Roswell Fanatics

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Chapter 10- Unraveling Secrets


“Yo, where’s your duke?” Rath mocked towards their conceited queen. She sat quietly on the ratty old sofa not answering, but cowering and moping over Zan.

“Tuh, ya can’t even keep up with him any more can ya retard. Damn Ava, he already dodging your ass for another?” Rath laughed picking up his hockey stick and giving the puck a good slam before it crashed against the wall loudly. She even jumped at the racket as Rath shook his head. If Antar could see her now, they’d realize what a major mistake she was.

“What is up wit’ ya Ava? You becoming as up tight as your king?” Rath punched a third insult towards her and finally she cracked.

“Lay off Rath. I didn’t ask for your shit,” she spit out. Turning to the other side of the sofa, she pulled the old shabby red blanket tighter against her cold pail body. She heard another cruel laugh that was the final straw as she made an angry sigh and pushed off the blanket to turn towards their beloved second.

“Look you maybe the second in line to bein’ duke, but remember you sure as hell ain’t Zan. So watch yourself or…” she gripped her coat tightly.

“That’s right. I ain’t Zan, but your precious king seems to be missing out a lot don’t cha think Ava? And let’s face it; he’s been loose’n interest in this family, especially you lately. You’s just some groupie hoe. You’s pathetic Ava. Pathetic,” he spitted out coldly towering over her, even threatening her with his usual hateful stare.

She held her ground as her sweaty clenched fists began to throb in pain. And as she swallowed and looked into Rath’s rough eyes, she returned the favor with just as fiery of a look, and with one final stare she passed by him and kept on walking. Her scuffed up boots hit the pavement roughly on her way out of the stifling shack.

She swore and finally stopped in her fast tracks when she knew she was out of his sight and took a deep shaky breath. Her hands clasped and cradled her head as she tried to get it together. No tears were shed as she refused to let it happen. She never cried. Not even once had she ever cried, and she refused that she would start now. Ava took a big gulp of air and inhaled some of New York’s polluted air.

It was never clean. The air, it was never fresh to her, as it always felt poisoned or suffocating to her lungs each time she breathed. Sometimes she would even stop breath just to relieve her body from the dirty air. Closing her eyes and trying to remember Antar’s atmosphere, Ava could practically smell the hot scented spices and the blooming skies that were lighted by their suns of their world. What she would give to be back on Antar’s grounds and be Zan’s titled queen again. Things would be so much better between she and husband if only they were back on their planet. Everything would be so much better. She was sure of it.


















“I been watchin you so damn long But I dont know what to say or do. I be sittin around fantasizin’ ‘Bout what I wanna do to you,” De sang along with her I pod as she walked into Eli’s apartment building, and when she passed an old lady walking out she blew her a kiss with a fake smile and kept on walking as the old bat gave her the usual disgusted look.

“Its something about the way you move your body I cant take. ‘Specially when you turn around And you make you’ ass shake” she sang to Jermain Dupr’s “Gotta Getcha” as she danced and hopped her way up the stairs shamelessly, “You the number one most requested in the club, like one of my jams. But no matter what, when I come in You’re right here where I am Breakin’ it down like me in bed.”

“Hey Maria, nice hips. Damn girl, when you gonna let me take ya out,” the guy that lived a couple of doors down from Eli asked arrogantly.

“It’s De. D. E. And sweety your cute, but not that cute,” she replied walking past him and continued dancing her way to Eli’s apartment ignoring the guys still staring at her. “I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha Someday, some way I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha.”

Finally after shaking her thing, she took out her key and slipped it into the lock. Humming quietly to herself, she pulled out her hear plugs and tucked them into her pocket. De huffed as she walked towards Eli’s bed.

“Alright Eli, I am here to get your ass out of bed, and on your way out of this lousy building. So come on get up,” she sighed into the dark room. She could barely see the outline of the bed, and when Eli didn’t move she sighed and grabbed a magazine from the desk. “Come on get up!” she smacked her low near the ass area.

“What the hell woman!” a man groaned from the bed. De slammed the light on. At first her reaction was an escaped gasp, but then a second later it was an escaped laugh. She couldn’t help but snort at the sight in front of her. She was gasping for air from the pure hysteria of it, and when they began to sit up she laughed out, “Oh please no don’t get up. Oh g*d, please keep doing whatever it is that you two were doing. Do you know when the last time a man has been in Eli Parker’s bed?”

“De, get out!” Eli yelled disoriented.

“Oh honey, it is really great to finally meet cha. I’m De, and you must be…” she started still laughing at the practicality.

“De!”

“Oh! You must be the reason she’s been goin’ all narcoleptic these last few days. Damn you must be one fine distraction to…” she eyed him up and down with tears of mirth in her eyes.

“De I’m serious!” Eli finally grabbed her by the arm and tried to push her out of the room.

“Oh, so am I honey. Do you know when the last time this girl has gotten some action? Well, anyone who gets into Eli’s pants, gets a hand shake from me. I’m De, the former roommate.”

“Zan, the current “distraction,’” he restated her words with a firm shake and a lopsided grin.

“And some distraction you are,” she confirmed flirtatiously. “Gee, you know I think we’ve met before Zan,” she eyed him wickedly, “You don’t hang out in grocery stores and mall girls as hobby do you? Because I could have sworn I saw you with this punk chick friend of mine that has a big stick up her a…” De mumbled her last word into Eli’s hand as her friend had slammed her mouth shut irritatingly with her fingers.

“We’ll be right back,” she smiled at Zan before practically dragging De to the other room.

“Ouch! You bit me you bitch!” Eli exclaimed half seriously.

“ I’m a hair puller and I bite. I’m not to be messed with,” she proclaimed with her hands on her hips with a held head.

“That’s great De. Get a t-shirt printed up! Now, what the hell are you dong here?” she exclaimed shaking her hand with pain throbbing through her palm.

“Well, I came here to help you get out of bed, but apparently that’s the last thing you need. Girl, that man is fine…”

“De, we didn’t sleep together…I. I don’t think,” she bit her lip.

“You don’t think!”

“I can’t really… we might have. I don’t know,” she started while De gave her a ‘your hair has just been permed and been bleached’ kind of look, “I don’t remember okay!”


“Well, damn girl if you’re gonna let produce boy go to waste, then hand him over to me,” she joked.

“All right that’s it. You’re out of here. Come on let’s go,” Eli sighed. When she didn’t move, she grabbed the magazine in De’s clutches and slapped her on the butt with it.

“Oh, damn now I see what Zan’s work’n with. That’s hot. Slap me again,” she laughed as she stuck out her ass jokingly.

“Yeah, I’m gonna slap you in a minute,” Eli swore under her breath trying to make her budge.

“Alright, alright. I’m leave’n,” she laughed as she ducked her head into the other room, “It was very nice to meet Zan.”

“You too,” he nodded playing the spectator on the couch and lace’n up his shoes.

“Tell ya what, when your done with Miss. Eli Parker let me know and I’ll come over and fix ya a meal. I make a mean grill cheese,” she invited friendly and laughed when Eli grabbed the back of her belt and basically threw her out.

“Eli,” she laughed, “I’m just joke’n with ya. I’m happy for you…” she promised with a sweet sugary smile, “You finally got some!” she laughed as she yelled it through the hallway.

Eli closed her eyes as she heard a masculine laugh from inside, “Alright you’ve humiliated for the day. Now go, and I’ll call you by the end of the second coming when I’ve forgiven ya.”

De was already at the end of the hallway and walking down the stairs when Eli finished her fiery words. She rolled her eyes when she heard De’s last remarks when the old lady down stair had told her to shut up, “What? When’s the last time you got some granny?”

Slamming the door with exhaustion she turned and leaned against the door. She shook her head with a small smile. This had most diffinatly been the weirdest and craziest week of her life she thought, and as her eyes lifted upwards she found two soulful ones staring right back at her.

Wiping her sweaty palms against her jeans, she swallowed and walked slowly towards him. “So,” she cleared her throat and looking everywhere but him.

Her breath caught as he strided towards her irritatingly calm. His tranquil demeanor aggravated her simply because she was so unnerved by it. Her eyes closed softly when she could feel his heat all around her as his arms trapped her from an escape. Eli’s breathing picked up as his hot puffs of air hit against her neck as he inhaled her calming aroma. He wasn’t even laying a hand one her she swore as her body started to quiver.

But then at the perfect timing she locked her eyes deeper when her stomach growled softly. “Yo’s hungry,” he smiled. She nodded her head embarrassed, “Well, we’ll fix that,” he smiled dropping his hand to hers and taking hold of it gently.

Leading the way to the kitchen, Zan headed towards the refrigerator. “I’m just gonna take a quick shower if that okay?” she ushered towards the bathroom. He looked over to her and nodded. As soon as she shut the door, he swore to himself. He couldn’t cook, much less with that shower running and the thought of what was going on in that other room. ‘This ought to be interestin” he thought to himself with an unamused look at the kitchen.












Lonnie walked through the crowd with watchful eyes towards everyone she passed. She ignored the thugs calling to her from across the streets and kept on walking. She hated Earth. There wasn’t another planet that so depressing and degrading, but she’d get back to her home sooner or later. It was only a matter of time before she reigned as queen. As soon as her brother and Ava were killed, they would have full control of Antar.

She stopped and sat back on the steps on some apartment building waiting for him to show up. She chewed her gum brutally and finally spit it out when it lost its flavor, so she did to everything near her. Once the people were of no use to her, she’d throw them away with no remorse. It’s how she survived, and she liked it that way.

She gasped as she was quickly torn out of place and pushed against a dark alley. Her arms were held in place roughly against the wall as she smiled wickedly to the stranger, “Your late.”

“I’m taking the risk here, so we’ll call it even,” the man whispered into her ear, “Did you do it? Vilandra?”

“They’ll be here next week. That’s a promise,” she breathed.

“I don’t need promises Vilandra. I need it done,” he warned with his grip turning tighter.

“It will be done Kivar,” she warned.

“Good,” he watched carefully before grabbing her neck roughly and giving a hungered kiss.











“Vilandra, you remember the Baron Kivar don’t you?” her husband inquired with a mistrusting eye towards the new guest.

“Baron? I thought your position was as a senator Kivar?” Vilandra asked as she addressed him with a secret gleam in her eye.

“It was, but the council all so graciously gave me the new position,” he smiled and lifted his gaze towards her husband, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen your wife Rath. With all due respect to the queen of Antar, dare I say your betrothed is still the most beautiful woman in the palace?”

“I can not argue with you. She’s indeed one of my most prized possessions,” he agreed without the slightest smile from his mouth. Zan did not trust the man nor did he with the council or anywhere near Vilandra.

“I didn’t know you were invited Kivar,” Rath sneered subtlely.

“The entire council was invited am I wrong?” he answered smugly with a plastered smile trying to restrain his dislike for king’s right hand man. He knew the second in command was getting close to finding out the affair. It was only days now until he’d figure it, a week if he was lucky. He had to act swiftly and fast in his plan he noted quietly to himself.

“Well, I can see you have many guest’s to attend to, so I will distract you no more,” he forged a smiled to him and nodded his head towards Vilandra with a undisclosed look only known between the two lovers.

She watched him go with a small smile. “Be careful Vilandra,” Rath warned obscurely with mistrusting eyes. She turned with a high held head and placed a cold hand to his neck.

“You’re distrusting for nothing,” she promised with those treacherous eyes.

“I’m distrusting of everything,” he reminded, “For the sake of our empire.”

She returned with a bitter stare and shrugged her shoulders callously, “Then, beloved, it is your funeral.” Turning swiftly from her jealous betrothed, she walked past the ridiculous guests of the party. She even ignored Nicholas tonight, as he tried one of his attempts. She knew all to well that he was a well-known man for pleasing the council and woman so she had heard for many years by trickery and false, but also tempting, promises. She turned her head from the notorious man towards the gardens where it was quiet and secluded for her thoughts.

She watched the deep red sky as two of the suns were shinning into night. Sprinkles of blue and purple stars flickered through the lighted sky as the gentle callings of nature could only be heard playing its soft music through out the night.

Her breath was stolen and was his when she felt his hand enrapture her arms possessively. She knew all too well it was not her husband’s hands that were now laid upon her. “I’ve missed you,” he breathed into her ear and seductively tilted her neck with commanding hands.

“I can tell,” she whispered quietly with lack of words sorely growing fewer and fewer the more his hands danced along her skin. He laughed roughly against her neck and turned her with such force before taking her lips. She swore to herself as she felt the guilt slide from her mind. Despite the things she had done with Kivar, she did feel remorse and guilt for what she was doing. Her husband was a good man, but she was never given the chance to have a choice. Rath and she had been destined to be together even before they were born. It was a marriage the council had made not them, certainly not her.

She envied her brother for having a wife he had chosen himself. He had a wife that he loved, and although she had seen less of his affection of her during the years he at least had had that choice. She was never given one. So this, the romance between she and Kivar, was at least her choice. There was no wrong in being with Kivar. It was her only choice and she would have it. She had a right to it. At least that’s what she told herself while laying in her husband’s bed.

“Have you decided?” he breathed against her lips. The mood-changed instantly for Vilandra as she unwrapped herself from his clutches.

“Kivar, I’ve told you I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she pushed away but was pulled again forcefully into his arms.

“Listen to me. Your brother is intolerable right now. The war is rising whether he wants to believe it or not. I’ve tried to show him that I mean Antar no harm, but he refuses to listen to me. I want peace Vilandra,” he lied profusely but the princess didn’t seem to notice, “Don’t you? And how are we supposed to stop the war from colliding when your brother won’t even let me and my men into the palace’s walls. All I’m asking you to do is in one week to make sure that that gate over there,” he pointed towards the side gate with rugged vines and rusted metal on its worn bars, “Are open for me and my men to enter by the second moon’s turn. That’s all I ask Vilandra. Don’t you want to prevent the war from happening?”

She watched him with soft eyes and thought carefully over his words. She seemed to be warring down so Kivar returned, “We, your people and mine, if we can fuse together Vilandra, then no one will dare to start a war. Imagine it. Together we’ll make sure that nothing with happen to this world. Together we’ll be inseparable,” he breathed as he intertwined their hands together to prove his point.

Looking into his eyes, she sighed and nodded her head tiredly. “Okay,” she whispered finally giving into him. He grinned and kissed her roughly on the lips before with drawing and bidding her goodbye.

The princess fell to the stone covered chair and closed her eyes with shame. Why did she do these things? She never knew why she did what she did. There were no explanations or excuses for them, but she was hoping that in one week she would be redeemed. She hoped that in one week, after letting Kivar into the palace’s doors, all of her sins would be exchanged for the good one she was about to do, and she truly did believe Kivar wanted peace.

There were some nights when she didn’t like who she had become. She had never thought of herself as a wife that would stray from her husband but still she did so, and she felt even guiltier when she looked upon her brother. He was such a faithful husband to his wife. Often she would wish that she could be so noble as her brother. She would even swear on her life that he would never even dream of an affair. No, he was a good husband and an even better king. She sighed to herself quietly on the bench wishing she were as strong as he.












Eli ran her hand through her wet hair and in took the steamy air from her shower. Looking into the mirror, she watched her reflection carefully and didn’t recognize the person staring back at her. She didn’t know who she was anymore; she didn’t even know what was real anymore. Was this world real or was the other? And how could you decide. Was she Eli or was she Amara? These questions seemed to constantly plagued her mind.

Pushing back her question for now, she sighed and pulled open the door after tucking a white towel over her damp body. At least she felt a little better after taking her shower she supposed.

She froze mid step when six feet of male was standing in front of her. It mad it worse that he was doing that stupid half smile thing he always did when he was being cocky. He raised an eyebrow suggestively at her current state.

Pushing back the heat and aggravation, Eli kept walking until she got her closet. It was the first time when she was actually regretting having a New York flat with no walls to separate the kitchen from her bedroom.

“Hungry?” he asked. She closed her eyes tightly as she could feel his eyes everywhere he was looking, and she knew all too well what he meant by hungry.

She nodded her head and glanced over at him. Clearing her throat when he didn’t move she said with her cloths in her hand, “I know this don’t look like much, but this is actually my bedroom. So do you think that maybe you could turn around or somethin?”

“It ain’t nothin’ I haven’t seen before,” he answered arrogantly with a devious smile. Finally when she pierced him with unamused eyes, he laughed and turned around with a roll of the eyes, but he had to swallow hard when he heard her towel drop, “Since when did you become all shy and shit?” he asked roughly to try and clear the air and swore to himself at how familiar this all felt to him.

“Probably around the time you turned into such an ass,” she returned, “Done.”

Turning Zan took in the sight of her tanned body covered in denim short skirt with frayed edges and off the shoulder punk black shirt. Damn, he swore to himself as she casually passed by him and sat at the table expectantly.

She laughed and shook her head when she found pop tarts and cereal on plates at the table. “I don’t really cook,” he scratched his ear with a slow smile.

She nodded and agreed, “That’s okay. I don’t either.” Looking across the table, he leaned against counter studying her. She swallowed as her smile slowly disappeared. Sometimes she really did wish she knew what he was thinking.

