Roswell Fanatics

Chapter 43


- This is very hard. - Serena began. - It seems that one of the spies we have on Antar found out about a serious discussion between Khivar and Nicholas, which now has “the weasel” under constant supervision after Khivar caught him meddling with some stuff Khivar considered out of line and even dangerous to their cause. He could dig a little further and what came up was that Nicholas had been fooling around with humans to get his kicks, being careless and neglecting his duties to the continuance of their army’s training, which is in his hands to have under constant supervision. -

Serena looked around to see how they were taking the impact of her words to see only blank confused faces. Not one of them had got it! Damn, she missed Michael; he would have been on to it right away!

- Instead of supervising the potential of their army, he was recruiting three human puppets to be able to do his mischief through them. - Nothing…not even Liz, though she was getting a different look than the other ones.

When Serena was about to go on with a nudge appropriate for retards, she was delighted to see Liz had seen the light.

- Michael! - She exploded, a little louder than she had expected.

- Yes, Michael. It was Nicholas until he was unexpectedly found out and kicked back to his place, that’s why you got the hints but couldn’t quite place them. Every time any of the humans screwed up, Nicholas covered his tracks, so when he was discovered and disciplined, he simply went MIA and his puppets were totally out of sorts, falling into confusion and blunders that helped us get to you. According to Someri, our spy, Khivar had Nicholas in a very short leash. It seems Nicholas had another more important task, but all we know is it concerned Michael, and not just to play around, but of life and death importance. If Nicholas didn’t go straight on to that, it’s because he’s unable to, something is still missing to make him successful, so he was kind of probing to see what progress he could find since the last time he interacted with him. If he didn’t pursue it, it’s good news to us, because he found us better equipped. But now he’ll go head on to make up for the differences he discovered and get over them with as ample margin as he can muster. So we must stay ahead of him at all times. - Serena shook her head in despair.

- How are we going to do that? - Stuart asked, worried about the true aliens.

- We need Michael. He’s the strategist. We will be getting everything our spies find out, but it’s Michael who can see through their schemes. - Serena confirmed.

- Then why did they take him there? They’re putting him in danger! - Max cried.

- No, Ramthis knows his thing too. The last thing Khivar will even dream of is exactly that. They are sure he’s on Earth, they have no reasons to even suspect he’s able to get there at all, much less that he’s recovering on Antar. It’s kind of like, when you tell the truth, no one believes you so it’s better to stick to it. - Serena nodded. - And anyway he…-

- It’s not so bad, he will be back soon, about two days at the most…- Max interrupted.

- How do you know that? - Serena asked.

- I got it from my mother, the time space thing, you know? Uncle Ramthis said he had to recover there because this was caused by an Antares. - He frowned.

- You knew? And now you mention it? - Isabel was livid, approaching him in a not so nice state of mind.

- I was freaking out with him gone again! - Max knew how weak his defense was and how dangerously pissed Isabel looked as she got nearer.

- C’mon Iz, we’re all trying to deal, lay off him, ok? It’s not his fault. - Stuart stepped between the alien siblings just in time.


- I don’t understand how Michael can skip from one planet to the other now after he spent years trying to contact his people. What has changed in him to allow him to do that? - Maria had quietly been striving to make sense out of the whole thing and seemed to be making better progress than the rest.

- He always could Maria, but he didn’t know how. It’s still not that clear to him yet. It’s because of the granilith. - Serena started explaining.

- You mean like Tess did for her getaway? Is it now invisible? - Maria was getting impatient.

- No, neither Michael nor Ramthis need the physical side of the granilith, just the true essence because…- Serena was interrupted again.

- Then why hasn’t he just left on his own all these times he was bugging for his father to come and get him? - Maria couldn’t hold back.

- Let me finish, ok? Michael and Ramthis are Royal blooded. They’re both true heirs to the crown whether they take their place or not. As chosen warlords, they’re just as important as the king himself, that means they will eventually be part of the granilith. They belong to it already, so they can summon its power whenever they want. Ramthis has mastered it, but Michael has still to overcome his human side to be able to do it. That’s what holds him back so he has to have his father do it for him. - Serena paused giving Maria her chance.

- Then why didn’t his father come sooner to take him away from the miserable life he was having? - Maria was really getting pissed at the injustice of the whole thing.

- I know what you mean, but the problem was that Michael had no idea he was an alien until years later, when with Max and Isabel, they finally came to that conclusion. Roswell, flying saucer crash, too much of a coincidence so they just put two and two together. They couldn’t just be freaks, there was definitely much more to it. The old Indian who took care of Michael’s first week on Earth showed him his planet in the sky and then the map on the wall of the cave. Michael recognized it then because it was still quite clear in his mind, but the old man didn’t push because he knew he wasn’t ready to accept his true identity yet. He knew the boy would find out when the time was right. Michael’s difficult conditioning to his new life didn’t give him time to think about what had been disclosed to him, and he took it just as a rare pleasant dream. Remember not even River Dog recognized him as an alien at first. Unfortunately, Tess was the last piece of the puzzle, it should have been Ava, but it wasn’t to be. Max brought you out on the spotlight and the information Tess provided took away any doubts you still had. The next meeting with River Dog got you all even more involved though it also brought Michael the disappointment of having the man assure him he wasn’t his father as Michael had begun to suspect. Ramthis did try to contact him several times during his sleep, but the state of confusion he found in the boy’s mind, told him he would just make things worse. Michael had to be ready for him and the time clearly wasn’t the right one yet. His current insecurity would make him react in a negative way, putting him in danger and that was the last thing Ramthis wanted to do. Ramthis has always been very protective of his son, you can’t begin to understand how much he admires him. He stopped coming to check on him because he was finding it hard to control his urge to interfere with what was happening to him, and that would have only put him in the hands of the FBI. Michael’s attitude would end up getting him killed, so he was forced to let him go to make sure he survived. It was the hardest thing he has ever done, after leaving him in the castle when he lost the rest of his family. Michael is in very good hands right now. I will ask permission to let you see him tonight, ok? Let’s relax so we can receive him back like he deserves please? We need it quite badly too. -

Serena expected some protesting, but to her satisfaction, none came. That meant she had got her message through successfully. Making the math, Serena realized that Michael and Liz had been gone a whole week plus a day, so that being Sunday, the following would be a busy day, helping them go through it faster than the actual one. They couldn’t help remembering how slow the last weekend had been, not knowing anything about them and unable to get through to them. Maria and Isabel had almost ended wringing each others’ necks to end up in each others’ arms, crying disconsolately. Ava and Laurie’s eyes were constantly red and shining with tears. Max sat in front of the TV set in the chimney room, ramrod straight, looking like he had swallowed a broomstick. Kyle and Stuart bustled around the whole place, trying to keep them together, but only getting in their way by asking Serena, Maria and Isabel every few minutes if they had managed to feel any of the missing ones. Every time they did, Max looked like he was about to reach boiling point, and on the seventh time he really did.

- Will you shut up? Will you just SHUT UP? If anyone knows anything we will be shouting it for all of you to hear! So will you PLEASE SHUT UP? - Max yelled at the top of his voice looking about to explode, or implode, because maybe that was the alien thing to do.

That got everyone in mute mode, which happened to be just as exasperating, feeling the strain of refraining from expressing their anguish. Five minutes later Max spoke again.

- Excuse me. - That was all he managed before going back to mute mode.

They all just nodded, having to admit Max was right, as any sound only succeeded in driving them out of their minds. Their restlessness grew worse with each passing day until they finally got the call which did nothing to ease the tension. They went though their days like ghosts, hoping to find a way to come back to life. Laurie had to inform the two couples working there and Anita’s wailing had the two men whisking her away to their cottages to spare the jumpy group from the woman’s unnerving weeping.

At last it was over, and now this! They consumed pot after pot of herbal tea which got them in a stupor, lying by the pool and dozing most of the time. That evening, after supper, Serena kept her promise. They made the circle connection and Serena summoned her sister. Wyteeah appeared with a peaceful smile on her face.

“I know what you want, it’s alright, you can see him but you have to promise you will not speak or try to reach him in any way. The shaman is cleaning his essence. He had been receiving poison for too long. His whole balance was off. He’s almost getting there, his physical strength is back so we’re now working on his general wellbeing and nervous system. The herbs are putting everything right as they did when he was a baby. He was poisoned for a human week but it will take a few alien months to get him well. He’s halfway there already. We’re all here with him, he’s never alone. He’s kept asleep most of the time because it’s the only way he can take it, high strung as he is! See for yourselves.”

Wyteeah moved aside and they saw Michael lying on this huge bed in the middle of a room, the blanket under him had the colourful patterns of the Andes people and a transparent pulsing tube disappeared between his thighs. A small group of people sat around the bed, caressing his back and whispering soothingly to him, making him smirk and smile. They were Rath-Michael’s sister O’Sheeah, Geehan and Shenti while the warlord Ramthis himself and the Shaman stood on either side of the bed and watched. They could see Michael felt completely at home with them.

Then Maria gave a start and turned towards Wyteeah with frightened eyes.

“I…I swear I didn’t do it! I didn’t do anything!” She could see Wyteeah was looking back at her with curiosity in her eyes.

“I know, he’s doing it! He felt you and went to you” - Wyteeah turned to stare at Michael.

“Show me!” Wyteeah demanded, placing her fingertips on Maria’s temple.

“He loves you! As much as he loves Vilandra.” Wyteeah nodded.

Maria took Isabel’s hand in hers and the two girls smiled at each other.

‘Two wives, at least they’re not of the same status… Vilandra is the official one …that could solve the problem…but he sees them as equals…never happened before…’

Wyteeah’s thoughts were as clear as daylight to Serena, being a seer on top of all, her sister couldn’t keep anything away from her.

‘Maria is the official one on Earth because he thought for years that “Vilandra” was his sister, and that’s how he saw her and so did she. The attraction’s there still though, so “Vilandra” says she will bear his children if Maria’s aren’t accepted as heirs to Antar. “Vilandra” is Isabel now.’ Serena sent back.

‘Yes, that kind of love never dies.’ Wyteeah looked at her daughter with doting eyes.

Michael was getting restless, he winced and moaned, fighting to wake up and go to his girls.

“You better leave, it’s not good for him if he fights the healing.” Ramthis said as the three on the bed began to kiss Michael and whisper soothingly against his back.

The Shaman nodded, agreeing with Ramthis and Serena locked eyes with the small but important looking man, sharing a smile of mutual respect. Then she reached out and formed the circle connection opening their eyes back at home in Tucson.

- He’ll be back tomorrow evening, and anyway, Tuesday’s a holiday so we can have a double comeback celebration, ok? - Serena knew they would agree.

- Alright Maria, what was that about and how come we didn’t get it in spite of our empathy? - Liz asked her best friend, surprised that neither her special empathy with Michael nor the general one that should have worked with Maria, hadn’t done it for her at all.

- You didn’t? It doesn’t make sense…why…? - Maria frowned.

