Twisted Elegance (AU,M/L,MATURE) Pt 17 - AN 4/19/04 {WIP}

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A/N: Hey guys....Hello( hearing her voice echo) I got a new part!!!!!! and yeah its late but i ot some news

I will be away from the 10 of september to the 25th of september ( I will be in Japan with my senior high school) yippie. and very few of us are going so I hope to post more parts until I leave.....


RATING: R

Warning: only a few people know the ending to this story, so right know i need to keep a bucket next to you, just in case....


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Chapter Twelve

6:45pm



“Watch the mark, right there,” Imogen pointed out the black line that she’d chalked out using charcoal are few hours ago.
It explains the strange fried chicken smell, Nirvana thought as she looked at the frayed cream carpet with a hideous black line standing out. It also explained the smell of cough drops and rose buds when Nirvana touched the vial filled with different oils for her candles. Imogen must have lit the candles to try and block out the chicken smell.

Imogen’s room was the size of three honeymoon suites. Yet, with the line marked as Nirvana’s temporary crib her area was the size of one wardrobe and one child single bed standing side by side. Nirvana flung her backpack to one side. Nirvana’s area was right next door to the entrance to the outdoor balcony guarded by white criss-cross doors with a marble hand shaped as a child’s fist as the doorknob.
Easy getaway, Nirvana thought. That’s if Nirvana knew how to escalate down twenty floors.
“Since you have to stay in my room, we have some ground rules,” Imogen’s white tennis shoe was inches away from Nirvana’s black line. “No drinking, no ugly biker guys and as long you are in my room you must be clean from head to toe and leave your white trash at the door.”
Imogen had a cocky sense of humour for a Barbie doll. Any moment her plastic ken dressed in bell-bottom pants will come out to play with acholic free margaritas. Nirvana chuckled at that thought. Feeing something pinching her in the rear end Nirvana pulled out the small white card. It was Vincent’s card.

“You’re the last person I expect to see at this hour,” Vincent said. He wore a chocolate brown polo shirt with horizontal fine-rimmed black stripes. His auburn hair that resembled fire draped like horsehair’s fringe around the right blue eye.

Nirvana was soaked from head to toe. Her dark hair curled around her shoulders as her neon pink and orange fringe plaited locks stuck to her face. The magenta tips curled around her shoulders. The silver body glitter gave her sullen face an earthy glow. Her borrowed white and green Gilmore High cheerleader hood jumper had a centred, White zipper. The zipper was halfway up her chest, revealing a few splashes of red paint and the stain of rum. The green bum-covering skirt became her second skin. Her white pink polka dot underwear was slightly showing.
“I have nowhere else to go,” Nirvana replied, the revelation filled her broken heart with sadness. How could she be so stupid?
Vincent smiled from the top raft. Walking slowly down the spiral staircase he almost towered over her frail form. She had no more passion inside her. She had underestimated Eli’s powers.
“I can’t fight this anymore,” Nirvana pleaded. “I don’t know what…” her sentence was silenced by Vincent’s index finger pressed against her green lipstick lips. “Shhh. You are home,” Vincent kissed her forehead. “No one can harm you here..”

“Hello? Have I been talking to my self for the past half an hour?” Imogen waved her hands in there; she turned to Macy who was slurping a chocolate-coated cherry. “You have been listening haven’t you? Macy?”
Macy nodded her head obediently while licking her fingers covered in chocolate.

Nirvana groggily glanced at her watch. “It’s only been ten seconds,”
Imogen huffed. “Who cares? Do I have to go through the rules again?”
“If you did I still wouldn’t be listening,” Nirvana replied as she scuffled out of the bedroom. Two minutes later Nirvana managed to leave the Imogen bedroom maze to be face with Kyle and Michael, alongside two women with curly blonde hair, elegantly permed light brown hair and a man with shoulder black hair sulking in the corner of the adjacent lounge room. Another woman with dyed chestnut shoulder length hair that didn’t suite her at all was scolding the man, who wasn’t making any attempt to fight back.

The feeling of water stuck to her face blocked Nirvana’s nose. Her heart panged. She didn’t need to be a scientist to know whom the man was. That man was Max Evans. Her father. But she couldn’t openly expose herself right know.
The woman who had the hideous chestnut hair clapped her hands, breaking the eye contact with Nirvana and her father.
“Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes.”
Imogen and Macy were behind her. Imogen placed her icy hand on her shoulder, urging her into the kitchen. Not once did she take her eyes off her father.

7:00pm

Nirvana, Macy and Imogen were in the kitchen when she heard voices down the hallway. Nirvana wasn’t paying attention. She barely was here for twenty-four hours and already she couldn’t stand it. At least with her other foster familles she was allowed to go out at any time, as long she didn’t disturb them. That served Nirvana quite well when her powers advanced when she hit puberty.

But not with this family, Nirvana thought. She not only had to watch Imogen and her parents play happy family she had to join in too. By watching Imogen happily giving in to her parent’s mindless game, she realised that maybe the ice queen image that Imogen projects to the world is only skin deep. Maybe she was vulnerable too, like Nirvana.
Who wouldn’t? The lady with hideous hair, which she found out later, was Imogen’s mother, Isabel. Any bimbo could tell that she was a total fake when she introduced herself. Nirvana wondered if this was the same Isabel from her vision?

Imogen had been shrieking hysterically, along with mousy Macy- with her parrot squawks in high breathy tones. Nirvana could no longer switch off the sounds around her. Nirvana looked up in annoyance, her almond eyes blazing. And strangely she was met with a dark cloud wisped around Eli’s sapphire eyes, which seemed to resemble a sea at dusk rather than at dawn. He seemed a little bit darker; it sent a chill up her spine.
“He wants to be like his father,” Macy filled in when she saw Nirvana awestruck by his sudden change of attire.

“Don’t we all,” Nirvana replied with hidden meaning. She didn’t know much about her father at all. Nirvana only had a name, Max Evans. Her half brother Eli had seventeen years of memories.
“It suits you,” Nirvana said truthfully. Beforehand, Eli had curly dark hair that gave him the perception of a dumb surfer or a mommy’s boy rather than a musician. Now with the dark mop of hair (that was much straighter with less thick curls) and intense charcoal-blue eyes he was a mysterious dark prince.
Eli nervously waved his left hand through his hair. “Really?”
Nirvana nodded, her cell phone rang out the tunes of “Chicken dance”. Nirvana chuckled and answered the phone as she headed down to her temporary dormitories.
“Hello?”
“Is this Nirvana Parker?” It was Nurse Betty from the hospital. Immediately Nirvana’s heartbeat skipped a few beats.
“Yeah-“ Nirvana rasped, grunting to get her voice back to normal.
“I hate to be the bringer of sad news.”
She rushed onto the next sentence; as if she was reciting her prepared lines form a piece of paper. “Your mother’s CAT scans arrived twenty minutes after you left with Mr Valenti. Her cerebrum cortex is fragile… All motor functions are not mending itself as they should be.” Betty sighed heavily, quickly taking in more breath to stop herself from not bursting out into tears. Nirvana felt three solid bricks drive through her heart. Nirvana slid down the wall and closed her eyes. Nirvana allowed the mascara tears to roll down her pale cheekbones. “In other words your mother’s brain is slowing shutting down. She won’t surpass the last three months, even with the medical attention.”
Betty hiccuped and sharply took in a deep breath. “The scientists and neuron surgeons have decided that after the three months she will be released and admitted into St Johns Hospital, Phoenix where she will live her last few moments with no pain. They have also decided for you to be with your mother after your time with the Valenti family is up. And that after her passing that you won’t have to be put into another foster home. The government would support you, unless the Valenti family agree to adopt you.”

How can she react to that? Just like that her mother isn’t going to survive?

*
Five more hours, Vincent thought. Then Nirvana, daughter of Liz Parker would be in their midst. Glancing at his wrist with the orb symbol tattooed on him as a child he began to comprehend on what his father’s devious plan might be?
Why Nirvana? Vincent thought. For starters she cute, but also sassy and no sense of kindness liker her mother Liz bestowed on their kind.
Nirvana was so like her father, Max Evans; enemy of their people. Vincent turned to Jasper, his watcher.

