THS: It Has to Start Somewhere(Multi XO UC Adult) [WIP]

[Jezebel Jinx]

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Chapter 11

--Next day [6:43 a.m.]--

Liz yawned as she woke from dreamland. She could hear banging in the kitchen; Mom must be making breakfast. Stretching she rose from the bed and thought back to the previous night. Jim and Michael really tuckered her out; she even got the threesome she had hoped for. It was hard to believe that it had only been two days ago that she turned over her blackened leaf of evil.

It was even harder to believe that she still had school today. Yesterday she hadn’t bothered to go, there were too many important things to do that school hadn’t mattered. However she would have to go now, she had to get personal items from the people she’s planning to put the spell on. Max, Maria, Phillip and Diane Evans, and possibly the Rameriz’s were going to have the spell cast on them.

With Kyle she’d feel him out, find out why he covered her ass, then she’d make a final decision. Liz grabbed a short, satin, black robe that she stole yesterday and shrugged it on. She left her room, her bare feet slapped against the cool hard wood.

“What’s for breakfast Mom?” She didn’t really expect an answer and wasn’t the least bit shocked when Nancy didn’t answer. “Really, well that sounds delicious.” Liz sarcastically spat at her.

Mom continued to ignore her; she never did get over never being able to conceive after Liz was born. See Mom had an affair after seven years of marriage with Jeff. And nine months later there she was, but after Nancy gave birth the doctor told her she would be unable to have more children naturally. Ever since than she’d been taking out her anger on Liz. It didn’t help that she was her lover’s child, a constant reminder to her infidelity.

Liz reached up to get a bowl and her mother finally took notice of how she was dressed. “Elizabeth take that off this instant. You shouldn’t be parading around in that skimpy robe.”

“But if I take it off I’ll be parading around in nothing.” She smirked.

“I didn’t mean it that way and you know it. Jesus Liz your butt is barely hidden and your breasts are practically spilling out.” Nancy argued.

“What are you so worked up over Mom. Are you afraid that Daddy will get a thrill? After all I'm not his “real” daughter so it’s not wrong for him to look at me like that. Or maybe you’re getting a thrill?” She loved torturing her mother.

“That is enough.” She raised her hand to smack Liz across the face but Jeff leaving the Master bedroom stopped her.

Instead of letting it go like she normally would Liz leaned in whispering low to her mother. “Oh come on Mom, hit me, beat your little disappointment, beat your little bad luck charm.” She hissed. “You’ve been hitting me ever since I hit puberty maybe you are worried about Daddy.”

When Jeff came in Liz backed off and smiled a genuine smile, reminiscent of her pre-evil days. “Hi Dad. How was your sleep?”

“Very restful. We didn’t wake you up last night did we Lizzie?” He and Nancy came in late last night, close to three in the morning.

Liz shook her head. “Nope not at all.” She poured cereal into the bowl before walking over to Jeff kissing him on the cheek. “I'm going to get ready for school.” A quick glance at her mother’s reaction to the innocent peck made Liz’s day. Nancy was fuming. Being evil was so damn fun.

Now would she really sleep with Jeff? No. Even though she’s evil through and through she couldn’t envision taking him to bed. However that didn’t mean she wouldn’t mess with her mother, making her crazy with jealousy. It was fun to play on her insecurities.

Liz poured milk into her bowl, grabbed a spoon, and made her way back to her room. She shed her robe and slowly got dressed eating her cereal as she did. As much as she wanted to shock the students and teachers by wearing as little as possible, she also didn’t want too many people knowing about her bad ways.

That’s the reason for the spell, she needed to make sure Maria and the others she decided on forget what she said about Tess and some of her actions from earlier. Liz only needed it to work for a week, which would be just enough time to make sure everything was in place. Smirking she grabbed the list she made and shoved it into the back pocket of her jeans.

Quickly she finished her breakfast and put her shirt on. She took a peek in the mirror and grinned at the reflection staring back at her. “Damn I look good.” Granted it wasn’t nearly as racy as she wanted but that didn’t detract from her appearance at all. She wore a tight red tank top and tight dark blue jeans, even got a tiny view of her light blue lace thong.