- Because Michael sent it just to you, he needs all of his energy to heal faster, so he could spare just enough for one person who would pass it on to the others, and he chose you. - Serena smiled at Maria.

She loved to see Isabel and Liz smiling at Maria too, happy for her. They were proud of her because she had taken Michael’s kidnap amazingly well, crying quietly by herself but not losing it or going into hysterics as they had expected from her, and Serena knew how much control it had taken her to keep herself in check for the others’ sake. This time Maria had really earned Serena’s respect.

- Well? - It was Max insisting, leaving Kyle’s mouth open as he beat him to it by a fraction of a second.

- Ok then, I’ll show you. - Maria sighed and reached for their hands.


Michael could hear Max screaming and his shrill voice fading as he zoomed from one bed to the other. At least that’s what Michael had felt. Everything smelled different; the pillow didn’t have the whiff of Maria’s cologne but an exotic spicy tangy scent that was just too familiar. Why couldn’t he see…oh, his eyes were closed and his face was buried in the pillow. He felt a hand on his cheek and another brushing away the hair from his face as he turned it sideways. He struggled to open his eyes, the reminder of the blinding light still fresh in his mind. What he saw was the most amazing déjà vu that took him back as a baby a lifetime ago. His father and aunt were there beside him, he could feel their hands on him, and then the voice…he knew that heavily accented voice…


“Lie still, my prince…”

Yes…the Shaman…THE SHAMAN! Suddenly there was another flash of him as a young boy in a cave and the two memories kept overlapping each other as the original one prevailed while the Shaman looked on. Where did he come from? What was he doing to him?

Michael felt something pushing into him. It wasn’t particularly painful, just working its way into him and when it stopped, he just felt there was something inside him. It was cold at first but then it warmed up and the feeling of it became rather pleasant. He groaned and snuggled and felt hands holding his thighs.

“Just relax, please son.” His father Ramthis, his voice was unmistakable.

“We’re here for you, Rath-Michael.” That was his aunt, no mistaking her either.

“Rath-Michael!” A pair of arms were wrapped around his shoulders and lips collided with his cheek.

“O’Sheeah…” He whispered into her hair.

Then the vibrations from the hands on his thighs sent him vivid images which became the faces of Geehan and Shenti.

Antar…he was on Antar…but how? Max?

“Our father could bring you, but no one else. Our energy will help you heal but the alien one will drain you of your strength.”

What was his sister talking about? They were the aliens! Of course! Humans are aliens for them…for us? Shit! I’m both! Why do I get in these messes?

“Rath-Michael, we can hear you anyway, so just speak!” Ramthis sounded rather pissed, probably at being considered an alien by his own son.

“I’m sorry, put yourself in my place!” Michael pleaded.

“Oh you poor child! What have we done to you? You’re right! It must be so confusing! Alright, this isn’t doing you any good at all! Forget it all and you’re now going to sleep and forget everything. Just concentrate in feeling well and rejecting anything harmful from your body. You’re going to sweat if all out and we’ll be here all the time to keep you cool and fresh. Amaru?” Wyteeah turned to the Shaman.

Michael felt whatever was inside him pulsing a little harder and he started feeling very sleepy. He had what he thought were dreams in which he felt and heard his sister, Geehan, Shenti, his father, his aunt and the Shaman. A few times a day, the thing inside him bloated and pulsed harder and something told him he was being fed that way too…well, nicer than and iv drip, at least no needle…makes me kind of horny though…oh shit! Are they listening to me?
A couple of chuckles answered for him and he felt his butt squeezed from both sides. ‘It’s alright, it’s just us…They’ve gone to eat and sleep. It’s just Geehan and me.’ Michael immediately recognized Shenti and loved the way they were touching him. Their hands glided up his thighs, tickling him softly on the insides, then over his ass to gently scratch all the way up to his shoulders and back again. As they did it a third time, their mouths took over and the nibbling up his thighs was too much so when their teeth reached his ass and they started actually biting, Michael couldn’t help himself and came. Once the awesome feeling passed, Michael could feel the fear coming from both men as the door opened and the only one missing was O’Sheeah. Michael felt waves of guilt from his two lovers along with the fear. Michael became upset to think they would be punished for giving him pleasure, he would not allow it!

“Alright, you! Calm down. Their punishment will be that if they want to be allowed here with you it will not happen again. Is that clear? You relax and heal!” Ramthis ordered. - And you! If you can’t keep your mouths to yourselves, I’ll gag you! And careful with your hands too! AMARU!”

The bloating and pulsing in his ass became intense and Michael came again to everyone’s dismay. As soon as he was able to, Michael started laughing.

“Are you going to kick out the Shaman too?” Michael went on laughing.

“Watch it, child!” Ramthis roared and spanked Michael hard three times. “You behave! You’re going to sleep!”

“Nooo! I’m sorry!” Michael begged to no avail as his eyes were already closing.

The next thing he knew, he could feel Maria in the room with him. He was beginning to feel all the others too, but faintly yet, when the warning came just in time.

“They’re here just to make sure you’re alright. If you try to contact more than one of them, your healing energy flow will keep you here much longer, so it’s up to you!” His father was relentless.

Maria’s essence was the strongest so he reached out to her and chose her.

Chapter 44


- So why was my essence stronger than you other guys? I was the last one to get powers, it doesn’t make sense? - Maria asked when they found themselves back.

- It has nothing to do with it, you were the one wanting to know about Michael’s ability to move between the planets, and asking all those questions and eager to find out the answers. Your desire to find out all you could shows how much you love Michael and want to help him in his quest. No wonder he felt you so strongly. He felt your love for him. - Serena could feel what this had done for Maria, sending her confidence soaring. - Ok, I’m going home, you guys have classes tomorrow and I’m spending the day at the future clinic which is getting the bathrooms in shape tomorrow and I want to make sure they’re the way we want them. Laurie, can Rubén drive me over? -

Maria was about to ask Liz for a girly sleep over at her room but she saw her already halfway up the stairs with Max so that was out of the question. Then she saw Laurie and Ava going to the kitchen and that only meant ice cream, so she went after them.

Liz had the greatest sex she had had with Max so far. Max lay back as usual and let her take over, straddling his lap, as she eased herself on him. Max’s eyes rolled back as he could clearly feel Michael’s vibes still inside her as she felt them too on Max’s cock. Michael and Liz having sex as Fritz used his toy on him flashed in front of Max’s eyes and Liz was treated to the last healing session Max had submitted Michael to just before he was taken by his alien father. The alien aftermath hit her with such double force, that she just slumped beside Max forcing him to roll on his side not to lose contact and the warrior’s force behind it. When Max felt himself slipping out of Liz, he rolled on his back again holding Liz spooned into his side as they fell asleep.

Maria ended with Ava and Laurie in an ice cream-girly flick party in the room she shared with Michael, the three girls felt their boyfriend and brother’s vibes, respectively, keeping them safe through the night. As they were beginning to get sleepy, a soft knock on the door brought Kyle begging for admittance, so he ended on the couch trying to convince himself he wasn’t enjoying the film. Eventually, he tried a few tentative “Ohmmms” which were jokingly echoed by the three girls in an ice cream high and were surprised to find how effective they were when they found their eyes closing uncontrollably. The last thing they remembered was swearing to themselves that they would never laugh about them again and take them more seriously.

Isabel was finding it hard to resist dreamwalking Michael, but she wanted him back asap. She did the next best: she asked Stuart to tell her about the most important cases he had for tomorrow knowing once he got started nothing would stop him until he realized she had fallen asleep, so he just lay back and kept it up just for his own benefit with the same result.

As expected the next day was nothing short of hectic, and by the time they got together in the chimney room, it was already past 7pm. No one was sure where or how Michael would come back so since he had disappeared from his bed, they presume the most sensible thing would be to wait for him there. They had a huge pizza and cherry coke party until they simply could hardly move, so they just lay back on the bed, side by side with pillows under their heads watching a History Channel marathon on famous battles, knowing Michael had probably seen them all and trying to enjoy them as he would. They fell asleep at around 11:30 pm and still no sign of Michael.


Michael tried to shrug away the hands that kept insisting in rolling him over. He clung to the bed and resisted, knowing they wouldn’t desist until they succeeded.
‘Dammit Maria! You have much nicer ways to wake me up, c’mon!’ He thought, until a rough yank on his shoulder and thigh turned him on his side.

“Rath-Michael! It’s time! Stop resisting!”

He immediately realized where he was and what was expected of him. He pushed up from the bed and started backing out of it still sluggish with sleep.
He shook his head but he still was sleepy.

“I’ll be ready right away, just give me a couple of minutes. Where’s my armour, where’s my horse?” He said in a husky voice.

“Rath-Michael…this is not about a battle, it’s time for you to return to Earth! We’re still waiting for the right time, c’mon son, I’m taking you back…” Ramthis frowned.

Michael slowly climbed off the bed and opened his eyes.

“We can’t wait any longer! We can take them by surprise! We’ll crush them!” He exclaimed, feeling really ready for it.

“No son, we can’t risk the fate of the planet on impulse. We must be sure, and we’re not there yet, believe me. I promise that you’ll lead our army to our triumph, trust me because it’s your destiny. You need to go back now.” Ramthis stood behind his son and wrapped his arms around the boy’s strong body, feeling the warrior he was, vibrating against him.

Ramthis summoned the powers of the Granilith and began the journey back, but Michael kept struggling and resisting, reluctant to leave, and Ramthis insisted in dominating him.

“I don’t want to go back like this! I will only go back with Khivar off the throne!” Michael knew he was stronger than his father, youth on his side, but his human side betrayed him and the Granilith was with Ramthis, though it felt the power coming from the boy.

The progress was harsh and jumpy, but Ramthis, backed by the Granilith, prevailed as Michael struggled and fought to the last second. They were almost at the starting point when Ramthis had an idea to make the smoothest entry possible under the circumstances. He sent Michael a mental image of Maria reaching out for him.

“Maria!” Michael cried and stopped resisting so suddenly that Ramthis lost his grip on him and he slid off his hands. By some miracle, Michael missed the breakfast table and half landed on the long padded seat against the wall bouncing off it to the floor. He had the air pushed out of him as his stomach made a rather hard contact first with the seat and then with the ground, lying there wincing and panting.

“Dammit boy! Can’t anything go smooth with you? You alright?” Ramthis asked.

Michael just nodded, biting his lower lip and Ramthis decided on a fast getaway while he could. Michael lay there trying to get his breath back when he heard footsteps approaching him and voices both male and female in a foreign language.

- Mami, tu pon la mesa mientras yo lleno la tetera. - ( Mum, you set the table while I fill the kettle.) The young female voice belonged to Sylvia as Anita went to the breakfast table where she had left the cutlery, mugs and bowls the night before as usual, ready for the next morning. She walked around the seat and almost stepped on Michael’s naked thigh. She jumped a foot in the air with a shrill scream that brought Sylvia and the two men running.