“Why?” He asked Jasper. Jasper was twenty-five years of age, 6 foot three and third in command of the rebellion. Jasper had shoulder length blonde hair and violet eyes. Vincent trusted her more than anyone else. She was with his mother, Verona before she died when Vincent was ten.
Japer was wearing a green tunic and black leather pants with a black belt with a bronze snakehead as the buckle.
“ Nirvana is very troubled.” She said. “But you must also realise that Valandra and Ava betrayed Zan in the most worst way. If he ever found out it will be a blood bath,”
Vincent turned in his woollen deck chair. “And we are provoking it?”
Jasper smiled and ruffled his hair. “No, we are just merely helping along,”
She stilled for a second before adding on. “Nirvana was unexpected you know. But don’t let that get you down. Sometimes the unexpected can surprise you,”

Somehow, that last sentence chilled Vincent. When he fist met Nirvana she was troubled and unstable both physically and emotionally. What would happen if Nirvana were pushed to the limit? What surprise can Nirvana deliver them?
Vincent decided that he’d better keep an eye on Nirvana. Her problem was a dreadful one. But there was no reason for Nirvana to fight fire with fire? Was there?

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Push me and then just touch me till I can get my satisfaction…. satisfaction satisfaction…

The music was thumping from Imogen’s room.
“THAT BITCH!” Imogen screamed. Eli quickly touched Imogen’s shoulder.

“Calm down,” He urged his cousin. “I’ll go and check on her,” and then stated. “Alone,” to Macy and Matt. He felt this connection, this pull towards to Nirvana. He didn’t know why, but he liked it, a lot. Eli slid of his black jacket and he only wore a black button down shirt (that his Dad used to wear when he was a teenager) and loose grey cargos that hugged his waist. He remembered his mother’s comment of girls chasing him down the street because he had the exact same physique as his father when he was his age.

It’s not that hard, Eli thought. It has nothing to do with Nirvana’s voluptuous curves or how her wild brown eyes captivated him like a fly to a Venus fly trap.

The sound of a flat foghorn blasted through the walls. It almost seemed that the vibrations of the music was causing the wall to move like water.
He should have stayed in the kitchen. There was Nirvana Brownswick. She was only wearing loose grey pants and a white tee and a light blue bra.

Push me and then just touch me till I can get my satisfaction…. satisfaction satisfaction

Somehow the word satisfaction stuck to his head. Her long ebony hair was like lions fur, slightly curled around her shoulders. The colours of hot pink, orange and magenta was enweaved with her dark plaits. He didn’t notice how petite she really was until now. She had small arms that seem to make the swell of her breasts move to side to side when she wiggled her tight ass around the room.

Yep, there was no problem here. And yet Eli had no desire to interrupt her. She seemed to be in a dark trance that her suggestive moves bounce off the walls. Eli ignored the shouts from the hallway. He couldn’t tell if they were male or female. His eyes and ears, taste and smell were trained on Nirvana. She seemed had to have a strong energy that drew him in. All she had to do was smile and Eli was hooked. People would call that innate attraction. That he was born to feel those things in his heated loins. For a brief second he wondered if his father ever felt this way about someone, besides his mother. He couldn’t bring himself to think that far with hot bile rising up his throat.

Eli wondered what she was dancing away from. When people danced, they would normally have a smile on their face. Nirvana did not. Eli knew this was a bad idea but he focused on being invisible, one with the wind and now stood three inches from Nirvana, and she didn’t notice.
Eli had broken the rule Michael and his father argued about: spying on girls using mind warp. However, Nirvana was different. And she was probably used to all the attention from guys anyway.

The smell of strawberries and coconut was making his throat itch and his nose burn from smelling it. He realised that it was Nirvana. Little droplets of coconut smelling sweat began to bead underneath her armpits and began to grow on her stomach and loose trendies of soft dark hair stuck to her forehead. The strawberry smell was her soft dark hair.
The Phoenix tattoo on her left shoulder blade was black with dark and light blue neon glow around the edges. The Phoenix design was similar to the drawings of the Mayans in Mexico. It had its wings spread up and spouts of fire surrounded it details feathers and its long slim break was outstretched and there was a small Celtic triangle symbol. It was of an empty border pyramid with all the sides everything linked. It represented birth, life, and death, or so he remembered. The only safe comparison that he could make was that it was the small triangle symbol from the old series called Charmed but without the circle that surround the triangle.

She was dangerously wild, sexy, and beautiful. She was a dark angel. And he was falling for her dark, twisted ways with an eternal blissful, almost pure content on his face. She was free, she had no one to impress and no expectations for the future like he had. He was destined to be the next king of Antar, and his mother never let him forget that.

He stood behind her and her small buttock was rotating in and out, bopping to the mechanical techno music. Slowly, using the most intense concentration on her to make sure Nirvana didn’t seem to notice him so he slowly looped his arms around her sweaty, warm waist and swayed against the music. Her arms were beating at the air. It was as if the air was her reason for being angry, sad and depressed.
He knew that this was down right naughty and the wrong way to use his powers. The again, no one will know but himself, right?

“NIRVANA! TURN THAT DARN MUSIC OFF!” Imogen was in the room screaming at the top of her lungs. The high-pitched noise almost broke his control but he regained the stored strength. As the mind warp was putting a strain on his mind he quickly left the room but not before picking up the ashtray shirt he first saw Nirvana in and clutched it to his chest. He jogged down the hallway, using his powers to remove the redness in his face, the sweat from his body. However, Eli could remove the swell in his lions that started to bludge a few minutes ago; that was innate.
He quickly shoved her strawberry smelled shirt into his grey bag and joined his mother in the kitchen.

She was drinking on her coffee with an amused expression on her face. “So. Last time I checked you were supposed to tell Nirvana to stop that racket,”
The music was still belting out through the hallway, and Eli could hear faint screams from the bedroom. Nirvana and Imogen were fighting.
“Yeah, So?” Eli raised his eyebrows and slouched his shoulders.
“That was half an hour ago,”
“Oh,” Eli’s voice travelled off. He looked at his watch. It was 7:30, and that was half an hour ago. He had a good excuse though, he was distracted but he knew that his mother didn’t want to hear that.

“You like Nirvana, don’t you?” Tess placed down her coffee and crossed her arms by the sudden drop in temperature.
“I can deny the attraction I have towards her. I can’t help it and even if I did. I don’t want it to stop,” Eli confessed. He was filled with lustful fantasies of touching her. Nirvana was his sex goddess.
“I see the same expression I had when I met your father,”
“Yeah,” Eli shrugged. “ You were destined to be together,”
“Eli, I only came into your father’s life when he was your age. He didn’t know the things he now knows back then. Did you think he was single?”
“Mom!”
“Look Eli, I know this may shock you but I think its natural that you are becoming a man, and feeling those things”
“This isn’t a sex talk is it?”
“NO!” Tess shouted but quickly lowered her voice. “My advice to you is that if you want something. Eli, take it. Don’t let anything or anyone stop you from achieving the objective.”
“Is that how you got Dad?”
“Yep. But I had to make him see things so he could understand better. He was too human back then,”
“Okay,” Eli said. Glancing behind he saw Nirvana walk out with a dazed expression, alongside Imogen and Macy to the Dinning room.


If you want something Eli, take it. Don’t let anything or anyone stop you from achieving the objective
His mother words were repeating in a fast rhythm as he watched Nirvana. His heart skipped a few beats and he smiled.
“Okay Mom,” Eli Whispered, a look of determination on his face, “I will,”

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Authors note: There are 100 posts in this story..... i just had to say that...I never had that before...so, i feel humble


Okay, next part, well its the same feeling ( well I think so ) from EOTW cos' alot of you will be screaming at the characters..... but this is the way the story is set up...but it will be resolved....

I am also brining in...if no one has noticed...why does vincent and nirvana have the same tattoo on their wrists????

and more on micahel digging up the past....


so, enjoy

from chapter 12

“Eli, I only came into your father’s life when he was your age. He didn’t know the things he now knows back then. Did you think he was single?”
“Mom!”
“Look Eli, I know this may shock you but I think its natural that you are becoming a man, and feeling those things”
“This isn’t a sex talk is it?”
“NO!” Tess shouted but quickly lowered her voice. “My advice to you is that if you want something. Eli, take it. Don’t let anything or anyone stop you from achieving the objective.”
“Is that how you got Dad?”
“Yep. But I had to make him see things so he could understand better. He was too human back then,”
“Okay,” Eli said. Glancing behind he saw Nirvana walk out with a dazed expression, alongside Imogen and Macy to the Dinning room.

If you want something Eli, take it. Don’t let anything or anyone stop you from achieving the objective
His mother words were repeating in a fast rhythm as he watched Nirvana. His heart skipped a few beats and he smiled.
“Okay Mom,” Eli Whispered, a look of determination on his face, “I will,”



Chapter Thirteen.


