Roswell Fanatics

Lilmisspolarwhore
Elizabeth Kivana

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Chapter 10 A

Sewer

Slowly Rath opened his eyes, at first he didn’t know how he got back to the sewers. Last thing he remembered was walking through the park with Zan and then a sudden need to go to bed. Rath sat up on the couch and closed his eyes again; he tried to piece together the missing twenty minutes it took to walk from the park to the sewers.

At first all he could see was blur, but before long the picture began to clear. The girl in the park, he and Zan saw her levitating benches and blowing up street lamps. Jesus, she’s an alien…could she be Dakeri? It certainly would make sense but why did he remember so soon after? Mind warps only wore off if someone was very weak, dying weak, or they wanted the mind warp to wear off.

Rath clung to the word ‘dying’ no, she couldn’t be dead, that was not possible. Grabbing his jacket he raced from the sewers and ran as fast as he can back to the park. His reaction to the possibility of her dying was enough to make him believe the girl in the park was Dakeri.

He stomped up the stairs and onto the busy street of New York, he had to find her. Almost an hour later he still hadn’t found her and he’s pissed. The searching and worrying for sixty minutes had quickly changed his demeanor from scared to the desire to shake Dakeri till she explained why she fucked with his brain.

Another thirty minutes ticked by and he finally found her car, she had to have been using some power to hide the car because he passed by here and checked here three times and found nothing. Either she’s weaker or she’s ready to bail. Rath didn’t waste time to think about what he’d say once he did reach her, he just took off running toward the car.

Before he could stalk up to it the driver’s side door opened and Dakeri climbed out and stretched out. The shirt she wore rode up revealing a skinny stomach, she hasn’t been eating. He felt himself begin to soften till he forced his thoughts toward her less endearing hour of last night.

“Ya know you gotta a lot a nerve fucking with my head likes that.” Rath startled her. Good she deserved to be on edge after her performance last night. “I should teach ya wat it’s like ta fuck wit someone.” He threatened staring down at her. Got to give her credit though—she didn’t cower like others would if he were glarin’ at them the way he was with her.

“Hmm—maybe if your brain wasn’t so easy to fuck with I wouldn’t do it.” She hissed out. Dakeri may come off like she wasn’t afraid of Rath but she was. Oh, this wasn’t information she’d allow him to know, that’d only stroke his ego but it’s something she’d admit to herself.

Rath smirked and trapped her body between the open car door and his arm. “You’re right that does stroke the ego.”

Dammit, she forgot about that connection they had. Why the hell couldn’t she sever that thing? “Don’t let it go to your head,” she crossed her arms glaring back at him. “If I wanted to I could throw you to the other end of the park with only a flick of my hand.”

“If you were this feisty back on Antar I’s can see why we hit the sheets.”

Feigning disinterest Dakeri sat back in the driver’s seat, shoved her keys in the ignition and started the car. Rath narrowed his eyes in confusion, was she going to leave and if so where—why. Didn’t she want to talk—all right that doesn’t sound like him at all but dammit he wanted answers and she’s the only one that can give them to him.

“Where the hell are you’s going?”

She slowly rose her eyes to meet his light brown ones. “Figured I’d go get a hotel room, want to come?” She knew what that sounded like, but really all she meant was for them to talk.

“Why not stay here?” He may remember her from a previous life but he knew nothing about her from this one.

Dakeri chuckled. “Don’t really wish to have this conversation out in the open like this. Anybody could be listening in and I really don’t feel like turning some human’s brain to mush so they don’t remember.” She lifted her legs into the car and shut the door. “Are you coming or not?”

Rath let out a breath and stared off into the park where kids start to play soccer or baseball. Lovers curl up on blankets feeding each other fruits. Yea, definitely not the place to have an alien talk. “Fine.” He slid on the hood of her car reaching the passenger side and climbed in. With the skills of a professional race car driver she zigzags around the crowded park avoiding people till she’s back on the busy streets of New York.

“And you learned ta drive like that where?” He wanted to know.

“I’ll tell you later.” She smirked before pulling into a nearby hotel. It wasn’t as nice as the one she stayed in before but it was better than nothing. “Shall we?”

TBC

A.N. I have a poll in 'My Fics' section (link is in my sig) where I need help figuring out what stand-alone I'm going to post next since I can already see ends to three of my stand-alones. Summary's are on the 7/14 post. Thanks.

A.N. Well here is the last chapter, the last few paragraphs will move quickly. I’ve had the last 9 paragraphs of this story done for over a year so I always knew that this was where I would end the fic since their story is being continued in Twin Set of Lovers. Hope everyone enjoys.

Chapter 10 B

Ten minutes later they’re in the room together but neither were talking. Dakeri sighed but still wouldn’t speak; she wasn’t going to be the first one to say anything—“So how long have you been living in New York?” Dammit, well not talking first certainly was tossed away wasn’t it? Why did being around Rath frazzle her nerves so much?

Rath ignored her question instead he focused on her thought. “How do I, how’d ya put it, frazzle you?”

“Stop reading my mind, the first couple times it was cute, now it’s just irritating.” Dakeri glared at the alien warrior. She was supposed to be the powerful one, why the hell couldn’t she read his thoughts as easily as he could read hers?

“Maybe because I’ve spent my entire life keeping Ava outta my head. Can block my thoughts damn well.”