- Ay dios! Como esto sea otra de las bromitas del cojudo ese de las orejotas que no se porque nunca me acuerdo de su nombre…que le han hecho a este muchacho? - (Oh god! If this is another of the pranks of that asshole with the big ears that I don’t know why I never remember his name…what have they done to this boy?) Anita babbled as Rubén and Javi were trying to help Michael get up and at the same time keep his nakedness covered.

Sylvia handed them a dish towel and Michael pressed it to his front with one hand as he held on to the back of the seat with the other, very dizzy.

- I’ve got to lie down…- Michael whispered and stretched out on the seat.

- Que tiene en el culo? Tatuajes? Ayayay! - (What’s that on his ass? Tattoos? Ouch!) Anita asked peering at Michael over Rubén’s shoulder.

- Ay mamá! Leave him alone! And speak in English, will you? Michael doesn’t understand what the hell is going on with you! - Sylvia scolded.

- Que mierda me pasa a MI? El que esta calato es el! - (What the shit is wrong with ME? He’s the one butt naked!) - Anita protested.

- I’m sorry Anita, his name is Max and he doesn’t have anything to do with this. Glad you liked my tattoos...- Michael muttered.

- Me entendió! (He understood!) Michael, how did you...? Anita gasped, her eyes almost popping out of her head as she covered her mouth with both hands, looking quite ready and about to have a stroke.

- I’ve been having Spanish in school for years, and I know you, but I mostly guessed. - Michael made it seem reasonable.

- Ah, ya sé! Entonces es cosa del otro, del enano...- (Oh, I know now! Then it has to do with the other one, the dwarf...) - Anita insisted.

- Mamá! - Sylvia exclaimed, quite pissed now.

- It wasn’t Kyle, it was just a stupid bet and I lost, so forget it, I’m not telling, ok? I need some shorts. Close your eyes...- Michael joked, heading for the door.

He smirked as he passed Anita clearly seeing that her eyes were not completely closed. Michael climbed the stairs and entered his room to find them all very upset and chattering like monkeys.

- Finally! - He exclaimed as he closed the door behind him and waved some sweat shorts on him.

They all turned towards him going pale as if they had seen a ghost so it took them a few seconds to react, then going nuts and asking him a thousand questions at the same time as they received him on the bed.

- Wait, ok? I need to lie down and I’ll tell you everything. - He pitched forwards sprawling smack in the middle and reached out for Maria and Isabel’s hands on the way down. - Let me show you...-

By the time they were all briefed until his progress up the stairs, they exploded in laughter at Anita. Max laughed at her calling Kyle a “dwarf” and Kyle laughed at the funny way she mentioned Max’s ears.

- Hey, although I wanted to stay there and get rid of Khivar once and for all, I sure missed you guys. But it wasn’t that long here, right? - Michael asked.

- You were only gone two days, Michael, but to us it was too long, after just having lost you for a week...so again I’m kind of responsible, huh? - Maria lost herself in his eyes and knew she was right, by the gentleness she perceived in the honey coloured pools that seemed to look straight into her soul.

Michael needed no words, he just pulled her down beside him and covered her with his body, kissing her after what to him, had been months away from her. The silence around them had them taking a look around when they shared a deep breath. They were alone. The others had left so discreetly that they hadn’t even noticed, being so into each other. Michael vanished their clothes without having to move a finger, and Maria gasped at how strong he had got on his last trip to Antar. They were definitely good for him but Maria hated the separation. She felt him ready for her, but she had to make sure.

- Michael, are you alright? Are you sure it won’t hurt you? - She asked him.

- So what if it does? I need you! - He just made sure she was as wet as he knew she would be, and slid into her.

Maria couldn’t believe it had been almost a week and a half since she had been with Michael, and what she was getting from him was so amazing, cause to him it had actually been months, although he had been asleep most of the time, the time space was too real, proof of how much he had missed her was that he let go completely of all the alien pull when he saw her need for him in the flash his father had sent him. He knew it wasn’t really her but at the same time it was. He felt as if he had been a lifetime away from her. That’s what Isabel should have felt like to him when he saw her here on Earth as they left the pods if he had been able to remember what she had been to him before. Things would have been so much different if he had had the memory. He wouldn’t have been with Maria now...so maybe things did happen for a reason. Maria sensed his thoughts and totally agreed with the last one, as she couldn’t help feeling sorry, and not for the first time for Tess. Imagine Michael and Isabel had been together here, she knew she would have fallen for Michael anyway and felt what Ava had felt for him on Antar, knowing he was taken and she had no chance with him at all, specially not having Ava’s powers and having a conscience that would have made it impossible to cheat on Isabel behind her back even if she had been able to catch Michael’s attention. She was so lucky by the way things had turned out, and when she started coming, she felt Michael was finding it hard to hold back. Maria of course, was playing their game and when her thoughts made her orgasm triple strong, Michael went wild and came with her. His frustration at coming on her first, enabled him to keep his erection and carry on with barely a pause, and this time he lasted enough to give her two more super orgasms, and fall asleep in her arms while enjoying their aftermath. Maria let him sleep until past 11:00 am, and felt him waking up on his own to let her give him a geisha-like bath in their bathroom’s whirlpool. By midday, they went to the pool down their back stairs to find them all ready for lunch.
The day went on enjoying each others’ company, specially now that they were all together again, strolling over in the afternoon to check on the fast progress of the clinic, and going over Michael’s abduction to make sure they would be wary at all times so it wouldn’t happen again to any of them.


Nicholas was going out of his mind with the lack of freedom he was having after his “slight misdemeanour” which Khivar had totally “blown out of proportion”. His stupid cousin would never admit that apart from having some much needed fun, his experiment had answered many questions about the kind of enemy they would be facing when it came to the final showdown. Nicholas had to admit he had to respect the intensity of the power he now felt coming from Michael and hated to accept that now they didn’t stand a chance with him. But he was so pissed at Khivar, that he kept it to himself to gloat in Khivar’s ignorance hoping Michael would tear him limb from limb, the problem was he would surely end up the same, and that wasn’t in his plans if he could prevent it. That afternoon, Khivar had been particularly mean to him mocking every word that came out of his mouth until Nicholas couldn’t take it anymore and rushed out of the room in a fury. His ears were deaf to Khivar’s screaming at him to come back and not to dare leave without his permission, but Nicholas couldn’t care less. Khivar’s ghostly complexion went a deep fuchsia and everyone swore and hoped he would drop dead and put an end to their problems, but he gradually paled back to his translucent normalcy and they were all sent running out of the meeting place as his temper flared to just as dangerous proportions as Nicholas’ had been. The scavengers just shrugged and couldn’t care less as long as their price was met. The longer it took the better they were fed, so let them bite each others’ head for as long as they could. Excellent!

Nicholas was in a full rage spree in his room, cursing and blowing up everything that reminded him of his cousin or his current plight. He realized he was getting nowhere and decided to simmer down and find a way of getting back at Khivar to have him see the fool he was. He sat cross legged in the middle of the room with his head thrown back, holding himself up with his hands behind him on the floor, to make sure his deep concentration reached every single part of his brain. It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t remembered it! Now it was right in front of his eyes. He remembered his father telling him to pay careful attention as this might come helpful some time in his life and he could only use it once, because once it was over, it was gone forever. So this needed very careful planning, going on rewind until the very moment the procedure was disclosed to him. He had him, he totally had him! He could summon only another one to conjure the spell successfully, and he knew exactly who would be the perfect accomplice. He was sure she would love it. Khivar’s shame would be complete, becoming his darkest secret, one that Nicholas would know about and would easily turn it to his advantage. And the best thing was that Khivar would find no way to link it to him, so the victim would take the whole blame, Nicholas would make sure of that.


Michael went back to school with the perfect excuse: his ribs had just been cracked, not broken, and they used the bandages as effectively as they had done in Roswell. He told the Principal he could deal and was bored to be home, so he was welcomed back. But the typical bullies started soon having reasons for dreading the sight of him. Michael was beginning to desperately need to blow off some steam, he couldn’t risk getting into any sport just because, afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself so there were only two possibilities: he joined a hockey team where violence reined anyway and it wasn’t new to him, so twice a week, he could do it without the need of his powers. The other was a challenge, which he badly needed too, so he just went head on. It started quite by accident, as he was walking with Laurie to have lunch in one of the tables in the outdoor area and this jock, who towered over his girlfriend grabbed her by the arms and started shaking her so violently that her neck looked about to snap. Michael’s feline gait had him beside the guy so fast that he didn’t know where he had come from. He took the jock’s thick neck in one of his large hands and wrenched him away from the girl, whipping him around to face him and give him the chance to defend himself. Michael dodged easily a couple of the punches he threw at him and then landed him one smack on the face that sent him reeling back into his buddies who were looking on and cheering him. They pushed him back towards Michael who was waiting for him with an amused smirk, and this time going straight for his throat and squeezed until he started turning blue as his desperate punches grew weaker and weaker. When Michael felt he was passing out from lack of air, he shoved him back to his friends.

- I think the princess here needs a mouth to mouth session and who better than her ladies in waiting. - He threw at them and the crowd that was watching had a good laugh.

When the jocks went to complain to the Principal, he had already heard it directly from Laurie and Michael who went over to inform him right away, so he turned the tables on them and had them on a one week’s detention after classes. They tried to get back at Michael every chance they could and Michael just enjoyed the fights which according to him kept him in top shape and training. If he was called to the Principal’s because someone got word to him, Michael would say it was just a friendly scuffle, nothing to complain about until it happened defending some victim of the jerks, where there was no getting away from it, and anyway, then, the Principal was on his side. When it started getting a little out of hand, Michael was called to the Principal’s and he admitted to him that he had been in an abusive foster situation for many years until he was well into his teens and he couldn’t stand to see anyone getting bullied. The Principal admitted to Michael he knew that school was hell to those who were constantly victimized and put them in danger of snapping like in the Columbine case. He didn’t want that to happen in his school but to please take it easy because if the parents started complaining things would turn against them. By that time, when any of the bullies was doing his thing and saw Michael checking him out, he just stopped to get the hell away from him. Michael had developed a kind of seventh sense, the sixth being his alien powers, that made him home on adrenaline, not smelling it, like a predator, but simply sensing unfailingly where it was coming from. Laurie kept it to herself, but Max started getting a little suspicious when Michael kept asking him to heal bruises, cuts and scratches which he claimed were from the rough hockey matches and he didn’t want Maria to get worried about him. They would have been too obvious to her since he slept with her every night and to everyone at the pool, so he just complied, not getting anything from Michael as he blocked himself completely from him and all the rest. Sex was more risky, though he had been managing quite well so far, but one night, Michael got a little careless and Maria saw the whole thing as he lost control when he was coming with his usual intensity. She was shocked, and told Michael he needed a session with Stuart and Serena because she suspected his energy was getting out of whack again. Michael had to agree because he didn’t want her or anyone else, knowing yet the real reason for his fighting, but she had to promise to keep his secret until he was ready to share it.

Hi girls, just catching up with you, Hope all is well and you are getting ready for the holiday season!!!

