Title: "All grown up." Alorah's story
Author: Tarajeff73
Category: CC
Disclaimer: I owned neither the characters or the television show "Roswell" Although Maria Alorah and her cousins and friends are completely my idea.
Rating: (TEEN) due to some language and possible sexual situations. Well...she is a teenager in all respects.
Author’s Note:
Meet Maria Alorah Evans first born to Max and Liz Evans....or just Alorah for short. Alorah is not your typical teenager ...she has "powers" her parents are alien hybrids and she wears a living organism over her body so she can live on earth. Alorah has finally entered high school, the very same high school where her parents met and fell in love.Set 12 years after "Consequences of a child." In a time where "other life forms" is widely known and accepted, the government has passed a law that all alien and alien hybrids must submit registrations in order to keep track of the increasing "alien" population. But not everyone welcomes the new inhabitants of earth and a new face of prejudice spreads across the planet. Like her parents before her Alorah must keep the truth of her origin a secret
September 3rd 2016,
Inside a fancy, lacey girl's room, on an old fashion white painted canopy bed a slender form lay motionless under at thick pink frilly comforter. The room is dark, as the shades had been drawn out of habit. Underneath the puffy blanket came the sound of gentle snoring. Then suddenly, "Good morning Roswell! It's six o clock and time for the morning report!" a cheerful voice boomed from the flat grey alarm clock.
A moan of protest came from beneath the blankets, as a petite fist came out, and violently smacked the clock. But this action failed to silence the obnoxious voice coming from the simple piece of technology. The petite fist now opened up and waved in front of the object, causing to zap crackle and then buzz into silence then plummeted to the floor. But the alarm clock could not be left in such a state.
Maria-Alorah suddenly sat upright throwing the blanket off her as she did. She swiped away her smooth black hair from her face, and then climbed out of bed. She frowned down at the broken alarm clock at her feet knowing fully well that it could not be left in its current state. Her parents would worry that she had lost control of her powers again, and she would once again endure her uncle Michael’s lessons on "How to control your emotions. When using your powers." Michael's dictating voice spoke in her head. A lesson she was sure, her uncle did not practice on his own time. Waving her petite hand over the fried object she concentrates and moments later, it was as if the alarm clock had never been broken. After, setting the alarm clock back on her nightstand Alorah yawn and streched.Then suddenly her eyes went wide, remembering what today was. It was the first day of school. and not just any first day, it was her first day of highschool.
As if on cue, a voices calls from the foot of the stairs."Alorah! are you up?" asks the female's voice. "Heading in the shower now mom!" Maria -Alorah calls back. As, she opens the door to her walk in closet; she is greeted by a glass encasement. Within the encasemnt was a Husk. This would be Maria-Alorah second skin in two years and a back- to- school gift from her grand mother on Antar.
Pulling the glass encasement out of the closet, Maria-Alorah stands in front of an oval shaped full-length mirror. On the outside, she looked like your average 10 year old child, complete with accurate likeness of the smooth silk black hair, she aquired from her mother. Amber brown eyes like her fathers that almost turned golden when she was angry. She stood a mere five foot four inches, with her mother's same slender build and round face. A she tucked her hair behind her ears Maria- Alorah frowned then covered her ears again.” Thank god I decided to grow out my hair!" she says to herself. of all the traits she inherited from her parents, it was the only thing she complained about and that was her father ears. Although her mother insisted that its was his ears that gave him his "cuteness" as a teenager. Alorah would just roll her eyes and walk away pretending to gag her self. Her father’s ears on her did not make her "cute". So for high school she decided it was time to cover that embarrassing trait. On the inside, Alorah was anything but human. Born without the ability to protect herself harmful ultra violet rays, for the first 10 years of her life, Maria Alorah had to remain on her father's home planet. Once her growth began to slow down, she could be fitted for a husk.
Alorah takes the husk from its case, then a vial of brownish powder from her dresser, then heads into her bathroom. Filling the tub with lukewarm water, she then empties the contents in the vial and mumbles to herself "Just a sprinkle a day keeps the UV's away." and then snickers to herself. She lets the empty shell soak in the murky brown water as she peels off her fleece pajamas. Taking one last glance in the mirror, she smiled at her reflection "Goodbye old me!" and then turns to the husk floating in the tub, with uncertainty "Hello new me?".
Alorah completely submerges herself in the warm fluid, allowing it to slowly relax her muscles. The warm was slowly easing the tension, which had built up over the night, as she fretted over her first day at Roswell High. She then reaches behind her feeling down the small of her back. The moment her fingers grazed the metal button, she immediately pushed hard, and her husk slipped away from her form. Even with the proper amount of Ultraviolet blocker in the water, Alorah could still feel a sting on her flesh as she floated in the water, exposed. Wasting no time she grabs hold of her new husk and slips inside. As first it feels as though she stepped into a shell off wax, but as her body temperature warms the organism, its molds its self to her curves. After testing the seal on the husk several times, Alorah finally emerges from the water breathless.
After having a quick shower Alorah wraps herself up in a towel and rushes to her bedroom. As she stands in front of her mirror, she flicks her hand quickly to shut and lock her bedroom door, and then allows her towel to drop to the floor. At first she is in awe of how grown up her body looked. Although Alorah thought her breasts could be just a tad larger, the husk was pretty much perfect for her. Her dark brown eyes sparkled, as she beamed at her new reflection. “Its perfect grandma!” she thought to herself. And then began to dress into an outfit she had laid out the evening before.
T.B.C............................[/b]
Alorah's story (TEEN) Part 7 [WIP]
Moderators: Anniepoo98, ISLANDGIRL5, truelovepooh, Forum Moderators
-
tarajeff73
- Addicted Roswellian
- Posts: 111
- Joined: Fri Mar 05, 2004 3:24 pm
- Location: Calgary AB Canada
- Contact:
Alorah's story (TEEN) Part 7 [WIP]
Last edited by tarajeff73 on Fri May 27, 2005 10:00 am, edited 15 times in total.
~My Fics~
[WIP]
"The One Among Us"
Alorah's Story
[COMPLETED]
Destiny's Still Calling
Consequences of a Child
-
tarajeff73
- Addicted Roswellian
- Posts: 111
- Joined: Fri Mar 05, 2004 3:24 pm
- Location: Calgary AB Canada
- Contact:
Part 2
Alorah smiled contently to herself as she stepped downstairs and into the kitchen where the rest of her family had already gathered. Her mother, Liz Parker, stood by the coffee maker patiently waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. One look at the woman and one would know where Alorah got her feminine features. Her once long, dark, luxurious hair was now cut short for easy maintenance. Amongst her dark locks was a strand here and there of grey. Like her daughter, Liz had a slender build and was not very tall at all. Glancing at her watch impatiently, Liz began to tap her foot in annoyance. “You know the gentleman at the store said that this was the fastest brewing coffee maker out there in the market!” Liz complained.
Max Evans smirks as his wife. “Liz you shouldn’t believe everything people tell you!” he says to her. Liz just throws him a dirty look. “Besides no coffee maker is fast enough for you!” he adds, chuckling.
Liz crosses her arms, still looking fierce. “Don’t they have something like this on Antar? I mean they did create the granolith!” Liz demands but Max just chuckles again and shakes his head, his brown eyes sparkling with laughter. Finally he decides to get up and walks over to his wife, who stood at a least a foot short than himself.
Max Evan too was slender, but by no means scrawny. His dark hair was cut short, but not high and tight like he usually wore. Instead Max had allowed Liz to convince him to add an inch or two to the length. The ‘Luke Skywalker’ look Liz had called it. It took Max a bit to get used to, but once he discovered all he had to do was run his fingers through it, he’d become fond of the length.
Waving a hand over the pot, it immediately filled with dark rich fluid. “You know you could have just used your powers to fill it.” Max explained.
Liz pouted slightly “Yeah, I know but it’s not the point, Max.” Liz replied in disappointment.
Max wrapped his arms around her from behind. Max then spun his wife around to face him. “Besides, the natives have been complaining about how edgy you get on caffeine.” Max says as a grin slowly spread across his face. Liz arched an eyebrow at him, “The natives, huh?” Liz asks wryly putting her arms around his neck as he pulls her closer.
“Well, maybe this native.” Max confesses with a wicked grin. He then leaned in closer to kiss his wife, but the moment their lips met a cheerio sailed through the air and hit the couple on the nose. Suddenly the sound of two young boys giggling was heard.
Gabriel and Jonathan were seated at the kitchen table, staring at their parent’s playfully. When their parents broke from their intimate moment, they resumed pegging each other with cheerio’s instead. Gabriel was the oldest son at ten years of age. Unlike his sister, Gabriel aged like a normal human boy. But he too had powers, and much like his mother’s. Gabriel had acquired almost all his father physical attributes, from the dark hair all the way to the height. Simply put, he was his father’s son.
Jonathan, however, had barely any resemblance to his hybrid father, but the resemblance to his mother’s father was striking. Young vibrant and full of energy, he always managed to get into mischief with his older brother. Their most recent target for entertainment had their older sister Alorah. Ever since she was finally able to come to earth to live, she’d been having mood swings. To their delight, she always rose to the occasion when she was centered on their practical jokes.
Alorah had stood half way up the stairs watching her family in the kitchen. Neither one of them had noticed her yet. As she made her way down the stairs, she cleared her throat loudly. Max and Liz spoke not a word but simply smiled their approval. Much to Alorah’s surprise even her brothers were speechless as they halted their cheerio food fight and stared at their sister.
Alorah spun around happily with her arms extended slightly. “Well?” she asked, obvious pride glimmering in her golden brown eyes. “What do you think?”
As her parents approached her Alorah searched their expressions. Her father was not exactly pleased when Alorah had received the husk from his biological mother on her twelfth birthday. She saw none of that disappointment in his eyes now. Max took his daughter’s hand in his and gave her one look over. “Somebody is all grown up,” he teased her, smiling at her with love.
Liz simply kissed her eldest child on the forehead. “You look beautiful Alorah.” Liz said softly. Alorah blushed slightly at her parent’s compliments. “Thanks.”
With the entire Evans family now awake, the family gathered to the table to eat. Realizing something was missing, Max got up and opened the front door to retrieve the morning paper. Max sipped his coffee and scanned the front page as he walked back to his seat at the table.
Something was wrong, and it was quite obvious to everyone sitting at the table. “Max?” Liz asked, clearly concerned. “What is it?” Max turned the front page of the ‘Roswell Gazette.’ The main title read: “Government passes a new law for Non-Human registrations.” Liz face went pale.
“I can’t believe they actually passed that law!” she whispered in aghast. Alorah looked from her father to her mother. Although she didn’t fully understand the impact of this law, Alorah knew that it affected her entire family, including her three uncles and her Aunt Isabel. She also knew that this law meant she couldn’t tell anyone about her true origin
TBC...............................
Alorah smiled contently to herself as she stepped downstairs and into the kitchen where the rest of her family had already gathered. Her mother, Liz Parker, stood by the coffee maker patiently waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. One look at the woman and one would know where Alorah got her feminine features. Her once long, dark, luxurious hair was now cut short for easy maintenance. Amongst her dark locks was a strand here and there of grey. Like her daughter, Liz had a slender build and was not very tall at all. Glancing at her watch impatiently, Liz began to tap her foot in annoyance. “You know the gentleman at the store said that this was the fastest brewing coffee maker out there in the market!” Liz complained.
Max Evans smirks as his wife. “Liz you shouldn’t believe everything people tell you!” he says to her. Liz just throws him a dirty look. “Besides no coffee maker is fast enough for you!” he adds, chuckling.
Liz crosses her arms, still looking fierce. “Don’t they have something like this on Antar? I mean they did create the granolith!” Liz demands but Max just chuckles again and shakes his head, his brown eyes sparkling with laughter. Finally he decides to get up and walks over to his wife, who stood at a least a foot short than himself.