Liz brushed her hair, teeth, and put on a light covering of make-up. Finally she put on her black leather calf high boots that gave her a touch of height. Perfect. With a shrug and an air kiss to her reflection she left her room.

In the living room Mom and Dad were eating bacon, eggs, and French toast. Mom hardly if ever let her have some unless she asked while Dad was there. He’d say ‘of course’ and ask Nancy to make some more for her. Mom would just smile and cook the breakfast, later she’d find a way to make Liz ‘pay’ for having the balls to ask.

“Well, I'm off. Have a good day at work Daddy.” Liz kissed his cheek and gave him an over the shoulders hug while he sat on the couch. Liz saw Mom stare at her and glare; she couldn’t stop the smirk that crept onto her lips. “Later Mom.” With a swish of her hips she was gone.

TBC

[Jezebel Jinx]

Chapter 12

--W. Roswell High [7:38 a.m.]--

A week ago the looks she was receiving would have caused her to blush and hurry through the halls hoping the stares would go away. Now, however, as she slowly made her way toward the direction of her locker she enjoyed every stare and gasp. Her clothes weren’t radically different it was her attitude that students and teachers alike found shocking.

The jocks whistled and called out to her rubbing their crotches suggestively. At that she stopped and strode up to one backing him up into a locker. “You want me to be your tackling dummy?” She looked him up and down. “Hmm, maybe later,” She saw the others out of the corner of her eye, “Right now I have other business I need to deal with.” Liz pushed back away from him and continued to her locker.

As she spun the dial on her locker combination her cell phone rang. Who in the world could be calling her now? She checked the caller ID; the number didn’t jump out as one she should know. Curious she answered the phone anyway. “Hello?”

“Liz babe, it’s me.”

“Ryan? What number are you calling from?” This wasn’t the OZ phone number and it wasn’t the guard’s cell phone.

She heard a shuffling in the background. “Oh I got a couple guards on my favors list, got him to get me a cell phone. Where were you last night?”

“I was very tired Ryan, just got back from a get together with some friends. We voted on whether to kill someone-you know fun stuff like that.” He’d think she was kidding, he’d find out soon enough that she wasn’t joking.

Ryan chuckled, “Babe…these fuckers are getting rid of conjugal visits. Do you know how fucked up that is?”

“Really?” Glancing down the hall she noticed Max hurry toward the football field. He must be conducting a meeting, perfect timing. “Ryan I’ve got class in two minutes, when will you be able to get a last visit?” She loved talking to the sometimes sweet Irish man but she had to put her plan into motion.

“The last time is going to be in two weeks. I’ll get you the date. How are you going to pretend you’re my wife?” His curiosity got the better of him.

Briefly she looked down at herself, good they wouldn’t suspect a thing from the clothes she was wearing. “Don’t worry about the details. You let me worry about that. Just put me as your wife and I’ll get myself in. See you in two weeks.” She didn’t wait for him to answer before hanging up. Quietly she followed Max and saw him, Maria, Kyle, Michael, Isabel, and oddly enough Jesse. Michael and Kyle were going to be confused with what she had to do but it was necessary.

Liz took a deep breath, show time. Running like the devil was behind her she hurried toward the bleachers. Immediately Maria stood and backed away from her. Wonderful. “Oh God, I'm so glad I found you guys.” She cast a scared glance around the field.

“Stay away from us Liz.” Max boomed in a powerful voice. One that if she didn’t know him so well might have struck fear in her heart. But she knew him so no fear.

“Max? What are you talking about? You have to help me, please.” She pleaded and saw a flash of puzzlement in his eyes. “They kidnapped me Max. God the things they did to me.” She moaned out in terror.

“We’re not falling for your tricks Liz.” Maria wasn’t about to let Liz off the hook for what she’d put her through these last twenty-four hours.