She was here; he could felt it in his bones. Her smell, the way her energy made his fingertips itch with anticipation. She was here. The revelation caused his skin to crawl. Liz was dead, Max thought. He knew this. He buried her body by himself. Then why was something wrong with him? Why was his body telling him that someone very close to him was under his nose?

Eleven people sat down to eat the food that was probably provided by some expensive food company. Isabel never liked to cook and neither did Kyle. Since he knew that his nice, Imogen never wanted to get her hands dirty he made the assumption that the gourmet roast chicken, crispy potatoes and fresh garden salad was made by someone else’s hands.

Max sat at the very end of the table. To his left sat Imogen, her Friend Macy, Eli and Matthew. To his right sat Michael, Isabel, Kyle, Maria and Tess. Nirvana was opposite him and he knew that she felt like an outsider. But also, her sullen face made his heart pang for the trouble teen.
Something must’ve happened earlier, he thought. His son was supposed to get Nirvana to turn off the music. Judging by his face and that conniving grin he inherited from his mother he did a peeping tom on Nirvana. He made a mental note to scold him later.
“So, Nirveria.” Isabel said.
“Nirvana,” she corrected, in between chewing on a chicken leg and sloshing it down with coke. Max couldn’t help but smile. She was a colourful character. Hopefully it would melt some of the ice in his sister’s broken down family.
“Tell us a little bit about yourself,”
“This isn’t Jerry Springer,” Nirvana replied. Michael chocked on his food, quickly he swallowed his food and started to laugh.
“How can this be Jerry Springer?” Michael scratched his buzz cut hair.
“Well,” Nirvana wiggled her eyebrows at Max. “We have got the ice queens, perverts and family secrets. All we need is a little bit of family incest and we are all set,”
“HEY!” Tess growled. “Remember, at any time we can send you back where you can back from, gypsy girl,”
“Whadda think I’m a gypsy girl?” Nirvana mocked. “Gypsy’s are supposed to have long hair and smell like cigarettes… Okay. Maybe I am. But least I don’t have to conform to your needs Tess. Did you know that your name means to reap and to steal? I wonder if, in order to have a husband like Max Evans. Which, by the way in the past half an hour I’ve been here apparently everyone at the high school I’m about to go to has to major hee-be-gees for him. What did you have to do?”
Tess was fuming.

This was not good, Max thought. But something else caught his eyes. After when Nirvana spoke her eyes glazed over and held a vacant expression. Her mouth went slack and for fifty seconds she looked like she was seeing something? But what exactly?

“What are hee-be-gees?” Macy asked. Michael and Kyle laughed. Their mouths were outstretched and a few tears rolled down their cheeks.
Max shook his head. Tension was too high in this room. He needed a smoke. He got up from the table and waltzed into the adjacent Kitchen. It looked like it was new, which meant that no one has used it since they moved in. Like he said before. No one is this house liked to cook.
He was in his own little world of smoke. It was his protective bubble and no one could poke his or her way through. For a brief few moments he just listened to the sound his mouth made when he blew out the smoke and inhaled the stale air.

Nirvana had entered the room, her hands were shaking involuntary and she looked at him like she needed something. Like a druggie low on cocaine or a girl whom needed a sugar rush. Her face was pale like white flour. Her eyes were dark coals and when she spoke Max knew this wasn’t Nirvana. It was Liz.

“A dinner party?” she asked. She snapped her bright blue bra strap against the shoulder. It slashed her skin and blood started to seep through and turn the sky blue colour into a dark placid purple.
“Yeah,” Max replied, drawing more tobacco through his lungs. Max tossed a Mars bar towards Liz. “It’s for a punk girl called Nirvana. She’s fuckin’ hilarious,” He then remembered that she can no longer enjoyed food anymore. But she took the Mars bar anyway and placed it in her pocket.
“Oh,” Liz titled her head. Her hair was long and covered half of her breasts. The blood had seeped into the ends of her hair and coated them with blood. “Why wasn’t I invited,” She twirled her dark hair and spiralled it to the top of her hair, squeezing out all the excess blood and it splattered onto the floor in great blobs.
“Well, Liz, you are never around…you’re” Max couldn’t bring himself to say what was the truth. Just by thinking of it brought hot bile up with throat.
“Dead?” Liz stated, her eyes brightened. “Death is only the beginning, my love.”
“Liz?”
“Don’t you love me?”
“Yes, I do. Don’t you know that?”
“Then why did you leave me?”
“I didn’t leave you, you left me.”
“You don’t see,” Liz replied. “I do, I see everything,” Blood tears seeped from her eyes; her eyelashes were saturated with little blots of dried blood.
“No, you don’t,” Max replied, dropping the bud into the sink. “ Please, leave now. Don’t torment me with your face. I feel enough guilt as it is. Leave now and never come back. Let me have some peace” Every word dislodged a string in his heart. It was like seeing her in bed with Kyle all over again. Max loved Liz; he loved her heaven and earth. But he knew that this thing had to stop. He has to move on and focus more on his attention-seeking son.
Liz smile grew dim, “You didn’t see. Now, you’ll never know.”

**


Nirvana’s mind was heavy, almost throbbing with pain. She left the dinner table and found her father in the kitchen, smoking.
Looks like we have something in common, Nirvana thought. She then realised why she wanted to be in the kitchen. She needed something hot and sweet, fast. The last fix she got was before she left with Kyle at the social worker’s office.
It was a Mars bar dripping in Tabasco sauce, her mouth savoured at remembrance. That was why her body was shaking. Nirvana’s levels were down.
She turned to her father. “Is there anything in this house that is edible?” She snapped her light blue bra that was underneath her tank.
“Yeah,” Max replied, drawing more tobacco through his lungs. He tossed her a Mars Bar. “It’s for a punk girl called Nirvana. She’s fuckin’ hilarious,”

Nirvana smiled and placed the chocolate bar in her pocket. Her father thought she was funny. “Oh, uh, thanks, Mr Evans.”
She had to remind herself that she couldn’t reveal herself to her father yet. First, she had to talk to Ari about her contract to see if she could tell her father without breaking any more rules. She was going to be a good girl for her mother. She didn’t want to end up in Oakdale.

“Well, Liz, you are never around…you’re” Max’s eyes were shiny. Shiny with tears, Nirvana realised.
“Hang on? My name isn’t Liz,” She knew that it was her mother’s name. Did he think he was talking to her mom? Her heart warmed. Maybe Max knows who I am, Nirvana’s thoughts brightened. Maybe she didn’t need to see Ari anyway. It states in her contract that she couldn’t tell her father that she was his daughter. But it didn’t say in the contract that it couldn’t be the other way around? Did it?

“Liz?” he uttered. He sounded like Romeo when he found out Juliet wasn’t dead. How romantic, maybe her parents were just like Romeo and Juliet.
“No, Mr Evans. I’m Nirvana. Do I look like someone you used to know?” Prompting her father along to put the broken pieces together.
“Yes, I do. Don’t you know that?”
He knows! Nirvana thought. She brushed through her mattered hair with her fingers, trying to make herself look a little bit neater for her father. Did she have too many piercings? Or not enough? Did he even like body piercing?

Who cares, Nirvana thought. Her father noticed her for what she truly was. There was no more games, a weight lifted off her shoulders. She found her home. Now, she could tell him that mommy wasn’t dead but very sick and he would help her. Maybe she could have some brothers of sisters? She knew her thoughts were ridiculous. But she thought that many people around the world felt exactly the same when they found their real parents. “You know who I am. I’m sorry I left you with that evil woman and spoiled brat.”

“I didn’t leave you, you left me.” He replied, stepping closer. He was tall, very tall. He looked down at her with his amber eyes.
“Yes, I know. I’m sorry. I understand…” Trying to convince her father that she was very young when her mother left her alone to grow up. She felt alone all these years. Even with her mother still talking with her. She never felt true comfort like she did now with her father. There was no need to see Vincent tonight. She had her father by her side and that was all that mattered right now.

“No, you don’t,” Max replied, dropping the bud into the sink. “Please, leave now. Don’t torment me with your face. I feel enough guilt as it is. Leave now and never come back. Let me have some peace”
“What?” Nirvana thought. Her heart was freezing by the look of coldness in his eyes. Didn’t he love her? He knew what she was to him and he rejected her? All her life she dreamed of this moment and her father didn’t want her? She felt like a disused rag. Waving her hand all over herself she changed her attire into warm dark blue sweat pants with two white strips down each side, a black shirt with the words “Miss Trouble” in white bold and a black hooded jumper over the top.