Max Evan too was slender, but by no means scrawny. His dark hair was cut short, but not high and tight like he usually wore. Instead Max had allowed Liz to convince him to add an inch or two to the length. The ‘Luke Skywalker’ look Liz had called it. It took Max a bit to get used to, but once he discovered all he had to do was run his fingers through it, he’d become fond of the length.
Waving a hand over the pot, it immediately filled with dark rich fluid. “You know you could have just used your powers to fill it.” Max explained.
Liz pouted slightly “Yeah, I know but it’s not the point, Max.” Liz replied in disappointment.
Max wrapped his arms around her from behind. Max then spun his wife around to face him. “Besides, the natives have been complaining about how edgy you get on caffeine.” Max says as a grin slowly spread across his face. Liz arched an eyebrow at him, “The natives, huh?” Liz asks wryly putting her arms around his neck as he pulls her closer.
“Well, maybe this native.” Max confesses with a wicked grin. He then leaned in closer to kiss his wife, but the moment their lips met a cheerio sailed through the air and hit the couple on the nose. Suddenly the sound of two young boys giggling was heard.
Gabriel and Jonathan were seated at the kitchen table, staring at their parent’s playfully. When their parents broke from their intimate moment, they resumed pegging each other with cheerio’s instead. Gabriel was the oldest son at ten years of age. Unlike his sister, Gabriel aged like a normal human boy. But he too had powers, and much like his mother’s. Gabriel had acquired almost all his father physical attributes, from the dark hair all the way to the height. Simply put, he was his father’s son.
Jonathan, however, had barely any resemblance to his hybrid father, but the resemblance to his mother’s father was striking. Young vibrant and full of energy, he always managed to get into mischief with his older brother. Their most recent target for entertainment had their older sister Alorah. Ever since she was finally able to come to earth to live, she’d been having mood swings. To their delight, she always rose to the occasion when she was centered on their practical jokes.
Alorah had stood half way up the stairs watching her family in the kitchen. Neither one of them had noticed her yet. As she made her way down the stairs, she cleared her throat loudly. Max and Liz spoke not a word but simply smiled their approval. Much to Alorah’s surprise even her brothers were speechless as they halted their cheerio food fight and stared at their sister.
Alorah spun around happily with her arms extended slightly. “Well?” she asked, obvious pride glimmering in her golden brown eyes. “What do you think?”
As her parents approached her Alorah searched their expressions. Her father was not exactly pleased when Alorah had received the husk from his biological mother on her twelfth birthday. She saw none of that disappointment in his eyes now. Max took his daughter’s hand in his and gave her one look over. “Somebody is all grown up,” he teased her, smiling at her with love.
Liz simply kissed her eldest child on the forehead. “You look beautiful Alorah.” Liz said softly. Alorah blushed slightly at her parent’s compliments. “Thanks.”
With the entire Evans family now awake, the family gathered to the table to eat. Realizing something was missing, Max got up and opened the front door to retrieve the morning paper. Max sipped his coffee and scanned the front page as he walked back to his seat at the table.
Something was wrong, and it was quite obvious to everyone sitting at the table. “Max?” Liz asked, clearly concerned. “What is it?” Max turned the front page of the ‘Roswell Gazette.’ The main title read: “Government passes a new law for Non-Human registrations.” Liz face went pale.
“I can’t believe they actually passed that law!” she whispered in aghast. Alorah looked from her father to her mother. Although she didn’t fully understand the impact of this law, Alorah knew that it affected her entire family, including her three uncles and her Aunt Isabel. She also knew that this law meant she couldn’t tell anyone about her true origin
TBC...............................
~My Fics~
[WIP]
"The One Among Us"
Alorah's Story
[COMPLETED]
Destiny's Still Calling
Consequences of a Child
-
tarajeff73
- Addicted Roswellian
- Posts: 111
- Joined: Fri Mar 05, 2004 3:24 pm
- Location: Calgary AB Canada
- Contact:
Part3
Alorah had been keeping her origin a secret for most of her life. What do a few more decades matter?
When the boy’s school bus honked just outside the Evan’s home, they scattered out of the kitchen. Gabriel and Jonathan grabbed the lunches their mother offered and quickly rushed out the door, hollering a goodbye on their way out.
Alorah glanced nervously at the door after her brothers had left. She was missing elementary school already. Last year she and all her cousins were all in the same school and popularity was the last thing on her mind. But this year was different; this was a brand new school. Truth was, Alorah was terrified! Although her intelligence was just around the same level as high school freshman and she physically looked the same age, Alorah was worried if she could “act” like a high schooler.
Alorah bit her bottom lip, a habit she picked up from her mother and began twirling a lock of her silken black hair. Her father was the first to pick up on her nervous habit.
“Wanna talk about it?” Max asked, eyeing her curiously. Alorah hesitated for a moment. She usually saved her heart to heart talks for her mother. But this was the first time of which her father could possibly understand what she was feeling. Alorah nodded slowly.
“Did you ever worry you wouldn’t fit in?” Alorah blurted out. “When you and Aunt Isabel started school?” Max looked at his daughter sympathetically as a small smile spread across his lips.
“Of course. Your aunt and I knew we were different soon after grandma and grandpa adopted us.” He explained. “But we kept it a secret even from them.”
“But were you afraid it would be obvious? I mean how different you were?” Alorah asked as she leaned in closer for her father’s response. She desperately needed to hear that she wasn’t paranoid or unique with her fears.
“Well, yeah…sure,” Max replied, nodding his head slowly. “But your aunt and Uncle Michael and I pretty much kept to ourselves till your mom got shot.”
Alorah glanced over towards her mother who was cleaning up around the sink, humming happily to herself. She had heard the story many times in her life. How her father risked exposure to save her mother’s life. He had taken a chance, and although her aunt and uncle feared the worst everything worked out in the end. But times were different, although “other” life forms were known and accepted by the scientific world. Prejudice once again had reared its ugly head. The new registration law would force all aliens and alien hybrids to expose themselves and leave them wide open for hate attacks.
The doorbell suddenly rang and interrupted Alorah and Max’s conversation. As the door opened a young, tall, lanky blonde haired boy stepped into the Evans’s home.
“Thaniel!” Liz exclaimed happily as she rushed over to greet her nephew. It wasn’t his whole name, but a nickname picked up by his cousin Alorah. The nickname seemed to work and soon everyone began using it. Soon after that, it was the only name he would go by.
Thaniel was the oldest child of Alex and Isabel Whitman. At 11 years of age he too shared the same genetic trait that caused Alorah to grow so fast physically. But much like human boys his development was a year or two behind his female cousin Alorah. Thaniel was just entering a very clumsy and awkward stage in his life. The five foot seven boy was all knees and elbows, much like his father was entering the same stage. Thaniel had a face that one would say was easy on the eyes. His brown eyes, high cheekbones and a splash of freckles on his nose were obvious traits he had acquired from his mother, along with her blonde hair. But it was the height and dazzling smile that he inherited from his father.
“Hi Aunt Liz,” Thaniel replied sheepishly as she rushed over to hug him.
“Good grief, Thaniel!” Liz exclaimed, “Did you go through another growth spurt?” Liz asked as she made note of his height. Thaniel blushed and then nodded.
“Hey Uncle Max.” Thaniel greeted as he sat down next to him at the kitchen table. Max smiled warmly at his sister’s son. When Thaniel was younger, and naive to what Alorah had referred to as the “Ick factor,” Thaniel had the biggest crush on Alorah. But as Thaniel and Alorah grew older, he outgrew his crush but the close friendship remained.
Alorah and Thaniel reminded Max so much of the closeness he and his sister shared as children.
“So, are you ready for high school?” Max asked. Judging from the selection of clothing he wore, Max was sure that the young teenager had dressed to impress.
Thaniel once again blushed “Yes sir. I mean I guess. Course that new registration law isn’t going to make things easier,” Thaniel replied and then glanced over to Alorah sympathetically.
Max stood and stepped away from the table. “Exactly,” he said as he stepped over to the closet next to the front door and grabbing a small medical bag from it. “Both human and non-human alike.” After giving Liz a quick kiss, Max suddenly looked at the two teenagers seriously. “Remember, no using your powers in school.” He ordered sternly. Alorah and Thaniel nodded obediently.
Moments later, Alorah and Thaniel finally decide to head out. Liz gave her daughter one more kiss and then resigned herself to watching her leave. She knew what her daughter felt; she had experienced that same fear when she was in high school. It was the fear that somehow everyone could see just how different she really was. Sighing to herself, Liz began to get ready for work.
Thaniel and Alorah walked side by side in silence. Neither one knew how to express the dread that started to creep into the pit of their stomachs. But then after several moments of complete silence both decided talking about it was better than fearing it in silence.
“Get any sleep last night?” Alorah spoke first. She never had much patience and today was no exception.
“Not a wink.” Thaniel replied as a yawn crept up on him. He shoved his hands into his large baggy jeans and continued to look down at the ground as they walked to school.
“Well, that makes two of us. I could barely hold down my breakfast.” Alorah said, holding her stomach as her nerves caused it to lurch again.
“At least you managed that much.” Thaniel said with a blush. As he went to look at the ground, it was then he really noticed the outfit that Alorah had chosen to wear. Gone were the baggy carpenter pants and extra long T-shirt. Instead, she wore the latest fashion in jeans and a matching snug fitted blouse that just outlined the curves that seemed to magically appear overnight. “You look,” Thaniel hesitated looking for the right word. “Different?” he asked rather than stated.
Alorah immediately beamed back at her cousin, her brown eyes twinkling “It’s my…” Alorah looks around quickly to make sure no one was with earshot of them. “It’s my new husk! Grandma grew it for me as a surprise!” Thaniel arched an eyebrow and smirked to himself. He would have killed to been a fly on the wall that day.
Just as they approached West Roswell High School, both Alorah and Thaniel stopped dead in their tracks, a few yards in front of the school. Alorah looked wearily at her cousin beside her and sighed, “I really wish we shared the same homeroom.” Thaniel gave Alorah a sympathetic look.
“Don’t worry, you’ll survive.” Thaniel assured her as he began walking in the direction of his homeroom. Alorah gave him a doubtful look and began walking in the opposite direction.
TBC…
Alorah had been keeping her origin a secret for most of her life. What do a few more decades matter?
When the boy’s school bus honked just outside the Evan’s home, they scattered out of the kitchen. Gabriel and Jonathan grabbed the lunches their mother offered and quickly rushed out the door, hollering a goodbye on their way out.
Alorah glanced nervously at the door after her brothers had left. She was missing elementary school already. Last year she and all her cousins were all in the same school and popularity was the last thing on her mind. But this year was different; this was a brand new school. Truth was, Alorah was terrified! Although her intelligence was just around the same level as high school freshman and she physically looked the same age, Alorah was worried if she could “act” like a high schooler.
Alorah bit her bottom lip, a habit she picked up from her mother and began twirling a lock of her silken black hair. Her father was the first to pick up on her nervous habit.
“Wanna talk about it?” Max asked, eyeing her curiously. Alorah hesitated for a moment. She usually saved her heart to heart talks for her mother. But this was the first time of which her father could possibly understand what she was feeling. Alorah nodded slowly.
“Did you ever worry you wouldn’t fit in?” Alorah blurted out. “When you and Aunt Isabel started school?” Max looked at his daughter sympathetically as a small smile spread across his lips.
“Of course. Your aunt and I knew we were different soon after grandma and grandpa adopted us.” He explained. “But we kept it a secret even from them.”
“But were you afraid it would be obvious? I mean how different you were?” Alorah asked as she leaned in closer for her father’s response. She desperately needed to hear that she wasn’t paranoid or unique with her fears.