“So,” she cleared her throat, “We kind of need to talk.”

“Yeah, we do,” he agreed. They both nodded in agreement, and looked somewhere else as silence hit the air dramatically and quit uncomfortably. Eli sighed tugged on her skirt as she watched Zan sit on the counter. The awkward silence stayed through the air as the two strangers thought of things to say.

“So…”

“Yeah, so…”

Hi guys! Another Chapter. These parts up coming will be rolling fast since, the stories starting to come to an end. It wont be for lik another couple of weeks, but it coming up .
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Chapter 11- Unwanted questions


“I have a lot of questions,” she warned from across the room. He smiled leaning against the counter carefree with his tattoos twisting while he moved his arms.

“I’d be surprised if you didn’t,” he sighed tiredly. She wondered suddenly if being the king had something to do with his arrogance and unattachment. It must have been the reason why he was so shameless in his actions, never once apologizing for himself. It must have been why he was so distant. She was certain of it, but then why hadn’t he been this way in the other life? Why had he changed so much from being the king she knew to being the punk who now stood in front of her?

“How is this possible,” she whispered breathlessly. The alien king watched her carefully. This world, his world, of alien drama was new for her, and until he’d came along she’d never even knew it existed. He almost regretted meeting her. Almost, he admitted to himself. He could never truly be sorry for knowing her. Zan couldn’t remember a lot from his life, but he did know that in that life he wouldn’t have apologized either for his actions towards her, simply because he couldn’t have helped himself. There was nothing he could have done in his past life to have stayed away from her. There was not one thing he could have done differently, and he knew that now.

“How can dreams be real?” lifting her gaze up into his piercing eyes.

“There not dreams… their memories of our past,” he reminded, “…It’s easier if you think of it that way.”

“If they’re memories, then how did we get here?”

“We all were… sent here,”

“We?” she asked.

“The royal four,” he answered but could already see her next question rising to the surface.

“But I’m not…”

“One of the royals or Antarian,” he finished with a node, “ I don’t exactly know why you were sent here. I probably remember just about as much as you do.”

“So you don’t remember what happened?” she questioned.

“I… remember us,” he answered clearing his throat, “but everything else…” he finished with a shake of the head with regret. He wished he did remember more, but everything that he remembered were just pieces. They were just slices of time.

“So are the other three royals… are they… are they here?” she gulped.

“Yeah,” Zan saw right where this one was going to.

“So, she’s … with you then? Ava’s here,” she confirmed as if she already knew. She had a sickening feeling in her stomach and pushed away her last hope. He didn’t even nod his head to answer her. The look in his eyes told her confirmed her assumptions. And just when she thought things couldn’t get any more complicated, fate just seemed to slap her in the face with something else for it laugh at. She shook her head with dejectedly.

“You’re still with her aren’t?” she said again knowingly with down casted eyes when he didn’t answer.

“I don’t believe this,” she stood with a familiar anger not only starting to grow in her eyes but also in her voice as well, “Not only did I sleep with a married king in my last life, but I’m a home wrecker in this one too!”

“Eli, it’s different now,” he warned roughly.

“How? How is it different?” she asked dumbfounded. Nothing was different. It was still the same. He was simply… unattainable.

“I ain’t married to her for one thing. And second…”

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I should have stayed in Roswell New Mexico. I mean I could have dodged this whole thing if I had only stayed there…”

Zan turned his head quickly and kept his mouth shut on that one. Eli had enough to deal with. She didn’t need to know that there was another pair of the Royal Four out there and were currently in Roswell New Mexico at the very moment.

“I mean what the hell is wrong with you?” she drastically asked. When he rose his eyebrow and almost didn’t believe she was talking to him she answered, “Yes you! How do you expect me to deal with this shit? You walk into me life and change everything that I’ve ever known. I mean you trigger these memories. I can’t sleep! I constantly think about you and these stupid visions!”

He lifted an eyebrow at the comment and she fumed even more, “Oh don’t get flattered by that! That’s not my point and you know it. You actually told me that I had another life on a different planet with a different race Zan! How do you expect to react? Oh, and last but least, you attack me at work like I belong to you…”

“You do belong to me,” he added hotly with fiery eyes. She glared at him at his boldness in some way he knew that not even he could never own her, but it didn’t stop him from feeling possession through out his entire vessel.

“How dare you!” she seethed furiously. Zan’s twisted his mouth at how hot she looked when she was mad which only pushed her further into hate, “I don’t belong to anyone! You don’t have possession over me Zan. You never did not in this life or the nest!”

In one swift movement he grabbed her from burning a hole the floor and kissed her with all the heat and fire building up inside. He couldn’t exactly explain what gave him the erg to do it, but it seemed so right at the time. All he knew was that in one moment she looked like she was about to punch him with scorching eyes, and then the next he was pulling her to his body for a hungry, devouring kiss.

He growled when she kissed him back with just as much pent up energy. And believe him the girl had a lot of fire in her. It was so intense that his step almost faltered, but still he held her tightly until his lungs screamed for air.

And when he stepped away the look on her face, her deep brown eyes looking up at him, her lips slightly parted as she waited for him to do or say something. She was studying him. He’d never felt more bare and exposed in his life.

Clearing his throat, he explained, “I just wanted ya to keep calm that’s all.” He noted how she watched him carefully almost as if she was in search of some kind of hidden humility in him. Well then, she was looking for something that was never there to begin with he told himself. Grabbing her arms, he slowly pushed her away and moved farther away from the doe eyed girl. Things hadn’t really changed, not really. She was still the beautifully innocent young girl and he was still… him. One would think that things would change enormously after a half a century had passed, but they were still here having the same familiar conversations thinking about the same familiar consequences.

“Who are you?” she breathed.

“What?” he growled

“Sometimes I think I know everything about you, and then others…” she faded off as she shook her head full in disappointment.

He sighed and looked out the window distantly, “You don’t know me any more Amara, so don’t even try. Like I said, things are different now.” He wanted to punch himself for the words that came out of his mouth. Things weren’t different, and she knew him more than anyone else ever did.

“Is that why you keep ending up over here in my apartment, because things are different?” with a small hint of mock in her voice she asked.

“I came over here to give you your answers,” he defended crossing his arms unsettlingly, “All you gotta do is say the word, and I’m gone Princess.”

He half expected her to tell him to leave, but as usual she surprised him when she simply turned her head in the corner and looked the other direction like a child. Things had never really changed he told himself again watching her features glow from the sunset.

“Why are you here?” she questioned and for a moment he thought she was asking him to leave, but then her next words came, “If you were a king then why did they send you here? Why did they send any of us?”

“The war,” he answered with a far off gaze.

“The…? Oh,” she breathed. Finally it was starting to come together in her mind. It was like a dream. She could remember if she just tried.

“They figured we’d be safe here,”

“What does any of this half to do with me?” she shook her head as her shaking hands threaded through her hair. She felt like she was going insane. Maybe she was. Maybe… “I mean they sent you, the king, Ava your queen, Rath your second, and your sister princess of Antar. Why send me? I was just a…”

“Slave,” he breathed.

“A slave,” she in took the word. She felt the title was insulting to her very character. She was her own person. She felt discussed with his race, but she couldn’t remember how it came to be that humans were pulled into slavery. She couldn’t remember.

“They brought you there,” he answered as he sat next to the window with an arm lazily laying on his knee, “The humans… they were brought from here over to Antar.” He sighed as the blue sky drew into light colors and the sun settled down behind the horizon peacefully. The temporary pink and purple sky reminded him of his old world as he began to remember Antar’s society… Antar’s slavery.

Never taking his gaze away from the window he sighed, “Antarians thought so little of humans, that they stole them from this world only to make them their slaves in the next,” glancing over to her piercing eyes, he looked away almost as quickly and kept isolated from the small little red head that was a mere few feet away. It was hard enough thinking about the cruel system, let alone the thought of her in it.

“When they first came here to earth, they thought humans were useless. They said earth needed a few million years to develop higher abilities…”

“Powers,” she sat quietly.

He nodded and pulled back his attention to the window, “So I guess they finally found a use for them,” he swallowed as his reflection faced him eye to eye, “I guess that’s why they sent us here to earth. They thought we were safe here with…”

“An incompetent species,” she fired heatedly.

He turned his neck towards the revolted red head before looking down at the cold floor. He didn’t argue with her. There was no point.

“How old was I when they took me away from here?” she whispered with glazed and almost tearful eyes.

“I don’t…” he started.

“How old?” she demanded almost about to break.

“Six,” he swallowed, “Most are captured younger, but you…” he froze as the memory pulled at him. Zan’s gaze turned to something imaginary, as the memory pushed its way in until it hit him against his will.







“I see you’ve found her,” Kivar breathed with an interested smile on his face behind him. The king turned his attention back to the small brunette playing with the children in the garden. Zan tried to push back the smile on his face while watching Amara laugh and roll on the ground with a small child, “She’s quit extraordinary isn’t she? For a human I mean.”

Clearing his throat, Zan professed, “Who is she?” as if he didn’t know. The name she carried was one he’d never forget. It was imprinted iton his mind forever he would swear to it.

“Her name’s Amara. I ordered for her immigration myself. When Nicholas sent me her hologram, I knew she would be perfect for the palace’s walls. Granted she was past the age limit of ordering into slavery, but with a face like that who could blame me for breaking the rules,” Kivar smiled wickedly towards Amara. Zan gripped his fists tightly as he watched him gaze upon her.

“It’s too bad she’s human. Mating with such a beautiful creature would be will worth the wait for her prime years. But she’s still very exceptional to look at do you not agree?” Kivar inquired gazing at her body lying down on the crimson grass laughing in such innocence.

Swallowing harshly, the king glared at the man while having a strong inner battle with in himself. It would have been so easy for Zan to throw him against the wall. He’d never liked or trusted the man not only because of what family he’d come from, but also his revolting character. Strangely though Zan found himself, for the first time, in close counters of killing the man. How could someone ever think of Amara as an object? How could one talk about an angel like she was a simple game?

“How old was she… when you found her?” he asked in a rigid tone as his eyes watched her familiar smile glow. It was the only thing that kept him from blasting the wretched man against the solid ground.

“Six… why? Are you going to turn me in Zan?” he laughed. Zan didn’t return the light favor, and as he felt Kivar’s hand slap him on the back, the king felt his anger rage.

Watching the man walk away from his grips, Zan took a shaky sigh looking into the empty hallway. He turned and felt all residual rage melt away as the melody of her laugh filled the garden.

He held his breath when she turned and looked up towards him with a radiant smile as children toppled on top of her. A different smile graced her lips when she saw him. It was a loving and peaceful look that made him feel the same inside. Giving him a last remaining smile, she turned and rolled farther down on the grass with the small little girl giggling in fits of laughter. The beautiful sight had Zan’s stomach turning and for the first time it made him wish for something that he could never have with Amara… a child.






She watched as his empty brown eyes gazed into space. Once again she wished she knew what he was thinking, but she didn’t it seemed. “Zan?”

His movements were forced and unstable after that, as he all of the sudden stood from the corner with down casted eyes and began heading towards the door, “I gotta go,” he whispered. And as he passed her, he had to push away the tantalizing thoughts over how could she smelled.

“Wait,” she stopped him in his very tracks. He was almost out of the door before he turned and waited silently.

Watching with auburn eyes he questioned, “What?”

“I have one more question,” she swallowed. G*d could she ask him?

“Yeah?” Zan held his breath as he waited.

“Did you ever love me… in that other life. Did you love me?” Zan’s heart stood.











“Where is he Rath?” Lonnie demanded coldly as he shrugged his shoulders with a smart-ass grin. “You’s supposed to be watching him. Have you even asked him about the summit?”

“I’m not his keeper Lon. You so worried about your little bro, then you fallow him around like some cornball. I ain’t doin’ it,” he sniffed.

“Do you want to get out of this miserable planet or not Rath?” she pushed him against the wall with little patience. Rath smiled at her aggressiveness. He could have her pinned to the wall in a matter of seconds, but what fun was that?

“Nicholas is offering us everything for Zan. I won’t have you screw it up with your stupidity!” she threatened as she grabbed his jacket’s edges.

“What about the retard?” he questioned.

“They could care less for her. They want Zan dead, not her,” she growled with no more patience for his ignorance. Did she have to do everything herself?

“How do we know they won’t sell us out? How do we know if they want us all knocked off?” he returned with anger starting to boil as he grabbed her wrist from his coat.

“I know,” she assured him looking back and forth in his eyes. Turning to a different approach she countered, “This is it. What we’ve been waiting for, and all’s we have to do is play along and keep an eye on the king. Then his royal highness won’t know what hit him, and we’ll be on our way back home. So just be a good little boy, and leave the rest to me. You think you can do that?”

He looked her up and down before smirking, “Yeah, yeah I think I can do that.” Pulling her to him, his tongue slipped into her mouth forcefully and drew in an empty kiss. Lonnie smiled to herself at how easy this was going to be because of her dead headed betrothed. She’d be at Kivar’s side in no time, ruling Antar and finally getting the title she deserved. Soon she would have everything at her grips.






Zan cursed under his breath as he walked the streets to get everything he was feeling out of his system. He kept hanging onto the fact he was different from her. He kept telling himself it couldn’t work. It hadn’t in the past, why would it in the future?

After Eli’s question, Zan had been in complete thought, not so much about the question, but how she had asked it. She was scared and unsure about everything even about them, and he had just walked away from her like some kind of fucking coward. What was wrong with him?

While he was deep in his thoughts, someone hit against his shoulder as he past. He didn’t even here her voice until she had chased after him and pulled at jacket.

“Ava?” he questioned, “What ya doin’ here?”

“We’re in New York Zan. It’s free territory,” she defended with her arms crossed, “So’s where have you been? Lonnie’s been look’n for ya.”

“Around,” he answered shortly with a sniff before returning, “Lon’s been look’n for me? Since when? She have’n a massive breakdown or some’thin,” he sneered.

“Na, I don’t know what she wants. She just said it was important,” she turned her head to the ground, and suddenly it got really uncomfortable.

“Important?” he asked.

She shrugged her small shoulders and mumbled, “Well you haven’t exactly been around lately Zan. You’re bound to be missin’ somthin.’” Watching her carefully, he looked away and apologized stiffly.

“Where have you been Zan?” she asked looking up at him carefully. She didn’t understand why he wouldn’t look at her anymore even when they were talking, he would turn the other way as he spoke, and Zan didn’t understand why she was looking at him like that, like he’d done something to betray her.

“You know, no matter how much you want to ignore it, we’re still your family Zan. It may be screwed up, but we’re still family. ‘Family comes first’ that’s always what you say… well at least you used to,” she spoke in a familiar tone that Zan knew all too well. It pissed him off, but her words actually cut him deep and pushed him back into reality.

Swallowing roughly, he nodded and began to head towards his family in the sewers. The farther he got away from Eli’s apartment and the closer he got to home, the easier it became to accept what he was going to have to do. It was the inevitable. He had to break it, this affair once and for all. He had to end it with Eli... no matter how much it'd kill him.

Hey, guys. I squezed another chapter out of me Appreciat it so much for all the fb and the support. Here the next and hopefully on monday I'll have another part. Like I said I'm trying to finish this up. I've got another fic thats just begging for me to right it so-lol. Like I said before it won't be really soon, but the fics gonna wrap up by the end of the month so... anyways just wanted to give a special wave to ruthandnina who came out of lurksvill -so proud of ya





Chapter 12- Break away



“We have to end this,” he breathed from the doorway. The way he spoke hit her to through her heart, as if she could hear his very own crumbling into pieces. The look in his eyes showed her just how much he meant his words. She remembered that look he’d worn a very long time ago when he’d sworn those same words to her. Yes, it was deja vu from here on end.

She crossed her arms defiantly, “End what?” she asked expectantly. When he didn’t answer or even move she asked again, “End what Zan? How can you end something that never started?”

“Don’t,” he warned with tormented eyes. They may have been a few feet away from each other physically, but emotionally they were Galaxies apart… excuse the expression.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she warned with fire heating within her brown eyes, “I’m not your precious slave any more Zan. So DON’T tell me what to do!”

“I do what I want princess. I’ms the king remember,” he watched hotly. He stood up straight and glared at her angrily. Why was she so damn difficult? She always had been. He supposed that’s what had attracted him… at first.

“You’re not my king,” He watched as her amber eyes soon turned to black. They could have killed him if he weren’t so used to the fiery stare, but it was her words that struck him cruelly and not that fiery little temper of hers.

“I was once,” he promised. Looking deep into her eyes, Zan felt his resolve weakening within his system. She didn’t return with a hell bent reply or a heated glare. She just stood and crossed her arms dramatically with down casted eyes.

“Face it Amara,” he whispered quietly, “Nothing’s changed. I’m still the king and your still…” he paused with a heavy swallow, “human.”

She still didn’t deject him. G*d he didn’t know if he could do this. He couldn’t in his last life; could he do it now in this one? Could he give her up? For her sake he thought he could, because she was so much better off with out him. She would be happier if she lived in this life without remember the past one.

