could be, not to others, but to her. She hid it, and hid it well. Liz figured out she could stop the production of chlorophyll in her skin, but it came with a high price.
Pain. Intense pain. That did not bode well for a little girl living in the middle of the desert, and she spent most of her childhood dealing with crippling pain but not letting anyone know.
Even her Grandma Claudia didn't know. Liz wanted to tell her so bad, wanted to know if maybe her Father was like that also, but she was so scared of losing the one person that showed her love - the one person that didn't treat her like a freak that she kept quiet.
All she knew of her Father was that he was involved in some dangerous things and he didn't want Liz involved also. Her Mother could care less as long as she got the nice support payment she received each month that kept her in a very nice lifestyle.
Grandma Claudia had visited Liz's whole life, sometimes staying all winter long. She said the warm dry air was good for her old body. The thing was Grandma Claudia didn't act like an old lady. She was incredibly fit and took little Liz on all kinds of adventures.
It was on one of those adventures that Grandma learned that Liz was different. A rattle snake had almost bit her, and Liz had flung it away from her with the flick of her wrist. It all came out then, the green tint to her skin, how she could change the molecular structure of things....
The amazing thing was she wasn't different from Grandma Claudia. She had been checking on her for years to see if she would show any alien tendencies because she, and by association Liz's Father were just that - aliens.
The other amazing thing was Grandma Claudia wasn't 75 years old like Liz was told, but almost 600 years old. She was at the end of her life cycle, and the chlorophyll didn't produce like it once did, hence why she could bare to be in the hot New Mexico sun to check on Liz.
That, and whether she was human or not, Grandma Claudia couldn't stand to not know her Granddaughter. When Liz was born they were certain she was 100% human, even though sometimes the mixture of human DNA and alien DNA caused the alien changes to not present themselves until the child turned about six.
There were certainly signs at birth though, a strange coloring, an almost eerie calm with the baby. Liz had none of these, and her Father wanted to keep her out of the dangerous world of the alien abyss if he could. He wanted her to have a normal life if possible.
Oh, there were plenty from the alien alliance that kept an eye on her for any changes, but she was to smart for even them. Several aging Antarians had lived in Roswell, but all were certain Liz was human.
They couldn't have been more wrong, and word had spread about the amazing girl with such strong will that she could survive so long in the sun without being discovered.
Liz shivered as she felt the clouds cover the sun, and she slipped her sweater back on over her head and closed the moon roof. Once glance in the mirror told her what she already knew - her coloring had returned to a more human shade.
It was only direct sunlight that caused the change in skin tone, that started the production of the life-giving cells that kept them young for hundreds of years, that was the source of their energy that gave them powers.
Only one other thing on Earth could give them that feeling, could nourish and start that energy racing through their veins, and that was blood.
Animal blood, human blood....any kind of blood. Liz had learned this after her Mother had been around a couple of mornings and she hadn't been able to get her early morning feeding at her bedroom window. There was some meat in the fridge that was put there to defrost, and when the drippings made her mouth water to the point that she couldn't stand it anymore, she finally gave in and drank it.
She was shocked that it gave her the same feeling the sun did. It also made it a hell of a lot easier to bare the sunlight. Even though the thought repulsed her, Liz had found ways of getting blood her whole life. Thankfully her Mother wanted only the best cuts of meats from the butcher shop, so she soon learned there was a literal buffet of blood from the freshly drained animals. With her skills of molecular manipulation and her Mother's lack of parenting skills, she found it easy to slip out of the house and to the butcher shop in the middle of the night.
She didn't like doing this though, because even though the taste was so welcoming, made her feel so powerful, it just seemed to go against everything. What was she?
It wasn't long after her seventeenth birthday that she found out, that fateful day when she changed the wind to knock the snake away from her Grandmother. She was from a planet named Antar, which wasn't all that different from Earth.
Her Grandma Claudia was one of the original people who fled the dying planet, the planet that they had killed. Most had perished, but ships carrying 1,000 Antarians had escaped before the planet died. They had found the very primitive Earth, and their King had declared that they would leave Earth to develop as it should.
Considering the damage that they had done to their own planet, most Antarians agreed with this philosophy and enjoyed the simpler lifestyle after seeing what technology had done to Antar.
It was easy at first to find uninhabited areas of Earth to live. Those who lived with Earthlings took jobs mining that kept them safely hidden from the sun. It wasn't hard to move and change your identity back then. The Antarian life cycle was far different from humans, so unless you were getting ready for a change of life, Antarians could only stay in one place for about 10 years before their lack of changing was noticed.
Liz had learned that they lived basically around 600 years. She had found this out when the first Antarian doctor had examined her and told her devastated Grandma that even though Liz was 17, she had used up about 75 years of her life fighting the photosynthesis. It had taken a great amount of energy, and Liz had cut her lifespan by doing it, which was one of the big reasons Antarians didn't go in the sun in public, besides the pain.
She didn't think that seemed so terrible, the fact that she still, baring some freak accident, had 525 years left to live, but it seemed like a great tragedy to the Antarians she had met so far.
And now she was on her way to meet her Father, and to start her new life. She was allowed to keep her first name, Elizabeth, but her last name was changed to Parker. Her Father lived in a small town in the mountains of Washington, where cloudy rainy days were far greater than sunshine, a town where they could mix with humans without notice and without pain.
Her death had been planned within days of the Antarians discovering her to be one of them, not wanting her to ever have to return to the hot sun of New Mexico. At first Liz was resistant, afraid of what it would do to her Mother. Sure she was cold and distant, hardly what anyone would call maternal, but it was still her Mother.
It wasn't until she overheard her Mom talking to her Dad on the phone, bartering with him payment for Liz to visit him. She didn't ask Liz if she wanted to go across the country to be with a man she had never met, didn't worry about sending Liz to a man who left as soon as she was born. All she was worried about was payment for services rendered.
Liz made up her mind then and there to leave her life in Roswell behind her and start anew. It wasn't like she had any friends there, she had purposefully not formed friendships because she didn't know what she was.
Not for the first time Liz wondered if anyone would be sad that she was dead. The small crop plane that was allegedly carrying her and her Grandma to a bigger airport would have crashed by now, and Liz wondered what the reaction would be. She figured some teachers may miss her, as she was an excellent student, and even though her Mother never gave her much mind she hoped that as her Mother she would at least regret that her only child was dead.
Surely Nancy Smith couldn't be that cold, could she?
Liz looked out the window and watched the now steady rain falling. They were into the mountains now, and the driver had pulled off the main road.
The partition came down again. "Miss Parker, I have to stop and pick up your step-sister," he said begrudgingly. "She has gotten herself stuck down the mountain again."
Liz looked out the window again and saw they were pulling into what looked like a small bar's parking lot. She watched a small blonde come barreling out of the bar, skipping happily and reaching the door before the driver could open it.
Before she knew it she was engulfed in a great big hug by the little blonde.
"Oh my God Elizabeth I'm so glad you are here!" she exclaimed cheerfully as she found her way to the seat across from her.
"Thank you," Liz said quietly. She wasn't used to anyone besides Grandma Claudia being excited to see her. Liz studied the blonde across from her. She had beautiful green eyes that had that...other...quality about them, porcelain white skin and full, beautiful lips.
"I'm Maria, your sister by the way, and we are going to have so much fun together!" she exclaimed as Liz couldn't help the smile that broke out on her own face, Maria's enthusiasm and good cheer was definitely contagious.