“Well, yeah…sure,” Max replied, nodding his head slowly. “But your aunt and Uncle Michael and I pretty much kept to ourselves till your mom got shot.”
Alorah glanced over towards her mother who was cleaning up around the sink, humming happily to herself. She had heard the story many times in her life. How her father risked exposure to save her mother’s life. He had taken a chance, and although her aunt and uncle feared the worst everything worked out in the end. But times were different, although “other” life forms were known and accepted by the scientific world. Prejudice once again had reared its ugly head. The new registration law would force all aliens and alien hybrids to expose themselves and leave them wide open for hate attacks.
The doorbell suddenly rang and interrupted Alorah and Max’s conversation. As the door opened a young, tall, lanky blonde haired boy stepped into the Evans’s home.
“Thaniel!” Liz exclaimed happily as she rushed over to greet her nephew. It wasn’t his whole name, but a nickname picked up by his cousin Alorah. The nickname seemed to work and soon everyone began using it. Soon after that, it was the only name he would go by.
Thaniel was the oldest child of Alex and Isabel Whitman. At 11 years of age he too shared the same genetic trait that caused Alorah to grow so fast physically. But much like human boys his development was a year or two behind his female cousin Alorah. Thaniel was just entering a very clumsy and awkward stage in his life. The five foot seven boy was all knees and elbows, much like his father was entering the same stage. Thaniel had a face that one would say was easy on the eyes. His brown eyes, high cheekbones and a splash of freckles on his nose were obvious traits he had acquired from his mother, along with her blonde hair. But it was the height and dazzling smile that he inherited from his father.
“Hi Aunt Liz,” Thaniel replied sheepishly as she rushed over to hug him.
“Good grief, Thaniel!” Liz exclaimed, “Did you go through another growth spurt?” Liz asked as she made note of his height. Thaniel blushed and then nodded.
“Hey Uncle Max.” Thaniel greeted as he sat down next to him at the kitchen table. Max smiled warmly at his sister’s son. When Thaniel was younger, and naive to what Alorah had referred to as the “Ick factor,” Thaniel had the biggest crush on Alorah. But as Thaniel and Alorah grew older, he outgrew his crush but the close friendship remained.
Alorah and Thaniel reminded Max so much of the closeness he and his sister shared as children.
“So, are you ready for high school?” Max asked. Judging from the selection of clothing he wore, Max was sure that the young teenager had dressed to impress.
Thaniel once again blushed “Yes sir. I mean I guess. Course that new registration law isn’t going to make things easier,” Thaniel replied and then glanced over to Alorah sympathetically.
Max stood and stepped away from the table. “Exactly,” he said as he stepped over to the closet next to the front door and grabbing a small medical bag from it. “Both human and non-human alike.” After giving Liz a quick kiss, Max suddenly looked at the two teenagers seriously. “Remember, no using your powers in school.” He ordered sternly. Alorah and Thaniel nodded obediently.
Moments later, Alorah and Thaniel finally decide to head out. Liz gave her daughter one more kiss and then resigned herself to watching her leave. She knew what her daughter felt; she had experienced that same fear when she was in high school. It was the fear that somehow everyone could see just how different she really was. Sighing to herself, Liz began to get ready for work.
Thaniel and Alorah walked side by side in silence. Neither one knew how to express the dread that started to creep into the pit of their stomachs. But then after several moments of complete silence both decided talking about it was better than fearing it in silence.
“Get any sleep last night?” Alorah spoke first. She never had much patience and today was no exception.
“Not a wink.” Thaniel replied as a yawn crept up on him. He shoved his hands into his large baggy jeans and continued to look down at the ground as they walked to school.
“Well, that makes two of us. I could barely hold down my breakfast.” Alorah said, holding her stomach as her nerves caused it to lurch again.
“At least you managed that much.” Thaniel said with a blush. As he went to look at the ground, it was then he really noticed the outfit that Alorah had chosen to wear. Gone were the baggy carpenter pants and extra long T-shirt. Instead, she wore the latest fashion in jeans and a matching snug fitted blouse that just outlined the curves that seemed to magically appear overnight. “You look,” Thaniel hesitated looking for the right word. “Different?” he asked rather than stated.
Alorah immediately beamed back at her cousin, her brown eyes twinkling “It’s my…” Alorah looks around quickly to make sure no one was with earshot of them. “It’s my new husk! Grandma grew it for me as a surprise!” Thaniel arched an eyebrow and smirked to himself. He would have killed to been a fly on the wall that day.
Just as they approached West Roswell High School, both Alorah and Thaniel stopped dead in their tracks, a few yards in front of the school. Alorah looked wearily at her cousin beside her and sighed, “I really wish we shared the same homeroom.” Thaniel gave Alorah a sympathetic look.
“Don’t worry, you’ll survive.” Thaniel assured her as he began walking in the direction of his homeroom. Alorah gave him a doubtful look and began walking in the opposite direction.
TBC…
~My Fics~
[WIP]
"The One Among Us"
Alorah's Story
[COMPLETED]
Destiny's Still Calling
Consequences of a Child
-
tarajeff73
- Addicted Roswellian
- Posts: 111
- Joined: Fri Mar 05, 2004 3:24 pm
- Location: Calgary AB Canada
- Contact:
Here ya go guys!! sorry it took so long enjoy!! 
Part 4
When Alorah stepped into her homeroom class, she was relieved to find that she had arrived rather early, and had a good selection of seats to choose from. Slipping her backpack from her shoulders, she chose a seat further towards the back.
When her schedule arrived in the mail earlier that summer Alorah discovered that her mother and father’s biology teacher was still teaching and would be her biology teacher for her freshman year. Alorah thought nothing of it, but was curious about the strange look that spread across her parent’s face as they looked at each other and blushed.
“New here huh?” a voiced asked from her left. Alorah turned to see a slender girl with dark skin and dark brown eyes. Her hair started out braided close to the scalp but then faded into a small afro toward the center of her scalp .Her nose was what one would call a “button nose” and her smile was accompanied with a small dimple on the left side; from what Alorah could tell, the girl was an inch or two taller than her.
“Not exactly.” Alorah replied shaking her head. The dark skinned girl looked at her, puzzled.
“I didn’t see you in West Roswell middle school,” the girl replied looking at Alorah intently, trying to hard to remember her face.
Alorah shifted uncomfortably under the girl’s stare. “Well, I lived heer for a few years after I was born, but them my parents decided to move. After a while they got homesick, so we moved back,” Alorah lied. Although the story wasn’t a complete lie Alorah felt bad just the same. How her parents ever got used to doing such a thing, she’d never know. Alorah knew it was to keep her safe, but what good came out of friendships if you started out lying?
“Oh, you poor thing!” girl replied obviously feeling bad for Alorah. “The day after I graduate, I am leaving Roswell New Mexico and never looking back!”
Alorah smirked at the girl. “I can totally relate.” And that much was the truth. “My name is Maria-Alorah, but everyone just calls me Alorah.”
The dark skinned girl smiled at Alorah. “My name is Aysha,” she replied. “Not to be mistaken for Ayesha.”
Alorah gave her newfound friend a mock serious look. “Noted.”
Moments later the first period bell went off and a few last minuters scurried into the classroom, the noise level picking up a few notches.
“Okay people, settle down please!” A male voice demanded loudly over the several conversations. It only took a moment for the conversations to fade into silence, as all students’ eyes were on the aging biology teacher.
“Welcome to ninth grade biology. I am Mr. Seligman. I will be covering for Ms. Hardy while she is expected to be out for a week due to an illness. So let’s begin with attendance,” he stated as he pulled an attendance sheet from the main drawer from Ms. Hardy’s desk. As he shot off names he recieved a mumbled “here,” from each student.
“Alorah Evans.” Mr. Seligman raised a curious eye as a petite dark-eyed, dark haired girl raised her hand. One glance over and he knew without a doubt who her parents were. Although most people were familiar with the Evan’s name coming from the now retired attorney Phillip Evans, he knew the name by the male student and his girlfriend who frequented the eraser room throughout their time in West Roswell high school. He arched a brow. “As in Liz Parker and Max Evans?” Mr. Seligman asked.
Alorah was stunned. Her parents must have made quite an impression on this teacher to have him remember them by name. She nodded without giving away anymore.
Mr. Seligman cleared his throat. “Well, let’s hope you do not follow in your parents footsteps and make the eraser room your home away from home?”
Alorah had no idea to what Mr. Seligman was referring to, but it seemed from the snickers coming from everywhere around the classroom that everyone else did.
Forty-five minutes later the bell signifying the end of 1st period rang. Alorah gathered up her backpack and headed out the classroom.
“Hey! Wait up!” Aysha called out as she caught up with Alorah. “Maybe we should compare schedules, you know, to see if we are in other classes together or something.”
“Yeah, good idea,” Alorah replied sheepishly. She had made her first friend, and was relieved that she would not be alone on her first day.
As they leaned back against a set of lockers, examining each other’s schedules, she heard Aysha give a snort.
“What is it?” she asked curiously glancing at the girl then to her schedule.
Aysha gave Alorah yet another curious stare. “What are you, some kind of brainiac?” she asked incredulously.
Alorah felt her stomach drop. Would Aysha figure out she’s alien? Were her advance classes a dead give away. ‘See!’ a voice in her head scolded. ‘This is why you never lie!’ Alorah looked at the girl nervously, waiting for her friend to put two and two together. But it never came.
“Oh good! We share the same P.E class!” the girl replied with glee, giving Alorah a dazzling smile.
But Aysha no longer had Alorah’s full attention. Instead Alorah’s gaze was transfixed on a blonde hair blue eyed jock that was laughing and horse playing with a few other guys around him.
“That would be Eric Herrington,” Alorah heard Aysha say. “Upper classman. Junior. Pretty cool guy actually, considering he’s a jock. Only one down side though.”
Alorah turned to her friend. “What’s that?”
Aysha nodded back to Eric’s direction. “Alicia Valentine,” Aysha explained as a curvaceous brunette suddenly came up from behind and encircled her slender arms around Eric Herrington’s waist. “She’s been the female lead in most of our high school plays, including ‘Romeo and Juliet’. She has every guy in the Junior and senior classes pining after her. From the looks of it, it looks like Eric has recently signed into the fan club.”
Alorah felt her heart sink as the popular brunette flirted openly with what Alorah believed to be the finest guy in the entire West Roswell High school.
‘Why do girls like that always get the good looking guys?’ Alorah complained inside her head. Then suddenly the sky blue eyes that twinkled playfully at the brunette before him looked directly into Alorah’s.
Alorah gasped quietly as the sensation of someone whispering closely in her ear and gently breathing down the length of her neck left her flushed. When the sensation had passed, Alorah found Alicia giving her an icy glare, and her new friend Aysha looking at her, perplexed.
“I’d stay away from that one if I were you,” Aysha replied frowning as she looked from Eric to Alorah. “Last time an under classman flirted with a guy Alicia wanted, it was not pretty. She had the poor girl in tears.”
Alorah gave a resigning sigh as the second period bell rang. There would always be another time. Alorah knew Alicia’s type, and she knew Alicia would not be interested in Eric for very long.
“See ya in gym?” Aysha asked. Alorah smiled and nodded.
“See ya then,” Alorah said turning in the direction of her next class
Part 4
When Alorah stepped into her homeroom class, she was relieved to find that she had arrived rather early, and had a good selection of seats to choose from. Slipping her backpack from her shoulders, she chose a seat further towards the back.
When her schedule arrived in the mail earlier that summer Alorah discovered that her mother and father’s biology teacher was still teaching and would be her biology teacher for her freshman year. Alorah thought nothing of it, but was curious about the strange look that spread across her parent’s face as they looked at each other and blushed.