1. Quote" (Oh god! If this is another of the pranks of that asshole with the big ears that I don’t know why I never remember his name)" ha ha ha ha oh my gosh I was so laughing my head off at this one

I can just see Slyvia and Anita finding Michael on the floor naked.

2. QUOTE" (Oh, I know now! Then it has to do with the other one, the dwarf) " That is soo funny and I wonder how Kyle woud take hearing that since he is such a wiseass sometimes, (does the word wiseass translate? ) Oh my gosh now my family thinks I am crazy. for talking out loud to the computer.
Great parts, RL kept me away for a few days but I am all caught up now
Hope the weather is bright and sunny there, it has gotten cold and gloomy in the south. Keep up the great writing, still here with you, just quiet in my feedback sometimes. LOL

Hey BETHANN, cool hearing from you. Yes, the word "wiseass" translates into "pendejo" and they might use it in the future! This is exactly how people here babble when they're nervous, angry or simply not very pleasantly surprised, and they're really dirty mouthed, believe me, they're bloody funny!

Chapter 45


Serena, of course, had a pretty good idea of what was going on with Michael, but this time she wanted him to be the one to come to her. She was surprised to receive a call from Maria by mid-morning. Alright, it wouldn’t be exactly like she would have wanted it, but at least, Michael had agreed to go to her. She spent the day planning a way to get the three of them together without Isabel suspecting why Stuart had to go with them, but Serena respected Maria’s trust in Stuart’s psychological side and thought it was a good idea to have him along. That evening was a little over two weeks from Michael’s return from Antar after the healing trip and Uncle Derek was away in Chicago in some business trip until late at night. After dinner and a film, Serena said she wanted to make sure she would be home by the time her husband arrived and she needed to walk after the great treats Anita had prepared for them getting them ready for Thanksgiving the next day. Maria pinched Michael’s ass and he jumped taking the hint, offering to walk Serena home.

- Hey doc, looks like you need a walk too and it’s boring coming back alone, c’mon! - Michael coaxed Stuart as Maria had suggested.

Stuart yawned and stretched, glad to get to spent some time alone with Michael though not the way he would have wanted. Isabel was about to get up to join them when Maria grabbed her arm and whispered in a whining voice.

- Let them go Iz, or Michael will want me along and I don’t feel like walking, please? -

Isabel sighed and nodded, convinced. After all the walking they did from class to class in the huge building, she welcomed being home and relaxing.

The second they were out of the house following the track to Serena’s home, she went straight to the point.

- Ok, tell me just what this “vigilante” thing at school is about. The hockey I understand but not the “jock scuffles” as Maria puts it. - Serena told Michael.

- C’mon, Serena, you know how Maria exaggerates and Stuart here looks totally lost…- Michael smirked.

- Then tell me, I’m listening. - Stuart had been also feeling some weird vibes coming from Michael lately.

Serena informed Stuart of what had been going on according to Maria and then she told them what she knew was really happening:
Michael’s energy had every reason to be out of whack, after what he had gone through and then spending several Antares months away to return to Earth just two days after he left. That was enough to make anyone go berserk, and Michael was no exception, but his way of dealing with it was mostly alien. He took advantage of the situation to just go and do what he needed to do to get in shape for the ensuing battles he hoped he would be facing soon.
As they arrived, Serena checked her messages and found Derek would be delayed because of the weather in Chicago.

- Oh well, let’s get to it. You, on the bed. - She ordered Michael.

- Should I…- But Michael didn’t get to finish because he was stripped of his clothes as he was talking.

He chuckled and stretched out on Serena’s bed.

- Alright doctor, you’ll be assisting me for a change but we’ll have to fuse into one. I know I can trust you with my mind but you’ll have to trust me with yours too because we will become one while it lasts. You ok with that? - Serena winked.

- Totally! - Stuart grinned, having been curious about the procedure since he had seen it when they arrived here from Roswell and craving to know what a true alien and a seer felt.

- You’ll be in charge of the right side and I’ll take the left because I can transfer my right hand abilities to the other one. You do on your side exactly what I’m doing on mine. Our thumbs will join at the base of his spine, mmm…perhaps just a little lower. - She giggled, knowing they would meet smack on Michael’s ass.

Stuart arched his eyebrows guessing what she had meant as he watched Serena raise her left hand and knew he was expected to do the same with his right, placing them palm to palm. He felt a tingling running up his arm as he saw it shimmer extending to their whole bodies and then there was a flush of warmth as they became one. They shook their mutual head and blinked, then smiling.

- Ok, I want to see what the hell’s going on back there…- Michael began to turn over his shoulder and felt the electrifying contact of their hands on the back of his thighs.

Stuart watched Michael close his eyes and wince before he laid his cheek back on the pillow.

“We’re hurting him!” He sent Serena. “He needs it.” She sent back to him. “Didn’t they fix him on Antar? Why is this happening to him?” Stuart asked. “Yes they did but there’s nothing they can do about the difference in the time space between the two planets. He’s reacting partly to it, like an unending jet lag, that keeps him not quite in control of himself, we’re making that right, that’s all.”

Stuart felt this awesome tingling all over his body, like he was full of these little multi coloured lights strobing on and off non stop as their thumbs progressed up the sensitive insides of his thighs and their fingers slid up the back towards his body. He could feel Michael shivering just like he was fighting not to. “Is he alright?” Stuart wondered, glad the communication was mental because he knew his voice would come funny, trying as he was to stay in control and not doing a hallucinating Saint Vitus’ dance which would have him winning the trophy against the best break dancer in the planet. “We’re all feeling the same, just a few seconds more...” Serena sounded like she was calming him down, but she was really warning him. Stuart had never felt so close to going into convulsions but when their thumbs meet, skimming over Michael’s ass to press together into the base of his spine, the jolt he felt sent his mind blasting off into outer space. Then he was spiralling back into the body they were sharing and he didn’t know how he could keep his eyes open to the blinding light that reminded him of the hated flash bulbs when his father insisted on taking photographs of the family in the evenings. Gradually, he felt himself and Serena settling down, so he was able to look down at their hands slowly moving up Michael’s back. The tingling remained but it was very pleasant now but when he looked up at Michael, the expression on his face was indescribable, half wince and half ecstasy, his lips parted and his breathing just as when he was about to come. When they reached his shoulders, they started the way down. The going was much easier now, and when they stopped at the boy’s ass, one thumb pressed on Max’s scar and the other on Isabel’s. Michael grunted and clenched before relaxing with a sigh. Stuart was sure he had come, he looked so peaceful that it was totally unexpected when he gave a start and whimpered, going tight again. Serena pulled their hands away, watching with horrified eyes as Max and Isabel’s scars burst open and bled a drop each before closing back again with a heartbreaking sob from Michael. This time he went inert and Stuart was sure he had died. Serena felt Stuart beginning to panic and took charge immediately. “He’s fine, it’s just the human and alien side getting back in sync, that’s all, give him a minute. Go, see for yourself.” She let go off him and it was completely different this time. Stuart felt his ears pop and he was himself again.

- Michael? - He touched his cheek and found it warm as the boy opened his eyes slowly, hiding a wince with a smile.

- Hey dude…- Michael reassured him, feeling Stuart’s concern.

Serena just nodded and waved his clothes back on.

- What was that, at the end? - Michael asked, knowing it hadn’t happened the other times.

Having been one with Serena a minute ago had left Stuart specially sensitive to her essence, and he could tell immediately something was off.

- I’m not totally sure but it was alien and it wasn’t coming from me. -

- It must have been his father or your sister, right? - Stuart assumed.

- Mmm…yes, it could…- Serena sounded disquietingly uncertain.

- It wasn’t them, but there was some familiarity about it but it wasn’t O’Sheeah either, who was it Serena? - Michael asked, disconcerted.

- I don’t know, Michael. It was too fast to place it. I’ll find out and let you know. What matters now is that your energy is back to normal, how do you feel? - She asked.

Michael shrugged, then twisted and squirmed, mischievously knowing Stuart was ready to pounce on him.

- Down, man, you need Isabel’s green light. - He teased.

They heard the sound of the chopper and knew Uncle Derek was arriving, so they quietly left out the back door. Michael skipped down the steps from the pool area to the track leading to Laurie’s as he felt Stuart staying behind on purpose to check him out. Michael looked at him over his shoulder and smirked, knowing Stuart would find it extremely sexy. He went on walking and heard his doctor just a couple of steps behind him. Once on the Dupree property, Michael felt Stuart’s hands on his shoulders pushing him towards the fork that led to the cabin.

- Just a quickie? - Michael frowned, turning his face so Stuart could lean over and capture his lips.

- Unfortunately…but we’ll make the most out of it. - He chuckled.

The cabin was dark but they found a thick candle halfway through that Maria had left the last time they were there. Michael lit it with his powers and before he knew what was happening Stuart manoeuvred him to the battered leather bean bag by the bathroom door and bent him over it. He pulled his sweat pants down in one single move all the way down and over his high tops so he could open his legs wide.

- Give it to me! - Stuart growled, and very unlike him, grabbed Michael’s ass, spread him and rammed into him.

Michael hissed and bit his lower lip till it bled. What had got into Stuart? He was hurting him, the worst part was that Michael could feel he knew he was hurting him and was enjoying doing it. For once, Michael was trying to relax, but the pain was too bad and getting worse with each savage thrust. He was sure he had blocked himself out as Stuart shoved into him, feeling the same essence that Serena couldn’t recognize had somehow stayed in Stuart’s mind. Michael was using most of his strength to deal with the torture, and the sounds that managed to leave his lips didn’t allow him to form words, not even the doctor’s name to try making him snap out of it. Stuart didn’t stop until he exploded into Michael who felt he was being filled with melted fire, razor sharp iron barbs and jagged shards of broken glass.

Serena was in the kitchen fixing some tea for her husband who had just got into their huge tub for the long hot bath he loved, his ears plugs drowning him in his favourite classical music. The force of Michael’s suffering was like a backhand slap on both cheeks at the same time and she sat down hard on the chair beside her. Telling Derek she had to leave was totally out of the question. She shot out of the house and practically flew to the source of the distress. Michael had blocked himself out but a few seconds before, Stuart’s strange voice had warned him something evil was up and Serena’s sensitivity with Michael, ***enhanced by the close connection they had just had, reached (out to) her with the full force of the situation.

Her keen alien eyesight could see the tracks and the direction they had taken. She burst into the dimly lit cabin to see Michael bare assed over the bean bag, moaning and shuddering as Stuart sat opposite him with his back against the wall, staring blankly in front of him completely still. His fly was open but nothing was visible as his erection had died down the second he was out of Michael.

Michael was in severe pain but in his usual protector mode, worried about Stuart.

- Serena…Stuart isn’t…it was the…same…- He tried to make sense.

- Shhh, I know. Can you…? - Serena began.

- I’m dealing…help him…- Michael interrupted.

Serena nodded and rushed to Stuart’s side. She waved her hand in front of his face but he didn’t respond. She shook his arm hard, nothing. Then a hum rose from his throat and Serena couldn’t believe her ears.