“I can’t do this again Amara. I can’t betray my family for some infatuation,” his voice rose louder to her ears. Her body even shook at the cold tone. What a king he was now… what a king.

“An infatuation… is that what I am?” she questioned. Something must have happened she thought to herself as she gazed upon his hard features. Something must have happened to change him so dramatically. Other wise he wasn’t the king that he once was. He wasn’t the man that she had once… loved.

She clutched his army colored vest and pulled him to her, “Look me in the eye, and tell me you don’t love me.” His jaw tightened and clenched at her daring words as he pushed her warm, comforting body with force, but she was faster as she gripped his neck and crashed into his lips. The passion and heat that escaped into that kiss could only be described as ageless. He couldn’t reframe from sucking on her thirst quenching lips. It was instinctive and inevitable to give up at the simplest taste of her breath.

His hands unwillingly came around her as they roamed her back, kneading the soft flesh to his will before his hands grasped lower, as he squeezed her ass tightly through her jeans. Giving up momentarily the fight to refuse her, he gave into everything that was right there in his arms.








“I have to have you,” he swore into her ear. Her heart raced at his dangerous actions. He seemed desperate and helpless to his craving. His hands gripped her wrists and pinned her to the wall, as he ravished her neck in the isolated room.

“No… I know what you want. You have no possession of my body your highness even though you wish it so.”

“But I did have possession of it last night and the night before that and the night after…” She flung at him for his arrogance that so disturbed and gripped her. As she pushed his lust filled body away, she felt his large hands grasp her waist tightly holding her within his reach. She fought, but still he won in the heated brawl.

Zan swore to himself as the riveting need to be inside her. It was irrefutable. He’d found himself the whole entire day in thought of her. She plagued his mind insistently. It had only been a night before he’d had her, but still his lust took over his will. He would never be so persistent if she didn’t want him just the same as he wanted her, but he knew she did. She craved him like he craved her, and the more she denied it the hotter it got in the dark room.

“No, this can’t happen. We have to stop this, before things get out of… hand,” she moaned when his hand slid under her dress.

“I know… I should stop this, but I can’t. I can’t stop touching you,” he breathed sucking on her bare shoulder relieved from her sleeve. He marked her soft flesh with his hungry mouth before a whimper escaped from her lips. He held her tighter when her body began to quiver and shake uncontrollably in hopes of comforting her.

Amara soon started to forget why they should stop. She couldn’t think of why it was wrong, why she had to stop. The only thing on her mind was the way he felt against her and how perfect he melted into her body. His strong muscles massage her in the most intimate ways that she couldn’t refuse or even describe.

“G*d, what do you want from me?” she whispered hotly against his relentless body. All resolve had left her from the moment his hand had touched her.

“This,” he breathed. His hand slipped higher until he was finally inside her. She moaned finally giving into the sweat temptation although she knew the guilt would come afterwards. It always did.







He pushed away as visions crept into his mind like poison and seduction. He tried to keep from remembering the tantalizing memories, but still they came. The visions were so intense almost to the brink of insanity. They were just making it harder for him to say no.

Zan growled and gripped her shoulders tightly before turning away from her innocent face. He walked away… as fast as he could he walked from the apartment, and Eli, and everything else that ever truly men something to him in his pointless life.

After a few blocks away he’d finally stopped from the pain in his chest as his lungs stretched and contracted harshly. It was the only good thing he’d ever done for her… to let her go. He’d pushed all feeling and want for her away and had ran away despite his pride. It was the only selfless thing he’d done in his entire life.

Zan pushed through the heavy crowds of New York trying to get back to his miserable and cruel family. Family, ha, that word was a joke when speaking about the royal four. They weren’t family. Maybe in that other life, but it seemed that everything had changed between them. Zan almost found it vindictive and ironic how everything had changed in each situation except the one he wished had. He cursed at himself and pushed Eli out of his mind once again. It wasn’t going to help. Wishing for the impossible never helped. It hadn’t in the past.

Grasping the handle bar on the side, Zan followed the path of stairs to the train station keeping his eye suspiciously on the crowd. He snarled at the lot of people who kept their heads down and walked in a fast pace. No one ever had the guts to look a person in the eye in New York. He hated the city suddenly for its isolation and seclusion. It was cold in New York, and he wasn’t talking about the whether.

He jumped down on the side of the tracks and started down the dark path. He could already see lights a few yards away. Pulling his shit together, he got himself ready for facing the three of them. He could do this. He could live with out her. Cold turkey, all he had to do was get back into the swing of things. He could do this.

“Yo, duke where the hell have ya been!” Rath shouted from the couch with an angry stare. He stood and began walking towards him like he some king of stranger. He might as well have been.

“Didn’t Ava tell ya,” he asked roughly kicking the mattress she was sleeping in. She woke up and stared at him surprised to find him there. He turned away from his betrothed and towards his sister with snarl.

“I heard you’s came lookin’ for me little sis. It ain’t enough harassin’ me part time. You’s gotta do it none stop now too?” he asked icily. She didn’t even react to his cursing words. All he saw was those cold eyes of hers that were almost a type of evil. They should just how ugly inside she was.

“The summit’s comin’ up. They want us to go. Thought you should know that were goin’ with or without ya,” she returned as she stood up and glared at her arrogant brother.

“We’re not going. I told you. It’s a setup. We get there, and they get what they want. Kivar wants us dead. I don’t suppose it ever occurred to you monkeys that some of the leaders of the other four worlds could be paid off by Kivar as well. So not only will he be there, but his paid allegiances as well. Get it through your thick skulls. We ain’t goin’ and any one who try’s will answer to me. And believe me I ain’t taken your shit any more. You defy me one more time and I’ll make sure you won’t be goin’ anywhere permanently. You got me? We ain’t goin,” he growled with clenched fists and a tightened jaw as its muscle contracted every time he got angrier. He was tired of their constant mistakes. He was tired of it.

“Whatever you say duke. You’re the king,” Lonnie answered obediently, but he wasn’t fooled for one minute. The way she stared at him was enough to convince him that she had something up her sleeve. Glancing over at Rath, Zan saw the small smile on his lips with a node that was completely forged. They were planning something behind his back. He knew it, but he wasn’t going to ask. He’d find out later from Ava. She was the only one he somewhat trusted these days in they’re innocent little family.

Sighing loudly, he glared at his sister and her lover. He went to the back feeling two glaring eyes on his neck as he walked. As he walked over to the cold cot, he threw an energy field up at the barrier to keep any one from coming through. He usually slept on Ava’s cot but that was the last place he wanted to be. He had enough on his plat as it were with Rath and Lonnie.

His hands lifted behind his head as soon as he hit the cold mattress. Zan stared up at the ceiling with chaotic thoughts cutting into his mind, the weight of the world on his shoulder, and yet only one thing that plagued his mind. He swallowed and closed his eyes in hopes of sleep. The air filled his lungs as he took deep breaths, and soon he found himself dreaming of her in the cold dreary room all alone in hopes of finding some kind of peace in his dreams. Her name passed through his lips softly.

“Eli.”









“Eli, how long are you gonna keep quiet about your new stranger?” Rachel laughed hugging her coat tightly, “De already told me about him bein’ in your apartment.”

“I’m not talking about it Rach aight?” turning her head away and glancing at the lofty buildings on the streets.

“I’m just say’n it ain’t like you. You all the sudden hidin things, it ain’t like you,” she held up her hands in defense when Eli looked her in the eyes with a very hard face.

“Alright Eli. I give up,” she sighed, “Well this is my stop anyways so I’ll see ya lata’ alright?”

“Yeah sure,” she sighed and kept on walking through the dark alleys of New York’s finest. Thugs and the homeless were littering the streets as she began to walk faster to her apartment. She had a knife in her bag for protection, but she was hoping she wouldn’t have to use it.

Her pace began to pick up as she found her stomach in knots. She had a bad feeling that something dangerous was near her, but she tried to tell herself it was just a paranoid thought. She was used to walking around town by herself at night, but tonight she couldn’t place what was wrong in the air.

Her boots hit the pavement fast and hard as the feeling got stronger and stronger. She nearly jumped when a body crashed into her almost knocking all of the air out of her. She gazed upwards despite her heart racing.

“Sorry,” she breathed up at the tall, dark stranger. She straightened her clothing before looking back up again. Her breath caught into her throat when she saw his eyes. He was staring right into her with piercing black eyes.

“It’s fine,” he returned but still never looking away from him. Why did she have a feeling that she had met him before. Why did he look so familiar? His tone spilt chills down her spine at the smooth, irking voice. Had she met him before?

She cleared her throat as the man kept staring at her with a surprised and pensive look on his face. Before she could make another step past him, he asked, “I’m sorry. Have we met? You… you look a little familiar.”

“I… I don’t think so,” she shook her head and successfully passed him. She cringed when he started to follow her through the dark street.

“No… no you’re probably right. It’s just you look an awful lot like…” he trailed with a suspicious manner as he followed her, “I’m sorry I didn’t get your name.”

“That’s because I didn’t give it,” she answered simply trying to keep her heartbeat calm. She was now almost pacing towards her building that she could already make out. Just of few more steps and she’d be there. Just a few more steps. He gripped her wrist and stopped her in her tracks. Turning her in his arms, he asked again, “What is your name?”

“Let go of me!” she yelled from the forceful grip. Her arm ached in pain as he enthralled it harder.

“What’s goin’ on out here?” a middle aged man came out from the building. Oh, thank God, she thought. It was her landlord Clive.

The man’s grip loosened as Eli ran towards the familiar man on the steps. She’d never been so happy to see him. “Get inside Eli,” he ordered. Eli nodded before turning towards the disturbing stranger one last time, but when she turned he was already gone. The street was completely empty.

“Go Eli!” Clive warned again as he followed her inside and locked the door. “I’m calling the police.”









Kivar watched from the alley as the two humans walked into the building. He couldn’t believe what he’d seen. Her face was enough to stop him dead in his tracks. The one person that was responsible for the Zan’s demise as the king of Antar had literally fallen into his hands. How could it be? How was it possible? She was dead.

Cursing the damn human who’d called the police, the malicious man hid in the shadows and watched the lights in the building turn on. He turned with a sneer. Walking back towards the darkened alley, he headed for the one place he could find out how it was possible that Amara was here on earth.

Here you guys go Tell me what you think. I know it kind of short from how much I usually do, but it seemed like a good stopping point for the chapter.
Next update hopefully will be on Thursday. Thank you so much again guys

Oh, by the way. The song in her can be heard here( its by Corinne Bailey Rae"like a Star"
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Chapter 13- Just like a Star


Zan watched her at the breathless sight of her sleeping form. The white sheets around her only increased the angelic glow, as they wrapped around her small body protectively. Her brown hair framed her delicate face, and her eyes were shut gently in a beautiful sleep. She was more gorgeous now than most people would ever be in a lifetime. Her youth and innocence tempted him to wake her from the breathless slumber, only to make love to her once again.

Her arms and thigh were bare from the fair complexioned sheets. Amara lay next to him softly, unknowingly of his silent study. Propping his head with his hand, Zan watched as complete bliss filled inside him. He swore to himself, knowing he’d never felt more whole until he’d met her.

If only she were his, he could spend the rest of his life living countless moments as this. The crown would be considered unwanted and meaningless if he had to choose between being a lonely king and being Amara’s husband… husband. G*d what he’d give for the title.

It was these thoughts that brought him back into deliberation. He’d lie in her arms for hours upon end watching her and wondering what it meant for him to have these intimate feeling towards the sweet angel in his arms. Was she an addiction? Was she an infatuation? What was this? You see these thoughts that overpowered him so were not of just lust or want, but dare he say love too.

She stirred in her sleep as he watched in quiet fascination to every movement she made, to every gasp that fell from her lips. His hand lifted from the ridged edge of his naked hip, and brushed the chocolate hair away from her closed eyes soothing her back into the serene sleep. He sighed knowingly; how could he not be in love?




“Damn it!” Zan swore loudly pushing off the mattress. He cursed the dreams for making it so hard for him to stay away from her. They were just pulling him farther and farther into insanity’s grip. He was barely hanging onto what self-control he had, and that was saying little. He’d never been known for his restraint nor self-sacrifice.

He swallowed roughly when his shaky hand was noticed. It was like a druggy edge. He couldn’t stop the craving to see her. He couldn’t stop the adrenaline from pumping into his body at the mere thought of her. No, he refused to screw up her life again. She was better than that. The best thing he could do was to leave her alone. The farther he was from her, the better off she was, and the farther she was from him the better off he’d be as well. He couldn’t be thinking about her now, not when the summit was coming up. It was better this way. She was better this way.










“Okay who said ‘Give me chastity and continence, but not yet’?" De asked from counter nine.

“Saint Augustine, come one De that’s too easy,” Eli sighed while flipping through her books. They had a major lit test, as if she didn’t have enough on her mind.

“Okay, Eli I’ll put ten bucks down on table that you can’t get this one,” De waged.

“Deal,” Eli crossed her arms to the challenge after slapping down a ten-dollar bill on her counter.

"Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens," she quoted, and smiled when Eli scrunched her nose not familiar with the quote at all.

“Ha! I win,” De smiled before Erica, their manager, yelled for her to fallow her to the back for storage. De swung off the desk with a smug smile before taking the money.

“Hey wait, who was it?” Eli asked catching her arm before she left.

“Hmm, what? Oh, Jimi Hendrix!” she laughed and dashed out of Eli’s range, “Hey I never said the quote was gonna actually be on the test.”

“Cheater!” she yelled. She sighed and began to flip through pages that seemed to never end. She smiled when her eyes caught one of her favorite quotes by Herman Hesse.

“If I know what love is, it is because of you.”

Closing her eyes, Eli shook her head when her thoughts began to wonder towards Zan again for maybe the fiftieth time that day. She wished she knew where he was. It had been two days since she’d seen him. At one point she could have sworn he was around watching her secretly, but afterwards she’d just call herself a fool and keep walking the lonely streets of New York.

All of the visions and memories of the past had sunken in as time passed. Eli had accepted it, and it was strange how lightly she was taking it. Most people would have flipped out if they’d remembered another life on another planet, but she had accepted it completely only after a few days. Maybe it was because the dreams felt so surreal. Every fiber in her vein told her they were real.

“‘Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.’" Rachel read out load from De’s book. Eli smiled at the statement. “Always did like Einstein,” she laughed shaking her head and putting the book down.

“So you okay?” she asked Eli carefully.

“Sure,” she mumbled in her chair. She still hadn’t told them about the attack the other night, but it seemed that Rachel had noticed her quiet demeanor lately. Eli really didn’t want to talk about it though. She supposed that was why she hadn’t told them in the first place.

“You sure?” she asked not quit believing her.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” she whispered back, “I’m okay.”











“How could this have happened? Tell me!” he ordered loudly to the middle-aged man in the small, secluded alley.

“I don’t know! The only possible way… somebody must have recreated her as well, just like the royal four. Somebody must have thought…” he countered.

“What fool would do that?” Kivar swore against the brick wall.

“I don’t know. Humans can only be cloned once. Their genetics are too weak to sustain being duplicated twice. Be thankful she’s in New York rather than Roswell where the real king is Kivar.”

“Don’t you think I know this!” he growled back ready to grip the man’s neck. The only thing that sustained him from snapping was the deal they had, and the deal was too important to throw away by the simple character of the insignificant man. This girl was the reason he’d gotten the crown in the first place; he didn’t want to loose it because of her too.

“What do you want me to do Kivar?”

“Keep to the plan,” he ordered starting to depart back into the streets. He turned and stopped to pierce the shape shifter with a horrifying glare, “Nasedo.”

The traitorous shape shifter turned swiftly and looked him deep in the eye. “Don’t screw this up. You remember our deal,” Kivar threatened cruelly into the night. He gave one final glare of peril before returning into the shadows where he belonged. And soon both strangers were gone fleeting into the night with out one single soul noticing.










She sighed into the big vacant room watching the shadows fall and move across the wall and floor like ghosts in the night. Sitting on her bed, Eli found herself alone in an unwanted bed. Thoughts of Zan screamed through her mind; she blamed the silence for the heavy theme that plundered her mentality. She didn’t want to think about him. She didn’t want to remember how he smelled or how he tasted. She didn’t want to miss him, but she did.

Bringing out its earthly glow, the moonlight glistened against the window glass. She watched energy less and tired, hopeless even as the light hit her eyes, and made them smolder beautifully. The tinted beams struck her dark red hair, unknown to her, as it shinned in the light. Even as she glanced at the bight full moon, still her thoughts of Zan surrounded her head.

The glare of her guitar caught Eli’s eye, and before she knew it she had already picked it up and had brought it back to the bed. It had been so long since she’d strung its strings. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d play with Maria, as her hands hesitated to play the familiar cords.

Lazily her fingers strummed the strings as each sound vibrated in the room. She sighed to herself shakily before remember an old song with words of relief and calmness. The lyrics drew closer to her mind as she smiled before starting the cords and singing softly into the night, “Just like a star across my sky. Just like an angel off the page, you have appeared to my life… Feel like I'll never be the same.”