A sob escaped and tears flow freely down her cheeks, Maria’s smart, she’d give her that but no one could stand to see her cry. “Falling for what? Why are you yelling at me? They hurt me Max, they hurt me. They tried to get me to talk, tried to get me tell them where you were but I wouldn’t.”

She saw the second Max’s wall crumbled. “Oh Liz…” He moved forward to bring her into his embrace but Maria stopped him.

“No she’s playing us Max.” Maria sounded so sure but Max pushed passed her hand and gathered Liz up. He didn't believe Maria; this was turning out even better than Liz had hoped.

“Something terrible happened to her Maria. She needs us.” He told her. “Who did this Liz?” He stared into her eyes pleading with her for answers.

“I don’t know but they kept saying that Kivar would like me that he’d-he’d enjoy using the King’s whore.” Violent sobs racked her tiny body. “And, oh God-they said that when he was done with me they’d get their turn.”

His grip on her tightened pulling her closer to him. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” Max pressed soft sweet kisses on her temple.

“How did you get out?” Maria challenged. “When were you taken in the first place?”

Liz sniffed, Maria would be harder to convince than she thought. Maybe she should have left her alone for a little while longer. “When they finally left me alone I used what little powers I have to melt the metal cuffs.” She burrowed deeper into Max’s muscular chest, he might not have much else goin’ for him but he had a damn fine body. “They caught me the night Tess was here. I’d gone out for a walk. Needed to clear my head, that’s when they grabbed me.”

“Then how were you here too?” Isabel spoke up. “We saw you. You came to our parent’s house and literally were not yourself.”

She didn’t even have the opportunity to tell her lie; her boyfriend did it for her. “It had to have been a shape shifter like Nasedo. We figured there had to be more but just never found them.” He reasoned.

“Is that true Liz?” Maria glared.

Liz nodded erratically. “I told them you’d all come looking for me but then-I-she-it walked out wearing my face…my body. God she scared me, her eyes were so cold and evil.”

“It looked exactly like you.” Max confirmed. “Sounded like you, smelled like you, everything. But I knew it wasn’t you. You’re so kind and sweet. The things she did you’d never do or even think about.” He stroked her hair. She felt him sigh with relief, he bought it completely. This was going perfectly.

TBC

[Jezebel Jinx]

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Chapter 13

When the meeting broke up and Liz convinced most of them she was the "real" Liz, Max insisted that he take her home. Let her rest and recover from her ordeal. But she adamantly refused. "No Max, no. I don't want to go home." She spoke frantically. "Please just...just let me stay at school, I need to."

Liz worked hard not to show Max how irritated she was at being told what to do but she managed, barely. Kyle and Michael came up beside her and gently rubbed her back and shoulders. Oh yea, the boys couldn't stand to see her hurting...even if it was all pretend.

“Don’t worry Max. Kyle and I have classes with Liz. We’ll keep her safe.” Michael assured the boy king.

“Thank you Michael.” He turned to Maria, Isabel and Jesse, the married couple only on campus because Max summoned them there. “I hope I can expect the same protection from the rest of you. The people who took Liz could look like anyone. We all need to be on alert but they may want Liz back.”

Maria spoke up. “Don’t worry Max. When Kyle and Michael can’t I’ll take care of her.” Liz could tell that there was no swaying her former friend. While the others seem to be buying her kidnapped story Maria wouldn’t budge. She’d have to do the spell to make her forget or at the very least brush off what happened yesterday.

Max brought Liz back into his arms and stroked his hand across her back assuring her of his presence. "Nobody will hurt you again. I'll make sure of it."

Liz nodded as the bell signaling the five-minute warning, telling the students to get to class. She pulled back from Max and said in a soft unemotional voice that hopefully conveyed she was numb, "We should get to class."

"Are you sure? I can still walk you home?" Max offered.

"No, I'll be fine. Michael's in my next class, he'll make sure I'm protected." She turned to Michael and gazed up at him with innocent eyes allowing a tiny glint of mischief to peek through.

With a final kiss Max left Liz to be watched after by Michael. Maria ran to catch up with Max, while Kyle stuck around with her and Michael. Having to leave the campus Isabel came up to Liz and hugged her. “Are you going to be ok?”