- No! She’s dead! They’re all dead! Khivar killed them all! It can’t be! - Serena cried out, her eyes wide open in disbelief and terror.


Nicholas had everything ready. Khivar had just gone to sleep and lately he was finding his usual three hours not enough with the tension and fear he was going through. Perfect! Three hours just about wrapped it for him but it would be even better with time to spare. He sealed the room and lit the herbs all around the room. He took the small bowl with the foul smelling concoction that he knew would taste just as bad and tipped it into his mouth. The taste was even worse than he had expected and true to the information on the old documents, it only took a few sloshes around his mouth to numb it so effectively that he could feel nothing. He sat again in the middle of the room as he had been doing for his connection with his three human puppets, and threw his head back. This time was the real thing. He pushed the tip of his (numb) tongue between his teeth and bit as hard as he could. He felt his blood running down his throat along with the bitter brew and it was all he could do to stop his nausea. He concentrated and sent his essence to Michael, but he still couldn’t do it, bouncing off him and into the person who was in contact with his body. Nicholas felt two entities but could only visualize one. He felt they were trying to trick him so he did the same, making the soul he was about to summon to fuse with him just for the sake of sending them the same dual optical illusion. It didn’t last long enough so when the two entities parted, Nicholas recognized the seer and fled to the safety of the other, the human one, dreading having the seer recognize him. He knew he had been too fast, but she had been fast too, getting a hint of an alien but not the identity.

Nicholas began the chant and the room seemed to explode in flames as the incantation bounced from the walls like an echo, making it hard for him to recognize his own voice.

- YOMAR!!! -

“Who are you? How dare you bring me back from the dead? Oh, it’s you! You little bastard! How could you get into my mind? What powers do you have that the stupid chunk of ice couldn’t get through to me but you could even if I kicked you out right away? What do you want from me?” The Grumper crone grumbled.

Nicholas giggled and sent her his wishes. Yomar paled whiter than her own dead body as she identified the boy.

“He’s a Royal! I can’t…” She refused.

“Yes you can!” Nicholas roared. “You’re already dead! What worse could happen to you, you stupid bitch? I brought you here! You obey me now!”

“Yes my lord.” She bit out the words in fury, but she was under the spell of the ritual he had conjured.

She knew she would be damned for eternity if she disobeyed the sorcerer. She doubted he was one, but this ritual was very old. She could think of no one of her time, no matter how powerful, that knew of it. She had been the best of her age, and she had just heard vague ramblings from the old and insane but nothing to make her believe it could really be done. And now this small, ugly, gargoyle faced man was in front of her doing what she didn’t think was possible. There was no way she could refuse. She had no way out, either way she was done for. She would be damned for disobeying the sorcerer or she would be damned for laying her filthy hands on a Royal. How could this be happening to her?

“Go to him!” Nicholas yelled.

“I don’t know if I can! He’s a Royal!” She protested.

“You’ll burn for eternity if you defy me!” Nicholas sent her a vision and she shook like a leaf.

She closed her eyes and hung her head, her filthy matted hair covered her face, but her hands closed in tight fists clearly showed her struggle. A minute later, she raised her face and it was shining with sweat.

“Well?” Nicholas inquired.

“He’s too strong, but I got to his lover. He is weakening him. It will be easier in a minute.” She assured him.

“We’ll wait for him, now summon them for me!” Nicholas ordered.

She reluctantly muttered the forbidden words, spewing them from her almost toothless mouth. When the smoke cleared from the right hand corner of the room, a dazed Khivar stood there, blinking and confused. Then the smoke on the other side cleared and the lady Vilandra stood in all her glory, just as dazed and perplexed. Khivar’s eyes fell on her and he began to think that whatever was going on maybe wasn’t so bad. She saw him looking at her and she had this vague recollection of a relationship of sorts with this man though she wasn’t sure she had been a willing partner. Khivar was about to walk over to her when Nicholas started screaming:

“Bring him here! What are you waiting for? NOW!”

She spat the incantation but this time instead of smoke, a blaze of flames shot up between the startled couple and Michael materialized there as they burnt out. He was naked and his eyes, narrowed with suspicion of foul play, darted between the players of the obscure game.

“Rath-Michael!” Vilandra whispered, though she could have sworn she had screamed.

“No! You’re mine!” Khivar shouted, but barely came out as a growl.


“Perfect!” Nicholas grinned. “Let the game begin!”

Chapter 46


“Alright! I’ve had enough of this utter idiocy! I’m leaving and I’m taking her with me!” Khivar tried to walk towards Vilandra and found he couldn’t move. “What’s this? Some kind of nightmare? You’re dead, witch! Who has summoned you? What do you think you’re doing?”

Nicholas had merged with the Grumper woman, thanking Serena for the great idea, so that was who they saw, for his safety. He cackled through her mouth and with a movement of his hand, Vilandra glided to end almost side by side with Michael, as he turned his back to Khivar to look at her. She was just half a step further back from him so that she just had to move her head a tad to lock her eyes with his.

“Isabel…” Michael whispered but she didn’t seem to understand what he was saying.

“Vilandra.” Michael smirked, realizing his mistake.

Nicholas nodded his head and her robe dropped to the floor pooling over her feet. She gasped and tried to cover her nudity with her arms but just like Khivar, she was unable to move. Her eyes widened but she held her head high. Michael knew she did that when she was scared, so he sent her one of his vibes: ‘I won’t let them touch you, don’t ask me how, but I won’t!’

Nicholas’ giggle only meant he had let Michael’s message get to her, showing them, by allowing it, that he was in charge.

“Look at him, Khivar, look at that ass, I’m sure you’ve craved for a deal to get the Royal boy in your bed!” Nicholas teased, knowing he was making Khivar furious.

“I’m not like that! I like women! I’m not like all the rest of the degenerate Antares!” Khivar screamed, outraged.

“Why don’t I believe you? Look at Vilandra’s breasts, Khivar, do you desire her?” Nicholas coaxed.

Khivar turned to Vilandra whose eyes were welling with tears which she refused to let roll down her cheeks, blinking angrily, hating to show her fear and weakness.

Khivar wanted her but his body wasn’t showing what he felt. Nicholas cackled like a maniac.

“I don’t see your pride, Khivar, where is it hiding?” Nicholas waved his loose trousers open to show his limp cock.

Khivar was livid with fury, his nails were digging into his palms, drawing blood.

“Look at the boy, Khivar, can you swear you don’t want him?” He taunted, and forced his head towards Michael.

Khivar had no control of his eyes and they focused on Michael’s butt. His face turned into a mask of desire and his penis shot up against his belly.

“No! NO! This is not me! You’re doing this to me! How dare you!” He struggled against the force that was driving him towards the Royal boy.

“Yes it is! It’s your sick subconscious that you never let out, because you’re ashamed of feeling the same as your enemies! Your body is betraying you, so I’m letting that side of you take over, I want to see the real Khivar, the one who hides his true lust behind women, who satisfy him physically but leave him wanting, unfulfilled, belittled, that’s what triggers you to be the bitter, disappointing, hated king, fearful of being kicked back where he really belongs. You wanted the Royal prince, well, here he is, tell him what you want, he can’t deny you anything.” Nicholas turned to Michael and Vilandra, who just stood there, unable to take their eyes away from each other. “It’s up to you, who will you fuck, Vilandra or the Royal prince Rath-Michael?”

“Don’t touch her…fuck me.” Michael said, barely above a whisper.

He knew what it would be like, after Stuart’s cruel attack, now knowing who had been behind it, stalking him since both the doctor and Serena had been working on him.

“Oh how touching, the brave warrior is sacrificing himself for his love. Just what you expected, right Khivar? What are you waiting for, HAVE YOU NO BALLS?” Nicholas ended with a yell.

His head snapped to a side, as if slapped, and Khivar glided, like Vilandra had, to stand behind Michael.

His eyes were wild, like a trapped animal which has to bite off a limb in exchange for his freedom, he would have to do what he had always considered so corrupt and degrading, the wicked vice of his revolting enemies. He couldn’t stop his hands from cupping the boy’s ass and a tremor of desire shook his body. He felt the firm flesh under his palms go tight and tense, and he knew the boy was as reluctant as he was himself. They were being manipulated with uncanny precision.

“Wait, this is not the right place…” Nicholas blinked and they were transported to private chamber lit with alien powers, giving the three pawns in the game a weird sense of déjà vu that they couldn’t quite place.

Nicholas couldn’t miss his chance. He sent Michael a nudge with a sharp pain up his ass that made him jerk and hiss, as his eyes seemed to traverse the stone walls and recognize the now beautifully decorated underground cavern, which in spite of the waterfalls, pools with colourful tiles, unwavering torches and huge luxurious lounging divans, couldn’t hide the fact to him that it was the infamous chamber where he had been tortured to death in his previous life, turned into Khivar’s personal brothel. The bed in the room where they now stood was exactly in the place where he had died.


Khivar couldn’t believe the words that left his mouth.

“Go to the bed and bend over, show me what you have for me.” He couldn’t believe he was almost drooling with anticipation.

Khivar watched Michael obey as he remembered Vilandra’s tight heat, yet something kept telling him that this boy’s ass would be even tighter, hotter, deeper. Khivar couldn’t believe what he was seeing, the target exposed to him was impossibly small, how was he supposed to get in there? ‘Yes you can, yes you can!’ He kept hearing, whispering in his ears until he started believing it. He closed into Michael and as he pressed his body against the boy, he felt himself bloat larger still.

‘I’m going to kill him with this! But this is what I wanted, right? To kill the Royal prince, it’s what I’ve wanted all along, so who gives a damn how I do it?’

‘He’s young and strong and tough, you won’t kill him, but you can keep him as your slave with your whores, to fuck anytime you want. No one will know, and the bitches won’t talk if you threaten them with death. It will be your darkest secret, just yours!’