“So, at least I know how you feel about me,” Nirvana spat. Storming out of the Kitchen her eyes were focused on the front door. Nirvana opened the door and quietly closed it. She knew it was late but maybe she should go to Miguel’s house in the Bronx before heading over to Vincent’s hide out near Time’s square. She needed somewhere to blow off her steam.

**
10:30pm

“He knew who I was and he just…. rejected me.” Nirvana said. She and Miguel were in the lounge room. They had been talking for hours in between Chinese food and chocolate mud cake. She sat crossed legged on a foamy mattress next to a box heater.
“You should’ve expected that Nirvana. He has a wife and a son. But I understand. You know that Granny May and the gang are here for you. And me.”
“Thanks,” Nirvana replied, tears coated her cheeks. Her face was red and puffy and it was hard to see with tears constantly flowing from her eyes.
“Tell me about this new power. Premunition?” Miguel said. Nirvana knew he was changing the subject to ease her mind. Nirvana was thankful that she had someone like him that she could depend on.
“You know that when I touch objects I see things. I don’t know how to explain this but to say is that I get visions, flashes, and images. Sometimes it’s a feeling. It is like seeing thirty seconds of a movie half way through. You don’t know how or when it happened in the beginning but you know what’s going to happen at the end.”
“Do you get visions of the future only when you touch people’s things?”
“Mostly. But I had a visions while at the Valenti’s table.”
“Yeah?”
“I saw the room on fire,”
“Oh,” Miguel drifted off. “So, this means that by touching anything you can…”
“No all the time. Miho. I only receive visions when it’s important.”
“So you’re like Cordy out of Angel.”
“Yeah, but without the pain and going all evil and sleeping with Connor,”
Miguel laughed.
“Thanks, for listening.”
“What are boyfriends for?” Miguel smiled as his dark eyes roamed around her face.
**
Maria Deluca noticed that Nirvana had been gone for a while, and she was starting to get a dull headache from listening to Imogen about the positives of Teenagers with credit cards. She glanced at her white gold Rolex watch.

10:30, Maria thought. And no body noticed that she was missing? Gee how self-absorbed are we?
Michael followed her from the dinning room to the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” Maria cried. “I don’t need a body guard.”
“I wasn’t here for you.” Michael hissed. “I’m worried about Max,”
Max was in the kitchen, a bottle of cherry coke was half empty and Max’s expression took on a melancholy look.
“Great,” Maria crossed her arms over her Gucci sweater and pine striped blue jeans. “Where’s Nirvana?”
“Don’t know. She was here and now she’s out the door” Max, replied. “I was in the kitchen and…” Max trailed off.
“Great,” Maria said to herself. “Max is brooding, again. Do ya think you can take your head out from your arse to make sure that girl doesn’t end up in a ditch somewhere.”
“Liz was here,” Max, said more to himself that to the other around him. “She said that I didn’t see.” He smirked. “She’s was always speaking in riddles,” He took a long gulp and belched. Michael took the bottle off Max.
“Okay, buddy, that’s enough for now,”
“Liz?” Maria asked.
Michael quickly filled Maria in. “Max feels guilty to what happened to Liz. So, Max is haunted by Liz’s form. ”
“He should feel guilty,” Maria whispered.
“WHAT?” Michael breathed, chucking the bottle in the bin. Max cried out in agony, as if that bottle was his saviour. Michael gripped Max’s shoulders and struggled to keep Max at bay while taking to Maria.
“He caused Liz pain when he married Tess,”
“That’s besides the point, Maria. She could still be alive,”
“Not this business again,” Maria groaned.
“Liz? Alive?” Max whispered as his eyebrows arched upwards. He pulled out a cigarette and quickly lit it with his hands. The smoke exhaled from his mouth and enjoyed the Smokey aroma.
Michael nodded, pulling out the photo of Liz and the baby he showed to Max. “This was taken on April the twenty-second 2003.”
“But Liz was already dead,” Max said.
“Possibly. But think about it. Did Liz seem afraid?”
Max tried to think back. “I don’t remember,” intently looking at the photograph. “It’s a baby girl,” He whispered and took the photo from Michael’s hands.
“This is getting WAY out of hand.” Maria said. Waving her hands in the air.
“What have you found out so far?” Max asked, ignoring Maria antics.
“Not much,” Michael grinned. “But I could use some help.”
“I’m in,” Max said.

“Max!” Maria screeched. “Michael is insane. I wasn’t there. This is probably Michael’s cheap attempt to get back with me,”
“Not everything is about you. If you stop to bring your head from your arse you would realise that Liz was like a sister to me. Now, I am not going to let this thing lie. I know Liz. She wouldn’t off herself. Something is not right.” Michael regretted the words he said when he saw Maria’s face fell. But he felt like something inside him was trapped behind a door he couldn’t open. He was sick and tired of hearing that Liz was a flake from Isabel and no one bothering to read between the lines. Things didn’t add up.

“ I’m at home tomorrow.” Max said.
“Fine. I bring my stuff around tomorrow afternoon,” Michael said.
“I need closure,” Max said to Maria. “I need to move on but I have a feeling that I must investigate this,”
“Why won’t you let sleeping dogs lie?” Maria said.
“Because I have to have hope Maria. I need to believe that Liz wouldn’t end her life like that.”
“Well,” Maria said, nodding her head in thought. “I’m in too. Just to show you guys that what you think is totally wrong. And, so you guys don’t do something stupid and expose yourselves,”
**



Where am I? Nirvana thought. She looked down to find that she no longer wore the blue slacks and black shirt that smelt like old washing. She wore a strapless dark crimson dress that swayed against the desert heat. Her dark hair had no dreadlocks and no prink fringes. No did she have any pieced ears or tongue or her belly button. There was no cold metal gave her comfort against her skin. Her dark hair was up and in tight ringlets that shone like topaz gems against the rays of the sun. In the distant she heard a horse neigh.
It’s a dream, Nirvana thought. She was dreaming about her old house in Santa Fe.
A little girl in a dark cupcake dress walked along the arid sand before sitting underneath a large yellow umbrella. Sitting opposite the small girl was bald man in a business suit, wearing tinted sunglasses. He had a small deck of cards and a large stone ring with strange symbols drawn in the sand.
I’m the little girl, Nirvana thought. It was her sixth birthday. She also noticed a boy was there with a woman with long auburn hair and dark eyes. She was talking to another woman in a white flowery shirt and khakis. Her short red streak hair danced around her ashen face.
My mother, Nirvana thought.
She didn’t know how, but she was suddenly underneath the umbrella and watched herself gingerly eating blueberry muffins and almonds as the man placed four cards in the sand.
“She is King.” He spoke softly. “She would lead our people to victory.”
“What about my people,” The woman with auburn, almost a fiery ginger asked.
“Both your children will bring the two groups together and end the war.” He replied as he stared at the child Nirvana making a small sandcastle.
I don’t remember this, Nirvana thought. How could she? Most people don’t remember anything past eight?
“Are you sure you want to do this?” The man asked.
“I have foreseen my fate. I need my daughter to be safe and looked after. Do you want to do this Verona?”
The woman, now known as Verona whispered. “My son, Vincent will be a great leader and so will be your daughter Nirvana. So, the answer is yes,”
“I’ll get my things,” The man replied.
“Thank you Kal,” Liz said.
My mother? She knew Vincent’s mother? What the?

Someone tapped Nirvana on the shoulder. She froze and without her control or any knowledge of why she turned around and saw a vision of herself wearing a dark blue gown, covered in green gems and red bloodstones. On her head was a small golden crown that blinded Nirvana’s sight.
“You need to open your eyes,” she said. “Forgive and forget. Accept your destiny.”
“What destiny?” Nirvana shielded her eyes with her forearms. “I have no destiny.”
“Yes you do. You will bring victory to all five planets and…”

Something beeped in Nirvana’s ear. It then became a hideous high-pitched shrill that everything around shattered into small pieces.
Her watch alarm was soft beeping against the shell of her ear.
“Just when things started to get interesting,” Nirvana said to herself. She looked at her watch. She had twenty minutes to get to Times Square and to Vincent’s meeting place.
“I have plenty of time,” Nirvana whispered to herself.