She swallowed and took a breath playing the acoustic guitar melody quietly. Still the lyrics seemed to only be written for him. Could she not sing or breathe with out the man? Could she not live without him? “Just like a song in my heart, just like oil on my hands, Honored to love you,” she breathed. Exhaling air from her lungs, Eli closed her eyes and wished for unattainable things. If only things were different… If only fate were on their side…

“Still I wonder why it is, I don't argue like this with anyone but you,” she smile graced her lips subtly. The song took heed to her heart in more ways than one.

“You do it all the time. Blowing out my mind,” she sucked in the familiar spicy sent from her bed. His sent still lay there even after days had passed. He lingered there like he lingered in her heart. Eli’s hand stopped for one mere moment taking in the defining silence. Breathing it in and excepting the loneliness. The cold silence ripped at her from the inside before her fingertips again struck to the cords, as the melody filled the empty room louder to its tempo. Fending off the silence for once more.

“You've got this look I can't describe. You make me feel I'm alive. When everything else is a fade, without a doubt you're on my side,” Why couldn’t they be together; why was their love so forbidden? Was neither of them allowed to be happy? Were they cursed the moment they met?

“Heaven has been away too long. Can't find the words to write this song. Oh... Your love,” she whispered tenderly. She wondered what he was doing now. Was he with Ava? She wondered if he still loved his bride. She didn’t want to know she decided with a sigh.

“Still I wonder why it is, I don't argue like this with anyone but you. We do it all the time, blowing out my mind,” a smile graced her lips as comfort surrounded her at the good memories and not the bad ones.

“I have come to understand, the way it is. It's not a secret anymore, 'cause we've been through that before, from tonight I know that you're the only one. I've been confused and in the dark. Now I understand,” she sang freely as her fingers hit the guitar’s cords. Her hair fell into her eyes as she paused. Her eyes lifted up to the bright sullen moon. Sadness came again and returned with just as much fury. The silence threatened her; the closer to she got to the end of the song.

“Just like a star across my sky, just like an angel off the page. You have appeared to my life. Feel like I'll never be the same. Just like a song in my heart... just like oil on my hands” she sighed and let the last cord flow through her fingertips as the silence greeted her again in the gloomy apartment of the night.

It’s last melody echoed through the room. It lingered, but soon it was gone and forgotten. Eli pushed back the tired tears that threatened to fall and curled up into the welcoming bed that smelled like Zan. It was a distant comfort, but it held her strong enough for the will not to cry.

And so she closed her eyes and held onto the sheets and pillow in hopes that it would protect her from the cruel truth and defining silence. She held onto the warm, masculine scent and waited for sleep to take her over, to free her from the suffocating agony. Her mouth gasped for air. She held onto by a string and tried to breathe. She just wanted to be able to breathe. Was it too much to ask?

Hey, guys another chapter. Hopefully a little more enjoyable than the last. And I promize you guys this whole breaking up thing won't last long Thank you guys so much as always for the great support





Chapter 14- when it all comes crashing down



She moaned breathlessly into the quiet air from the needing touch of Zan’s hand. Heat burned against her wet skin wherever he touched her, as his lips sucked hard on her throat in desperation to find some kind of fleeting satisfaction. G*d, he couldn’t remember how long it had been since he’d had her. All he knew was that it had been too long to sustain his thirsting appetite for the small beauty moaning helplessly in his arms. His need crashed onto her lips, bursting from his over heated body. The king’s lungs were cutting into him sharply as air was lost to his want. He could suffocate for all he cared, as long as he could keep her. He swore roughly out load in the memory of last night. He had craved her through the restless dark hours upon end. Wishing or dreaming for her to be in his bed. He had been completely drowned out in the thought of her, of her lips, her voice… her perspirated body.

Now, he found himself pressed up against hers possessively in the large but dim room of the library. They were getting less and less careful. Zan knew it. He was the cause of it, but his greedy addiction would never listen to ration. It’d listen and beg for each craving to here her breathless moans, but never would it listen to reason. G*d forgive him, but he didn’t care. She was worth the sweet risk just to be here with her… it was worth risking. He panted painfully for air when her hand dropped to his burning sex, as his hips helplessly grinded into them begging and moaning for more, for the sweet, excruciating friction, but wanting so much more.

“We should ah” she moaned breathlessly, “… stop. Some one… might… We should stop,” she barely hung on as she breathed the words. He moaned in objection and took possession of her lips trying to convince her to stay with him to play with danger as long as possible. Amara swallowed with the look in his eyes. They were primal and fiery with an ache to touch her. She wished ferverently for the strength to say no to this man, but there was no stopping this man from getting what he wanted. Still she fought despite her own quivering ache.

“We should…” she persisted.

“Stop… you said,” he groaned knowingly. Tempting her more, His avaricious hand fell to her breast with passion. Her knees grew weaker at the possessive and unforgettable claim brought out a trembling whimper. How could he wreak havoc on her body so with such little effort?

“We shouldn’t,” she warned. Her words fell less demanding than she prayed for. Even as she tried weekly to push him away, not once did she effectively remove herself from his clutches, not having the strength or will to abandon him. How could she when this man begged just for her touch? She wondered how a king could be so vulnerable in a slave’s arms?

“Don’t think Amara… just don’t,” he begged looking deeply into her eyes and pleaded not as a king but as a man burned by hunger, “Please,” he breathed shakily. His breath came in rouged pants as each hot exhale of air hit against her shivering neck.

He gripped her thigh with force. Her hands curled into his dark shirt as he gripped for every tempting curve. He gripped for sanity, but the more he touched her, the more maddening it became, the more destruction inflicted itself upon his body.

Her hands slipped lower to his belt and groaned at how close she was. He craved them to go further south, just a little lower… G*d, please just a little lower…

“What in the…”

Amara and Zan froze as all their fears came to life in one careless moment of lust. A man’s voice cut sharply into the air as it echoed eerily into the enormous room. She couldn’t breathe; she couldn’t even turn her head to see who the stranger was.

Zan swallowed erratically as his eyes took one final look into Amara’s eye before turning to the man who had just discovered his deepest secret. He turned to find his second in command with alarmed and heated eyes. Oh G*d, was this really happening?

“Rath,” he whispered. His voice hit all three ears, but none of them moved. The strain of the situation finally coming to head, Amara felt her life slipping away with every second. How long would it be till she was sentenced? How long?

The king’s second shifted his eyes back to the slave and ordered coldly for her to leave. She gulped for air and realized how short her life had been and how even shorter her death would be to come. Staying eye to eye with the angry man, Amara moved away from Zan’s clutches, and as she turned she caught one final look into his eyes before opening to side door. As soon as the strong elemented door closed, she finally breathed out all the air from her lungs. Oh G*d, what had she done?

Zan watched her even until the door was closed and she was no longer in the room. His eyes kept on the door trying to prevent this scene as long as possible from rolling out.

“This will end,” his second breathed. The air was think and heavy, and Zan’s ears refused to here the callous words. He turned and finally faced Rath’s bitter face. His eyes were dark and angered fiercely.

“Do you think me a fool Zan?” he asked with no emotion and no mercy.

Zan swallowed and dared to ask, “How long have you known about…”

“What? About your affair Zan?” he roared fiercely. He breathed with clenched fists and calmed his raged tone. Rath’s chest rose and fell inequitably with all anger towards his king simmering down.

He sucked in the air smoothly as possible again and repeated the words, “This will end Zan… and it will end now.” The cold words cut into Zan’s chest. He knew this was it. This was the end of them.

“Where is your head at Zan? Is it on the war or is it on a human slave?” he breathed, “Damn it Zan answer. I deserve that much after you’ve betrayed your people. Is that why you’ve made no defensive actions for the war or any AT ALL!”

Zan stood straight and glared him in the eye with royal blood boiling through his veins, “Remember your place Rath. I am the king of Antar.”

“Then act like it!” he bit back with a chilling snide of disgust, “She’s a slave Zan. Do you have any idea, any idea what could happen if Ava finds out about this? She’ll report you to the council. You’ll be accused of adulterous acts with a human sex and betrayment to your empire, and that’s only the beginning Zan! You could be executed to death!” he yelled and threw a shelf down to the ground with a sling of his hand. Green ribbons of energy riveted the shelf from his excessive power. Never once did Rath think of Zan as a wondering husband or king, but he did know of this affair a long time before this moment. He had known for a while now. And until now he’d turned his head, but it all came to a boil now. His king would stop this and he would stop now before bad things grew worser than they were. War was coming to Antar and he would not have a distracted king for a leader. He would not turn the other way for Zan’s out of control lust for a slave. He cringed at the mere thought.

“I don’t understand you Zan. Why? Why would you risk everything just to sleep with a slave? Why would you…” Rath trailed off as he found his answer lying in his king’s eyes. It worse than he thought, this wasn’t just lust. He loved...

He swallowed and raised his chin high daring Zan to defy him with his next words, “This infatuation will stop Zan, and it will stop now… or I’ll go to the council myself.” Turning quickly on his heal, Rath walked toward the door with clinched teeth swearing to himself in vain and slammed the doors open and shut with a loud uproar. What had Zan done? He’d fallen in love with a slave. He’d fallen in love with a forbidden innocence. He had now idea what his heart had betrayed him with. It had turned a brave king into a love hearted fool.

The king fell to the floor with no energy left in his bones. He felt empty inside, vacant in the cold ghostly room because of what he had to do now. Sadness and wretched weakness filled his vessel. His eyes fell to the floor with no hope or life in them. Swallowing and dreading tomorrow, when he and Amara’s affair would finally come to a predicted and inevitable end.








The more time she was away from him, the more she remembered about him and their past. Memories and feeling that hadn’t even happened to her in one life were over taking the ones she had in this one. The worst thing was, she was starting to get both lifetime memories mixed up. Sometimes one would seem more surreal than the other, and other times she couldn’t tell them apart.

She sighed to herself as the polluted mornings air hit her cheeks with her fast pacing. She was late for work and her manager was going to kill her. She’d been late the last five times too. It wasn’t exactly her fault she reasoned. The dreams were… distracting to say the least.

Passing by the closest newsstands, Eli picked up a paper and flipped through it. She stopped mid step when a fluttering in her stomach began to tingle. Glancing around suspiciously, she swore to herself. ‘What the fuck was wrong with her?’ Lately, and especially on the street, she’d had these strange feelings that someone was watching her. And sometimes, as crazy as it sounded, it felt like different people or oras. Every now and then she’d feel a hot sensation go through out her entire body, and other times it would feel like hatred was staring right down at her and wishing her to drop dead.

Stubbornly she pushed back the suspicious sensations and opened the paper still walking towards a crosswalk forgetting to look up at the stoplight. A sharp intake of breath escaped her when an alerting honk came dead at her screeching for her to get out of the way.

And then it hit her at the worst possible time. It was blinding and all faded into white before the vision hit her mind with havoc.






“It’s over…” he breathed to her in the quiet corridor, “Everything’s taken care of.” His gaze, finally with courage, was brought down to hers. He swallowed gravely finding her head held high and staring at him with cold, judging eyes. She must have known that this was going to happen… sooner or later this had to happen. It was inevitable.

“And what happens to me now? Will I be prosecuted?” she inquired coldly with a face that for a mere moment was way past her years. It was heartless and full of hatred. He didn’t her. This… this was his fault. He had pursued her out of his own greedy lust. She was not to be blamed.

“There will be no trial Amara. I’ve made sure…” he paused swallowing his pride for her sake, “Nothing will happen to you Amara. I promise it.”

“And what about Rath?” she question. Her stance was strong and brave with clenched fists, but on the inside…

“He has terms …” he inquired softly.

“Terms?” but she already knew what was coming. She felt it in the chilling air. She saw it in his eyes. There was no need to tell her, but still he did.

Zan raggedly inhaled the cutting air and held his strong appearance with bravery, “I must never see you again.”

She breathed and closed her eyes tiredly. She wished she had been wrong..








The bright blinding light soon faded only to be replaced with two circled orbs of light zooming towards her. A honking sound soon filled her ears as she realized all too late that a car was heading straight for her. The screeching brakes were not enough to stop the vehicle. It all happened in a moment. Flashes of her life ran through her head before she closed her eyes tightly expecting to feel the metal and glass crash into her body at any moment.

She gasped for air as it was literally knocked out of her. She could feel two arms rap around her and jerk her off of the road. With a crash she slammed against the strong body lading on the sidewalk. His hand lay under her head in protection as his heavy body lay on top of her protectively.

She breathed him in and sighed in the comforting warmth. His fingers unconsciously rain through her silky hair, and his breath with exertion hit against her neck. She was safe now.

“What the fuck were you think’n?” he breathed into her ear roughly. It sent chills into her soul, “You scared the shit out of me Eli,” he swore tightly, despite his gentle hands.

She could feel him moving above her slowly as he tried to detangle their bodies. The thing she saw first was one of his biceps bulge two inches away from her face. Both arms were framing her face as they tried to push off the ground, and then finally as his head lifted she saw his familiar, masculine face.

“You all right?” he asked roughly. He skimmed over her body making sure nothing was hurt.

“I’m fine,” Eli whispered. She swallowed roughly when she looked up into his piercing eyes that were staring straight into hers. She cleared her throat, and his gaze broke uncomfortably as he looked everywhere except towards her.

“I know it’s comfortable and all down here on the sidewalk, but do ya think you can get off of me?” she whispered. He mumbled something like ‘sorry’ and started to remove himself from her body.

“Damn Duke, now you’s make’n it with chicks literally on the street? Get a fuck’n room,” a sneer came from up above.

Zan growled with out slipping a glance up at the insult. “Mind you own damn business Rath.” He pushed off the ground, but subtly took another breath of her one last time before forcefully getting off her.

Eli soon fallowed and looked up to the punk in front of her with the mohok who was currently looking her up and down grotesquely. Her breath quickened so quickly that it felt like a stroke or heart attack. She knew who he was. She knew exactly who he was.

“Do I know you?” Rath asked pensively. He kept looking at her face as if it carried some kind of hidden secret,. He never forgot a face.

She swallowed and shook her head, “I don’t think so,” she breathed.

“No… no I know’s you from somewhere,” Rath swore suspiciously. Before he could take another step towards Eli, Zan pushed him off and stood in front of her glaring his second straight into the eyes.

“You don’t know her,” Zan towered over him with dark fiery eyes. Rath glared at the girl one final time and cursed directly at Zan while walking the other way.

“Sorry about that…” he started to apologized.

“Rath,” she breathed while fallowing his shadow into the crowd. She hadn’t seen that one coming. The second commander of the royal army finding her being tackled by the king of Antar was definitely not in her expectations for the day. She knew Zan was in contact with the rest of the royals' she just had never really thought about them... until now.

“I don’t thinks he’ll remember. He ain’t the smartest punk walk’n around New York,” Zan broke her thoughts as she glanced up at him and an uncomfortable silence was shared between the couple. Eli didn’t know what to say, and Zan was afraid to say anything. It was so uncomfortable between them now Eli noted silently. There was so much Zan wanted to say, but he held it back for the sake of his conceited pride.

“So… I gotta go,” clearing her throat. She kept up her façade though. She wouldn't show him how badly she wanted to kiss him in the street of strangers. He’d never know how much it hurt her to see him there free and unattached. He was no longer hers, and she was never his, and that was the truth she knew.

Swallowing back the words she wanted to say, she casually passed him by and kept walking.

“Eli?” he called out after her.

“Yeah?” she looked back.

“I’m sorry,”

“I know you are.” Turning back around, she kept going. She kept going and left him there standing on the street. Eli was trying to have some kind of dignity left, after all that’s the only thing that would stay with her after this crazy mess, not her king, not her past, just her dignity.

Hey guys! Got another one for ya. It's not as long as it usually is but it's all I have for now. I pretty sure I'll have a new chapter in on WEd. so
Thank you guys again and hope you enjoy Oh, if anyones interested I've got a new chap. in Created to be Cherished on the AUWA board
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Chapter 15- Race ya for all your worth



Zan mind was reeling with memories and thoughts of what had happened and those to come. He felt everything slipping from his grip and it felt like there wasn’t a damn thing that he could do to stop it. He wished he could take control of his thoughts. He wished that he could have one moment of peace about what he had done to Eli. Telling her that things were over was the right thing to do. He’d tried it in the other life. He could do it again.

But with every vein that cried for him to go to Eli, the less strength he had. He’d even fantasized about it, going to her and all the ways he could make it up to her for leaving her for even a second.

His constant craving to take control of her body wasn’t helping either. It felt like everything in body heated up when he thought about how good he could make her feel. Damn it! He had to stop thinking about her. He had to do something else than mope around all day getting turned on by something he couldn’t possess. She was never his, and he was never supposed to be hers. But he was. He was hers no matter what happened and that… wouldn’t change.

“Yo duke, guess what I found out about tonight,” Rath laughed while crashing down on the sofa in front of him. When Zan didn’t answer, he just kept on talking, “Their have’n a street race tonight. Ten grand’s on the table. What do ya think. We can beat those suckers easily. That’s a lot of green.”

Zan mildly turned his attention to his second before turning it back to the ground boredly. They would occasionally, when their profile was low, steal a couple of cars and take a drive down to the street racing events. It was easy for them both. Last time they had won about 15,000 dollars. It wasn’t really for money though. It was for the glory of winning and knowing you’re the bad ass on the street.