“New here huh?” a voiced asked from her left. Alorah turned to see a slender girl with dark skin and dark brown eyes. Her hair started out braided close to the scalp but then faded into a small afro toward the center of her scalp .Her nose was what one would call a “button nose” and her smile was accompanied with a small dimple on the left side; from what Alorah could tell, the girl was an inch or two taller than her.
“Not exactly.” Alorah replied shaking her head. The dark skinned girl looked at her, puzzled.
“I didn’t see you in West Roswell middle school,” the girl replied looking at Alorah intently, trying to hard to remember her face.
Alorah shifted uncomfortably under the girl’s stare. “Well, I lived heer for a few years after I was born, but them my parents decided to move. After a while they got homesick, so we moved back,” Alorah lied. Although the story wasn’t a complete lie Alorah felt bad just the same. How her parents ever got used to doing such a thing, she’d never know. Alorah knew it was to keep her safe, but what good came out of friendships if you started out lying?
“Oh, you poor thing!” girl replied obviously feeling bad for Alorah. “The day after I graduate, I am leaving Roswell New Mexico and never looking back!”
Alorah smirked at the girl. “I can totally relate.” And that much was the truth. “My name is Maria-Alorah, but everyone just calls me Alorah.”
The dark skinned girl smiled at Alorah. “My name is Aysha,” she replied. “Not to be mistaken for Ayesha.”
Alorah gave her newfound friend a mock serious look. “Noted.”
Moments later the first period bell went off and a few last minuters scurried into the classroom, the noise level picking up a few notches.
“Okay people, settle down please!” A male voice demanded loudly over the several conversations. It only took a moment for the conversations to fade into silence, as all students’ eyes were on the aging biology teacher.
“Welcome to ninth grade biology. I am Mr. Seligman. I will be covering for Ms. Hardy while she is expected to be out for a week due to an illness. So let’s begin with attendance,” he stated as he pulled an attendance sheet from the main drawer from Ms. Hardy’s desk. As he shot off names he recieved a mumbled “here,” from each student.
“Alorah Evans.” Mr. Seligman raised a curious eye as a petite dark-eyed, dark haired girl raised her hand. One glance over and he knew without a doubt who her parents were. Although most people were familiar with the Evan’s name coming from the now retired attorney Phillip Evans, he knew the name by the male student and his girlfriend who frequented the eraser room throughout their time in West Roswell high school. He arched a brow. “As in Liz Parker and Max Evans?” Mr. Seligman asked.
Alorah was stunned. Her parents must have made quite an impression on this teacher to have him remember them by name. She nodded without giving away anymore.
Mr. Seligman cleared his throat. “Well, let’s hope you do not follow in your parents footsteps and make the eraser room your home away from home?”
Alorah had no idea to what Mr. Seligman was referring to, but it seemed from the snickers coming from everywhere around the classroom that everyone else did.
Forty-five minutes later the bell signifying the end of 1st period rang. Alorah gathered up her backpack and headed out the classroom.
“Hey! Wait up!” Aysha called out as she caught up with Alorah. “Maybe we should compare schedules, you know, to see if we are in other classes together or something.”
“Yeah, good idea,” Alorah replied sheepishly. She had made her first friend, and was relieved that she would not be alone on her first day.
As they leaned back against a set of lockers, examining each other’s schedules, she heard Aysha give a snort.
“What is it?” she asked curiously glancing at the girl then to her schedule.
Aysha gave Alorah yet another curious stare. “What are you, some kind of brainiac?” she asked incredulously.
Alorah felt her stomach drop. Would Aysha figure out she’s alien? Were her advance classes a dead give away. ‘See!’ a voice in her head scolded. ‘This is why you never lie!’ Alorah looked at the girl nervously, waiting for her friend to put two and two together. But it never came.
“Oh good! We share the same P.E class!” the girl replied with glee, giving Alorah a dazzling smile.
But Aysha no longer had Alorah’s full attention. Instead Alorah’s gaze was transfixed on a blonde hair blue eyed jock that was laughing and horse playing with a few other guys around him.
“That would be Eric Herrington,” Alorah heard Aysha say. “Upper classman. Junior. Pretty cool guy actually, considering he’s a jock. Only one down side though.”
Alorah turned to her friend. “What’s that?”
Aysha nodded back to Eric’s direction. “Alicia Valentine,” Aysha explained as a curvaceous brunette suddenly came up from behind and encircled her slender arms around Eric Herrington’s waist. “She’s been the female lead in most of our high school plays, including ‘Romeo and Juliet’. She has every guy in the Junior and senior classes pining after her. From the looks of it, it looks like Eric has recently signed into the fan club.”
Alorah felt her heart sink as the popular brunette flirted openly with what Alorah believed to be the finest guy in the entire West Roswell High school.
‘Why do girls like that always get the good looking guys?’ Alorah complained inside her head. Then suddenly the sky blue eyes that twinkled playfully at the brunette before him looked directly into Alorah’s.
Alorah gasped quietly as the sensation of someone whispering closely in her ear and gently breathing down the length of her neck left her flushed. When the sensation had passed, Alorah found Alicia giving her an icy glare, and her new friend Aysha looking at her, perplexed.
“I’d stay away from that one if I were you,” Aysha replied frowning as she looked from Eric to Alorah. “Last time an under classman flirted with a guy Alicia wanted, it was not pretty. She had the poor girl in tears.”
Alorah gave a resigning sigh as the second period bell rang. There would always be another time. Alorah knew Alicia’s type, and she knew Alicia would not be interested in Eric for very long.
“See ya in gym?” Aysha asked. Alorah smiled and nodded.
“See ya then,” Alorah said turning in the direction of her next class
~My Fics~
[WIP]
"The One Among Us"
Alorah's Story
[COMPLETED]
Destiny's Still Calling
Consequences of a Child
-
tarajeff73
- Addicted Roswellian
- Posts: 111
- Joined: Fri Mar 05, 2004 3:24 pm
- Location: Calgary AB Canada
- Contact:
Part 5
IT was finally the last period of the day, and Alorah was frustrated and quite irritated at the amount of textbooks she would be requiring for the year. As she sat down, she frowned down at the textbook already placed on her desk in front of her that read “Integrated Geometry”.
“See that’s one of the reasons we have P.E!” Thaniel voice says coming from the desk behind. “So we’ll be strong enough to carry those things.”
Alorah spun around and smiled at her blonde haired cousin. “Your in this class too? I didn’t even see you sitting there.” Alorah asked eagerly.
Thaniel gave a crooked smirk as he arched his brow. “You didn’t think you were the only genius in the family did you?”
Alorah rolled her eyes. “One 10th grade class, hardly makes you a genius” she replies dryly.
“Are we forgetting that you are talking to a Eleven….” Thaniel begins to retort but then Alorah’s petite hand covers his mouth before he able to finish the sentence. Her eyes flash a warning, as she mentally flashes him an image of her father reading the newspaper, and the article on alien and alien hybrid registration. When she removes her hand, he says nothing and gives her a stricken look.
“Can they do that? Is that even legal?” Thaniel asks in a hushed tone after a few moments of silence.
“They can and they did.” Alorah replied, anger flashing in her dark brown eyes.
As the 9th period bell rings, Alorah sees the sparkling blue eyes that she was admiring earlier that morning, looking at her once again as Eric rushes into the class room and takes a seat in the front row of the class room.
Once again, Alorah had to endure another boring welcome lecture and curricular outline for the year, from a teacher by the name of Mr. Callahan. “Welcome! to integrated geometry!” the heavy set man began cheerfully.
The lul in the man’s voice began to make Alorah feel tired and she yawned in response. Resting her chin on her curled fingers, Alorah’s eyelids began to droop. Suddenly the bell rings. Alorah’s eyes snap open. “What? Huh? What did I miss?” she asked confused
Thaniel chuckles at her. “Not much.” He replies and then points to the drool that was running down her arm. Alorah crinkled her nose in disgust and then looked around cautiously to make sure no one was looking. Then she waved a hand over the drool and instantly it disappeared.
“Breaking daddy’s rules are we?” Thaniel asked inquired.
Alorah flashed Thaniel a dirty look. “My parents don’t control my every move. I’m my own person. I’m in my own control.”
As the passed through the doorway out of the Geometry class, Alorah felt her head begin to buzz, and then again whispers that she couldn’t make out, coming from all around her.
Alorah leaned against the doorway, as a surge of hormones assaulted her senses and most private areas of her body. It lasted only a few seconds, and then as quickly as it came, it was gone. When she opened her eyes, Thaniel was looking over concerned.
“Are you okay? What happened?” he asked frowning.
Alorah rubbed her temples trying to hold at bay, a headache she felt coming on. “I dunno,” she replied “I think I might be coming down with something.”
After a quiet walk home, Thaniel and Alorah walked into the Evans’s home to find the entire pod squad and offspring present and accounted for, gathered in the kitchen.
The feel of the room was one of complete doom. Something was wrong, seriously wrong, and you didn’t need alien DNA to figure it out.
Both Thaniel and Alorah stepped into the kitchen puzzled. There hadn’t been a family get together like the likes of this one since the birth of Their Uncle Michael’s daughter, Kerry- Ann, who now was getting near the age where she too would be entering West Roswell High. But it wasn’t until the two came eye to eye with their Aunt Serena did they realize the seriousness of the gathering. Whatever the gathering was about, Serena’s presence indicated one thing, the “Royal Four” was in danger.
Alorah flashed a slight look of panic to her parents. “Mom? Dad? What’s going on?”
As, the young hybrids took a seat amongst their family Serena looked around at them all, gravely. Alorah took a seat next to her mother and father as her cousin took a seat by his obviously worried mother.
“I called you here today, because it has come to the Antarian governments attention that earth’s main government has been infiltrated by one of Antar’s past enemies, the Sheekarians. They are the ones that encouraged Earth’s government to set up the alien/hybrid registrations as a mean to identify and filter out all Antarians on earth.” Serena explained. Her form stood stiff due to military training, but her green eyes flickered angrily as she mentioned name of their ancient enemy.
“So let the Antarian government handle it.” Michael said standing up, not really caring.
“Isn’t that why Max gave up the throne? So the people had a say, rather than us making the decision for them?”
Serena crossed her slender arms and frowned at her older brother. I was exactly the kind of response she had expected from him. Stubborn and pig headed to the end. It was always Rath’s way.
“Rath, this affects everyone. All Antarians, especially the once “Royal Four” Serena warned. So sit down and listen.” She then looked at all of them apologetically. “I’m afraid, this will effect you AND your children.
Alorah’s mother suddenly looked in her direction and then to her brothers in panic. It was Max who now stood up and stared at Serena suspiciously. “Serena, what are you getting at?” his voice low and almost threatening. Max was used to his life being threatened it had been the norm for him since the day he emerged from his pod chamber, to the day Tess had been taken to the future to be rehabilitated. But Max would never allow his family to be threatened.
Serena withered slightly in Max’s angry glare. It had been wrong not to tell him. The Antarian government had thought the Sheerkarian race long since extinct. Only yesterday had the Elders “seen” the vengeful alien’s plot, and its actual chance for success.
“The Sheekarian race is and ancient race. During a time when your father still lived, they attacked a planet in which we were allies with. That planet was called Arianous. The Sheekarian would overtake a planet, then strip it of all its natural resources. Then later they would impregnate all females that that opposed their will. It was their way of making their mark and a planet.” Serena informed them.
Isabel Whitman’s expression was one of aghast and pure fear, and she held her son tightly, and scooped her blonde headed twin daughters close to her side. Kyle and Ava gripped each other’s hands tightly, as their 2-year-old son Jimmy played a their feet.
“Oh my god!” Liz whispered loudly “How barbaric!”