**
“Beach paradise?” Nirvana said as she stared at the red neo sign blazing ahead of her. She wore her black doc martins with yellow lace ups. She also wore denim hipster jeans and a black tank top with a small red playboy sign in the middle. With the words ‘are you a good playboy bunny?’ underneath in red italics.
It looked like any other club. It was a tall dark blue building with two dark arch doors with three huge bodyguards pushing the long line behind the red rope.
Just great. Nirvana thought. She hated using her powers when she was half asleep.
But before she was ready to squeeze one of the guards’ nerves in his brain he snatched her right arm, hard and almost ripped it off.
“Hey,” Nirvana shouted as she was dragged like some piece of meat inside the smouldering sweat of fried chickens and blazing lights. That was just the smell.

It really sucked not be able to sleep past two hours. So, Nirvana was surprised to see many people at this nightclub. Except the lights were dimmer than usual. That was until the bright round disco ball came to life. What she saw was something out of Hiroshima.

There were nine neat rows of people on the dance flow. The girls were on one side and the guys on the other. As they moved to robotic, almost mechanical music, swinging their hips side to side they ripped off a layer of dead skin off each other’s arm. The sound of paper being ripped filled Nirvana’s ears. The more she stared, the more the sound seemed to be louder until she thought that they had ripped off a piece of her skin too. She quickly rubbed her shoulders to make sure that nothing was wrong. Their dancing seemed to be outside some Vampire movie. They all had pale skin and were very beautiful. Like they belonged in the spotlight and glamour. What Nirvana thought very creepy (and so did her stomach) was when the piece of skin was ripped off it turned to dust right before it left their fingertips.

The dancers, before facing each other again, they would do a dirty dancing style or what seemed to be dry humping for ten minutes. As they did this they would use their pearl white teeth and scrape the flakes of skin off their partners arms. Their eyes were bright and uncanny, like werewolves. Then the people started ripping stripes of skin off their high cheeks bones before advancing to their foreheads. This is when Nirvana made a beeline for the spiral staircase. Her head trained on the dark floor. On the second floor there was a small poolroom with people playing pool. The closet billiard table had a couple heavily making out. Her hair was short and had streaks of blue steel. The other had the most outrageous Mohawk Nirvana has ever seen. As Nirvana took another look she almost laughed out loud.

“Having an affair Isabel?” Nirvana chuckled; no one would hear her over the loud racket and the horrible sound of skin being ripped off.
“You go the wrong person,” The punk girl turned around and smiled. “I’m Isabel’s evil twin, Lonnie. This is my lover, Rath. You must be Nirvana,”
Nirvana rolled her eyes. “I came. I saw and now I leave,” Nirvana turned around when Rath grabbed her.
“Uh-uh-uh.” He uttered. “We have been waiting for you…come along,”
“Great.” Nirvana said to herself. She was lead down the narrow corridor to a yellow door without any handle.
“Where’s the handle?” Nirvana said, she didn’t mean to say it out loud but she had a bad habit of not paying attention.

“So cornball,” Rath whispered. He waved his tattooed hand in front of the door and a silver handprint appeared. His hand covered the silver handprint and it glowed. Suddenly the door disappeared and Nirvana was lead into a room with a king size four poster bed, five silver bean bags and a low coffee table.
She saw Vincent talking to a Man around her father’s age and a woman who seemed in her early twenties.
The Man turned around. He had messy dark blonde hair; almost brown and very dark blue eyes. He wore a dark suit and a dark plum silk shirt with a thin silver chain around his neck.
“Hello Nirvana,” His voice was husky and thick. “I’m Kevar. These are my loyal subjects. Vincent’s watcher Jasper, Lonnie, Rath and Nicolas. You know my Son, Vincent.” He pointed to Vincent. He was wearing an olive green T-shirt and a long sleeved light green shirt underneath and a pair of dark blue jeans. Nirvana’s heart thudded. She noticed that he wasn’t half bad when he was cleaned up. She shook that thought from her head. She needed to be focused, for her mother’s sake.
“Let’s begin,” Kevar smiled.


******


First of all, the last pasrt seemed pretty rush.... it was becasue i wanted to get to the meeting part.....so more details about becah paradise later....

man....nirvana thinks her father knows about her but he dosen't...he was just flipping out with her mother's ghost haunting him...

I think everyone is at least happy that now max wants to find info about liz's disapearance.....so, what will the three m's find???

Vincent is a very confusing character but will play a major role in nirvana's life......


There's another bombshell in the next part.

clue...its about the tattoo....i think some of you have already figured out my train of thought....


FYI...... Vincent's appreance is based upon an actor called Vincent karthseier who plays 'connor' in Angel. another series that i love.....

thanks for waiting...hope the part wasn't too bad

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From part 13

“Hello Nirvana,” His voice was husky and thick. “I’m Kevar. These are my loyal subjects. Vincent’s watcher Jasper, Lonnie, Rath and Nicolas. You know my Son, Vincent.” He pointed to Vincent. He was wearing an olive green T-shirt and a long sleeved light green shirt underneath and a pair of dark blue jeans. Nirvana’s heart thudded. She noticed that he wasn’t half bad when he was cleaned up. She shook that thought from her head. She needed to be focused, for her mother’s sake.
“Let’s begin,” Kevar smiled.


Chapter 14

“Nirvana Parker, the only daughter of King Zan,” Kevar chuckled to himself.
Nirvana crossed her arms. “ I thought he has a son?” she said bitterly. Kevar smiled at her tone.
“So did I,” He agreed. “But I believe that you, my sweet, have no idea what you are or what you are capable of,”
“Don’t waste my time,” Nirvana said. “I am here to discuss my mother,”
Kevar smoothed over his dark blonde-brown hair, and chuckled. “All in due time, my sweet,”
Nirvana rolled her eyes, she feel the vibrations of heavy metal from the dance floor below them.
“You’ look like your father, so cornball,” Lonnie said.
Nirvana turned to Isabel’s twin and stared at her. “Did I ask for your opinion?”

“I like you already,” Nicolas, the young teen said, sliding his arm around her. Nirvana shrugged him off and went over to stand next to Vincent. He had his arms crossed in the similar manner and was guarding the entrance door. For some reason Nirvana felt more comfortable and relaxed when Vincent was around.
“You said there was some kind of deal with my mother,” Nirvana said, she titled her head to one side as her eyes bored into his.
“This is the deal,” Vincent replied, The sound of low electric guitar cords stampeded through the hallway as incoherent shouts and grunts from down stairs filled the room.
Nirvana shrugged her shoulder and saunter back to her seat, crossed her legs and eyeball Kevar. “So, what is it?”
“Cut to the chase,” Kevar grinned. “Just like your father and mother,”
“I am not my father,” Nirvana said. “He has disowned me,”
“Oh, such a shame,” Kevar pouted. “ Don’t worry my sweet. You are better off without him,”
“So, you were saying?” Nirvana said.
Kevar nodded his head and smoothed out his dark plum shirt. “This war has been going on for many, many years.”
“War?” Nirvana said.

“Long story short- Zan screwed up big time during Antar’s golden age,”
“Antar?”
“Gee, you really need a history lesson.” Kevar muttered. “Once there was a king, his bride to be, his sister and second in command Rath. Antar was like Rome, so prosperous and when it was in its prime-“ Kevar smashed his hand into his palm. “Everything perished. I am the leader of the rebellion who believes that Antar has no need for a dynastic system.”

Why do I get the feeling that he isn’t telling me something? Nirvana thought.

“So, we killed the royal four but Zan’s mother, Luna, cloned their essence with humans and sent them to earth in 1947.”
“So the Roswell crash was real, ” Nirvana said in awe.
“No shit Sherlock,” Lonnie said. “How did you think we got here?”
Kevar halted Lonnie’s rant with one commanding look. “So, in 1986- the royal four were separated and yadda yadda yadda. Lets get to the point. Max, Michael, and Isabel lived in Roswell for sixteen years undetected until Liz gets shot in the Crashdown in 1999. And Max heals her,”
“Look,” Nirvana lifted up her hands. “I hated history. So, get to the point,”
Kevar nodded. “Our team of scientific experts are willing to find a cure for your mother.”
“How,” Nirvana said.
Kevar turned and pointed at Lonnie. She felt someone staring so, she looked up and smiled “Through Lonnie of course,”
“Huh?” Nirvana said.