The soft voice was so enticing, yes, he would like that. But no one had to know! It was what he criticized his enemies for; it would be like admitting they were right! But were they? He had to know!
He wrapped his arms around Michael’s stomach and eased him higher up on the bed on his chest and knees. He pulled back and knelt between the prince’s thighs, placing his hands on them. The flesh was warm and firm, like the luscious globes he had cupped a minute ago and that had started his precum flowing. There was no going back now, he was too far gone. He desperately wanted to be inside, in the killer grip he could already feel. He scooped some of his fluids with his index and plunged it into the boy. Michael grunted and squeezed and Khivar yanked it out, stopping just to leave the tip inside, sure that it had almost been nipped off by the strong contraction. Then he slowly screwed his finger back inside, feeling the progress as the boy clenched hard and gloating on the pain he was causing. Khivar just couldn’t wait any longer, he wanted to feel on his cock what he was on his finger. He pulled out slowly too, enjoying every second, watching the last contraction as it slid out. He placed the head of his cock against the small opening he had just vacated, knowing how much he had left it hurting and how much it would hurt when he filled it again with the monstrosity he was so proud of. He grabbed it, squeezing a glob of precum for his sake, not the boy’s, and rammed with all he had. Michael buried his face into the supple material that rose to pass for a pillow and grabbed the sides of the bed with such strength that his fingers tore into it. Khivar felt the boy’s ass against him, his balls resting on the much younger ones, and the term “killer grip” didn’t give enough credit to the way Michael’s tortured passage was clenching on his attacker. Khivar’s eyes were shut tight, his mouth wide open and his head thrown back as he shot his load such force and speed that took him by surprise. He couldn’t believe he had already come! He could hold back as no one else could, no one had been able to do this to him before! He used his powers to stay erect as Michael’s spilling Royal blood coated him, with both the witch and Nicholas, who knowing what was coming, rushed into Khivar’s brain to share the unique pleasure of fucking a true Royal. None of them were the prince’s appointed healers as Zan was, but then neither of them, Zan included, shared his status either, so their three powers together, strived to heal the torn flesh and blood vessels. The young body under their shared eyes was shuddering, covered in beads of sweat and the whimpers and sobs he couldn’t help, were smothered by the plush mattress he was lying on. They had to admire his courage and the fighter he was. The searing jolts of their attempted healing finally succeeded and Michael’s heavy breathing filled the room. Their lack of royalty could do nothing to spare his suffering in the least, throughout the empirical procedure, but at least they were sure the tissues would hold until Khivar was satisfied and convinced of what he had been missing.

“Get out of my head!” Khivar growled.

“No way! We gave you this, and we have a right to share it. We’ll make sure he lasts and make it the best possible, just for you…oh well, and us too…we deserve it, don’t you think?” The double voice rippled in a charming tone, and Khivar had to give in.

“Only if I can’t feel you in there, you can do that, right?” Khivar insisted.

“Done!” Nicholas and the Grumper crone did their magic, giggling to themselves.

Khivar shook himself like a soaking dog, forgetting where he was embedded, and gasped when Michael growled, crushing his cock so he could swear it was this close to being ground to a pulp. Khivar reacted protectively by moving, and he repeated what his finger had done to the boy before. It was now a thousand times more erotic as he began a teasing in and out screwing motion that somehow kept him in control, prodding Michael’s g-spot with each thrust that had him coming in just seconds. The pain and pleasure were of such exquisite quality that Michael wasn’t able to stop moving between orgasms, squeezing three more out of his enemy before Khivar decided it was enough. His last ejaculation, though it had been normally fluid, had turned lumpy the second it was out, making Michael squirm and moan with a brand new source of pleasure. Khivar knew it was over when his cock began to deflate at an amazing speed, which meant it had had it. As it slid off, the lumps followed, but Michael forced his strong sphincter muscles to close and keep them inside him, writhing and slithering like an eel as they rose back up into him, the novel stimulation making him purr with his kind of sore satisfaction.

“What will it be, Khivar? Do you want to leave him here to be taken care of by your whores until he’s ready for you again, or shall we rid you of him?”

Khivar could perceive the smile on the mouth as the words left it, making him want to wipe it off, saying he never wanted the boy again, because he hated him, he hated him for making him feel what no woman had even got near. He hated what he had just done, what it had got him hopelessly hooked on, and most of all, he hated his answer:

“Take Vilandra away, I don’t want her to see me like this!” He had just finished speaking the last word when she vanished right in front of his eyes.

“She was never here, she was just an illusion to make you find your way. Have you made your decision? Maybe your cousin should sample the new toy…you seem to be having inexplicable doubts on his so far proper choices lately…” Nicholas knew he was taking a big risk, but he needed to know how safe the ground he was treading on was, before going for the kill.

“NO! The prince is just mine, I’m not sharing him! My cousin is always right, that’s what I hate the most! He would find a way to change my mind and make this look wrong to me! I don’t want him to find out about the prince! I will keep him away from the brothel!” Khivar exclaimed.

‘Oh yes, sure, as if he ever made me welcome here! He can keep his bitches, I have no use for them!’ Nicholas thought angrily, but at least he was glad he was beyond suspicion where it counted.

“As you wish my lord.” He mouthed meekly through the witch’s mouth. “And about the prince…”

“Yes, Ithmene and Uliana have had medical training and will be able to ease and soothe his injuries until he heals when I hurt him. Now you!” He turned on the crone menacingly, pointing his finger at her. “I can curse you to the flames for eternity for using me as you have!”

“Mercy, milord, for the sake of the pleasure…” Nicholas bit down the word as he almost screwed up by saying ‘we’, and continued hurriedly so Khivar wouldn’t notice, letting the witch take over at her insistence that she knew what she was doing and he would love it. “I gave you. I’m certain it was worth it as it will be every time you want to enjoy my present to you. I have mastered duality, he will be where he should, without the least awareness of this side of him here, so no one will miss him or suspect foul play, just sending him into a deep sleep to be wholly here for you each time you need him. Would you like me to give you that too in exchange for my freedom, my lord?”

The Grumper crone knew she had him and Nicholas congratulated her choice of words. They spent some anxious seconds as Khivar stared at them with cold inscrutable eyes until he just looked away.

“Uliana! Ithmene! I have something here for you!” He shouted, smiling at the pattering sound of the women’s feet rushing to his call.

Khivar’s keen senses immediately noticed the disguised disgust coming from his courtesans at the unsuspected male competition they had been sure their master was incapable of.

“It’s…it’s a…boy!” They frowned walking around the prone young body, their expressions gradually changing to rather reluctantly appreciative ones as they covered the whole display.

“He’s so young! And pretty!” One of them giggled as she leant down and patted Michael’s butt, making him moan and wince.

“He’s hurting, poor child!” The other one’s maternal instincts kicked in. “Milord! Have you…?” She stopped herself realizing she had no right to question him.

Khivar chuckled, nodding smugly. He considered himself a good master. He had never laid a punishing finger on any of them; the reminder of his mother being slapped around by his father was enough to revolt him. In sex with all of them, he was always considerate and careful, ironically much as Michael was. He loved to give them only pleasure too. But the intensity of the sexual lust this boy had elicited from him, brought out his tyrannical side, enjoying to see him suffer, so he would have to open that massive chest where the whips and other items intended for torture, had been locked in, when he redecorated the place. He could hardly wait for the next time. He had great ideas…

“Alright, take care of him, play your healing games, practice what you’ve learned, he’s yours until I need him again. The sooner you have him ready for me, the better, and maybe you can help me play games with him, if you’re good with him.” Khivar chuckled again. “Oh, and my cousin Neeklas is not allowed here for any reason, he must not know I have the boy here, I swear I will cut off the head of anyone who tells about him. He’s just ours, is that clear?”

The two women bowed to him as he left and turned towards the boy.


‘Me, away from the brothels and ignoring about the prince…dream on Khivar.’
Nicholas scoffed, looking forward to enjoy Michael again through Khivar, just like he had been doing through his human puppets, without their or Khivar’s knowledge, mocking his cousin because he had just become the means for what he had forbidden him to do. He had to admit that his hatred for Khivar had reached almost the same levels as that for the Royal prince but for different reasons: he hated Rath-Michael for not being able to have him to himself when he wanted to, and he hated Khivar for having the opportunity he wanted but was unable to have. He also hated himself for being able to give it to Khivar and not to himself. Ironically, Khivar hated Rath-Michael for just that but would learn to love him for giving him someone to vent his fury on, without having to hold it back not to hurt his women or lash out to those who would use it to turn against him…just what he needed!


Once outside the room, Khivar waved his hand and all the other curious courtesans disappeared through the special soundproof curtains that isolated their chambers. He turned towards the witch who seemed invisible to everyone but himself.


“You’re forgiven only if you come to me whenever I summon you!” Khivar ordered her.

“Alas, milord, it doesn’t depend on me, but I can obey you only where the prince is concerned, as he was the reason for my coming to you.” She bent her head respectfully as Nicholas could barely contain the giggles.

“Fair enough. Now I must go, and if I fail to see your likeness again when I need you, you will burn for eternity, as I threatened you would!” Khivar fell unwittingly into the snare as he strutted out of the brothel.

‘Nicely put cousin.’ Nicholas scoffed as he grinned at the witch. ‘You heard him, your likeness, just that, so now, as it is my right for being the one who summoned you, I demand to have your likeness anytime I want to in exchange for letting you go without tossing you into the perpetual flames! Away with you!’ He shed her off as a useless cloak as he closed the back door which only the whores had access to. Nicholas knew the place like the palm of his hands so it held no secrets for him, after the two glorious weeks he had spent in it while he murdered Rath-Michael. Now the hybrid would sleep like the dead in Khivar’s brothels while he went on with his life on Earth, and sleep like the dead on Earth when Khivar had his fun with him on Antar. Nicholas congratulated himself, no one could have ever masterminded a more perfect plan in either planet!

Chapter 47


Nicholas had forgotten a small detail: he was no match for Royal blood, no one really was, as he would eventually find out.

Serena was trying to get Stuart to react when she suddenly noticed his eyes weren’t out of focus anymore, opening wide as he screamed:

- Michael! - Stuart scrambled to his feet, almost running over her in his haste to get to the boy.

Something was wrong with him, as both him and Serena watched him grunt, wince, go so tight that the definition of his muscles could only have been brought on by severe pain, apparently go through an incredible orgasm that had him writhing, to shudder and sweat, and lay there panting. Each time Stuart reached out for him, Serena pulled his hands away, telling him to wait. Finally, Michael sighed before he slithered, moaning softly, as if in bearable pain. Serena nodded and they both laid their hands on him, massaging his back and legs.

- Hurts…- Michael groaned.

- What have I done? It’s as if I was being forced to do it, I swear it wasn’t me! - Stuart whined.

- I know…you know too, we felt it when we were working on his energy flow. I know you felt it. - Serena tried to calm him down, knowing she wasn’t.

- All I know is it was alien, and not of his family, though he said it sounded familiar. - Stuart remembered.

“Nicholas…” Michael sent Serena blocking out Stuart not to scare him. “I think it was Nicholas, I could almost feel his hatred…”

“Yes, I know, it did feel like him, but I couldn’t make a positive identification, so we can’t be completely sure.” Serena sent back, blocking herself out too.

- Maybe it was Geehan or Shenti trying to help, I want to go to bed…- Michael pleaded, hoping to get them off the subject.

Serena immediately understood it was a bad time to discuss it, so she complied and let go.

- You’re right, let’s get you to bed. - Serena decided.

- Oh no, let’s get you back home and then Stuart will get me to bed. That’s it, c’mon! - Michael turned away from them so they couldn’t see him wince as he got up and took their hands in his, leading them towards the Lavoisse home.

Just before she closed her door, Serena squeezed Michael’s hand assuring him this wasn’t over yet, and she would get back to him when he fell asleep. Michael had to accept before Stuart got suspicious, so he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it before letting go with a smirk. Serena had never come so near losing it with Michael. She wanted to reach out and tangle her hand in his hair to pull his lips to hers. She didn’t know why the boy had always awakened up those feelings in her. He made her wish she was his age and had a chance with him. She sighed and shook her head, returning him a smile. Serena was sure he knew what she felt, and was glad he wasn’t repelled by her age, understanding her and even feeling honoured. She easily got his feelings for her too and loved him even more for them. How could anyone want to hurt him was beyond her.