“There’s more.” Serena warned. “Max, your father ordered an attack against the Sheekarians. With the help from the sister planets, we won. However, the Sheekarian warned there would be time when they would come back, and kill all whom aided in the attack, including any and all royal decedents.”
“What!” both Max and Michael yelled in unison. Michael stepped forward “How come we were never told this before!” he bellowed.
At that moment, Serena wasn’t sure that her legs were going hold her weight for very much longer. Although for the most part Serena was a strong soldier and was capable of showing no fear; the fact the former king and his second in command were right, took the wind out of her sails. Serena had asked the newly founded government years back, to educate the hybrids of their planets the highly elected officials later decided history, but it that there was no need, and that the Sheerkarians were indeed extinct.
Serena watched as Max clenched and unclenched his jaw. It was something she had seen him do many times in the past, before he gave his throne up to its people. Max then looked to Michael “What do you think?”
Michael frowned in thought. Although Max asking Michael his opinion had been a very rare occasion, Michael found that since Max had given up the throne. He cared more and more what Michael had thought. Michael liked it. It made him feel that he and Max were on an equal playing field when it came to power and decisions.
Michael then looked Max Square in the eyes. “I say its time to break out the “Royal Four” once again.”
The look on Max’s face was one of sheer surprise. It had been the last thing Max had expected Michael to say; from the expression on Maria’s face the feeling was the same.
“But I thought you were done with that part of our lives.” Max asked.
“ I am, but I am not about to let my children experience life in a foster home. They deserve better than what I went through.” The fierceness in Michael’s tone softened a bit when he spoke of his children. “Besides, Maria gave up so much just to be with me. A normal life, her music career; I couldn’t possibly ask her for very life too. No, I’ll fight every last one of them if I have too.”
Liz stood up next to Max. “Max its not Antar anymore. We have to fight, for our children’s sake.”
Max then glanced over at Alex and his sister. Isabel’s face was ash white with fear, but she squared her shoulders. “We have to Max. Otherwise, they will kill everyone we love. Count me in!”
Alex nodded, “You can count me in as well Max.”
Max then glance over at Ava who was picking up little Jimmy. “I am in of course.” The punk haired blonde announce without hesitating.
“Got room for two more?” a familiar voice asked from the doorway. There stood and a blonde hair blue eyed version of Max Evans and surprisingly enough by his side was Tess Harding.
TBC.....................
IT was finally the last period of the day, and Alorah was frustrated and quite irritated at the amount of textbooks she would be requiring for the year. As she sat down, she frowned down at the textbook already placed on her desk in front of her that read “Integrated Geometry”.
“See that’s one of the reasons we have P.E!” Thaniel voice says coming from the desk behind. “So we’ll be strong enough to carry those things.”
Alorah spun around and smiled at her blonde haired cousin. “Your in this class too? I didn’t even see you sitting there.” Alorah asked eagerly.
Thaniel gave a crooked smirk as he arched his brow. “You didn’t think you were the only genius in the family did you?”
Alorah rolled her eyes. “One 10th grade class, hardly makes you a genius” she replies dryly.
“Are we forgetting that you are talking to a Eleven….” Thaniel begins to retort but then Alorah’s petite hand covers his mouth before he able to finish the sentence. Her eyes flash a warning, as she mentally flashes him an image of her father reading the newspaper, and the article on alien and alien hybrid registration. When she removes her hand, he says nothing and gives her a stricken look.
“Can they do that? Is that even legal?” Thaniel asks in a hushed tone after a few moments of silence.
“They can and they did.” Alorah replied, anger flashing in her dark brown eyes.
As the 9th period bell rings, Alorah sees the sparkling blue eyes that she was admiring earlier that morning, looking at her once again as Eric rushes into the class room and takes a seat in the front row of the class room.
Once again, Alorah had to endure another boring welcome lecture and curricular outline for the year, from a teacher by the name of Mr. Callahan. “Welcome! to integrated geometry!” the heavy set man began cheerfully.
The lul in the man’s voice began to make Alorah feel tired and she yawned in response. Resting her chin on her curled fingers, Alorah’s eyelids began to droop. Suddenly the bell rings. Alorah’s eyes snap open. “What? Huh? What did I miss?” she asked confused
Thaniel chuckles at her. “Not much.” He replies and then points to the drool that was running down her arm. Alorah crinkled her nose in disgust and then looked around cautiously to make sure no one was looking. Then she waved a hand over the drool and instantly it disappeared.
“Breaking daddy’s rules are we?” Thaniel asked inquired.
Alorah flashed Thaniel a dirty look. “My parents don’t control my every move. I’m my own person. I’m in my own control.”
As the passed through the doorway out of the Geometry class, Alorah felt her head begin to buzz, and then again whispers that she couldn’t make out, coming from all around her.
Alorah leaned against the doorway, as a surge of hormones assaulted her senses and most private areas of her body. It lasted only a few seconds, and then as quickly as it came, it was gone. When she opened her eyes, Thaniel was looking over concerned.
“Are you okay? What happened?” he asked frowning.
Alorah rubbed her temples trying to hold at bay, a headache she felt coming on. “I dunno,” she replied “I think I might be coming down with something.”
After a quiet walk home, Thaniel and Alorah walked into the Evans’s home to find the entire pod squad and offspring present and accounted for, gathered in the kitchen.
The feel of the room was one of complete doom. Something was wrong, seriously wrong, and you didn’t need alien DNA to figure it out.
Both Thaniel and Alorah stepped into the kitchen puzzled. There hadn’t been a family get together like the likes of this one since the birth of Their Uncle Michael’s daughter, Kerry- Ann, who now was getting near the age where she too would be entering West Roswell High. But it wasn’t until the two came eye to eye with their Aunt Serena did they realize the seriousness of the gathering. Whatever the gathering was about, Serena’s presence indicated one thing, the “Royal Four” was in danger.
Alorah flashed a slight look of panic to her parents. “Mom? Dad? What’s going on?”
As, the young hybrids took a seat amongst their family Serena looked around at them all, gravely. Alorah took a seat next to her mother and father as her cousin took a seat by his obviously worried mother.
“I called you here today, because it has come to the Antarian governments attention that earth’s main government has been infiltrated by one of Antar’s past enemies, the Sheekarians. They are the ones that encouraged Earth’s government to set up the alien/hybrid registrations as a mean to identify and filter out all Antarians on earth.” Serena explained. Her form stood stiff due to military training, but her green eyes flickered angrily as she mentioned name of their ancient enemy.
“So let the Antarian government handle it.” Michael said standing up, not really caring.
“Isn’t that why Max gave up the throne? So the people had a say, rather than us making the decision for them?”
Serena crossed her slender arms and frowned at her older brother. I was exactly the kind of response she had expected from him. Stubborn and pig headed to the end. It was always Rath’s way.
“Rath, this affects everyone. All Antarians, especially the once “Royal Four” Serena warned. So sit down and listen.” She then looked at all of them apologetically. “I’m afraid, this will effect you AND your children.
Alorah’s mother suddenly looked in her direction and then to her brothers in panic. It was Max who now stood up and stared at Serena suspiciously. “Serena, what are you getting at?” his voice low and almost threatening. Max was used to his life being threatened it had been the norm for him since the day he emerged from his pod chamber, to the day Tess had been taken to the future to be rehabilitated. But Max would never allow his family to be threatened.
Serena withered slightly in Max’s angry glare. It had been wrong not to tell him. The Antarian government had thought the Sheerkarian race long since extinct. Only yesterday had the Elders “seen” the vengeful alien’s plot, and its actual chance for success.
“The Sheekarian race is and ancient race. During a time when your father still lived, they attacked a planet in which we were allies with. That planet was called Arianous. The Sheekarian would overtake a planet, then strip it of all its natural resources. Then later they would impregnate all females that that opposed their will. It was their way of making their mark and a planet.” Serena informed them.
Isabel Whitman’s expression was one of aghast and pure fear, and she held her son tightly, and scooped her blonde headed twin daughters close to her side. Kyle and Ava gripped each other’s hands tightly, as their 2-year-old son Jimmy played a their feet.
“Oh my god!” Liz whispered loudly “How barbaric!”
“There’s more.” Serena warned. “Max, your father ordered an attack against the Sheekarians. With the help from the sister planets, we won. However, the Sheekarian warned there would be time when they would come back, and kill all whom aided in the attack, including any and all royal decedents.”
“What!” both Max and Michael yelled in unison. Michael stepped forward “How come we were never told this before!” he bellowed.
At that moment, Serena wasn’t sure that her legs were going hold her weight for very much longer. Although for the most part Serena was a strong soldier and was capable of showing no fear; the fact the former king and his second in command were right, took the wind out of her sails. Serena had asked the newly founded government years back, to educate the hybrids of their planets the highly elected officials later decided history, but it that there was no need, and that the Sheerkarians were indeed extinct.
Serena watched as Max clenched and unclenched his jaw. It was something she had seen him do many times in the past, before he gave his throne up to its people. Max then looked to Michael “What do you think?”
Michael frowned in thought. Although Max asking Michael his opinion had been a very rare occasion, Michael found that since Max had given up the throne. He cared more and more what Michael had thought. Michael liked it. It made him feel that he and Max were on an equal playing field when it came to power and decisions.
Michael then looked Max Square in the eyes. “I say its time to break out the “Royal Four” once again.”
The look on Max’s face was one of sheer surprise. It had been the last thing Max had expected Michael to say; from the expression on Maria’s face the feeling was the same.
“But I thought you were done with that part of our lives.” Max asked.
“ I am, but I am not about to let my children experience life in a foster home. They deserve better than what I went through.” The fierceness in Michael’s tone softened a bit when he spoke of his children. “Besides, Maria gave up so much just to be with me. A normal life, her music career; I couldn’t possibly ask her for very life too. No, I’ll fight every last one of them if I have too.”
Liz stood up next to Max. “Max its not Antar anymore. We have to fight, for our children’s sake.”
Max then glanced over at Alex and his sister. Isabel’s face was ash white with fear, but she squared her shoulders. “We have to Max. Otherwise, they will kill everyone we love. Count me in!”
Alex nodded, “You can count me in as well Max.”
Max then glance over at Ava who was picking up little Jimmy. “I am in of course.” The punk haired blonde announce without hesitating.
“Got room for two more?” a familiar voice asked from the doorway. There stood and a blonde hair blue eyed version of Max Evans and surprisingly enough by his side was Tess Harding.
TBC.....................
~My Fics~
[WIP]
"The One Among Us"
Alorah's Story
[COMPLETED]
Destiny's Still Calling
Consequences of a Child
-
tarajeff73
- Addicted Roswellian
- Posts: 111
- Joined: Fri Mar 05, 2004 3:24 pm
- Location: Calgary AB Canada
- Contact:
Zan always knew how to make an entrance, and this occasion was no exception.
Alorah beamed when she saw her rebellious uncle in the doorway. He was always doing things opposite of her father. Whenever Max was being careful, Uncle Zan would be reckless. Whenever Max was sensitive, Zan would be abrasive. So when Zan came back from his on again off again “soul searching,” sporting blonde hair and blue eyes, naturally everyone was stunned—everyone that is except for Alorah. To her, he was living out Alorah’s secrets wishes, and Alorah idolized him for it. To her, he was just like the secret side of her that begged to be released. This time Zan’s rebelliousness had managed to disappoint even her as she eyed the petite blond standing by his side.
“Well don’t everyone say hello at once!” Zan said frowning at everyone’s lack of enthusiasm, as if it had been the first time he encountered the response. Tess looked up at Zan, her uneasiness evident.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have come,” she said as she looked around the room at the suspicious and very unwelcoming glares.