“Well. The reason why your mother is suffering is because of Tess and Isabel. Although Tess isn’t our enemy what Isabel did was so like Valandra- jealousy and cruel.” Nicolas filled in for his leader. He turned to Nirvana, smiling he added. “Isabel and Tess used their powers on Liz and her mind is a bowl of Jell-O. Using Lonnie and Ava. Ava isn’t here at the moment. But they are able to reverse what they did. And bring back your mother”

“But all of this comes at a price,” Kevar said.
“Name it,” Nirvana said. She wanted her mother back even if it meant making a small deal with the devil.
“I want you to promise me that you will show Max no mercy. Take out your hatred on them. If you kill your father we will return your mother,” Kevar urged.
“Will I get trained in combat?” Nirvana asked, crossing her arms to block out the pain in her heart and stomach.
“Of course,” Kevar said.
Nirvana chuckled, smiling; she raised her eyebrows in an eerie manner. “Deal,”





**

Okay, a very short part but i have been tied up with work and today i took a sick off work and typed this part up.
Althought Ava and lonnie at this time will not be major I thought it was somewhat fitting...

so the plot thickens..and Nirvana arrrgh she made a deal with Kevar...but will she go through the deal...or does she have something up her seelve???
stay tuned....

rachel

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A/N- okay, so this part isn't so great. But i had to get this out there so it can set things in motion......

From chapter 14

"Will I get trained in combat?” Nirvana asked, crossing her arms to block out the pain in her heart and stomach.
“Of course,” Kevar said.
Nirvana chuckled, smiling; she raised her eyebrows in an eerie manner. “Deal,”


Chapter 15

It felt like she had sold her soul, her stomach was doing flip-flops but to Nirvana, this only seemed to be her option of saving her mother’s life.
Vincent had the most amazing eyes. They were a light blue colour- the colour of the sky, the vision of hope. She couldn’t understand why he was there but Nirvana believes it was because Vincent was Kevar’s son. He should be ruthless like the rest of him. But he wasn’t. While everyone was enjoying the party it was only the two of them, staring at each other. Nirvana didn’t like the feelings she had towards Vincent.

When she looked at him she could feel the corner of her lips curl upwards into a warm smile. She liked the look of his silky long hair. They way the slight stubble on his chin and she itched to feel the stubble scratch against her skin. She felt her face go hot and looked downwards. He made apart of her wake up. She felt like she truly belonged somewhere. But she was with Miguel. And that was that.

The door creaked open, breaking the eye contact she had with Vincent to a woman with short sky blonde hair with streaks of prink. She wore a ripped dirty pink tank and black strong cargos. The woman seemed around her mother’s age and she kept clutching onto her black jacket for dear life.
“Ah, Ava.” Kevar smiled. “Nice of you to drop in,”
“Likewise,” Ava whispered, she held a scroll in her tense hands.
“This is Nirvana,” Ava wouldn’t look her directly in the eye. She was like a timid servant that was afraid she was going to get whipped again. What was going on here?

“Yes, “ Kevar said, chuckling. Lonnie and Rath were standing next to Kevar on the right, also having the same greedy expression.
“Nice to meet you,” Ava stuck out her pink gloved hand. Nirvana took her hand, “Me too,” Nirvana’s smile faulted as she felt a heat lamp switch on in her brain, crackling and tingling inside, Nirvana closed her eyes and she felt like she was falling, falling inwards into a memory, a vision.

June 31 2001

New York

They are coming they coming they coming. It was like a chant inside Ava’s head. She clutched her swollen stomach; carrying her and Alex’s unborn son.
She turned to Alex; His arm was protectively clutching a very timid Jennifer.
“What the hell is going on,” Jennifer chocked. “Who are you people? My name is not Leanna?”
Ava clutched Alex’s hand and gazed at him hopelessly. “I’m not going to allow that bitch take my son,”
Alex nodded. “I’m already dead to the world,”

It was over in seconds but the information Nirvana received was unnerving. Nirvana let go of Ava’s hand and Ava quickly side glanced her, as if she was recognising something but then dismissed it. In that vision Nirvana knew that Ava, Alex and Jennifer were running away from Tess….but why? And if Ava was indeed pregnant, where was the child now?

“I would like to speak with Nirvana and Vincent alone,” Ava said. “If you don’t mind, I’ll like to organize their training sessions-“ She closed her eyes and Kevar’s eyes glazed over. He nodded and they all ambled out except for Jasper, Vincent’s watcher.
When the door closed, along with the ten-second blast of the heavy metal from below, Nirvana asked. “What was that?”
“A nifty mind warp. But we don’t have much time,” Ava said, she looked so much like Eli’s mother, Tess. But much nicer.
My mother would have liked her Nirvana thought.
Ava was glancing at her watch, clutching the scroll she smiled.
“A long time ago Nirvana and Vincent’s mother made an agreement to try and stop the war.” Unravelling the scroll was a worn, coffee coloured piece of parchment with a strange alien symbols but in the middle was a huge black symbol- the same symbol on her wrist. Ava placed it on the table. Jasper was keeping guard by the old wooden door, checking on them once in a while.
“What does this mean?”
“It means that you’re married Nirvana.” Ava said. “Married to Vincent,”


Chapter 16


“What?” Nirvana said.
“On your sixth birthday a ritual was performed. It was your wedding. The mark of that symbol is a mark that you are married and when you turn eighteen you and Vincent will rule Antar. But since Vincent is the prince of the rebellion, both parties will untie and work together.”
“It won’t work,” Vincent said. “They hate the Zan family,”
“That I know. But no one has heard about a female being a leader of Antar?” Ava shrugged her shoulders. “The war has gone on for too long. Your mother did the only thing she could do in her situation. She made sure that you had a future when she was no longer with you,”
“A future?” Nirvana said. “A future to what?”

“A chance to end the war of the nations. Both parties are already tied together through this marriage. It will be official to the public when Nirvana is eighteen,”
“Can’t this marriage be broken?” Vincent said. “Its not everyday that you find that you are married since you were nine,”
“No,” Ava said. “The marriage is final. It can never be broken,”
“What was the point of telling me this?” Nirvana said.
“Antar is in turmoil. You are the next leader of your mother. Your mother had made sure that you were protected. You and Vincent need to work together in order to stop the fighting and bitterness,”
“You know what,” Nirvana said, picking up her bags. “I’ve had enough,” Storming off, her black hair sprawled over her shoulders. She opened the door to the mass crowed of unclothed strangers she disappeared in the music and leaving her confusion behind.

“Vincent,” Jasper said. “Nirvana needs to be protected. You and her are the future of Antar’s victory. They’ll need a good leader and a wife when the war and darkness ends,”
“I know,” Vincent said. “But like she said. I’ve had enough with this shit,”
Vincent stormed off; his clad boots making gunshot noises as he slammed the door on his way out.

**

Okay, so this is not a great part but I had to put this through. so, i promise next time to have a much better part...

but besides the bad part- what do you think?
Nirvana is betrothed to Vincent in order to bring peace between the nations...
the vision nirvana got from Ava? hmmmmm

rachel
- ps- i am on holidays so updates should be more than once a month
sorry....

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Chapter 17

Ants would have to be one of gods given creatures to walk this earth. Ants belong to one colony and only have to worry about retrieving food for their clan. Ants do not have thoughts and pressing responsibilities like Nirvana. Nirvana had managed to get past the Central Park rangers and now resided on one of many green park benches in the park.
Since it was the later part of August the weather was warm and gently swayed, picking up swirls of leaves on the sidewalks.
Nirvana knew that she wasn’t alone when she heard the faint padder of footsteps nearing closer.

Nirvana rolled her eyes. Why couldn’t she be left alone? Couldn’t they see that she didn’t want to be disturbed?
“You’re not the only one who wants to be left alone,” he said. It was Vincent. She could see him out of the corner of her eye. He made a gesture that asked if he could sit down. When she didn’t reply he took that as a yes and sat.
“Gee, I guess that’s why- Nirvana retorted.
“ Do you really need to be such a jack ass?” Vincent mumbled.
“We are married,” she finished, trowing her hands up in the air. “But wait…there’s more. Next you’re going to tell me that we have to have sex!”
Vincent shrugged his shoulders. “We don’t have to.”
Nirvana glared at him. Her anger was bubbling around her. “How can this be? Why would my mother…. of all people do this?”
“We will never know,” Vincent said. “My mother rarely spoke about her past or her friends. I was merely raised by Kevar,”
Kevar, Nirvana noted that Vincent spat his father’s name like venom. As if he was ashamed or, possibly angered at the fate of Kevar being his father. Could she use this to her advantage?
An image of a blue chest flashed in her mind. Her mother’s Box!
“I think I know where I can get some answers,” Nirvana said to herself.
She got up from the chair and began to walk away, her hands firmly in her black jumper.
“I’m coming,” Vincent declared.
She turned around, her hot pink locks was hanging in front of her brown eyes. “No, you’re not,”
Vincent inched closer. His white teeth were clenched as he seethed out the words. His eyes turning to ice and she could feel his power rising. “I’m in the dark too. I want to know so deal with it,”
The warm tingling feelings that swirled inside her took over and Nirvana could feel her lips form a small smile. “I guess that we are friends,”
She felt her heart flutter when he smirked at her. It felt like that the smirk he gave her was only for her eyes only and that enthralled her and she hated herself for feeling that way. How is she going to explain this to Miguel?