Michael and Stuart headed for home. Stuart wrapped his arm around Michael’s waist bringing him closer and making him chuckle, so being taller, he put his arm around his doctor’s shoulders. Michael laughed when Stuart did this funny skip to match Michael’s stride and Stuart reached over and placed his hand on Michael’s cheek. Then he slid it to his chin, pulling the alien boy’s face to his and stretching up, he kissed his lips. It was a quick kiss, and they went on walking.

- Michael, I’m so sorry I hurt you. - Stuart said in a voice full of emotion.

- Hey, it wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t you…-

- But it was my body who did it, no matter who was inside my head…-

- I’ve been in pain most of my life, I’m used to it, I know how to deal with it…-

- It’s not fair! I hate it when it comes from me! -

Michael stopped and turned forcing Stuart to face him too. He was shocked to see his eyes were full of tears and his lips were trembling.

- Dude, you can hurt me anytime you want, as my doctor and as my lover, I’ll take anything from you, I love you man, I owe you my life, remember? - Michael smirked.

- No kid, it wasn’t like that. That time at the hospital, I didn’t know who you were, I would have done it for anyone, it was my job. -

- But you saved me, and you’ve been there for me many other times after that…-

- Your life wasn’t in danger, Michael, you just... -

- Ok, I got in trouble, you weren’t to blame, I was…-

- You had Max…-

- And I had you, that means a lot to me. -

Stuart reached out for him and they fell in each others’ arms. Stuart hated himself for sobbing like an idiot with his face buried in Michael’s shoulder. His mutterings would have been unintelligible to anyone else but the boy’s keen alien hearing had no problems in the reception.

- It couldn’t be any of your alien lovers in my head…why would they want to hurt you? It had to be your enemy because he wanted to hurt you to weaken you. He wanted to torture you before he killed you! Like in your other life! He has to be the same one! Serena said it had been him behind your kidnap and inside those guys’ heads. Who knows why he couldn’t go all the way, maybe that’s why he’s doing it again! I don’t want him to kill you, Michael! I don’t want you to die, I couldn’t live with it, none of us could! - Stuart wept getting Michael’s shirt wet with his tears.

- Easy man, I don’t die easy, you know that. It won’t be easy either for them to kill me, I won’t let them. I have too much to live for, Maria, Isabel, all you guys! Please, don’t feel bad because of me, cause it makes me feel bad too! - Michael squeezed Stuart gently in his arms to calm him down.

Michael didn’t like what was going on with him lately, not because of him but because it could endanger the others with him. At least the attacks were centred on him, because of the obvious hatred for him, for his Royal blood, for who he was, the true heir. He could just hope that when the shit hit the fan, it would be on Antar, so he could fight back with his friends safely away on Earth. Stuart wasn’t that far off, Michael knew whatever was coming his way was getting closer by the minute, even with Antar’s much slower time space. He was ready, he knew he was, just let them bring it on, but not on this planet, that’s why he wanted so badly to be taken by his father. Why was it so hard for him to understand?

- Sorry, kid, not very manly of me…sorry…- Stuart wiped his tears and had to smile when he saw Michael dry his shirt with his powers.

- Ah, forget it! Maria does that to me too, drives me out of my mind! - Michael chuckled and tilted his head to kiss Stuart. - Let’s go man, they’re getting worried. I’m letting them know we’re on our way before they call Serena and turn into hounds! -

- You’re joking, right? They can’t do that…can they? - The doubtful and fearful look on Stuart’s face had Michael laughing his head off.

- Of course they can’t. Hey, let’s keep this to ourselves, huh? At least until I can figure out how to control it and I will tell them myself. I don’t want to have them worried 24/7. They’re already quite freaked out about the kidnap thing to make it any worse. Be careful, please? Don’t let it out…- Michael pleaded.

- Don’t worry, kid, I totally agree with you. I’ll be triple careful, I promise. - Stuart assured him.

Michael grabbed Stuart’s sleeve and dragged him with him, unblocking himself just in time before the rest of the gang did turn into a search party.


Michael could see all of them on the terrace behind his room, looking anxious and then relieved when they saw them coming up the track.

Maria raced down the stone steps and literally jumped into Michael’s arms. She allowed him to carry her all the way up with her legs wrapped around his hips and her arms around his shoulders burying her face in his chest. Michael held her tight against him until they arrived at the landing and she got her feet on the ground, sliding her arms down to where her legs had been and spanking him with both hands.

- Why did you take so long? You blocked yourself out, we were so worried! - She scolded him.

- I had to for Serena to do her thing on me. Uncle Derek was delayed by the weather, so Serena took it real slow and easy until she heard the chopper. - Michael knew they had heard it too. - He was telling us about his trip so we didn’t want to interrupt him, and I forgot to unblock. -

Stuart let Michael do the talking just nodding every now and then to confirm what he was saying.

- Serena said it had taken her a lot of work to get me in sync because I had been about 7 or 9 months on Antar. I’m still kind of dizzy, she said I needed to go to sleep as soon as I got home, so…- He shrugged and climbed on the bed.

-Fine, I have the film on hold, do I turn it off or do we finish watching the half hour left? - Isabel said as she went over to where Michael was lying with Laurie and Ava all over him in full sister mode.

- Guess we better finish watching it. - Maria said, as she and Liz went to the bed too.

- C’mon girls! - Liz said as she kissed Michael’s cheek followed by the other four of them.

Michael chuckled as he got five kisses in a row from all the girls as they filed to the door.

- You guys wanna kiss me too? - Michael teased as Max waved his sweats away.

- No, you’re going to sleep as Serena said. The girls will be quite busy tomorrow preparing the Thanksgiving thing because each has some secret trick for it, even Ava, I don’t know who from. We’re going to have you all to ourselves at least until lunch and all the afternoon. - Max decided.

- Ok then, good night! - Michael took a deep breath and closed his eyes, then he did a little snuggle and relaxed.

The room was dead silent. Where had the three guys gone? Even if they had tip-toed out he would have heard them. Michael was wondering if something was wrong when they pounced on him from both sides, all mouths and hands. Michael could hear Stuart’s weak protests as Kyle and Max giggled and told him to shut up, leave or join them. They had no way of knowing the reason for Stuart’s reluctance as he had promised Michael not to worry them until he told them himself.

- What is it with you, man? - Kyle asked him.

- Yeah, what is it, man? - Max sounded suspicious.

Stuart glanced at Michael who shook his head imperceptibly; his message loud and clear to the doctor.

- I helped Serena getting Michael back in sync and it’s left me damn tired. I didn’t know it was so hard, and we left him quite sore this time. He really needs to sleep. - Stuart frowned.

- Stuart’s my mother now…- Michael joked and winked at the doctor.

- Oh shit, you’re right, we’re jerks, sorry Michael. - Kyle sat up from where he was crouching and massaged Michael’s thighs.

- Well then, we’ll get you sleep. - Max sat on the other side too and massaged Michael’s back.

- Mmmmm…- Michael went as he writhed in pleasure.

Stuart went to sit at the top of the bed and worked on Michael’s shoulders. It wasn’t long until the boy was fast asleep so Max and Kyle got up to leave.

- C’mon, mommy…- Teased Kyle.

- You go guys, I’ll stay until Maria comes. Ok? I don’t want to leave him alone. - Stuart said.

- Is something up that we don’t know about? - Max wondered.

- It’s just that it was damn painful what Serena did to him to stabilize him and tune him up back to our time space. I wasn’t expecting it to be so bad. - Stuart shook his head frowning. - It was almost as bad as that time she had to change his energy flow to keep Khivar away from him, remember? -

- Wow, yeah, that was tough! You’re right man, maybe we should stay with him. - Kyle suggested.

- Nah, it’s ok, I’ll call you if I need you. - Stuart nodded and watched them leave the room.


It didn’t take long for Serena to sense Michael was fast asleep. She knew how imperative it was to get in touch with Ramthis and Wyteeah. The fact that Nicholas could get to Michael, although not directly, was quite serious and very dangerous. Serena was beginning to agree with Michael that it was time to get rid of Khivar and the weasel, who was getting much to good at doing his dirty work. The soft snoring beside her assured her that Derek was sound asleep so she closed her eyes and focused on Michael.


“Michael, Michael…- Serena whispered gently, as she found him fast asleep.

“Serena, Stuart suspects Nicholas too, but he’s promised not to tell anyone about it until I say so, not to alarm anyone worse than they already are.”

“I know, he felt it just like I did, not sure, but obvious. He’s very loyal to you, he won’t fail you.”

“I know. What are we going to do about this? And don’t pull a ‘Max’ on me like they’re doing on Antar please! Not you!” Michael practically begged.

“A ‘Max’?” Serena asked, a little lost.

“You know…‘let’s wait, we can’t do anything, it’s dangerous’…I’m sick of that! It may work for him but it doesn’t for me! We have to stop him before it’s too late. I need to speak to my father!” Michael demanded.

“Summon him, you can do it! You don’t need me anymore! Your human side has stopped you for years but now your alien side has got stronger, it definitely has the upper hand now. Go on!” Serena insisted.

Michael concentrated on his father and only on him. He didn’t want his aunt *along. This was a male thing, a warrior’s thing, actually. Something a protected *woman like her wouldn’t understand, had no idea what it was like. A clap of thunder shook the room and the alien male presence was felt as it materialized in the dream.

“Rath-Michael, my son, you finally did it! You brought me to you! What is it, child?” The ex warlord’s voice roared, echoing around the room.

“I need the latest news from our spies on Khivar and Nicholas. It’s of the utmost importance, trust me father.”

Ramthis told him all he knew, how Khivar was so scared that he never left the castle at all, how the scavengers kept bringing mercenaries to join his army and the choosing was done at the field in the centre of the castle, in absolute safety, how Khivar had been having this heated arguments with Nicholas who had been acting very strangely lately, but in spite of all, Khivar refused to believe his cousin would betray him, mostly because Nicholas had nowhere else to go.

“What exactly do you mean by acting very strangely?” Michael asked.

“Someri has spied on him doing strange acts, like witchcraft, using ancient forgotten rituals to conjure a strange looking crone. When Khivar found out about the aliens, he screamed his head off at Nicholas ordering him to stop meddling with the aliens and Nicholas was furious and shouted back. They kept the fight going on until Nicholas left muttering to himself, so probably that’s why you were able to be rescued from your kidnappers. After that, Someri saw him with the crone. Nicholas had them in some kind of bubble and he brought Khivar into the spell too but then the bubble went opaque, like steamed from the inside. Someri could hear their voices but hardly made out a few words. He heard Khivar sounding very angry and Someri could have sworn there was another male voice, sort of familiar but he couldn’t quite place it. Then all was gone and Nicholas seemed very pleased. Next day Khivar had a haunted look and Someri heard him say he had had a very disquieting nightmare. Nicholas acted very concerned, but kept hiding smiles which kept coming when he was sure Khivar’s attention was away from him. He’s definitely up to something but you know he’s too cunning to be found out.”