“What? No! Don’t be ridiculous. You belong here just as much as anyone else.” Zan said jutting out his chin, daring anyone to say otherwise. Zan no longer sported many piercings, but kept his eyebrow piercing, and one set of earrings. But his goatee remained intact. His hair was now short spiky and a light blond.
“Besides, sounds like they are going to need the extra help.” Zan observed.
“We have this under control.” Max said clenching his jaw. Since his arrival from New York, Max found Zan’s presence unnerving. He always looked forward to his “soul searching” episodes, because it meant no picking up after his mistakes for a while. Seeing Zan with Tess struck a nerve with Max. Although Tess was mind warped courtesy of Alex’s new invention, seeing Zan paired up with her gave him a feeling of impending doom.
Tess looked down at the floor as she swiped at an imaginary pebble on the floor. She disliked coming to the Evans’ home. She was always greeted with angry accusing glares. All her life she and Max, Isabel and Michael had been family since they emerged from their incubation pods. She encouraged Max to be with Liz and help cover it up from the sheriff until he proved himself worthy of their trust. But after her temporary stay at Alex’s rehab clinic, everyone has been cold and distant towards her.
“Uncle Zan!” Alorah squealed happily and rushed over to her uncle whom extended his arms for a hug.
“Hey! How’s my little princess?” he asked hugging the exuberant girl.
Alorah’s grin broadened at the sound of her uncle’s nickname for her. Since she was five years old she had dreamed of being able to go to royal balls and wear fancy dresses and walk around in a princess’s crown. Then one day her father announced he was giving up the throne, so Antar may be ruled by its people. Heartbroken and crying Alorah refused to come out of her room for half a day. A year after having been settled on earth Alorah forgot about her desire for royal balls and began enjoying her life as a “normal human”.
“Great! I started my first day of high school today!” Alorah replied her eyes sparkling.
“And? How was it?” Zan asked looking at her curiously.
Alorah gave a snort. “Just another year to breeze through!” she replied and then flicked a lock of hair over her shoulder.
Zan smiled at Alorah amused. “The Goth look is out I take it?” he asked noticing that Alorah was no longer sporting the dark clothes and eyeliner she had favored earlier that summer, and now looked so much more like her mother.
“It was a phase.” Alorah said trying to sound older.
Hugging her uncle one last time, Alorah stared at Tess curiously. In her heart she prayed that the woman did not replace the special place in her uncle’s heart. Tess smiled back at the girl.
“Hi,” Tess said timidly “I’m Tess.” Alorah broke from her uncle’s embrace and stepped towards Tess carefully.
“I’m Alorah.” She replied boldly. With the introduction done, it was as if it was a cue for the silence to end and to room started to buzz with conversation again. Serena approached the newly arrived hybrids and filled them in on the new danger on their lives.
Zan frowned. “So you think they are trying to filter us out huh?” he asked.
Serena nodded. “The elders have seen it. Apparently they have been here almost as long as we have; just waiting for earth to embrace the knowledge of other life forms.”
Tess’s brow furrowed as she took the information in. “So what do we do now?”
It was a question that burned in everyone’s mind, and when it was asked everyone fell silent and looked at the Antarian expectantly.
“For now, no one is to register, not until we have gathered up enough forces. All Antarians that have registered have already been destroyed.”
Isabel gave a whispered gasp and pulled her children closer. Liz’s hand flew to her mouth in shock and turned to Max in dismay. Max looked down at the floor as he tried to control the rage that was building within him.
“It has been ordered that no one is to enter or leave Antar. No one. So, we are on our own. The ‘Royal Four’ is our only defense,” Serena explained, her voice pleading with Max.
Alorah looked to her father. She had been brought up hearing many stories of the ‘Royal Four’s’ adventures, and the important role they once played on the now democratic planet Antar. Seeing the determined look in her father’s face, Alorah knew she was witnessing what later be a historical moment, the resurrection of the ‘Royal Four.’ When Max looked at Serena and then nodded, the Royal crest once again glowed brightly on his palm.
Serena suddenly looked at Max seriously. “Welcome back, your highness.”
………………………………………………………………………………………………
Later that night, the Evans’s ate in silence. Gabriel sneaked peeks at his father while his younger brother dove into his meal, oblivious to the importance of what had happened earlier. Alorah poked her fork at her food, but her mind was buzzing with questions which had caused her to lose her appetite. Just when she thought the silence at the table would drive her insane, Gabriel spoke up.
“Mom, if dad is king again, does that mean we are princes too?” the oldest boy asked causing his younger brother to look up at their parents curiously as well. Liz and Max looked up at each other and smirked.
“Yes Gab, you and Jonathan are princes again,” Liz replied chuckling.
“Yay!!” the boys cried in unison throwing up their hands as they did. Gabriel puffed out his chest proudly. “That means I am the next king!” he exclaimed taunting his brother.
The younger boy looked at his mother in dismay.
“Wrong creepaziod!” Alorah replied, thoroughly enjoying the chance to finally “one up” her brother, for all the sneaky pranks he had pulled on her. “First born is the next heir to the throne. Oh lookie here, I am the first-born. That makes me next in line. My first law to pass when I am queen; get rid of prank pulling younger brothers!”
Alorah snickered quietly under her breath when she saw her brother Gabriel flash their father a look of panic, then immediately looked down at her plate before her mother could give her a scolding look.
Not wanting another whining fest from her younger children, Liz changed subject. “So Alorah how was your first day of high school?”
Alorah beamed up at her mother and put down her fork. “Great! I made a new friend. Her name is Aysha! She’s seems pretty cool. Oh! And Thaniel and I are in the same Integrated Geometry class.” Then Alorah frowned “I finally got to meet up with your old Astro teacher Mr. Seligman.”
Alorah’s mother’s eyes sparkled as she remembered her former teacher. “Did he remember us?” she asked giving Alorah’s father a curious look that Alorah did not understand.
“Um, yeah,” Alorah replied, "and then mumbled something about the eraser room.”
Alorah noticed a strange looked that passed between her parents, and then a rise in color in their face. That’s when it dawn on her. Alorah crinkled up in disgust. “Eww! Gross! Don’t tell me you guys made out in there!” Alorah stated instead of asking. When the shade of red in her parents darkened, Alorah got her answer.
“Oh great! My Astro teacher will know me not cuz I am a good student, but rather because my parents always made good use of the eraser room!” Alorah complained throwing her hands up as she did.
Max and Liz chuckled a few minutes more then cleared their throats. “Alorah hun,” Liz began. “There is going to come a time when you will really like a boy and...”
It was Alorah turn to blush when she realized her mother was about to start a woman talk in front of her father. “Mom!” But Liz kept going, not thinking.
“When you will like a boy and you might want….”
Alorah’s eyes went wide as color began to creep into her face. “Mom! Not in front of dad!”
Liz looked at Max suddenly and then to her daughter and bit her lip. “Oh! Sorry hun.”
When she heard her two younger brothers snickering, Alorah wanted to go crawl under a rock and hide. There was no way she was planning on telling the strange sensation she felt when she met Eric Herrington; no matter how odd it was.
Feigning a yawn, Alorah excused herself from the table and headed upstairs to her bedroom. It had been a long day and she was eager to put it behind her. The moment Alorah’s head touched her pillow, she instantly fell asleep, dreaming what could only be able to recall that morning as something to do with those bright blue eyes.
TBC..........
Alorah beamed when she saw her rebellious uncle in the doorway. He was always doing things opposite of her father. Whenever Max was being careful, Uncle Zan would be reckless. Whenever Max was sensitive, Zan would be abrasive. So when Zan came back from his on again off again “soul searching,” sporting blonde hair and blue eyes, naturally everyone was stunned—everyone that is except for Alorah. To her, he was living out Alorah’s secrets wishes, and Alorah idolized him for it. To her, he was just like the secret side of her that begged to be released. This time Zan’s rebelliousness had managed to disappoint even her as she eyed the petite blond standing by his side.
“Well don’t everyone say hello at once!” Zan said frowning at everyone’s lack of enthusiasm, as if it had been the first time he encountered the response. Tess looked up at Zan, her uneasiness evident.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have come,” she said as she looked around the room at the suspicious and very unwelcoming glares.
“What? No! Don’t be ridiculous. You belong here just as much as anyone else.” Zan said jutting out his chin, daring anyone to say otherwise. Zan no longer sported many piercings, but kept his eyebrow piercing, and one set of earrings. But his goatee remained intact. His hair was now short spiky and a light blond.
“Besides, sounds like they are going to need the extra help.” Zan observed.
“We have this under control.” Max said clenching his jaw. Since his arrival from New York, Max found Zan’s presence unnerving. He always looked forward to his “soul searching” episodes, because it meant no picking up after his mistakes for a while. Seeing Zan with Tess struck a nerve with Max. Although Tess was mind warped courtesy of Alex’s new invention, seeing Zan paired up with her gave him a feeling of impending doom.
Tess looked down at the floor as she swiped at an imaginary pebble on the floor. She disliked coming to the Evans’ home. She was always greeted with angry accusing glares. All her life she and Max, Isabel and Michael had been family since they emerged from their incubation pods. She encouraged Max to be with Liz and help cover it up from the sheriff until he proved himself worthy of their trust. But after her temporary stay at Alex’s rehab clinic, everyone has been cold and distant towards her.
“Uncle Zan!” Alorah squealed happily and rushed over to her uncle whom extended his arms for a hug.
“Hey! How’s my little princess?” he asked hugging the exuberant girl.
Alorah’s grin broadened at the sound of her uncle’s nickname for her. Since she was five years old she had dreamed of being able to go to royal balls and wear fancy dresses and walk around in a princess’s crown. Then one day her father announced he was giving up the throne, so Antar may be ruled by its people. Heartbroken and crying Alorah refused to come out of her room for half a day. A year after having been settled on earth Alorah forgot about her desire for royal balls and began enjoying her life as a “normal human”.
“Great! I started my first day of high school today!” Alorah replied her eyes sparkling.
“And? How was it?” Zan asked looking at her curiously.
Alorah gave a snort. “Just another year to breeze through!” she replied and then flicked a lock of hair over her shoulder.
Zan smiled at Alorah amused. “The Goth look is out I take it?” he asked noticing that Alorah was no longer sporting the dark clothes and eyeliner she had favored earlier that summer, and now looked so much more like her mother.
“It was a phase.” Alorah said trying to sound older.
Hugging her uncle one last time, Alorah stared at Tess curiously. In her heart she prayed that the woman did not replace the special place in her uncle’s heart. Tess smiled back at the girl.
“Hi,” Tess said timidly “I’m Tess.” Alorah broke from her uncle’s embrace and stepped towards Tess carefully.
“I’m Alorah.” She replied boldly. With the introduction done, it was as if it was a cue for the silence to end and to room started to buzz with conversation again. Serena approached the newly arrived hybrids and filled them in on the new danger on their lives.
Zan frowned. “So you think they are trying to filter us out huh?” he asked.
Serena nodded. “The elders have seen it. Apparently they have been here almost as long as we have; just waiting for earth to embrace the knowledge of other life forms.”
Tess’s brow furrowed as she took the information in. “So what do we do now?”
It was a question that burned in everyone’s mind, and when it was asked everyone fell silent and looked at the Antarian expectantly.
“For now, no one is to register, not until we have gathered up enough forces. All Antarians that have registered have already been destroyed.”
Isabel gave a whispered gasp and pulled her children closer. Liz’s hand flew to her mouth in shock and turned to Max in dismay. Max looked down at the floor as he tried to control the rage that was building within him.
“It has been ordered that no one is to enter or leave Antar. No one. So, we are on our own. The ‘Royal Four’ is our only defense,” Serena explained, her voice pleading with Max.