##

“ I don’t know how this is going to work,” He whispered into her ear. How can she shiver so easily? Nirvana wondered. She felt her own instincts to curl her fingers into his hair and feel his tongue touch hers. The pit in her stomach was throbbing in anticipation and almost was expecting it to happen.
It? And what is it exactly? It …that he was going to kiss her? It that he was going to touch her? It …to feel his hands roaming around her freely and her teenage hormones go into overdrive? What did It exactly mean?
Nirvana wished that scientists could invent a pill that had the ability to make their own minds shut up? Her mind already irritated her and it was only from him whispering into her ear? Or was it nibble? Was he nibbling? She would know if he nibbled her ear? She would have felt his teeth gently teethe along the shell of her ear and the warmth would start from her toes and rise thorough her body and…
“So what do you think?” Vincent said to her. Nirvana closed her mind form a second? Wait a minute? He was talking the whole time while she…well her mind was doing strange things and she could feel a bit of drool from her mouth.
She felt lower than scum.
“We do it your way…” She said, her voice was wavering a bit but somehow she managed to convince him that she was indeed listening to him and not….doing something else.
“What floor is your room?”
“ Eight seven.” Nirvana replied. They were a few metres from the Madison entrance. Their heads peaked out from the corner and looked on as many guests walk through the entrance, and were greeted by the bellman.
“Okay. You walk in and I will meet you there,” He said. He scurried away before she could protest.
What? Nirvana thought with a stab of anger. He just thinks he can walk away after he explained. Well, maybe he did explain and she wasn’t listening. If she was going to find out some answers then she should head up there. But Nirvana felt like a kid walking into a snake pit filled with angry parents.

Just let it slide, she coached herself.
She walked passed the bellman. He tipped his hat as a simple greeting and she smiled back to keep up the act of nothing-to-hide.
She saw Isabel by the front counter. She wore a French dark blue bodice and black leather pants with a snakeskin design. Her hair was shoulder length and was the colour of copper chestnut.
Gee, she really likes to re-invent herself. Nirvana thought.
“Ah, you’re back,” Isabel said when she saw Nirvana. Isabel was scribbling onto a notepad and handed it the secretary at the desk. She turned and her dark cerulean eyes, an almost gave off the resemblance of a dark brown-amber bored into her eyes. There was nothing there, no emotion or any sign of human kindness. It was cold and hatred seemed to emit from her eyes. Nirvana could almost feel the chill intensified when Isabel stepped closer.
“I haven’t called social services. I trust that since I have shown you kindness that this won’t happen again.”
Nirvana didn’t look directly at Isabel. Apart of her was afraid but the other didn’t like the feeling she got when she looked at Isabel. So she gazed at her neck “No,” she whispered softly. Nirvana thought after a beat, Lonnie was much nicer.
Isabel smiled, her hand clasped Nirvana’s shoulder. “I’m glad that we had this talk,” She walked past her and her black steel caped high heel shoes almost chiselled the marble floor. Nirvana could hear the loud clink of her high heels striking the pavement, matching her sassy aura. Wasting no time Nirvana ambled into the elevator and punched the button’ number eighty seven’ and waited.
It was like walking into a morgue. Or it seemed like it. The air was rank, and stale and the stench of trapped air chocked on Nirvana’s lungs. She listened to the sounds of her shoes making a high pitch squeal on the black and white tiled floor. For she was dragging her shoes along the marble floor, leaving dark black streaks in its wake. The walls were decorated with dark obsidian pillars and there were a few Greek statues of naked woman with no arms and stern faces that she felt suddenly…venerable. She made her way to the two arch doors. They were huge, almost eight feet tall with dark ring hinges as doorknockers. Placing her flat palm against the lock Nirvana opened the door and entered the apartment.

It felt kind of weird of entering a room from the front door instead of the back. She was so used to the fact of sneaking out that it felt foreign to her walking through the house from the front entrance. Closing the door behind her she passed through the kitchen and her hand went to slide along the bench top when she heard whispers and then white flashed before her eyes.

Soft. That was a word that came to her mind. His skin was so soft. So soft and supple and ripe like the flesh of pigs. So easily broken.
<Snap…Snap Snap.. Snap…>
<Crack Crack Crack>
Who knew that the sound of someone’s rib cage being broken could be so enthralling…and yet…arousing. She loved it. Nirvana sat comfortably on top of Eli on the kitchen bench top. Vincent and Nicolas had helped her tie Eli to the table with rope.
“Now are you…(Crack) going to tell me (Crack) why you did this…(crack).”
The sound of a muted cry was music to her ears. “What was that?” Nirvana mocked. “Are you going to talk?” A loud rumble of laughter filled the dark kitchen. “Wait a minute (Vincent handed her a single needle and a ball of leather twine) you can’t!” She laughed and exhaled her air and thought for a moment. She looked down and marvelled at her own work. She had never sown anything together before. But the sight of Eli’s dry lips firmly shut and a strand of black leather lopped in and out was that his lips were sowed tight and she was about to sow his eyes shut as well.
Vincent was waiting for her nod and she gave it to him. He smiled and squirted out a bit of the clear fluid from the syringe he held in his hands.
Eli must’ve have sensed what was about to happen. He tried to move but Nirvana quickly used her powers and planted him firmly underneath her.
“Uh-Uh-Uh” She smugly said as she waggled her finger above him. “I have the seal. I have the power. Take a good look. Because its gonna be the last thing you EVER see again!”

“Nirvana!” Vincent’s arms were around her but she shoved him away and hugged herself. She felt her stomach was about to give way but held in the bile. How could she? Why? How could she be so cruel??
“Another premonition?” he asked.
If you call seeing yourself sowing someone’s lips shut and were about to do the same thing to their eyes…then yeah. But she didn’t say it out loud.
Vincent nodded. “Seeing things gives you the chance to prevent them,”
His words gave her some comfort and she said “Thanks” her mind was still groggy and she didn’t even think to ask how he got here. He was there and that was that.
He followed her into the room she was residing in and chuckled at the sight of black charcoal marking an area around her ruffled bed. She eyed him and crouched down and brought out the box and heaved it onto the bed. It was heavier than Nirvana remembered.

“What is it?” He asked. Sitting on her bed he touched the box gingerly. She got up and sat on the bed with the box in between them. She felt safer that way with a barrier between them. What she just saw in her vision and what she was feeling when he was around were two different things. If the box weren’t there it would be dangerous at the risk of Nirvana doing something she might or might not regret later on.
“So, the question is ‘how do we open it’?” Vincent whispered.
“I have no….(she placed her hand on the box) idea…”
He placed his hand on top of hers. “Me neither. But we will figure this out…together…”
She was about to spit out some remark when she felt a prickling sensation underneath their touched hands and Nirvana tugged his hand away to see a glowing handprint pulsating then disappear and reveal four latches around the box.
“Talk about security,” She laughed to herself. He smiled and waved his hand over and the latches were opened. Nirvana slid of the box top with a pop and inside was piles of papers, a black book and jewellery.
“What is this,” She wondered, her hands diving in for the black book. She felt something inside her that this book held all the answers.
“It a diary,” Vincent said.
“Yeah,” Nirvana replied. “And I wonder what it says,” And with that she opened the book and began to read her mother’s words….


Liz's journal entry

Roswell, New Mexico. August 2002.

“Do you love me?”
“Who are you?”
“Its just that. Sometimes, men say ‘I love you, I wanna have sex with you’ and the women think ‘I love him. I wanna please him. So I will have sex with you,’. Well, do you?”
“Of course not. I love you. Nothing is going to change that.”