Well he wanted something to distract him and that’s exactly what he got. “You a got a couple of cars?” he asked finally getting off of his back and sitting up on the ratty old couch.

“Do ya even have ta’ ask?” he smirked coldly.

“Alright, lets hit the streets then,” he growled pulling on his king demeanor. Tonight he’d be freed from her memory. Tonight he was his old self. Tonight, he was Zan da’ fuck’n man.







“Maybe… maybe born before your time,” Eli sang quietly in her room. Righting down lyrics into the notebook, “How unfair…”

She sighed in frustration, as she glanced over to her window as night crept its way in through the glass. She was just to move ahead in her life. She was just trying to keep breathing without the memories, and yet here she was writing a song about him. Boy was she a sucker for torture. Pushing away her thoughts tiredly, she sate up straight on her bed with her acoustic guitar in hand. She took a breath and licked her lips before giving the new song a try.

“Who wants a genius anyway… Who worries if he's had enough sleep? I'd take the bad news anyday
If it meant you were mine to keep,” she sang quietly strumming the cords carefully in hand, letting the music take over. Slipping farther and farther into memories of her dark king…

“Sweet is the certified nervous wreck who now and then likes to appear to lecture the night and the empty space only to sleep in the cradle of my ear,” her fingers fell heavily and powerfully into a beautiful rhythm. Her eyes fell closed and in reminiscence.

“A few pills a day keeps the anger away. ‘The people can go,’ he says, ‘the furniture stays.’ Trying to find a warm place to hide” she hummed with a soft gentle voice soothing the nights edged air. She felt comforted with the words, despite everything. It was comforting to sing about him. It was her only way of getting everything out of her system. It was peaceful and yet heartbreaking all at the same time. Swallowing hard, she began to sing the chorus.

“Maybe born before your time. How unfair to our human eyes. How I wish you were alright 'Cause I worry...” breath inflicted in her lungs as the delicate music spilt through the room.

“Hello to the ghost of the eighty-eight. My favorite Canadian mess remembered the sound of the galaxy…
and came here expecting no less. How many nights did you lock up in side of that terrible lonely streak and those beautiful eyes trying to find a warm place to hide?”

“Maybe born before your time. How unfair to our human eyes. How I wish you were alright 'cause I worry yeah I worry. Yes I worry… about you,” her eyes fell down and her arms grew weak as the last cords soon followed and ended in the isolated room.

“Come on Eli, get that ass up. We’re going out,” De yelled and blasted through the door. All peace and thought forgotten as she saw De all dressed up in her club gear. She knew what that meant.

“I’m not going to some ass shaken club De. I told you I don’t feel like it. I’m tired,” she refused turning a light in her room so it wasn’t so dark.

“You’re tired. You’re tired. All you are is tired these days. So get up! I’ll even pick out something to wear for that lazy ass of yours,” she remarked back already in her closest tossing clothes out on the floor chaotically.

“I’m not going to a club,” she yelled back at her with her arms crossed like some kind of child.

“No, we’re not going to club,” she informed her with a stern look.

“Then where are you taking me?” she persisted.

“Well if you must know… Francis Lewis Boulevard,”

“That’s a street racing joint,” Eli told her while finally getting off the bed and started to become interest with what De had planned.

“I know,” she smiled wickedly, “Here we go!” she echoed with a triumph before pulling herself out of the closet with a very small white and black vintage t-shirt with something like ‘the bitch was here’ painted on it and a black pleated mini skirt. She through them in her face before throwing some knee high black socks and shoes towards her and waited expectantly. “Well come on girl we don’t have the entire night!”









Every body who was known on the streets was there surrounding around their bets and cars patiently and eagerly waiting for the races to start. The sound of engines heating and burning their tires filled the busy street while building up an excited ora around everyone. Just before a race could go down, a strange and thrilling feeling in the air would surround the crowd of strangers breathing in the cold nights air waiting for something, anything to happen.

The roar of a strong engine elicited a few screams and cheers while Zan leaned on the new black Toyota Supra that Rath had just stolen a few hours ago. If anything else his second in command had a knack for steeling hot cars. This time he’d somehow managed to get a Nissan Skyline. It was a sweet ride with its leather black seats and slick shape. ‘This would be easy’ he thought to himself checking out all competition around him with a arrogant smirk.

Uncrossing his arms, Zan finally stood up to walk over to the searing circle in the middle. The night was already scattered with hot rollers. Like he said before, this would be so easy.

“All right, since you punks are so confident about yourselves,” a dark skinned rough looking man in the center retorted, “Then we’ll make it fifth-teen grand. I’m tired of your egos. Especially yours Rath,” he retorted with a cross of the arms making his biceps bulge. The guy was even taller than Rath Zan noted.

“You got yourself a deal, and as for my ego… I wouldn’t be worried about it. Its my anger you should watch out for punk,” his second spitted back. Turning with a sneer, Rath turned arrogantly towards Zan with node of the head.

“Who’s spott’n?” Zan asked roughly skimming the crowd again.

“The usual plus some rich mamma’s boy. He owns somethin’ like Napster or some shit. He’s got a Mercedes McLaren though. I doubt he knows how to use it, so don’t sweat it,” he sneered.

“Hit the streets and gas boys and hit ‘em hard,” the dark man yelled over the crowd. Screams and cheers roared through out the street before they cleared out the road in a rush.

With a turn of his head, Zan started down the street to his car with confidence even set in his step. This was what he needed tonight, a night without thinking about consequences or overbearing and forbidden lust. He was fearless, and arrogant tonight. He was in control of everything right now. He was back to his old self again… finally.

Adrenaline raced through his veins as he started the fiery engine. His pulse ran faster and pumped everything dangerous he had through out every muscle of his body. When he rolled up to the line, he smiled arrogantly at the guy next to him. This was going to be fun.

He could see all the regulars in their cars except the one on the far end. It had dark windows and a porcelain purple color to the paint of the car. It was nice car, but the car wasn’t the only thing you needed to win, you also needed the balls to push it to the metal. And who ever this mama’s boy was, he sure as hell didn’t have it to win. He was going to enjoy seeing the look on the white boy’s face when he got his ass handed to him on a platter.

A curvy bleach blonde walked up to the race line with a sway of her painted on jeans and wife beater. “You boys ready?” she smirked with a lift of her hand. Zan smirked and shook his head at the chick with a bra in hand, raising it high. Zan couldn’t remember the last time the races actually used a real flag.

Zan’s ran his engine hard with a loud roar, getting ready to have some fun. The crowd went wild while a trail of dust and exhaust blew behind their stationary cars. Everything went quiet as the blonde raised her hand higher with a huge smile and wicked eyes. Nothing was said or even breathed and then they were off with one throw of her hand.

His foot hit the gas hard furiously as he spread through the streets. Everything around him was fazed as the holler of the crowd was soon far behind with nothing but the roar of the engine to great his ears.

The flow of the air hit against his the side of his face. The wind whipped and shrieked against the car as he flew through the street all ready past three other cars. Just two more cars and three more blocks to go, and he’d have all the glory.

Another car he passed, flying through he had one more car and guess whose it was? Yeah, the rich punk might have skills but not for long. Zan switched gears and sped faster to catch up to the McLaren.

There was only one more block to go. He had to move faster. Damn he thought to himself glancing over to the tented Mercedes. Growling, his confidence started to shred as the finishing line was in plain sight. The last second was the only one that mattered he reminded himself.

Pushing into the fastest gear, he sped going head to head with the violet vehicle. Just a few more seconds and then they’d see was the best: him or rich tight ass. His foot hit the gas as push as possible and thought for a second the he’d actually break the damn thing.

“What the f…” he swore as in the last seconds the other mystery car jumped and jolted at full force. “Damn it,” he swore with a screech of the brakes. He slammed his eyes closed as he soon, for the first time, won second instead of first. Never had he lost a race, not once.

Swearing to himself as he jutted out of the car once he swerved to a stop, Zan slammed the car door shut, his back turned away from the winner. Rath smugly walked up to with a sneer to the winner who had yet to have gotten out.

“Since win do you lose Zan?” he growled impatiently, “We needed that money.”

“I know dat,” the king swore leaning, hands pressed against his car, “That guy was fast.” He glanced at his second who was currently staring at something behind him.

He smiled harshly back at him and nodded to something, “We’ll I sure as hell hope you ain’t offended about getting your ass handed to by a chick Zan.”

“What?” he questioned. He followed Rath’s line of sight and almost dropped his jaw at what he saw, “Eli?”

Her head turned away from the crowd currently forming around her with excitement and congratulations on the win. Her smile faded slowly when she realized he there, “What the hell are you doing here?” she asked completely paralyzed with shock.

“I’s going to ask ya the same question,” he returned.

She paused before smiling sheepishly and triumphantly, “Kicking your ass apparently.”







Song: Sarah Slean "Before your time"

All right, here we go another chapter. Things are just about to start up! Pace your selves-lol.
-Sarah




Chapter 16- What has yet to have come...


“What the hell is goin’ on Zan?” Rath blared out with a curse, as he dragged him to the side.

“What are you talking about?” the king growled gripping Rath’s arm and pushing him off of him glancing back at Eli who was talking to De.

“I’m talk’n about the fact that red over there and you keep cross’n paths. Who the fuck is she Zan? And don’t tell me she just some chick. I ain’t stupid. And while were goin’ on that, tell me why you hang’n around her. This ain’t like you Zan. You use ‘em and throw ‘em back. Since when is any one but Ava given the time of day after your done screw’n them?”

“Mind your own fuck’n business. It ain’t yours to worry about,” he returned crossing his arms sharply.

“It is my business Zan,” he answered back, “Tell me why I’ve seen her before.”

“That’s because you have seen her before,” he returned dully and uninterested.

“Oh, cut the crap Zan . I’m not talking about on the streets a couple of days ago. I’m talking about before that. You know somethin’ and your not tell’n me. And so it is my business.”

“It’s your business when I say it’s your business,” Zan growled and faced eye to eye with him, “Da next time you bring this up Rath, you betta’ be on your gaurd. I’m tired of your compulsive shit.” With a final sneer, he left his second with nothing left to say between the two men. He doubted Rath could remember Eli. He remembered the least of them all, and if he did remember then Ava could erase it. There was no way Eli’s life was going to be sucked into their twisted family again.

Following through the crowd, Zan found Eli smiling and laughing at something. It was that smile. It was the smile that made him, the king of Antar, weak in the knees.

“Hey,” he spoke softly against her ear.

“Hey,” she turned with a sad smile. Taking her drink in his hand, Zan could tell she was more than a little drunk and asked if he could have a taste. Pretending to taste the alcoholic drink, he never swallowed the sour liquid. Along time ago they had learned the hard way that there kind didn’t… react well with the essence. The more the substance they had, the more open and uncontrollable they were, and that was the last thing he wanted to be like around Eli. He had to keep up his guard at all times when he was around her. It was the only way he could retrain himself.

“So it seems I can’t get away from you,” he finally spoke, “First this morning, and now this.”

She watched him with an unbelievably cute and angry face. After a moment’s thought he soon regretted what he’d said. She definitely took it the wrong way, “Sorry to trouble you. It’s not like I had ‘Jump Me’ tattooed on my forehead when you attacked me on the street this morning.”

“Eli, you were gonna get run over. In fact I’m getten tired of saving your ass. That’s three time now, and stop put’n words in my mouth,” he growled. Her furious tone only made him smirk. She was so incredibly sexy when she was made especially when you knew how to push the right buttons, and Zan had had two life times full of practice. If any thing, it made him want to make her angrier. Her scrunched nose and pouty lip just sent a hot flow of energy down his body. His blood boiled as her fiery black eyes stared right back into his arrogant ones.

“Why do you have to be so damn stubborn?” he roughly snarled. His eyes fell to her lips unconsciously.

“Why do you have to be so arrogant?” she returned, while anger spilled from her lips. That’s it, he swore. With out another moment of thought, he grabbed her arm and demanded and inflicted a passionate kiss on her lips. It only fueled her more as she pushed him away seething after his arrogant kiss. Growling with fierce black eyes, she slapped him in the face. He smirked at how hot she was getting.

“ I hate you!” she screamed and walked past him heatedly.

Before she could leave, he remarked, “Damn Princess, didn’t think I could get you so worked up. I always could get you all hot and bothered.” He caught her hand when she turned and attempted to slap him again passionately.

When his hands gripped against her wrists, he held his breath to the familiar light blinding him before flashes of images invaded his thoughts. He held onto reality as much as he could, but still he fell into the vision.







Zan sighed jadedly in his dark leather chair, as he saw her enter into the room. Not today, he couldn’t take another one of her looks. She was not his to command, but he had to stop this torturous game they were playing. Ever since they had stopped the affair, they kept seeing each other around the palace, or bumping into one another unexpectantly. It was torture. He’d even tried to avoid her at some point, he, in his very own place that he called home.

When her delicate hands placed the tray in front of him, he didn’t dare look into her eyes. He already knew what was filled with in them. It was the very thing that was in his. Sorrow.

As he felt her gaze on him like fire burning into his soul, he swallowed and leaned back his chair tiredly. “This has got to stop,” he breathed shakily, “We’ve got to let this go. I cannot do this any more Amara. I can’t see you like this every day and wish you were still mine… if you ever were. Why do you haunt me? Why do you torture me with the sad look in your eye? Don’t you know I’m living with this too? Don’t you think this is just as hard for me as it is for you? I wake up every morning and fall asleep every night wishing so much that our love was not forbidden… but it is, and so I live with this torture. I go through each morning and each night living with the pain.”

“What do you want from me?” she argued passionately with bright eyes that were on the verge of tears, “Banish me! Please! I’d happily take the sentence. The exile would be a simple mercy to what I’m trapped into now. I feel as though I’m in prison with every look you give me. I feel guilt when there is nothing to be guilty of. Send me away Zan. Release this burden from me… and yourself.”

“Is that what you want?” he questioned clenching his fists to refrain from catching the soft tears falling on her face with his thumbs, “Do you wish me to be out of your life. Just tell me what you want Amara. I can’t take in the sight of these tears,” he asked, “What can I do to make you happy?”

“I can’t ask you for what I want. The cost is too much… for both of us to bare,” she returned. He sighed knowing what would make her happy… what would make both of them happy. She was right. Being with her was the only thing that could make him feel whole again.

Turning softly, she left the room with a swish of her long white dress and left quietly. He now knew that he would be broken for the rest of his years. Without her, he’d rule the kingdom, he’d fight off the wars to come, yes, but he would do it with a broken heart.







Eli stared into his eyes while they both came back to reality. When his vision cleared, he stared back at her slightly confused to what he saw. She turned swiftly on her heal and back into the crowd with out another word. “Eli!” he yelled after her, but it was too crowded, and he’d already lost her to the mob of strangers.

“Damn it,” he swore.









“What do you mean she’s here?” Lonnie swore on the corner of a dark street with her lover.

“I mean she’s here in this pathetic city,” he roared loudly and looked around before smoothing his voice, “She’s here, and she could threaten everything. The summit, our plan… everything.”

“What is wrong with you? She was just a slave,” she reminded with annoyed sigh. She swallowed, however, when he towered over her threatening her very life right there.

“I know you don’t remember everything in your past life Vilandra, but how could you be so dense? She was the reason everything fell into my hands that night at the palace. She had control of Zan. She has control over him. He’ll do anything to protect her, and she for him. Do you know what will happen if she ever meets the real king?”

“So what do you want me to do?” she cursed

“Find her,” he growled, “But don’t kill her.”

“Why? You said…”

“I said she controlls him; I didn’t say we couldn’t use that to our advantage again,” he educated slyly. She turned with a lifted eyebrow already seeing the plan forming in his mind.

“What do we do?” she asked with full attention.

He smiled wickedly.










Zan kept walking through the crowd for about an hour with Rath. His eyes kept skimming the crowd casually, but he didn’t see her.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw a familiar red head a few feet away climbing the gate over to a hotel. It wasn’t the sight of her that made him stop, but who she was with and what she was doing.

Eli, and a couple of guys screamed carefree into the night before stripping down and jumping into the pool with shrieks and cheers. He swore to himself before going over there when he saw her jump in the pull half naked with some punks. Did he have to look after her every second with out her getting into something.

“Princess, I think we better get you home,” he called over to her, confidently jumping over the metal fence and walking towards the blue pool.

“Oh is it now?” she laughed. He knew she was drunk by the way her eyes barely opened and by the tone in her voice. This was his fault. He should have watch out for her, but he had been too arrogant to keep his mouth shut.

“You come’n with me or not?” he asked tightly but strangely enough it was the softest voice he could utter at that moment.

“No,” she shot back defiantly.

“Eli, you’re coming with me, whether or not I have to drag you out of this pool is up to you,” he warned before reaching out a hand to help her out of the cold water. She didn’t take it.

“Go away Zan. Don’t you have some responsibility as leader and shit to take care of?”

“Eli,” he warned roughly, “Get out of the damn pool!”

“You want me, then you’re gonna have ta’ drag me out here,” she glared rebelliously with dark heavy eyes.