Alorah looked to her father. She had been brought up hearing many stories of the ‘Royal Four’s’ adventures, and the important role they once played on the now democratic planet Antar. Seeing the determined look in her father’s face, Alorah knew she was witnessing what later be a historical moment, the resurrection of the ‘Royal Four.’ When Max looked at Serena and then nodded, the Royal crest once again glowed brightly on his palm.
Serena suddenly looked at Max seriously. “Welcome back, your highness.”
………………………………………………………………………………………………
Later that night, the Evans’s ate in silence. Gabriel sneaked peeks at his father while his younger brother dove into his meal, oblivious to the importance of what had happened earlier. Alorah poked her fork at her food, but her mind was buzzing with questions which had caused her to lose her appetite. Just when she thought the silence at the table would drive her insane, Gabriel spoke up.
“Mom, if dad is king again, does that mean we are princes too?” the oldest boy asked causing his younger brother to look up at their parents curiously as well. Liz and Max looked up at each other and smirked.
“Yes Gab, you and Jonathan are princes again,” Liz replied chuckling.
“Yay!!” the boys cried in unison throwing up their hands as they did. Gabriel puffed out his chest proudly. “That means I am the next king!” he exclaimed taunting his brother.
The younger boy looked at his mother in dismay.
“Wrong creepaziod!” Alorah replied, thoroughly enjoying the chance to finally “one up” her brother, for all the sneaky pranks he had pulled on her. “First born is the next heir to the throne. Oh lookie here, I am the first-born. That makes me next in line. My first law to pass when I am queen; get rid of prank pulling younger brothers!”
Alorah snickered quietly under her breath when she saw her brother Gabriel flash their father a look of panic, then immediately looked down at her plate before her mother could give her a scolding look.
Not wanting another whining fest from her younger children, Liz changed subject. “So Alorah how was your first day of high school?”
Alorah beamed up at her mother and put down her fork. “Great! I made a new friend. Her name is Aysha! She’s seems pretty cool. Oh! And Thaniel and I are in the same Integrated Geometry class.” Then Alorah frowned “I finally got to meet up with your old Astro teacher Mr. Seligman.”
Alorah’s mother’s eyes sparkled as she remembered her former teacher. “Did he remember us?” she asked giving Alorah’s father a curious look that Alorah did not understand.
“Um, yeah,” Alorah replied, "and then mumbled something about the eraser room.”
Alorah noticed a strange looked that passed between her parents, and then a rise in color in their face. That’s when it dawn on her. Alorah crinkled up in disgust. “Eww! Gross! Don’t tell me you guys made out in there!” Alorah stated instead of asking. When the shade of red in her parents darkened, Alorah got her answer.
“Oh great! My Astro teacher will know me not cuz I am a good student, but rather because my parents always made good use of the eraser room!” Alorah complained throwing her hands up as she did.
Max and Liz chuckled a few minutes more then cleared their throats. “Alorah hun,” Liz began. “There is going to come a time when you will really like a boy and...”
It was Alorah turn to blush when she realized her mother was about to start a woman talk in front of her father. “Mom!” But Liz kept going, not thinking.
“When you will like a boy and you might want….”
Alorah’s eyes went wide as color began to creep into her face. “Mom! Not in front of dad!”
Liz looked at Max suddenly and then to her daughter and bit her lip. “Oh! Sorry hun.”
When she heard her two younger brothers snickering, Alorah wanted to go crawl under a rock and hide. There was no way she was planning on telling the strange sensation she felt when she met Eric Herrington; no matter how odd it was.
Feigning a yawn, Alorah excused herself from the table and headed upstairs to her bedroom. It had been a long day and she was eager to put it behind her. The moment Alorah’s head touched her pillow, she instantly fell asleep, dreaming what could only be able to recall that morning as something to do with those bright blue eyes.
TBC..........
~My Fics~
[WIP]
"The One Among Us"
Alorah's Story
[COMPLETED]
Destiny's Still Calling
Consequences of a Child
-
tarajeff73
- Addicted Roswellian
- Posts: 111
- Joined: Fri Mar 05, 2004 3:24 pm
- Location: Calgary AB Canada
- Contact:
Part 7
The moment Alorah walked through the door with her son Isabel Whitman had noticed a change in her oldest niece. It was slight, barely noticeable at all, yet somehow Isabel had noticed it. It had been in Alorah’s eyes and the way they sparkled ever so subtly. Isabel knew better than to think her young niece was sexually active, but she had seen that look before. She had given that look before. With Serena’s arrival Isabel decided to confront Alorah another time, but promised herself to dream-walk the young teenager to make sure.
Dressed in her favorite red silk pajamas, Isabel pulled her blonde hair back into a bun as she began to sift through family photos. Minutes later she slipped under the covers next to her husband.
“Gathering more pictures for the photo album?” he asked but then frowned when he noticed the pictures were not of their children, but rather his best friends’ family. “Isabel? What are you looking for?”
“A picture of Alorah,” Isabel replied and then casually held up one that she found. “Did you happen to notice something different about her today?”
Alex nodded thoughtfully. “As a matter of fact I did, but I thought maybe it was her clothes or hair possibly you know how you women are.”
Isabel frowned at the picture of Alorah. It had been a picture of the young girl early that summer… Alorah had been into Goth that year and had sported a few “alien enhanced” peircings, big clunky boots and blue-black hair. Yet there was no funny little sparkle in the girl’s eyes.
Alex sighed, “Iz, your not going to dream-walk her, are you?”
Isabel looked at her husband guiltily; “I just want to make sure she’s okay.”
“How do you know it isn’t just because she met some guy?” Alex argued as he took off his thin wire framed glasses and rubbed his eyes tiredly.
“I don’t. But I want to make sure, just to be safe.” She replied defensively. She knew she was being overprotective of her oldest niece, but with the ‘Royal Four’s’ return, not only did it make Alorah princess, but the first target their enemies would go after.
Isabel held the picture as she leaned back against her pillow that she had propped up. Placing a finger on the picture, Isabel closed her eyes and reached out with her mind. Moments later, she found herself once again in the corridors of West Roswell High.
As she slowly strolled down a hallway, she smiled to herself, remembering her high school days and hanging out at the Crashdown. Isabel came to a halt when she saw her niece a few yards away. At first Isabel thought she was seeing a very much young version of her brother’s wife. Her hair was styled almost the same way and was walking with an armful of books just like her mother would when she went to class.
Isabel slowly trailed after her niece, stopping short at the classroom door that Alorah had entered. As she watched carefully, she noticed a young boy approach her niece. Alorah, surprisingly enough, began to timidly flirt with him. “She’s got better taste in men than her mother,” Isabel mused to herself. Then suddenly she noticed the boys bright blue eyes look up at her as if he had heard her musing.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said directly to her, his tone obviously irritated. Suddenly Isabel found herself sitting upright in bed with Alex looking at her curiously.
“Isabel? Are you alright?” he asked, holding her shoulders.
”Yeah,” she replied, bewildered. “You were right Alex, she did meet a boy; a very unusual boy.”
………………………………………………………………………………………………
The next day Alorah had rushed to get to school, anxious to see those amazing blue eyes that had haunted her dream. She dreamt that Eric had come up to her in class and they had talked and talked, and openly flirted for all to see including a very jealous Alicia Valentine. It had felt so real and although it hadn’t been, it had given her enough courage to go up and say something anything, just to be able to look into those eyes again. As she rushed to her locker to gather her books, Alorah was pleased to find that Eric was alone at his. Alorah combed her hair with her fingers and then smoothed out invisible wrinkles in her blouse.
“Uh, Hi Eric,” she greeted him in a shy voice. The moment she got the words out, Alorah suddenly felt all her confidence drain out of her.
‘What am I doing?’ she asked, bewildered, inside her head. ‘One dream and suddenly I can talk to anybody? What the heck was I thinking?’ and she pivoted and walked away, just missing the look of disappointment Eric Herrington flashed at her departing form.
“Now that was gutsy,” she heard Aysha say as she took her seat in the classroom. Alorah blushed at her friend’s proclamation.
“You saw that huh?” Alorah asked as the color in her face grew a few shades darker.
“Uh huh, unfortunately for you I was not the only one,” Aysha replied, nodding to Alicia Valentine who was angrily glaring at Alorah openly for all to see. “I told you she’s the last chick you want all pissed off at you,” Aysha warned as she pulled a few books out from her florescent green book bag.
Alorah turned forward and sifted through the notes she had taken the day before. “I had a dream about him last night,” Alorah admitted, turning to her friend who now was wearing a curious smirk.
“A dream huh? Was it an erotic one?” Aysha asked teasingly.
Alorah’s face immediately turned several shades of red, all the way to the tips of her ears—although she had those discreetly covered.
Aysha chuckled and shook her head. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Alorah leaned in close to her friend. “Well, it wasn’t exactly erotic, but it made me feel….”
Aysha leaned in closer hanging onto Alorah’s every word. “Made you feel what?”
Alorah bit her bottom lip as her face turned an even darker red.
“Oh!” Aysha’s eyebrows flick up briefly and she then winked at her friend. She was now understanding what her friend had a hard time expressing. “Alorah hun, that’s an erotic dream.”
Alorah sat back in her chair puzzled. “Oh.”
Only a year ago had Alorah’s parents given her a crash course in human sexuality. The rate of her growth had been unexpected and fast. She had only just turned ten years of age when her parents had noticed her blossoming curves. Although she saw pride in her mothers eyes, she was sure she detected a hint of disappointment, when later that same year, her mother bought her first pack of pads. She knew her mother was glad she was healthy, but she also knew her mother regretted her fast-paced growth. She knew Liz Evans wanted her to be a little girl just a little bit longer.
After her accelerated growth spurt, her uncle Alex discovered that it had something to do with the hybrid DNA in her parents. Without gandarium to help combine and control antarian and human cell growth, the cells would develop at their own whim, and the DNA combinations became unpredictable. Once her aunt Isabel and Uncle Michael began having children of their own, it became evident that all offspring were inheriting most of the dominant genes of both races leaving a small and very human like chance for defects.
At that moment, and not quite listening to her friend, Alorah was considering “lust” to be a serious human defect. Her life was just the way she liked it—predictable with she in control. Then along came some hormones and Eric Herrington. Life had completely thrown her a curve ball. Alorah was debating whether she liked the change or if it was a complete threat to her well-controlled world.
Suddenly Aysha’s snapping fingers broke her from her thoughts. “Yoo-hoo! Earth calling Alorah!” she called.
“What, huh?” Alorah asked, slightly confused as she was broken from her thoughts. “What were you saying?”
“Wow that dream must have really gotten to you,” Aysha said eyeing her friend curiously. “Are you sure you didn’t leave out any details?”
“No!” Alorah replied quickly as the person she was speaking of soon entered the room and did the unexpected; he flashed her a dazzling smile.
Alorah suddenly flashed a stunned look at Aysha who was returning the very same look. Then her friend gave a teasing smirk and raised her brows. Alorah smiled contently to herself and faced forward as Mr. Seligman entered the class. Alorah was beginning to believe that her freshman year in high school was going to be a pretty interesting one indeed.
The next forty-five minutes floated by for Alorah as she barely heard a word Mr. Seligman said. When the bell finally rang, Alorah barely remembered gathering her books and putting them into her book bag.
“Oooo, girl, did you see the way that boy looked at you?” Aysha whispered in her ear as they walked out the classroom door into the hallway. Alorah smirked briefly.
“I’m sure he was just trying to be nice,” she replied with a shrug. Aysha came to a halt and gave Alorah a look of disbelief.
“You’re kidding me right?” Aysha asked, flashing her naive friend a bewildered look. “No guy looking at a girl like that is just being nice. He likes you.”
“You think so?” Alorah asked uncertainly as she watched him walking down the other end of the hall as he went to his next class.
“Trust me I know about these things.” Aysha said confidently just as the second period bell rang. “That would be my exit cue. See you in P.E?”