“Again with the irritation. Could you at least pretend to not read my mind. It’d go a long way in me not turning your brain to mush.” She fumed.

He leaned against the TV stand watching her in silence for a few moments. Rath couldn’t stop the stirring in his heart when she tucked a piece of stray brunette hair behind her ear. Dakerina looked helpless, and so lost, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

“My name is Dakeri alright, not Dakerina. Nobody calls me that except for Mom. And you can forget about that helpless shit, that is the last thing I am.” She knew she was being a bitch but he couldn’t go thinking that about somebody without them getting worked up. Wait a minute…Rath didn’t say that out loud.

Her eyes rose quickly to meet his, a smirk fell onto her lips. “Don’t be gettin’ cocky now. Just cuz you did it once don’t mean you’ll be able to do it again.” He spoke meaning for it to be harsh but it came out amused.

“Oh I think I’ll be able to do it again.” Dakeri smiled at him, her brown orbs teased back him.

[I'm sure you will.] He thought to her instead, the move far more intimate than speaking to one another. The gesture got the expression he was hoping for, shyness with a hint of lust.

[So—what do you want to know first?] Dakeri followed his lead, neither had moved from their chosen spots in the room but they were light years closer than they previously had been.

Nicholas’s Household

“Did you find her Jamaria?” Nick questioned, although why he bothered to ask he had no clue. He knew the answer.

“Did you expect me too?” He spat out. When he got back to the warehouse where he kept Delores all he found was the chair and the rope coiled on the floor. Blood stained the once pale rope but other than that there was no sign of his prisoner.

“Of course not. She’s probably hiding somewhere, fortunately there is no way for her to get back to Antar. The only way is through me and since that’s not happening any time soon she’s stuck on this miserable planet just like we are.” He growled.

But there was a problem with that scenario she knew who Dakerina was, who she was to Khivar, and what role she played. The less their people knew the better; there were only three who knew who Dakerina was, him, Khivar, and Delores. That was one person to many. She could tell Dakerina anything and she may just believe it forever tainting further information she may receive.

“Where do you think she’d go?” Jamaria questioned. He wanted to make this right with Nicholas, the only way to do that was to keep looking, find her and finally kill her.

“To Dakerina. Go to the hotel she took Rath too. Don’t let her see you and wait for Delores. She’s bound to show up sooner or later. And you better pray it’s soon.” He stormed out of the room to the living room where his “sister” was waiting for him.

“Nicholas what about Vilandra? How do we get her to come to our side?” Vanessa questioned. Lonnie seemed to be coming around but Nicholas wasn’t so sure she’d be the one brought back to Antar with them. She didn’t have the class Khivar associated with his Vilandra; he may not like Lonnie.

“We’ll figure something out. Don’t worry. But first I want you to go back to Roswell, in a few months time I'm going to need you to kill your husband, but make sure it looks like an accident, so you can take over office. From there we’ll decide our next move.”

Hotel Room

An hour later she and Rath finished exchanging the “quick” version of their lives up to that point. He figured out that she was the reason he suddenly got a bunch of swallow cuts and how they healed rapidly. She told him about her mother, Francesca, briefly, anything more than that caused her too much pain.

Rath explained about his relationship with Lonnie, he had to admit that he enjoyed the jealous glare that she cast toward the window. The fact that she was possessive sent his lust through the roof, they barely knew each other so what would it be like when they knew each other well?

Another hour later she had him spread out on the mattress riding him for all she was worth, not willing to deny her passion any longer. Thankfully Rath was completely on board ready and willing to be laid out wherever she wanted him.

They stayed in the hotel room for three days, on the third day his family came looking for him. They opened their connection with Rath and hurried to the hotel that had become their love nest. Zan, the King of the group unlocked the door with his powers bursting into the room like he owned the building. Rath, not expecting him sent him flying back the way he came into Lonnie, the ex, and Ava his pseudo sister.

Dakeri not knowing these people from Adam shot her own hand out raising a blue shield similar to Zan’s green one. After a few moments Rath convinced her to lower the shield and he explained who she was and why she was in New York.

Lonnie hated her from the get-go, which to tell the truth she didn’t mind all that much. In fact she loved it. Ava while a little standoffish wasn’t rude toward her even went so far as to offer her a place with them in the sewers.

At that Lonnie stormed off and they didn’t hear from her for a few days. Zan on the other hand agreed whole-heartedly that she should live with them, she wished, the entire time he was in the hotel room that he would stop staring at her like she was a double fudge chocolate cake tempting people at a weight watchers meeting.

Eventually the now group of five fell into a routine, Zan kept a close eye on Rath and Dakeri waiting for Rath to slip up so he could zoom in and comfort Dakeri. Ava took Dak around the city, showing her the best clubs and stores to shop at. While Lonnie tried to get Rath back she pretended to be Dakeri’s friend, it only worked once, after Dakeri heard Lon speak to Ava about not really being her friend she turned cold to the statuesque alien Princess. She wouldn’t let Lonnie manipulate her.

And finally Rath and Dakeri continued to learn more about each other find out each other’s best and worst qualities. When they moved in together he started to leave little pieces of paper with a single word on it by her pillow. Words like love, beautiful, stubborn, and caring. Every morning it would be a new description. She loved him and he loved her. They’d make it, she knew they would.

The End