The funny thing was that I believed him. That’s what happens when you’re in love with someone. His problems become your problems. When you’re not around him, you’re thinking about him. And the prospect of making love freaks you out. Not because that it hurts. It does hurt and that realisation only adds to the percentage of it. No, the real thought that frightens you besides the pain is ‘Will it bring you together? Or tear you apart?’ What if you’re not ready? What if you solely believe that saving sex after marriage would make him think you’re a frigid? That when you try to be physical with him that you feel that it’s not right, or you feel sometimes uncomfortable and prefer to lie with him? Because his presence gives you better justice and comfort then groping at each other’s skin?
Well, for starters. That’s what I believe. I believe in saving sex after marriage. Its not because that I’m religious… Its just that how can I be so sure that he will be faithful to me when I give him something almost sacred. Once it’s gone its gone so I want it to be right. I want it to be at the time when I know he is fully committed to me as I am to him
And I did find the right one. Or, at least I think I did. Even though Max slept with Tess I had finally put that business behind me.
I guess I should explain why I am thinking this way. First of I am not human. Well, I was. I was born human but Max brought me back from the dead. You see, He’s an alien, and right now you think I’m crazy. But I’m not. So bare with me.
I was changing into an alien and I got scared. Well, that’s the half-truth. I was still hung up from Max’s endeavour with Tess. That’s why every time he was near I got sick and it was painful to be around him both physically and emotionally. Tess is alien like him and that night when they had sex she fell pregnant and left for Antar- their home planet. Turns out she is a bloody murderer and murdered my best friend, Alex. Who we all thought killed himself. All except for my best friend, Maria and me.
I decided that I needed time for myself and spent some time at a boarding college in Vermont. But I kept having these dreams about Max being killed. Even though I couldn’t be near him I couldn’t stand there and do nothing. So, I left and came back to Roswell and it turns out my dreams were a reality. I found Jesse in the car park of Meta Chem the night I return from Roswell and found out from his ramblings that Max and Isabel went inside. So, ignoring my feelings I followed inside and Max had been shot in the heart!
I know, drastic change of story line but I can only explain so much. There was a lot of blood. It soaked his shirt and dribbled onto the floor and I felt his pain and struggle to keep his eyes open. It was the first time I ever so Michael cry in my life. But he was, and loudly too. Isabel was keeping an eye on the hallway and quickly explained that Meta Chem had been investigating Michael because they suspected that he was not form around here and could lead them to the healer, Max. They wanted Max to heal Clayton, an old sick man but he refused. I couldn’t blame him. He wasn’t God. When Max refused they pointed a gun at Max and fired.
I lay beside him and placed my hand on his heart and felt his blood oozed between my fingers and underneath my fingernails but I refused to move my hand. This is when things got weird. Max was the only one in the group that could heal until that night. I healed him. And not just him but me as well. Whatever happened between Max and me when I placed my hand on his chest was chemical and somehow my love for him was the fuel and energy to heal him.

So, I healed him and he left me alone for a while. In fact everyone did. I am grateful for that. It’s a lot to take in when you find out that you are no longer human and you heal you lover with powers you solely believed you didn’t have.
Nothing much happened after that. Well, nothing FBI or evil alien attacks like. Max’s dad was still investigating him. Jesse and Isabel were still fighting and Michael was just being Michael.
I would like to say that Max and me got back together and lived happily ever after. But we didn’t. We didn’t even accomplish a happily ever after bit either.

I can say that after a few weeks of space Max and I got back together. And I was happy again, and so was he. He knew all my secrets concerning Future Max (Max from thirteen years from the future came to the past to break them up by making Present Max think that Kyle and I slept together. And for the record that will never happen)

A week before graduation two thinks happened. A fighter jet crashed and Max proposed to me. Polar opposites I know but the fighter jet fiasco lead our group to find out that another UFO crashed onto Earth and the FBI tried to cover it up. At that time neither of us gave that a second thought.
Max proposed to me. I don’t think you guys get it but MAX proposed to me, Liz Parker, an eighteen-year-old Crashdown Waitress
You know the Dreams of how the Man of your dreams proposes to you and you wish that in reality it would happen that way? Well, mine did. With a little help from Isabel’s power to dream walk.
My dream is that Max Evans would give me a claddiah ring as an engagement ring.

And he did. He brought the Mariachi band and serenaded me with triez Diaz and threw white roses up and inside a single white stem rose was a small silver Irish friendship ring and a single note- Liz, be my wife after graduation.
So I guess you are wondering why I don’t feel so great anymore. Two weeks after graduation Max, Michael, Maria, Isabel, Jesse and myself flew down to Las Vegas to elope. Somehow, we both think that we should have our intended wedding we were going to have if Future Max didn’t make an appearance. That was this morning. So, why am I working on the same evening at my parent’s restaurant when I should be on our honeymoon?
I guess I can admit that I did have a honeymoon. For about three hours before Max’s father tracked us down and told us that there is a certain blonde back in Roswell who claims that her son is Max’s.
I felt uneasy, disgusted, embarrassed that Max’s father had entered (more like bashed) their suite door down after I had made love to my husband.

Tess was there with Max’s son, Elijah Matthew Harding- Eli for short. It turns out that Tess was the one who was the alien that crashed and was responsible for the jet fighter accident.
I’m speaking so fast. But I can’t write all of this down. I don’t even want to think. It’s too painful and to fresh in my mind that sometimes I want to block it out.
So now I am no longer Mrs Elizabeth Ann Evans. I am in the Crashdown and watching Max, Tess, their parents and the sheriff discuss marriage arrangements for Max and Tess.
I have this terrible migraine and my stomach hurts. And yet I feel nothing. And yet the words Max’s father uttered to me still cut my insides like a thousand knives…
“You are not right for my son,”
“Miss Parker,” It was a Man dressed in a Fed Ex uniform.
I nodded and he handed a package and I quickly singed for it.
I walked into the staff room and sat down before I opened the package that was from Evans and Associates law firm.

Inside was a copy of the annulment of my marriage to his son.
Max’s father filed an annulment of our marriage based on the fact that he didn’t want his grandson to be in a broken family when he is already a father to another woman, and that somehow I was responsible for his son’s behaviour over the past few months. I have never hated anyone before until now. Tess doesn’t count because she isn’t even human.
My mother called form upstairs and said Sean was on the phone. I told her I would call him back later. It was all too much and I quickly too some painkillers to get rid of the annoyance headache and stomach pains.
But somehow I ended up with my face in the toilet; vomiting and dry retching until I had tears rolling down my sweaty skin. It was all too much.

**
Nirvana made a mental note of the page number and closed her mother’s diary. “She was so sad,”
Vincent looked at his watch, “ I gotta go. I was supposed to be at training half an hour ago.”
It was obvious that he felt uncomfortable about the situation. But also, Nirvana knew that he wanted to give her some time alone. And she was grateful for that. Her mother was only seventeen and she had to go through so much hell in one day? To have such a happy occasion to be torn away from you….Nirvana was still reeling from the fact that her mother didn’t know she was pregnant with her.
“Training?” Nirvana said. “What about my training?”
“How about Friday afternoons,” Vincent suggested.
Nirvana nodded in agreement. It was Saturday so she had almost a week to get things straight with her new foster family, and to check up on her mother. “Where do I go?”
“Beach paradise.” Vincent stated. “I kinda own the joint. So, feel free to come around any time you like,”
Nirvana felt a little lighter when he said that. “Sure…” She smiled (She had a bad habit of doing that a lot lately) but then she remembered on how he got into the apartment. That was just it. She didn’t know.
“Vincent.” She said, and then asked. “How did you get to this floor?”
Vincent did his smirk again, and her stomach did another row of flip-flops. “I guess you are going to have to attend those training sessions in order to find out,” and left the room, and after a few seconds she heard the front door slam.

Nirvana realised what danger she was in, now realising she was indeed flirting with her arrange husband. She stopped smiling after that thought. That vision she had of torturing Eli- her so called half brother that might not be her half brother. She felt pure hatred. But most of all arrogance and what came strong in her vision was the lust and love she had for Vincent. So, maybe a way to prevent this is to stop being with him?
It was a logical answer but some part of her didn’t like that idea.
Nirvana was confused. After reading an entry from her mother’s diary she decided that maybe it was a good time to let Miguel, her boyfriend in on what was going on.

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A/N- Gee where have I been...

Well I have to say...I have not been updating becasue I made the mistake of not writing more parts..and well...somehow i am lost on where i was heading.....so this story ( no matter how much i love this one and others) will be put on back burner until i can re-visit it


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