Without another moments thought he jumped in. The water was only about to his waste, but as he treaded towards her neck high in water he could see she was shivering. Shedding off his coat, he wrapped it around her before wrapping his arms around her. He was surprised when she didn’t refuse.

“Dude, she don’t wanna leave. Leave her be. Well take care of her,” a young guy told him with a sly smile.

“Right,” he sneered. He could bust this kindergartener right now for just the thought of what would have happened if he wasn’t there.

“Why don’t we let the lady decide,” he countered before turning his attention back to the soaking wet dark red head.

She seemed to actually be thinking about it for a minute with those doe eyes of her’s. She glanced over to the other guy before turning to Zan. Tiredly she took his hand and leaned into him already giving both of the men the answer to who she had choosen.

After bringing her out of the pool, he swore .She could barely stand herself up. Swiftly in one effortless movement, he carried her in his arms securely. He mumbled something incoherent after breathing in her strawberry hair as her head leaned lightly against his chest. “Take me home,” she whispered softly with closed eyes.

“I’ll get ya home angel… I promise,” he reassured her kissing the crown of her head. He started on the way down towards his car with the small girl in his arms falling asleep
peacefully in his warmth.

A stranger watched from afar across the street with suspicious eyes. Rath threw the cigarette from his fingertips with a sneer smothering it with his boot, as he watched Zan carefully hold the girl in his arms. There was something to this girl. He knew it in his gut, but still frustration took over him. He could almost feel the answer but couldn’t quit grasp it.

“What are you hide’n Zan?” he breathed to himself, “What are you hiding?”














“I’m not hiding from you,” he growled to Ava as quiet as possible as he nodded to another guest that past them by.

“You are… I don’t know who you are any more Zan, but you’re certainly not the man I married,” she added softly with down casted eyes, “Sometimes I think that I don’t know you at all any more. You have secrets…”

“Everyone has secrets Ava. Don’t act innocent with me and pretend everything is wrong in our marriage simply because of me. When was the last time you attempted to mend our broken marriage? You’re too busy with your expensive gowns and jewelry to bother with me, and I am too busy with the kingdom’s well being to be worried about your neglected problems.”

“You see there! You would have never talked to me like that a few years ago but now…” she swore angrily but covered her tight face with a staggered smile to a guest in the crowd.

“I’m not having this conversation with you,” he demanded tightly.

“There the happy couple is!” Larek announced through the crowd, “You look stunning as always Ava, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to barrow your husband for an hour or two… the Hilendian family is here.”

With a node, he turned away from his unhappy wife and walked with Larek still feeling the heated eyes from his bride staring at him as he went. “So the Helendian family… I don’t remember them being invited.”

“They weren’t,” Larek answered casually with a small smile showing on his lips. Zan turned and waited for an explanation.

“I may be an up tight congressman Zan who only taught you when you were a boy, but I can still tell when your need an escape from your wife,” he explained. Zan smiled and sighed with a node.

“Thank you,” he replied.

“Do you want to talk about it…”

“No,” Zan shook his head.

“Then I will speak of it no more. The king has more on his mind tonight then marriage,” Larek patted him on the back and left him to his solitude. Even in the crowd of strangers, Zan felt like he was alone. He had of yet to see her. It felt like an eternity since he’d seen her. The last time he had, he’d spoken cruel words to her, and that was the last thing he wanted to remember of their affair. He didn’t want to end it this way. He didn’t want to end it at all.

“Zan, what pleasant meeting, and I am so much enjoying the ball. You’re wife does know how to throw a magnificent party,” the shrill of the voice gave Zan no use to look behind him. He already knew the man’s voice.

“Kivar, I’m surprised to see you here… I thought you had,” he started.

“Cancelled, it turns out my trip was cut short and when I heard about the event I couldn’t resist to make an appearance,” he chided.

“As always,” the king returned with little emotion left in his voice.

“So I see you’ve been doing some trading in my absence,”

“Trading?”

“Amara… I heard she’s leaving the palace. She’s quit too beautiful to work outside of the kingdom don’t you think Zan? I saw the other slave replacing her and well… I don’t see why you would order out of these walls.”

“But I didn’t. I…” Zan replied confused and slightly frantic. He hadn’t ordered for her remove. He hadn’t the heart to do it. She had asked him, but in the end he couldn’t… His head turned in search of the only person who could make such orders.

“Zan?” Kivar asked as he passed him. He couldn’t believe the news. It was false or a cruel rumor or someone had been misinformed, but it could certainly not be the truth could it.

Slamming the door open, Zan fallowed on down the corridor in search of his second in command. “Where is she?” he yelled as soon as the next door was opened.

Rath turned with a raised eyebrow. He was alone in the library having a drink. Zan could have thrown him against the wall right there for his harsh smile.

“Tell me what have you done!” he roared and still Rath did not reply. Standing from the dull seat, he began to walk towards his king.

“You promised me you wouldn’t interfere…”

“Promise? Promise! Your promise is to Antar. Your promise is to your wife. Don’t talk to me about Promises Zan. You have no right in the subject,” he retorted finally clenching and breaking the glass in his hand with a clamor.

“What have you done with her!” he continued.

“I have done nothing. The only thing I have done is insure this kingdoms safety,”

“From a slave?”

“From a lust that will bring down this empire! You can resolve this war Zan than is soon going to come to a head, and how can you help your kingdom if you are too be impeached as our ruler? I know you don’t see it because your blinded for your love this girl, but she could ruin everything Zan, and I will do anything to ensure the safety of our people even if it means destroying your love,” he finished with a glare, “She’s worthless…”

“She is worth everything Rath… everything!” he yelled back with glowing black tortured eyes, “I want to see her now!”

“But she doesn’t want to see you! I hate to break it to you my king, but she’s the one who came to me. She asked me to move her outside the palace’s walls. She’s doesn’t want you Zan. Let her go if you know what’s best!”

“No,” he refused before running towards the doors, racing against time. He had to get to her.

“It’s already been done Zan. She leaves in the morning,” he yelled after him as he disappeared out of the room in one rigid movement.

Zan’s feet ran as fast as they could take him to the slaves’ quarters. He ran and ran until the façade of the old building came into sight. When he’d finally gotten there, slightly out of breath, Zan found her room, but when he opened it… it was vacant and cold and empty.

Was he too late? Where was she? Would he never see her beautiful face again? Would he never smell the sweet scent from her hair? Would he ever be given the chance to have the courage to tell her that he loved her more than life itself?

The dank room killed all of his hopes; it reminded him of what he’d this second and for the rest of his life… empty, broken, and alone. He sighed heavily and fell to the floor. His back against the wall, Zan just laid still intaking what he had lost, and now all he had was memories. He never knew how empty he was until he met her…

“Sire?” a maid questioned with questioning eyes as she passed and stopped completely in shock of seeing the king weeping on the floor of the slaves’ quarters, “Are you alright your highness”

“No,” he breathed, “No I’m not.”

When the party was over and the Palace had grown to an almost empty, ghostly fill, Zan walked to his room with eyes dull and hopeless so unlike a king’s. He didn’t feel like a king any more. He felt like man in the pits of hell suffering for his uncontrollable love. Why was he being punished for his heart’s desire? Why did fate have to be so cruel?

All the same it didn’t matter; she was gone, and he was still here trapped into a royal position that he no longer wanted. He was a king of his world; and, yet he had no strength in her arms nor did he desire any. Then he realized it. The simplicity of it, he wasn’t a king when he was with Amara, he was simply a man in love with a beautiful girl.

His eyes fell closed after he sat on thick chair of wool and leather. He turned towards the window trying to find some kind of hope in the endless stars. There was none… not for him.

When his ears heard the knock of the door, the words ‘come in’ fell from his lips emotionless. His heart beat still as he turned to see who it was. Hope flooded his heart… and as quickly as it came it left just as fast.

“What are you doing here?” he questioned.

His sister’s eyes fell cold matching perfectly with her usual scowl, “Is that how you great me you highness?”

What do you want from me Vilandra?” he questioned and watched her carefully as she began to speak but enigmatically closed her mouth silently.

“Good night Zan,” she greeted coldly before leaving the room. His eyes fallowed her until she was goon, but his grief pushed away his suspicious thoughts of his sister.

Another knock came, as Zan growled loudly with his torturous thoughts fill his head turning him into a mad man, “What?”

The doorknob turned, and all breath was caught in his throat once he turned sharply away from the gloomy window. It was her…











Lonnie, standing near the subway sighed heavily waiting for their arrival which was taking up more time and more patience than she had. Picking at her brooken finger nail, she covered it with her other hand in one swift move it was repaired back to it's cold crimson color.

Her head turned swiftly when she sensed the cab near halting to a stop. Sighing one final last time, she put on her game face. This was when everything would count. She couldn't screw up now. She was so close to getting that crown, so close to getting back home.

The cab door opened and out came four strangers from the yellow car dressed in foreign clothes and out of town glares at the city around them. The shape shifter fallowed behind them, and stepped up to speak for them. "Vilandra," he addressed her.

"Nasedo," she nodded coldly before glaring at the man behind him in stiff stature. Coldly she greeted to the familiar stranger, "Your highness."

"Max," he corrected, "Max Evans."

Hi! guys I know I'm a little late, but here we go. I think alot of people will be happy with this chapter. I hope so anyways Love ya guys. Kissess
Sarah


Chapter 17- No body... loves no one



The world was on fire no-one could save me but you.
Strange what desire will make foolish people do.

Zan got out of the car and came to the other side. Picking his sleeping beauty up into his arms, he held onto her until with little struggled he got inside of her apartment. He carried her carefully through the door and kicked the door closed gently when he was inside so he wouldn’t wake her.

When he looked down into her face, he saw complete innocence in her features. She bluffed a lot when she fought with him with that fiery temper of hers. She wasn’t as tough as she pretended to be… that’s what drove him crazy about her. It always had been.

Tenderly, he laid her softly onto the bed, slowly and carefully. He sighed and watched her sleeping form with a gentle hand laid over her stomach as her other near her face. Zan swallowed and tried to push back the straining erge to kiss her or even just to lay with her.

“Zan,” she mumbled quietly as she stirred in her sleep with a breathless sigh. He held his own breath in, not knowing what she would say.

“Shh,” he whispered gently to her, “Sleep Princess... Sleep.”

“Why did you do it?” she mumbled still in between sleeping and waking.

“Do what Angel?”

“Why… why did you leave me?” she whispered smally turning her head “I am that easy to abandon?”

He swallowed callously and felt like he no long had a heart. Did he have one? After she stole it, did he have one? It belonged to her; it always had, but was he as cold as she thought he was. “You… you were never easy to leave Eli. You were never…” he swallowed barely recovering his voice, “I would have held onto you forever Princess… forever.”

I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I… never dreamed that I'd loose somebody like you

“But you didn’t… you just… left,” she mumbled. He knew now she was no longer talking about the past few days. She was talking about the other world… their other life.

“I did it for you Princess,” he cracked finally sitting on the bed with no energy to leave the discussion. These days he felt lifeless inside. He knew the only reason why, was laying right in front of him, whispering heartbreaking words to his soul.

She turned and tossed softly in the bed still dreaming. He figured that she wouldn’t remember in the morning, so he could get all of this grief finally out of him. And he was tired of carrying it around. He was tired of pretending he was okay… because he wasn’t. He wasn’t okay with his loss.

No, I don't wanna fall in love
This world is only gonna break your heart
No, I don't wanna fall in love
This world is only gonna break your heart

His faulting hands wanted so much to caress her hair, to feel the warmth of her body cupped inside them. She sighed breathlessly when she felt the tantalizing touch of his rough, masculine hands. She leaned into it, not fully registering if this was all dream, a vision, or real life.

…With you

His throat burned with no breath caught inside. He couldn’t breathe. His body was screaming for hers. It was undeniable, and despite how hard he tried to banish it, it would always be there.

Her fingertips grasped onto his shirt with desperation. Her eyes, now lightly opened showed the burning flames inside her black and glazed eyes. He sucked in the hot air and crept closer to her. Crawling over her body, until she was underneath him. Her rising and falling chest matching his. Eli’s breath caressed against his neck temptingly. His head dipped to the side of her face, as his cheek grazed against his. This was such a tempting game he’d gotten himself into. How was he to stop now when everything inside of him told Zan that their was nothing more right than being inside her, being bewitched by her.

What a wicked game to play to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you

She moaned panting erotically against his ear, as his deprived body grinded into her softness. He could feel her desire boil inside her with every moment.

G*d, he could stop right now, leave her in this bed and never look back, but still he knew what would happened if he tired. He turn into the same insane man he had become before. No matter what life they were leading, she would always be the death of him. She was the welcomed poison that tasted so sweet. She was, in the end, undeniable.

A thought came that had crossed his mind before. Maybe if he had her now, he would be free of her. If he took her and pored all of his lust into her, then he’d finally be done with her. He would be done with the torture, if he just had one more memory of her… in this bed… in this room filled with whimpers of lust and moans of frustration.

Another cry escaped her parched lips, begging to feel more of him. He let out an animalistic growl when she lifted her hips jaggedly and thrusted into his raging sex.

“You’ve ruined me,” he confessed tiredly as he finally gave in, before crashing his lips with hers and passionately begged to her to kiss him back. He gripped her hips roughly and pressed them deeper into his with abandonment when her tongue slipped inside his mouth heatedly. Her hands threaded through his hair as their starved lips took what they wanted. Demanded it even to point of overpowering lust that made the whole entire world spend around them.

Her hand left a scorching trail behind in its place until it reached under his shirt and began to drag it off of his body. Oh, G*d was this really happening? he moaned to himself. It had been an eternity since it had. A lifetime ago he reminded to himself.

What a wicked game to play to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you

His shirt was soon forgotten, as her eyes fixed upon his chest, feasting on his smooth and chiseled features. The bulges in her arms, his perfectly sculpted chest, he was still the most demanding and masculine man she’d ever seen.

His nostrils flared when her fingertips caressed his smooth, golden skin, making a trail down his chest to his abs and then they layed finally right above his pants. He pleaded inwardly for her to go lower, for her to remind him of how good the touch of her hand felt.

When he could take no more teasing, he grasped her hand gently and pushed it farther down. He couldn’t stop the primal growl that escaped his lips. He couldn’t control the uncontrollable grinding of his hips into her hands, begging for more, showing her how much of an affect she had on his body.

“Eli, please,” he moaned

No, I don't wanna fall in love
this world is only gonna break your heart

When her hand fell into his pants, a retched cry escaped his lips, and when her fingertips touched him he felt everything being driven from his grasp. All control, all strength was forgotten. His broken pride, it was all gone. The warmth of her skin on his sex was too painful for him to bear as his hands grasped the sheets in exert. He couldn’t take much more. If they made love tonight, there would be no turning back just like last time. It would be unfixable and permanent if he had her right her.

Suddenly bright blinding lights began to burn from his throat, and traveled to the vision of his eyes. He clenched his eyes closed with pain trying to breathe, but still the familiar white light blinded him harshly with its rays of warmth.






“I thought you had left,” he breathed to her, as she stood in the doorway motionless without even a rise or fall from her breast.

“Isn’t that what you wanted… to be free of me?” she asked emotionless and bold in stature.

“No,” he swallowed, “I thought… Rath said you were to leave.”

“Because you ordered it,” she answered back defiantly. Zan stood with confusion and fury starting to grow in his face.

“I did no such thing Amara. I gave you a choice. It was your decision to make. It still is… so if you wish to leave the Palace’s doors then I nor any man in this kingdom stop you,”

“I choose to stay,” she informed him.

He closed his eyes tiredly and growled from the insanity. “When will this stop Amara? When will you be finished with me?”

No, I don't wanna fall in love…
This world is only gonna break your heart
…With you

“Finished with you?” she asked, “I never had you to begin with. Your duty belongs to your queen. Understand, that I am not staying here because of you nor will I ever touch you again. We made a mistake Zan, but it will not happen again.

“No?” he whispered, as he grew closer to her form.

“No,” she repeated unquestionably

“Why?”

“Because I won’t be your mistake!”

“You were never my mistake,” he promised.

“I was. I am,” Amara breathed and swallowed gently. She turned so as to leave, but his hand hit the door as fast as it opened, forcing it closed. His fingers spread wide against the door. He could see the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed erratically.

The world was on fire no-one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do

“You have a wife my king,” she begged quietly with eyes closed tiredly still her irregular breathing continued inside. When his hand laced around her arm and caressed her up to her neck, she finally snapped out of the trance. She was doing it again. She was growing weak because of his touch, because of his passionate words.

And I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you

Slinging away from him, she began firing words of hate. It was the last thing she had to use against him. It was the final thread of her denial. “I said you have a wife Zan! That means no! It means no to your inflating ego! No to your tired lust for me! It means no to this affair! I said no!”

And I never dreamed that I'd loose somebody like you

He watched her sadly before collapsing onto the bed tiredly as his hands fisted through his hair and a tired sigh escaped from his lips.