Liz stared at her for a second and nodded slowly. “I will be.” She wrapped her arms around her body and projected the air of vulnerability.

“If you need anything…don’t hesitate to call.” Isabel offered before taking Jesse’s hand and leading them away from the field.

Once she, Kyle, and Michael were alone she smirked at them. “Now that was fun.”

Kyle stared at her in shock. “So all that, what you just said and did was all a game?” He pointed toward the direction Max and Maria headed in.

“Not really a game but more of a necessity.” She revealed. Liz eased next to her former boyfriend. “Kyle, why did you cover for me at the Evans’ yesterday?” It had been bugging her since she overheard him and Michael lie right to Max and the others.

Kyle shrugged, “Tess killed Alex, the way I see it she deserved to die and you or Maria had the right to that honor.” He admitted. “There was no way I was going to sell you out to Dad or anybody else for that matter.”

Liz smiled genuinely and hugged him. “Are you sure you didn’t do it just to get in my pants? Cuz you know Michael covered for me too and he’s very thankful he did.” Her eyes glinted in Michael’s direction even as she kept Kyle close.

“What?” Confused at Liz’s question.

Liz pulled back. “See Kyle, I’ve changed. A lot. If you ever want to play, you know where to find me.” With a spring in her step she left Kyle standing there in slight shock and grabbed Michael’s hand. Moving through the crowd of students Liz brought Michael with her to the Eraser Room.

Pretending to be the sweet, innocent, and weak little teenage girl she had been drove her bonkers. She knew she had to continue with the charade with certain people, namely Max and Maria, but that didn’t stop her from hating to put the old skin she shed back on.

“I’m so hot Michael.” Saying a quick spell she locked the door magically and pushed Michael onto the desk. “Hope you don’t mind but we’re going to miss class.”

As Liz ripped his buttoned down shirt open he lifted her up onto his lap and kissed her deeply. “Don’t mind a bit.”

--W. Roswell High [8:57 a.m.]--

Michael poked his head outside the Eraser Room. Good the coast was clear, not a single soul in the hallway. Beckoning Liz along he shut the door once she snuck passed him and they hurried toward their lockers. Two minutes later the bell rang and students flooded out of the classrooms.

The two had missed their first class, the next class was Calculus that Liz had with no one. He’d walk her to the room like he promised but then he had Gym. Kyle would then wait for Liz and he’d walk with her to their English class that they shared with Max.

Liz had briefly contemplated leaving school but then that would have defeated the whole purpose of playing her innocent act in front of everyone. The Elizabeth Parker that people knew wouldn’t leave school in the middle of the day, it was unheard of.

Michael and Liz quickly turned the corner and mingled with the students leaving the classroom. He walked with her to her locker where she got her calculus book and binder before going with her to the room. Michael smirked as they approached the door.

“Remember, need any—relief, don’t hesitate to pull me into the Eraser room.” He smiled and discretely tapped her on the ass.

With that he took off down the hall and out of her eye sight. “Well, well, well. Was that Michael Guerin slapping Goody-two-shoes Parker on the ass? And it must have been my imagination but you seemed to like it. This is an interesting turn of events.”

TBC

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Chapter 14

Liz tweaked her jaw to the side. That little bitch. “Pam.” She turned around and faced the smirking girl.

“Isn’t Michael dating your best friend?” Pam Troy rocked on the balls of her feet.

Smiling Liz stepped close to her and whispered a spell in her ear. Saying the final words she leaned back and stared at the nosy girl. “Yes he is. It’s just a fun game Michael and I play. You really shouldn’t worry about it.”

“Oh, ok.” Pam frowned for a second but then nodded and smiled warmly.

“Pam, just one more thing.” Liz said before Pam could leave her sight. “A half an hour into your next class I want you to pretend you’re a chicken. Ms. Tyson will be so pleased and you’ll have a lot of fun.”

“That does sound like fun.” Pam agreed blankly before leaving Liz standing in the hallway.