Alorah smiled and nodded “Yeah, see you there,” she answered. Alorah then turned around and headed off into the opposite direction. Just as she about reached the end of the hall someone suddenly stood out in front of her, blocking her from going any further.
Alorah groaned inwardly when she recognized the girl’s face.
“You’re Evans, right? Alorah Evans?” came an irritated voice as two girls suddenly took a side next to the seriously pissed off girl.
Alorah felt herself take a step backwards. “Uh, yeah, why?” she asked hesitantly, looking at the two extra heads. They were the usual Alicia wannabes and she was out numbered three to one. Had it been just Alicia, Alorah would have found a way to distract the girl and dodge her without so much as a confrontation. Two extra heads meant two witnesses, and with the possibility of antarian enemies being anywhere, Alorah could not take the chance of using her powers to defend herself.
Alorah suddenly found herself slammed against a set of lockers. “I am only going to say this to you once, so you better listen carefully!” Alicia growled at her with a sneer pressing a fistful of Alorah’s blouse painfully against Alorah’s chest. “Eric Herrington is mine! You hear? I don’t want you looking at him, smiling at him, nothing! Stay away from him.”
Alorah looked at the girl, wide-eyed with fear. If Alicia hit her Alorah would not be able to have her father heal her, and she would have to walk around for a week or two with the big nasty bruise.
But Alicia did not hit her, instead she let Alorah slump to the ground in fear and then walked away snickering about her choice in clothes with the other two girls. It came as quickly as her temper did. A brief thought back up with the great need for revenge. Alicia had done this to girls before, trying to keep away the competition. But Alorah was sure the Alicia had never come across someone of the likes of her. Looking around to make sure no one could see, Alorah gave a flick of her wrist, and suddenly Alicia slipped and fell to the ground bottom first. It didn’t feel as good as slapping the obnoxious brunette would have, but it had lightened Alorah’s mood a bit.
[/b]
The moment Alorah walked through the door with her son Isabel Whitman had noticed a change in her oldest niece. It was slight, barely noticeable at all, yet somehow Isabel had noticed it. It had been in Alorah’s eyes and the way they sparkled ever so subtly. Isabel knew better than to think her young niece was sexually active, but she had seen that look before. She had given that look before. With Serena’s arrival Isabel decided to confront Alorah another time, but promised herself to dream-walk the young teenager to make sure.
Dressed in her favorite red silk pajamas, Isabel pulled her blonde hair back into a bun as she began to sift through family photos. Minutes later she slipped under the covers next to her husband.
“Gathering more pictures for the photo album?” he asked but then frowned when he noticed the pictures were not of their children, but rather his best friends’ family. “Isabel? What are you looking for?”
“A picture of Alorah,” Isabel replied and then casually held up one that she found. “Did you happen to notice something different about her today?”
Alex nodded thoughtfully. “As a matter of fact I did, but I thought maybe it was her clothes or hair possibly you know how you women are.”
Isabel frowned at the picture of Alorah. It had been a picture of the young girl early that summer… Alorah had been into Goth that year and had sported a few “alien enhanced” peircings, big clunky boots and blue-black hair. Yet there was no funny little sparkle in the girl’s eyes.
Alex sighed, “Iz, your not going to dream-walk her, are you?”
Isabel looked at her husband guiltily; “I just want to make sure she’s okay.”
“How do you know it isn’t just because she met some guy?” Alex argued as he took off his thin wire framed glasses and rubbed his eyes tiredly.
“I don’t. But I want to make sure, just to be safe.” She replied defensively. She knew she was being overprotective of her oldest niece, but with the ‘Royal Four’s’ return, not only did it make Alorah princess, but the first target their enemies would go after.
Isabel held the picture as she leaned back against her pillow that she had propped up. Placing a finger on the picture, Isabel closed her eyes and reached out with her mind. Moments later, she found herself once again in the corridors of West Roswell High.
As she slowly strolled down a hallway, she smiled to herself, remembering her high school days and hanging out at the Crashdown. Isabel came to a halt when she saw her niece a few yards away. At first Isabel thought she was seeing a very much young version of her brother’s wife. Her hair was styled almost the same way and was walking with an armful of books just like her mother would when she went to class.
Isabel slowly trailed after her niece, stopping short at the classroom door that Alorah had entered. As she watched carefully, she noticed a young boy approach her niece. Alorah, surprisingly enough, began to timidly flirt with him. “She’s got better taste in men than her mother,” Isabel mused to herself. Then suddenly she noticed the boys bright blue eyes look up at her as if he had heard her musing.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said directly to her, his tone obviously irritated. Suddenly Isabel found herself sitting upright in bed with Alex looking at her curiously.
“Isabel? Are you alright?” he asked, holding her shoulders.
”Yeah,” she replied, bewildered. “You were right Alex, she did meet a boy; a very unusual boy.”
………………………………………………………………………………………………
The next day Alorah had rushed to get to school, anxious to see those amazing blue eyes that had haunted her dream. She dreamt that Eric had come up to her in class and they had talked and talked, and openly flirted for all to see including a very jealous Alicia Valentine. It had felt so real and although it hadn’t been, it had given her enough courage to go up and say something anything, just to be able to look into those eyes again. As she rushed to her locker to gather her books, Alorah was pleased to find that Eric was alone at his. Alorah combed her hair with her fingers and then smoothed out invisible wrinkles in her blouse.
“Uh, Hi Eric,” she greeted him in a shy voice. The moment she got the words out, Alorah suddenly felt all her confidence drain out of her.
‘What am I doing?’ she asked, bewildered, inside her head. ‘One dream and suddenly I can talk to anybody? What the heck was I thinking?’ and she pivoted and walked away, just missing the look of disappointment Eric Herrington flashed at her departing form.
“Now that was gutsy,” she heard Aysha say as she took her seat in the classroom. Alorah blushed at her friend’s proclamation.
“You saw that huh?” Alorah asked as the color in her face grew a few shades darker.
“Uh huh, unfortunately for you I was not the only one,” Aysha replied, nodding to Alicia Valentine who was angrily glaring at Alorah openly for all to see. “I told you she’s the last chick you want all pissed off at you,” Aysha warned as she pulled a few books out from her florescent green book bag.
Alorah turned forward and sifted through the notes she had taken the day before. “I had a dream about him last night,” Alorah admitted, turning to her friend who now was wearing a curious smirk.
“A dream huh? Was it an erotic one?” Aysha asked teasingly.
Alorah’s face immediately turned several shades of red, all the way to the tips of her ears—although she had those discreetly covered.
Aysha chuckled and shook her head. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Alorah leaned in close to her friend. “Well, it wasn’t exactly erotic, but it made me feel….”
Aysha leaned in closer hanging onto Alorah’s every word. “Made you feel what?”
Alorah bit her bottom lip as her face turned an even darker red.
“Oh!” Aysha’s eyebrows flick up briefly and she then winked at her friend. She was now understanding what her friend had a hard time expressing. “Alorah hun, that’s an erotic dream.”
Alorah sat back in her chair puzzled. “Oh.”
Only a year ago had Alorah’s parents given her a crash course in human sexuality. The rate of her growth had been unexpected and fast. She had only just turned ten years of age when her parents had noticed her blossoming curves. Although she saw pride in her mothers eyes, she was sure she detected a hint of disappointment, when later that same year, her mother bought her first pack of pads. She knew her mother was glad she was healthy, but she also knew her mother regretted her fast-paced growth. She knew Liz Evans wanted her to be a little girl just a little bit longer.
After her accelerated growth spurt, her uncle Alex discovered that it had something to do with the hybrid DNA in her parents. Without gandarium to help combine and control antarian and human cell growth, the cells would develop at their own whim, and the DNA combinations became unpredictable. Once her aunt Isabel and Uncle Michael began having children of their own, it became evident that all offspring were inheriting most of the dominant genes of both races leaving a small and very human like chance for defects.
At that moment, and not quite listening to her friend, Alorah was considering “lust” to be a serious human defect. Her life was just the way she liked it—predictable with she in control. Then along came some hormones and Eric Herrington. Life had completely thrown her a curve ball. Alorah was debating whether she liked the change or if it was a complete threat to her well-controlled world.
Suddenly Aysha’s snapping fingers broke her from her thoughts. “Yoo-hoo! Earth calling Alorah!” she called.
“What, huh?” Alorah asked, slightly confused as she was broken from her thoughts. “What were you saying?”
“Wow that dream must have really gotten to you,” Aysha said eyeing her friend curiously. “Are you sure you didn’t leave out any details?”
“No!” Alorah replied quickly as the person she was speaking of soon entered the room and did the unexpected; he flashed her a dazzling smile.
Alorah suddenly flashed a stunned look at Aysha who was returning the very same look. Then her friend gave a teasing smirk and raised her brows. Alorah smiled contently to herself and faced forward as Mr. Seligman entered the class. Alorah was beginning to believe that her freshman year in high school was going to be a pretty interesting one indeed.
The next forty-five minutes floated by for Alorah as she barely heard a word Mr. Seligman said. When the bell finally rang, Alorah barely remembered gathering her books and putting them into her book bag.
“Oooo, girl, did you see the way that boy looked at you?” Aysha whispered in her ear as they walked out the classroom door into the hallway. Alorah smirked briefly.
“I’m sure he was just trying to be nice,” she replied with a shrug. Aysha came to a halt and gave Alorah a look of disbelief.
“You’re kidding me right?” Aysha asked, flashing her naive friend a bewildered look. “No guy looking at a girl like that is just being nice. He likes you.”
“You think so?” Alorah asked uncertainly as she watched him walking down the other end of the hall as he went to his next class.
“Trust me I know about these things.” Aysha said confidently just as the second period bell rang. “That would be my exit cue. See you in P.E?”
Alorah smiled and nodded “Yeah, see you there,” she answered. Alorah then turned around and headed off into the opposite direction. Just as she about reached the end of the hall someone suddenly stood out in front of her, blocking her from going any further.
Alorah groaned inwardly when she recognized the girl’s face.
“You’re Evans, right? Alorah Evans?” came an irritated voice as two girls suddenly took a side next to the seriously pissed off girl.
Alorah felt herself take a step backwards. “Uh, yeah, why?” she asked hesitantly, looking at the two extra heads. They were the usual Alicia wannabes and she was out numbered three to one. Had it been just Alicia, Alorah would have found a way to distract the girl and dodge her without so much as a confrontation. Two extra heads meant two witnesses, and with the possibility of antarian enemies being anywhere, Alorah could not take the chance of using her powers to defend herself.
Alorah suddenly found herself slammed against a set of lockers. “I am only going to say this to you once, so you better listen carefully!” Alicia growled at her with a sneer pressing a fistful of Alorah’s blouse painfully against Alorah’s chest. “Eric Herrington is mine! You hear? I don’t want you looking at him, smiling at him, nothing! Stay away from him.”
Alorah looked at the girl, wide-eyed with fear. If Alicia hit her Alorah would not be able to have her father heal her, and she would have to walk around for a week or two with the big nasty bruise.
But Alicia did not hit her, instead she let Alorah slump to the ground in fear and then walked away snickering about her choice in clothes with the other two girls. It came as quickly as her temper did. A brief thought back up with the great need for revenge. Alicia had done this to girls before, trying to keep away the competition. But Alorah was sure the Alicia had never come across someone of the likes of her. Looking around to make sure no one could see, Alorah gave a flick of her wrist, and suddenly Alicia slipped and fell to the ground bottom first. It didn’t feel as good as slapping the obnoxious brunette would have, but it had lightened Alorah’s mood a bit.
[/b]
~My Fics~
[WIP]
"The One Among Us"
Alorah's Story
[COMPLETED]
Destiny's Still Calling
Consequences of a Child