She persisted with lower tone slowly creeping towards him, “Tell me Zan, what does belong to me? I am forced to be yours, but what do I have? You kingdom has your courage, your second in command has your trust, and your wife has your loyalty… but what belongs to me?” She questioned a mere inch away from his tortured frame. She gasped for air when his hand threaded through hers and placed it upon his chest, right above his heart in reply. He didn’t say anything, but only the tormented look in his eyes that was a foreign traitor his upbringing and race. It was enough… for her, the look in his eyes, her answer laying only below her fingertips… it was enough.

Nobody… loves no one…






He gasped for air and pushed off the bed in harsh pants of imprisonment. Seeing something that he wished he hadn’t. She had come back to him. That was the moment when they knew they were in love. It was the moment when lust was finally admitted to being love. He wished he hadn’t seen it. All the plans of using her body stop the burning in his was gone. How could he use her after seeing that?

Zan’s gaze fell into hers as she stared piercingly at him. Her eyes were wide and her lips still in red with abuse of his mouth. He knew she had seen it too. She’d seen everything he had, and the way she watched him was the most unnerving thing he’d ever felt. It was like she knew exactly who he was. She knew every word that described his soul.

“Damn it,” he swore roughly as he turned his back to her, anything to hide from her stare, “Stop doin’ this to me Amara,” he growled. Emotions were tearing his heart apart. He couldn’t think, and what he felt was so confusing and conflicting. Did anything make since any more.

“I’m… I’m not doing anything,” she whispered.

“Yes you are!” he roared “That look on your face for starters! Don’t look at me like that! Like you know me, you don’t know me. You don’t know a damn thing about me,” threading a hand through his hair in anger. His face lifted to look her in the eye, another growl escaped his lips, as her doe eyes never ceased to look at him with an irritatingly calm gaze, like there was nothing to be afraid of, like she fully trusted him. And he hated that look, he hated that she found him safe and unhostile, because he was. He would show her that he was.

Grabbing her by the wrist, he jerked her to her feet and pushed her chest to his. A mere breath away from each other, he spoke, ““I could have you right now Eli. Right here on this floor… on this bed. Make you feel so good, you’d be begin’ for more.”

“Zan…”

“Do you think I need this? Do you think I enjoy this game we keep play’n? If I have you right now… if I make you scream… then will you be finished with me? Will you stop hauntin’ me then? What does it take for this to stop Amara? Because I can’t take this day in and out. I can’t…”

He didn’t finish his sentence as she grasped his shirt tightly and brought his body up against hers with possessing, sweet lips. Hearing his words, she knew their was no going back. This was never going to be over, so she wouldn’t stop him from taking her. She welcomed it. It wasn’t rejected or insulted; it was just… accepted. This love would never end peacefully, so if it wouldn’t end in serenity, then they would end it with chaos and the flames passion.

Zan growled and lifted her up demandingly into his arms with her legs wrapping around his waist. Pushing her to the bed, he took everything she had in the kiss. Sucking her lips hungrily, his knee fell into the crease of her legs and teased her. When she whimpered, his hand made a trail from her tender neck down to her breast, moving his thumb around in circles before slowly slipping it down farther to the end of her hip. She thrusted her hips into his touch with a breathless moan.

Roughly pulling off her clothes, Zan demanded her in such an away that took away Eli’s breath. It wasn’t just a king’s presence either. Zan could no longer carry the crown’s emblem and still he could control any one he wanted to especially her. Him being a king was never the reason why she could never turn him away.

He growled between pulling each material off of her body, completely addicted to each new part of her that was revealed. It was like he dreamed about this moment a thousand times from the visions, and he remembered every part of those dreams, but this was like it was actually happening for the first time. Be that as it may that it wasn’t, it still felt like it.

His hunger refused and denied that he be completely gentle with her. He wanted to, but he had no control any more. Every stitch of restraint was gone and exiled from his painting body. All it felt was the neglect from all these years with out hers.

His actions finally faltered when there was nothing left to remove from her. A rouged exhale of air fell from his lips as he was completely speechless from the breath taking sight. “Do you want me?” he asked even as he began to settle in between her legs as if he already had heard the answer. It was arrogant, but she didn’t stop him.

She didn’t answer him, so he pushed in to her and growled with her moan when he began to be inside her. “Do you want me Amara?” he asked again. His hands fell to her hips and held them their as he swallowed the air around him before finally plunging into her depths. The moan that came from his lips was deep and almost painful. The warmth that spilt through their bodies was so indescribable. Fire and heat coursed through them, feeling so much like home.

Even as his body starting to shake, he still persisted, “Tell me Eli. Tell me you want me,” he was begging and he knew it, but at that very moment he needed to here it. He needed to take comfort in something that was real for once in this lifetime. He needed to know that this was real.

Despite his erratic erge to move inside her, he didn’t. His body shook from the control, but still he didn’t move more than the lift of his head. His eyes connected with hers before his hand cupped her face. “Tell me.”

“No…” she moaned quietly, “I don’t want you…” Everything inside of him faltered and began to break as her dark brown eyes pierced through his. “I’m in love you,” she breathed. Her correction made him swallow deeply and stare into her depths, but all he could do with her words were to take a breathless kiss from her and show her how much he believed her.

Without another moment of peace, their bodies collided into one another as Zan melted into her and out again, making swift, demanding movement of slow but deep thrusts inside her. He grunted at the indescribable bliss and sensation. The warmth and fire that filled his soul fueled him more to his drive of passion. Another moan escaped his lip, and he swore at how wet she was for him. How tight she was for him.

Her moans of satisfaction were the only things that reminded him that it was real. His head fell to the small of her neck as he sucked hard on her smooth skin, hoping to release the residual energy out of his system. He didn’t want to hurt her, and he was trying to hard to be gentle, but still his body demanded hers in an almost animalistic way as his blood boiled for her touch; it shook with neglect for her.

He sighed heavily and breathed in the scent of skin. Some kind of peace filled his heart when he smelled her deep red hair. Strawberries were all around them. In the shadows it almost was brown as he kept up with his excruciating pace but Eli’s moans were driving him completely insane. It was like they were begging for him to go rougher, to thrust harsher. It was his hormones or even his alien side he knew, but still his body begged for more. Her fingers were threaded through his hair with her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Zan’s rhythm increased slowly as sweat covered his body. His hair was moist from perspiration. He could even feel the beads of sweat fall down his body and down to hers. His body slid easily against her as his arms came around her possessingly.

“Zan,” she moaned loudly, and he growled in her ear at the call of his name from her lip.

“You have no idea just how turned on I am by just simplest smell of ya angel,” his smooth and rough tone sent chills down her spine as she moaned into his chest with exertion. It was all coming to an end. Zan could feel it- how close he was to becoming completely shattered in her bliss. Something that he’d craved for so long…

Swallowing for air, in their last moments, Zan leaned down to her and whispered just before she would fall in their passion and promised softly, “I love you Eli.”

Holding her hand as they both fell apart in the bed. He slumped into the curve of her neck and closed his eyes as fiery current flowed through his body. Making every muscle weak inside and every care in the world disappear, the passionate current over came them both. There were no human words to describe it, because it simply wasn’t a human feeling. He’d felt it before once, the first time that he’d taken her in the other lifetime. It was something that was shared only between two soul mates, marking that they had finally found each at last through the chaos of life. Like he said, there were no words to describe it.

And just when his eyes grew tired and his consciousness began to fade, he laughed quietly to himself against Elli’s shoulder. “What?” she asked with a smile, and when he continued with his dry laugh she asked again, “What?”

“Guess I just have lost my touch is all,” he returned with a sly smile, “I can still make ya scream like you ain’t never had no one else but me in the sack. Likes I said, ain’t lost my touch yet.”

She slapped up the head and yelled, “You arrogant…” he laughed when she through a pillow at him before he threw it right back at her. She let a laugh when be started to rustle with her under the sheets playfully. Laughter and gasps could be heard through the apartment as the two wrestled it out humorously. Soon Zan was on top of her and had her wrists pinned.

“Arrogant what?” he asked with sly smile, “I remember’s you call’n me somethin’,” he teased. Both of their fits of laughter were confined between the walls, as the two lovers played and laughed within the room, forgetting the world outside, because out side was New York City, full of thugs and even enemies of various kinds, but inside Eli’s apartment they were safe and free to do what ever they pleased. For once there were no secret rondevous or coincidental meetings; there was just that apartment. They enjoyed while it last, because tomorrow they’d have to go out there again, and little did they know how much lay ahead for them tomorrow and day after that.









“Where is he,” Lonnie swore loudly watching Zan’s dupe in the corner.

“Call’em,” she ordered over to Rath.

“Why the hell do we need him anyways Lon, we can do this with out his punk ass,” he returned next to her in hushed tone still staring at their doubles.

She turned coldly to look him in the eye. Dark piercing eyes drove into his that were almost insane with black. Her eyes weren’t human anymore, not like the rest of theirs. “Just do it.”









Zan growled when a ringing sound filled his ears, and when it didn’t stop, he pushed off of Eli’s warm chest gently to walk over to the annoying sound. “What?” he mumbled after flipping the cell phone open.

“We need ya down here now,” When Rath’s voice hit his ears Zan actually began to grow consciousness again. Glancing over to Eli’s table, he looked over at the clock reading 4:15.

“What’s wrong?” he questioned and glanced over to Eli still mumbling in her sleep.

“We got a situation down here Duke, just get down here now. We need ya,” Rath voice faded and the click of the dial was the last thing he heard before closing his cell off. Swearing under his breath, his hand slid through his air before grabbing his pants. He’d go there and be back before she even knew it. Kissing her forehead, he left silently and slipped out the door. His footsteps faltered on the street however when this sickening feeling went through his stomach. Why did it feel like something bad was about happen and there was nothing he could do to stop it? Why did it feel like things were coming to a finish, like old business was just about to be concluded? Why did he fear for Eli’s life like it was already in danger?





Song: Chris Isaac's "Wicked Game"

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Chapter 18: Enter- the brownie club

Zan’s breath grazed against her cheek sharply as a muffled moan escaped from her lips when she finally felt him enter her with one deep stoke. She cried out and lifted her hips higher in desperation. The warmth that spread through her body was quick and explosive to feel him completely finally and completely hers again.

After he pulled away with shaky breath, he gasped for air before thrusting back inside with his eyes closed in satisfaction. Grasping the sheets into her hands, she held on for deer life, reaching for anything to hold onto. She felt herself falling apart fast with no control lift inside her. He had stolen all the control she had left in this life time. She looked up when he growled in her ear and slipped his hands into hers before pinning them above her head. She couldn’t breathe when he thrusted deeper inside. She could almost taste his breath as he hovered above her watching every emotion on her face come and go with his deep piercing eyes. He watched every movement with pure hunger driving him on. G*d she could smell his intoxicating scent everywhere around her. It was a seductive sedative, the smell of his skin, the spicy Antarian scent; it was completely and utterly overpowering and impossible to resist.

“I missed you Amara… so much,” he whispered to her as his hand fell from her wrist and grazed against her breast. She gasped for air, throwing her head back in complete pleasure. He gritted his teeth with the intensity of her sweat driven body against his. The warmth of her body mixed with his was something he craved, as he stroked deeper inside of her shaking body. He was finally back in her harms, and all those responsibilities, all those rules, were far gone from his mind now. He’d find a way. He was the king of Antar, and he would find a way… with or without Antar’s consent. Either way he’d have her, and she would have him. He’d find a way.

“I love you…” he breathed, before she fell apart with a moan in his hands.






Eli jumped smally when she woke to the quiet in her bed. She grumbled and push her face into the pillow next to her to block out the blooming sunshine just outside her window, she breathed in a familiar and moaned at the remembrance of last night. She could still smell him on her pillow, but she soon realized he wasn’t there. Eli blinked and peeked above the pillow softly. No, he wasn’t there. She knew he wasn’t there, because she couldn’t sense or feel him near her. Yes, as weird as it sounded, after last night she could know if he was or wasn’t in the room even if she were blind. It was strange, but it was a familiar feeling from her other life.

Clinging to the pillow and placing her head over it, Eli could still feel his warmth lingering on it faintly. Sighing to herself quietly; she realized she didn’t know where he was, or even how to find him. He always found her, but she wondered how long it would be till he found her again. Maybe he was done with her, she thought to herself. He’d gotten what he wanted, and she’d given to it full handedly. Was he finished with her once and for all? She wondered to herself.








Zan’s eyes scanned the room one final time with regard to the new strangers now in front of him. His eyes grew dark with a fiery expression matching his gripping fists at his side “What the fuck is this?” Zan growled glancing back to his family, “Is this what happens when I leave for a day, you go screw’n with all our lives by bringing the brownie club here.”

“I didn’t bring ‘em here. They came on their own to the summit. That damn shape shifter dragged them here, not us. So be careful little bro who you point fingers. It ain’t always our faults,” his sister answered back with fictitious words flowing from her lips telling small lies to his face without a guilty conscious. Technically the shape shifter had brought them here, but she’d never tell her brother Kivar was the one to arrange it.

“And now what, he’s just dump’n ‘em in our hands. I ain’t no babysitter. I could care less if these cornballs go to the summit and get jacked, but I ain’t goin’ and I ain’t taken care ‘em,” Zan returned. He turned almost with a growl when his second in commands dupe spoke back to him.

“We don’t need babysitters, or a place to crash. The only reason we’re here is to make sure you don’t screw up this summit,” Michael informed him looking straight into Zan’s eyes, nostrils flaring and teeth gritted.

“Tsk,” he returned with a strained face almost rolling his eyes, “What the hell makes you think we’re interested?” Max’s eyes turned to Rath to answer his question silently. Before Zan turned to Rath intending to get an explanation but was stopped just before his mouth could open.

“Children, what do I have to do to get you to play nice? This is not the time to fight, and if you do choose to fight, choose to fight against your enemies and not each other,” Nasedo instructed, “This is not an interrogation for either parties. The summit is only in two days, and I would prefer that we all get along during the time we’re here. In two days we’ll be out of your sight but until then, I think its wise if you eight to stay together. Your enemies, now that they know the eight of you are all here in New York, could be anywhere,” Nasedo’s eyes involuntarily slipped a secret glance towards Lonnie without any one else in the room noticing it, “and since I’m not familiar with the city, you four will just have to cope. Are we in a understanding?”

When Zan didn’t return with a snide remark, Nasedo nodded before returning, “Okay, we’ll then your highness,” he spoke turning to Max swiftly, “If its alright with you I will be on my way to the hotel, and will be back shortly.” Zan’s dupe nodded before crossing his arms as their protector passed them. His eyes stared straight into Zan’s eyes carefully and coldly. Zan snorted. He could tell this was going to be a great day, just look how it was starting out.








“Cuz' if he needs good lovin' I've got it. If I need to heat it up I got fire, Make sure I'm the best for him for sure. He's runnin' home to me for it” Eli hummed to herself. Trying to relax with the strawberry scented suddes of water all around her. The lights were off but the door was open, as she had lighted a few candles earlier. The remaining light from noon came lighting the room softly although signs of night could already be seen through the window.

“And he knows whatever he wants that I'm with it. And he knows the perfect place to come get it. And he knows that every woman is in me. Fall back and just let me be, I’s gots to breathe. So just let me breathe,” she sang, her eyes closed gently humming to her ipod quietly.

She jumped when she heard a loud slam of the door, but rolled her eyes and laid back down when she saw who it was.

“You know, if you’re gonna come in like you own the place, you mind not breaking my own freaking door?” she asked while pulling off her head phones and looking out the door and into the hall, barely making out the figure in the darkness.

Leaning on the counter, he watched her carefully, studying what he could see through the soapy water. “What the hell do you think your doing? Get out of my bathroom Zan. I’m taking a bath,” she told him off not once covering herself up from his hungry eyes.

“Sweetheart, we both know it ain’t nothin’ I haven’t seen before,” he returned arrogantly.

Rolling her heated eyes with her temper growing quickly, she lifted out of the tub while simultaneously pulling him in, ending in a huge splash. “What the hell woman?” he yelled fully drenched in water. Eli laughed while wrapping a towel around herself. Giving a second glance towards the hilarious view of Zan sitting in a tub fully clothed and feet hanging out at the sides, Eli started to leave the bathroom with a fully satisfied smile on her face. She had been pissed off earlier because he had left earlier this morning with out a word, but now she was starting to feel better already.

Zan growled before grasping her wrist and pulled her back into the tub, not done with her yet or his revenge. She screamed before falling onto his chest with her legs straddling his. Her breathing was ragged but so were her eyes, which were heated and extremely hot. He grunted and lifted his hips into her unconsciously at the sight. Her hands pushed off of his chest to make an attempt to escape, but he was quicker as his hands gripped her hips and brought them back down again.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he breathed holding her hands against his chest to make sure she didn’t try to flee again.

“Your what’s wrong with me,” she growled trying to get away from Zan’s grips or at least to just retie her towel, which was slipping farther, and farther down her body by the minute, and of course her chest was extremely close to his face. He didn’t seem to notice her slipping towel yet, but soon he would if he didn’t let her go.

“Are you mad at me or somethin’ princess?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and small smirk, but oddly enough he had asked in a very serious tone like he didn’t honestly know what was wrong.