Liz giggled quietly. Ah, the Acceptance Spell it definitely helped her out of interesting situations. She wished the Acceptance Spell would work on Maria; unfortunately the spell was only successful on people who weren’t closed off to her, plus it didn’t last more than a couple days. Currently Maria was a glacier with ten foot tall steel barricades around her. It would require a much stronger spell, which she was already sorting out in her mind. With a spring in her step she entered her classroom.

--[9:45 a.m.]—

After a long and semi boring class their teacher let them go. “All right class, you can leave early.” Mr. Campbell dismissed the students.

Liz stood up and gathered her belongings. She waited patiently for the rest of the students to leave before approaching the English teacher. During the class period she got brief snippets of what he thought, it seemed her powers were growing. Being evil rocked.

“Miss Parker, what can I do for you?” He looked up from his papers.

Smiling warmly she started asking him questions about the latest assignment, not really paying much attention to what she was asking him. Once his guard was down she quickly placed her hand on his forehead.

Instantly image after image flooded her mind. Mr. Campbell was an interesting character; the pictures in his mind were a huge contrast from what he showed people. As images flashed quickly in her brain she lowered her head gathering her thoughts. Liz breathed heavily; she wouldn’t do that again for a while. She didn’t know how to control the overflow of pictures yet.

Having gathered herself she lowered her hand and looked at the glazed expression of her teacher. Huh, he looked like he was sucked dry. “Mr. Campbell?”

Instantly he became aware of his surroundings again. “What--?”

Quickly she whispered the Acceptance Spell and his face went slack. He was waiting for her to tell him what he should do next. “Mr. Campbell, tomorrow when you get dressed to come to work, don’t fight with yourself. Give into your desires. Dress how you really want to dress.”

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea.” He agreed easily.

Sweat beaded down her forehead, while her powers were growing, she wasn’t all powerful yet, but hopefully that would change sooner rather than later. Liz left the room a little weaker from all her magic usage but no less evil.

Kyle waited for her by the door. When he saw her he wrapped his arm around her waist and steadied her. “Are you all right, what happened?”

“I’ll be ok. Just a little tired.” She tapped his belly getting a slight thrill feeling his abs beneath his shirt. When they were dating she enjoyed laying her head down on his stomach with Kyle running his fingers through her hair. That wouldn’t sound so bad now either.

“What did you do?” Kyle questioned. He didn’t mind the hand on his stomach. “I saw that you touched Mr. Campbell’s head but—“

“Basically I figured out a secret, when I touched him on the head all of it came flooding out. After I sorted through some of the images I found an interesting one and told him to come to school how he wanted to dress.” Liz explained.

“How did he want to dress?” Mr. Campbell was a suit and tie kind of guy. He never wore jeans or a t-shirt in the summer months or a sweater in the winter; it was always a suit and tie.

Liz smirked. “You’ll just have to wait and see tomorrow. Trust me it’ll be worth the wait.” She laughed joyously.

As they made their way to their class, Pam Troy left her last classroom, but she wasn’t the same Pam Troy that the students were use too. She moved her neck backward and forward, she tucked her hands into her armpits like they were wings and moved her leg like she was scratching at the ground with her foot. “Bawk. Bawk.” She made chicken sounds and tried to peck bystanders with her nose.

“Umm,” Kyle stared at the sight curiously. “Your doing?”

“You know me so well.” She bumped his hip with hers and they continued on their way to class. “Ms. Troy got in my way. So I put a little suggestion in her head that she should act like a chicken.”

“How?”

Liz stared at him in confusion. It took her a few moments but then she remembered. “Oh that’s right. You don’t know what I am do you?”

“What you are? Besides Liz my friend and former girlfriend?” Kyle asked slowly.

Quickly and quietly she told him the short version of who she was and what she could do. When Kyle asked if she could show him she nodded and promised sometime today she’d show exactly what she could do.

The two made it to their class. Neither noticed an older gentlemen down the hall, partially hidden by wandering students, watching them.

TBC