“Get off of me Zan!” she ordered trying to get out of the tub.

“Not until you calm down. What do I have to do, spank you just to get you to behave?” he questioned only half serious.

“Stop Zan, I’m not in a playful mood,” she warned.

“But I am,” he whispered. His eyes fell to the swell of her breast almost now fully exposed.

“Zan,” she breathed, “Let… let me go,” she wanted it to sound so strong and firm, but the tone of her voice was far from it, as she felt her walls slowly slipping away.

“That’s not what you want… is it Eli?” he swallowed before looking back into her eyes with hunger and seduction, as he began to lean into her soft face. She made a small noise before pushing him away again

“I’m not your play thing Zan, you just can’t have me any time you want to,” she returned. Zan sighed and leaned back against the wall of the tub, knowing fully what she was talking about.

“I didn’t want to leave ya this morning Eli, but there were some… things I had to take care of,” he wasn’t ambiguous, he knew, but it was better off if she did know what was happening. If she only knew what had happened today…

“ That’s it? That’s all I get?” she asked folding her arms and keeping the towel from falling farther from her chest.

“Yeah, that’s all you get. There are things happen’n Eli, that’s best if you don’t know sbou 'em. And from now, I don’t want you to be alone this week okay? Not a single moment alone, there might be some people lookin’ for me, and for you as a matter of fact. Just… promise me you’ll be careful?” he asked. Eli watched him a long time before nodding her head slowly.

Zan let out a sigh of relief before leaning into her face. His hands cupped her face as their noses touched sweetly. “I missed you today,” he confessing to her in a whisper.

She swallowed and closed her eyes, not knowing what to say. “Zan…” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he asked quietly letting his finger graze against her pulse.

“Uhm,” she tried. He was making the words impossible to come out.

“Yeah?” he breathed lifting his head up to reveal the glazed, dark look in his eyes. His lips were a mere breath from hers as his arms came around her to bring her closer to him.

“I just… need you to let go of me,” she gulped. His movements wavered when he heard her. She didn’t want him? he asked himself “I’m getting cold,” she whispered with a small explanation. He cleared his throat and let her go uncomfortably. Following her soon after she got out, Zan grabbed a new towel before turning towards her wet frame.

Pulling the soaked cloth away from her body, Zan swore to himself when he saw her body wracked with cold shivers. Throwing the wet towel on the floor, he replaced it gently with a new one around her shoulders, moving his hands up and down her arms to try to warm her small body up.

"sorry," he apologized now feeling bad about getting her this way.

“Thanks,” she whispered. He nodded before giving her some privacy, and feeling the stare from her the whole way down the hallway.










“Where is he?” Kivar asked her, slipping a glance behind him in the underground parking lot and seeing no one there

“With her,” she answered, “I followed him after he left our little family get together,” she remarked with snear. Blowing her nails with satisfaction she continued, “She lives at…”

“268 West 47th Street… I know,” he returned with a bored look, “I had the pleasure of meeting his majesty’s slave a night ago remember.”

“So what do ya want me to do?” Lonnie asked leaning on the cemented wall.

Kivar turned swiftly before lifting his face up to reveal a devious smile, “I think it's time for the rest of your family meet Amara.”

“You said it was dangerous for the other king to meet her,” she reminded him.

“It would be… if the king had his full strength but… some of my informers have told me that he’s just as weak as your brother. If it's true, then she’s worth more as a bargaining chip rather than a dead secret. I need this other king to meet her.”

“Why?” she questioned.

“Because if he never meets her, he wont be desperate when he finds out that we have his precious slave’s life in our hands,” he smiled wickedly, “Both of the kings will be so desperate just to get her back… There weak remember, they won’t be able to fight against me, what other choice will they have but to cooperate… even if it means givingtheir own lives for hers.” His depraved smile faded when his eyes met hers.

Sighing with little favor for her silence, he ordered one final thing as he began to walk away, “Tomorrow Vilandra, tomorrow you releave her to everyone,” turning quick on his heal, he warned her with fiery eyes, “Don’t let me down Vilandra. I’d hate to see you loose your trip home just because you couldn’t follow along with the plan.”

Lonnie turned coldly away with a curse falling from her lips after his shadow disappeared. Silently she made her way back to their crib, as tomorrow’s events reeled through her mind again and again. She tried to go over every possibility over every mistake that could occur, making sure nothing would go wrong, making sure she had a meal ticket back to Antar. Everything would be perfect she promised herself. She wouldn’t screw this up now, not when she was so close to getting what she wanted.




Song: Toni Braxton's "Please"

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Chapter 19- Family reunion

Lonnie’s eyes watched Zan leave the slaves doorway from across the street. The small smile that graced his lips mad her sick to her stomach wondering what the hell this girl done to the all and powerful king. He wasn’t her brother any more; he was someone else completely. A stranger that had crept inside of him and made him actually… happy. The aloof heart that he had once had, maybe days ago, was now gone from her eyes, but the one good thing about his new-contented appearance was that made this only easier to do. The cheesy grin and the love sick puppy dog eyes made her only hate him more; it only fueled her on more to get this over and done with. It was time for justice to finally come to her hand.

Waiting a half an hour after he’d had left, Lonnie got off the hard pavement and smirked to herself before crossing the street and entering into the apartment building. Things were just about to get interesting.











“So… how’s live’n under the rocks workin’ for you?” Zan asked to his dupe across from him on the other sofa. The only reaction he gave to Zan’s words was a stern and potent look full of anger and uncertain hatred.

“You can look at me all you want wit’ those angry stares of yours, but remember who it is your look’n at. Your not the only one with the seal inside of him,” Zan reminded with a sneer. He sighed and fell back into his seat looking past his dupe to keep an eye out on the others. They were all there except his sister.

Zan took a double take before nodding his head towards his second, “Yo Rath, where’s Lon?” he questioned over to him.

Rath shrugged his shoulders with a glance over to him, but he caught something small and dark in Rath’s eyes. Zan couldn’t convict him because he wasn’t even sure of what he’d just seen. Maybe he was just imagining it, but the more he was around them the more he got this feeling that there was something… something that they were scheming, but still it was just a feeling and he had no proof to convict them.

But something was off, and whatever it was most definitely had to do with his Brady misdemeanor family. He didn’t trust any one in this room and then some. The only thing he trusted was the one thing he couldn’t get off of his mind, even now he couldn’t stop thinking about her. If she was safe, if she was missing him as much as he was missing her, all these thoughts plagued his mind even when he had so much he should be thinking about instead.

“Can… can I ask you something?” his dupe questioned boldly staring him in the eyes. Zan didn’t reply.

“This seal… this position as king, do you ever wish… it wasn’t yours to have?” Max questioned extremely serious. Zan’s eyes faltered to the ground a picture of her came across his mind before he glanced up again. Zan caught himself before answering the question truthfully. He lied to his dupe with a simple, “Never.”

Max watched him carefully before nodding ambiguously. “You?” Zan questioned, mildly interested.

“Sometimes,” he answered back making a slight glance towards Ava’s dupe. Zan shook his head knowingly to himself. They weren’t so different after all.

Zan glanced back to his dupe but held his next question back when he saw Max’s face. He was staring at something behind him with a bewildered and awe filling look on his face. Zan’s head turned quick in reaction. His stomach turned sick and torn when he saw her beautiful and out of place face behind him. He couldn’t breathe. He didn’t understand. How did she get here? She wasn’t supposed to be here. “Eli,” her name breathed from his lips.

“You said we should all be here Zan, so shouldn’t she be here as well. After all, she is the reason why things ended the way they did on Antar,” Lonnie spoke coldly grasping Eli’s arm and thrusting her in front for everyone in the room to see.

“Get your hands off of her Lonnie, or so help me knock your fuck’n head into that wall,” he growled standing from the sofa and reaching for Eli’s arm, “Why’d you bring her here Lon?”

“She’s a part of this Zan no matter how much you deny it. There’s no reason to keep her a secret… unless you have something to hide Zan?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Zan could have slapped that cold grin off her face with his hands, but refrained before taking Eli in his arms.

“She don’t belong here Lonnie. You know better,”

“Well, I do know a lot of things little bro,” she suggested. Zan didn’t know exactly what she knew, but right now he was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt that she knew close to everything.

“Well, talk about this latter Lon, but not here,” he warned boring holes into Lonnie’s eyes with a sneer,

“Who is she?” Tess questioned, “Look I don’t know who you are, but what I do know is she doesn’t belong here. She’s not one of the royal four and she’s not from Antar.”

“Do you want to inform them little brother or should I?” Lonnie’s smile grew wickedly. One could see the laughter brewing inside of her dark heart.

“What the hell is going on here?” Nasedo asked now entering the scene with perplexity.

“You’re just in time shape shifter,” Lonnie acknowledged, “Meet the king’s new found love slave.”

Eli’s breathing kept at a harsh and unequal beat through the entire argument. She felt like she couldn’t get enough air, like she was suffocating. Everything was so hot and she didn’t know what to do with all the cold stares tossed her way. She felt faint and uneasy. It was like she couldn’t calm herself down, like everything from the past was here now to punish her for what she had done in the past. This was her place of conviction. She couldn’t stop her heavy thrusts of air. She couldn’t breathe.

Eli’s eyes flashed around the room. They froze as well as her breath when two tranquil hazel eyes met hers across the room. Warmth and serenity spread through her body when she saw Zan’s face, but… it wasn’t Zan.

Eli swallowed and looked into Zan’s duplicate calmly. He was staring right at her, not at those who were arguing, or at his beloved wife, but he was staring at her… with the most capturing look she’d ever seen. She couldn’t look away not for second.

“Eli?” Zan called. Giving one final glance towards the other man, she turned to find Zan’s hand outstretched, waiting for her to take it. She took it, no questions asked before finding a cold stare replacing the kind one only moments ago. It was coming from the corner of the room. Ava’s stare pierced into her with confusion and distrust.

“Well, I see one of our kings has already had his say about the girl staying here… and what about the other?” Nasedo turned to Max waiting for his reply. Glancing over to Eli with a quiet stare, he nodded his head in agreement.

“Max!” Tess cried, “You can not possibly want this human to stay here with us. We don’t even know who she is! She’s not one of us, and we don’t owe anything to her. Why are we picking up charity cases when…”

“She staying Tess,” Max informed her with a glare, daring her to question him. She didn’t, but merely huffed with a snide look towards Eli before sitting back down as she was told.

“Well then it’s settled. Also I think that we should all stay here tonight,” Nasedo suggested, “We’re stronger together, and it’ll only be for tonight, and then tomorrow morning we’ll get up early for the summit.”

“Great, a fuck’n slumber party,” Rath chipped in with a snarl.









“So… how do you know Zan?” Max asked across from the sofa. Eli glanced up to find him staring at her again with that soulful gaze of his.

Eli studied him a moment before asking, “You don’t remember anything from the other life do you?”

“Is it that obvious?” he asked with a small smile.

“No, its just if you did remember, then you would have never asked me that,” she answered and glanced over to Zan who was discussing something with Nasedo. At least that’s what she thought his name was. She didn’t remember much about him in the old life, but he did seem familiar. She just couldn’t place her finger on it.





"I don't want to talk to you right now Lonnie, and if you know what's good for you you'll keep your distance," Zan warned his sister as she came up to him.

"Little brother, I'm not the one you should be worying about," she glared and immediately regretted her words as soon as they fell.

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" he questioned eying her carefully with a fierce tone.

Lonnie downcasted her eyes and held her tongue quickly. Damn it! she cursed to herself. She'd almost slipped up. Her thoughts of trying to change the subject ceased when a blinding light filled her eyes and a scene plunged into her mind.

“You insolent fool!" Velondra yelled within the palace's walls to her brothers infatuation who was currently standing with high held chin. It only fuelled her on more, "You try to reach for the moons and then expect to have a handful of their dusts in your hand! He is a king; you are a slave. There can be such joining. Do you understand me? There can be no such thing!”

Lonnie breathed hard and looked across to the small girl she had seen only moments ago in her vision. It was like a memory, but only more surreal. Oh, G*d she remembered!

"Lonnie?" Zan questioned.

She gazed back to her brothers questioning eyes and swallowed before returning with a cold smile to hide the vision. Zan fallowed her line and vision and stopped to see Eli talking to his double. She was laughing. He was laughing. What the hell? A strange jealousy filled his vains at the sight

“I guess the crown isn’t the only thing you got in common with your dupe Zan,” Lonnie sneared before disappearing into the hallway.

Zan swallowed and watched Amara from a distance.





Eli cleared her throat, “So… you and Ava’s dupe,” she started.

“Tess,” he nodded with a small smile at her attempt to remember her name.

“Right,” she laughed and hesitated before asking, “How’s that goin’?”

“Its okay,” his eyes fell into hers as answered. Eli smiled smally feeling comforted in some twisted way, that Zan’s dupe wasn’t happy with her. It was a terrible thing to think, because she wanted him to be happy, but… she couldn’t help the satisfaction and relief that flowed through her body knowing that Ava could never be the love of his life in this life or in the past.

Eli smiled at the thought and shook her head with “Hmm,” He smiled at her knowingly as they shared a small moment of small understanding. Her smile faltered however when a shadow was casted over her. She frowned and looked up already knowing who it was.

“You alright?” Zan asked watching the two of them carefully with a cross of his arms.

“Yeah,” she nodded. Why did she feel guilty all of the sudden when she looked into Zan’s eyes?

“I gotta go to the store for some food and shit. So come on,” he held his hand out, but Eli didn’t take it.

“I can’t go there Zan. Ria and Rachael are work’n there tonight. If they see me, they’ll ask questions. I shouldn’t go… besides I’ll be okay,” she glanced over to Max.

Zan glared over to his dupe before sneering before turning towards the stairs. Eli shook her head with a sigh. When she caught Max’s look she warned, “Don’t look at me like that. He’s got a lot on his mind, and he’s not like that usually.”

He nodded but kept studying her unconsciously, “Sure,” he replied with a node. Eli knew he didn’t believe her but she dropped the subject anyway for her sake.

Her eyes fell down to his hand. Swallowing harshly she whispered softly, “You’re married.”

Closing his hand almost an attempt to hide the golden band, he nodded in confession, “Yeah.”

Eli shook her head mumbling, “Some things never change.”

“What?” he questioned.

Glancing back at him, she shook her head glumly, “Nothing.”










Tess watched them carefully from across the room. She wanted to destroy the woman who her husband was now talking to. From the start she had the remote hatred for the girl that she knew nothing about. Maybe it was the way that her husband looked at her, or the way that Max’s dupe protected her in such away that demanded respect. Whatever it was, she didn’t plan to accept it.

She didn’t care who this woman was. She was the queen of Antar. She was the one who would bare Zan’s air to the throne within her. She had to do something quickly before her husband did anything stupid with that horrid rag a muffin. She had to make sure things went on course. She didn’t come this far to have it screwed up just because her husband’s manhood was becoming distraction for him.

Before she could do or say anything, a vision blazed through her mind with heated flames. Her hands clinched the sofa, as her eyes slammed shut with unease before it hit her with heavy flames of anger. A scream escaped her lips before the vision blasted through her all at once.






“Calm down Ava,” her husband warned.

“Do you not think I am smart enough to know Zan? I am the queen of Antar! I’m your wife Zan. I know when my husband is screwing around with a slave! Do you think I am blind!” she screamed at the top of her lung in their bedroom clenching her silk rob that fell off of her should and exposing her golden nightgown.

“I said lower your voice Ava!” Zan ordered again with commanding presence.

“Do NOT tell me anything husband. You are no longer the king of Antar when I am done with you!” she roared, “Not to mention what I will do to your precious love slave. I believe the penalty is banishment for you and death for her,” she pointed out with a fiery sneer.

Zan fury exploded with her words, as he grasped her arm tightly and pushed her against the wall, “Listen and you listen well my beloved wife! I am and will always be the king to this kingdom. And so help me if you say a word about Amara, I will kill you myself!”

“You won’t kill me Zan, you haven’t the guts. Look at you Zan! Once a beloved king, now you’re just a pathetic lovesick man with a crown and queen as his wife.... You don’t deserve to be king Zan! You’re not worthy of it!”

“Neither are you!” Zan pointed out letting go of his grip with black scorching eyes, “You will not speak of this ever again Ava. Do you understand me?”

“I don’t take your orders Zan. I’m not your precious slave!” she bit back.

“I know you’re not!” he returned coldly. The callous words silenced his wife, completely stunning her with a loss of words. Was he suggesting she, a slave, a human, was better than she?

“Are you saying that a slave is better than an Antarian?” she asked perplexed.

“No… better than a queen,” Zan returned with a smile full of hatred and distaste.

“You can’t possibly prefer that human over me!” she screamed.

“That human Ava,” Zan returned, “Is more real to me than anything I have ever shared with you!”

“You bastard!” she screamed throwing a vase in his direction, but only crashed against the door he had already exited, “You’ll pay for this Zan! You will pay!”






“Oh my g*d,” Tess whispered. It was the girl. She was the slave that had ruined everything! She was the reason they were here now on this miserable planet. She was the cause of all there deaths! It was her! It was her!