As Ramthis informed him on the latest about Nicholas, Michael kept having a hint of a déjà vu that kept eluding him.

Chapter 48


“Someri was rather amused at the fact that Nicholas had been banned from Khivar’s brothel…- Ramthis continued. “as Nicholas had never been interested in returning there after…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned that evil place…”

“Khivar’s brothel? What is it to me?” Michael wondered.

Ramthis knew better than to lie to his son. No one could see a lie like he did.

“Khivar’s brothel is where the torture chamber was, where you…” He stalled.

“Where I died.” Michael finished for him as a sharp searing pain shot all the way up his gut.

‘Damn, this one’s the worst so far!’ Michael thought. ‘What? What am I talking about? What did I mean by that?’

Michael felt his mind rewinding until he was watching Stuart sitting against the wall of the cabin as he asked Serena to see to him. Then something happened. As Serena was busy trying to get Stuart to react, he was taken somewhere else, something was done to him, something that hurt very bad, something he didn’t want but had to take to protect someone else, someone he loves. He was in some kind of prison, from which he couldn’t come out, they took care of him, he slept…a lot! But he saw no faces and heard no voices. Then Stuart was screaming his name and rushing to him. Serena wouldn’t let him touch him until he was allowed to go back to them, but a part of him was held hostage. He was sure it had been some kind of nightmare caused by the shock of what Stuart had done to him. Yes, that’s what had happened. Then the jabs had started, when he least expected them, making him wince and hiding them away from Stuart, not to make him feel bad. Once home in bed, he had hidden them easily, burying his face in his arm or into the pillow. Why had he forgotten them and all of a sudden they had come back to him at the mention of his dying place? It definitely had something to do with it, but what? It was a brothel now, and he had never been interested in the brothels on Antar, that was Zan’s thing, to get the blowjobs he didn’t dare ask Ava.

“Father, our spy must find out why Nicholas was forbidden to go to the brothel if he had never shown any interest in going there at all. It doesn’t make sense, so there must be a specific reason for it.” Michael told him.

“I’ve been on it, cause I had the same suspicion. Someri says that the women at the brothel never leave it, at all. The only contact they have with the outside world is through written notes requesting what they need. Lately there had been an unusual one asking for medical supplies, but then two of them are known to have had medical training before ending up there, and of course, accidents can happen, so maybe someone had a fall, a cut or scratch, so they made nothing of it and had it delivered. Rath-Michael, are you alright?” Ramthis asked watching his son fail to hide a wince.

“Yeah, just some rough playing with a friend, that’s all.” Michael shrugged.

Ramthis rolled his eyes and frowned. He had never understood his son’s idea of fun though he respected him for the man he always proved he was, in spite of it.

“There’s no way we can get any more information, because the courtesans actually love being there.” He continued. “There’s a rather long queue of women waiting to be accepted, they dye their hair blonde knowing that’s what gets them chosen. Everyone knows Khivar’s and Nicholas’ weakness for Vilandra. It’s the reason why Nicholas holds this grudge against his cousin and vice versa. Nicholas’ lack of interest in the brothel is because he has been known to confess under the influence of our wine which everyone knows it brings out the truth, that the only woman for him is Vilandra, and the ‘bitches’ at the brothel are just poor, sorry replacements, so naturally we are intrigued by the senseless ban. We’ll keep trying, of course, the place is the ‘holy of holies’ but you never know, we might get lucky.” He nodded.

Serena was getting what Michael was, directly from him, she sensed him hurt, being taken care of by what she could consider semi capable hands, making the best job possible, but with no video feedback and hardly any audio. It was like clicking on a pay per view adult channel without the converter box which descrambled the signal. You had an idea of what was going on, but not exactly what and how.

Then Michael winced again and whispered: “Isabel!” and Serena got it too. Isabel was dreamwalking him and Michael couldn’t refuse her. He unceremoniously dismissed his father and started blocking the whole conversation with him from Isabel, but Serena stopped him.

“No Michael. I’m sorry but I can’t be with you in this. We’ve been doing fine on the “no secrets” basis, and but lately we’ve been misbehaving a little on this field. I’ve agreed with you so far, for safety issues, but I think sharing this problem might help because as a team, we might be able to see further into solving the mystery.” She was adamant, so Michael had to comply.

He rose to meet Isabel in the dream world and she fell into his arms weeping on the same shoulder that Stuart had wet with his tears.

“Michael, what are they doing to you?” She sobbed.

“I don’t know, Izzie, that’s what we’re trying to find out. It’s just that I didn’t want to worry you guys until we had something reasonable to tell you.” He tried to calm her.

Their connection was so strong that they had this definite feeling that he had allowed himself to get hurt sparing her. Serena got it too as she hugged Michael from behind reaching as far as she could for Isabel. It didn’t surprise them as they all knew Michael would give his life for any of them without a doubt, so it was probably just a memory from his previous life.

“Michael, you were keeping this from us because you think we’re in danger, like Liz was when she was kidnapped with you?”

“No Iz, she was never in danger when she was taken with me. It was an accident, she shouldn’t have been there. Reason enough is they never touched her.” Michael reminded her.

“But I felt you sacrificed yourself for me…” Isabel said.

Michael winced at a new jab and he just knew the part Isabel had played is this last game.

“It wasn’t you, it was Vilandra, and it wasn’t her either, it was an illusion to trick me. Of course I fell for it, I couldn’t risk you.” Michael frowned.

“Then whoever is doing this can use our likeness to get you where they want you, and there’s no way to be sure it’s not really us!” Isabel was shocked.

“That’s the idea, but we’ve come to the conclusion it was Nicholas again. He’s getting closer, this time we didn’t recognize him, he either used some kind of deception so we couldn’t sense him or he had someone else do it for him, but he was definitely behind it. He’s after me; the problem is we don’t know who he will use next, why he can’t come directly and what enables him to use those he does. He used Stuart, Isabel.” Michael braced himself for her outburst.

“What? Michael! What did he do to you?” Isabel was outraged.

“It was just rough sex, not Stuart’s style at all, but it weakened me to get me to another stage which I can’t remember, and it’s pissing me off!” Michael exploded.

“Serena! There must be something we can do!” Isabel exclaimed.

“No Isabel, I should be able to know what’s going on and I can’t. There’s nothing any of you can do. Even if we guessed, how can we confirm it?” Serena sighed and shook her head.

“But we can’t just sit and wait to see who will attack Michael next! We can’t!” Isabel was close to tears.

“We’ll have to, but your uncle Ramthis has a spy tailing Nicholas and Khivar. He was here right before you came. Michael was able to summon him, which means his alien side is practically in full charge, but that makes him vulnerable to his alien enemies. I’m afraid Michael is right. Khivar has to be stopped asap and the showdown will be sooner than we thought.” Serena watched Isabel shudder.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, then.” Isabel looked defeated, very pale.

She turned to look at Stuart, where he sat snoring softly on Maria’s side of the bed, a pillow behind his back and his arms crossed over his lap.

“Is he alright?” She asked.

“He’s fine, just very worried and guilty for the way he was used. I’ll send him to you as soon as you leave. Michael needs to sleep. I’ll stay here with him until he wakes up. Derek will understand.” Serena smiled and Isabel smiled back, reassured.

She eased Michael back on the bed and let go of him kissing the corner of his lips. She watched him close his eyes and take a deep breath before she left.
True to her promise, Serena easily got into Stuart’s head and told him Isabel was waiting for him. In total doctor mode, he woke up immediately. Serena watched him kiss Michael’s cheek, automatically checking him for fever, but he just smiled and left to find Isabel as he had been ordered to.

The five girls had fallen asleep on the couch watching the film. Isabel woke up and as she got up, the others woke up too and they all filed yawning up the stairs to their respective bedrooms. Isabel arrived at hers just as Stuart was about to go look for her on finding the room empty. Liz went to a frustrated Max who was watching a basketball match rerun with Kyle, who bounced up from where he was sitting on the bed and left after saying goodnight to both of them. Maria went straight to the bathroom from where she emerged a few minutes later in a pink nightie which Serena knew was Michael’s favourite. She lay beside him and didn’t have to wait for Michael to drape himself over her in his usual protective mode. Serena nodded, satisfied that everyone was where they should and began her vigil.


Nicholas could hardly keep himself from showing how amused he was, watching Khivar fidgeting like crazy, practically bouncing on his seat. He knew the signs. Khivar was feeling very close to tickling himself under the chin with the head of his cock. His erection felt that big. He was finding it specially hard to deal with this new demon…well, not new, but one he had never allowed himself to fall for, and now he had tumbled head over heels right into it. He couldn’t understand how it had happened! He had been sure it had been a weird nightmare, but when he rushed to his brothel the very next day, Ithmene and Uliana had hooked their arms in his and taken him to the private chamber as they usually did. So far so good. But then he had ended gaping at the stark naked, face down boy and the women had told him very smugly that though what little they had managed of the healing had been very difficult, they were sure the boy was doing as well as could be expected because of his internal injuries, expecting him to be ready for “his highness” in a week. That was on this very day. He just couldn’t wait to shove his “monster” up the boy’s hot tight ass. All the week he had been his usual suave, super nice self with his courtesans, using two of them each day, doing everything they could to please him, but it was useless, he wanted the boy! And he would be in a healing sleep until Khivar could take him again but it was really until it was nighttime in Michael’s world so there would be no intergalactic suspicions. Of course, Khivar was sure he was the only one who knew this. Oh, and the crone who had got the show going. THE CRONE! Khivar screamed in his mind. She was the one who had brought this whole thing on him! But where did she come from? She was dead! Oh no! She had given him the privilege of her post mortem visit that was her right to end some unfinished business, which was definitely her death. So this was her revenge! And she had chosen just the one he dreaded most! Her spell had been powerful; he had to give it to her! He had been sure it had been a dream, a very realistic one, but still a dream. Wait! He had her too! She had to come to his summons or be thrown into the eternal flames! He remembered that part clearly and he needed some answers before he could go on, as much as he could hardly wait for the sexual gratification that came with the “curse”.

“Yes, yes, very impressive, but we will have to continue tomorrow. I have to go now.” Khivar left the surprised soldier in the middle of a word as he turned and hurriedly disappeared into his private rooms, slamming the door behind him. He didn’t give a damn about anything, all he wanted was to summon the crone, but how would he call her? What was her name?

- CRONE! - He screamed, visualizing her as vividly as he could. - WITCH! -

But nothing happened. Khivar let out an unending string of insults and threats, getting a deep pink in the face which was quite extreme for his pale complexion.


Nicholas shrugged and looked as perplexed and confused as the small group in the room, leaving through the large door that led outside from the conference hall. He walked at a reasonable pace until he was sure he was out of sight and took the small passage that led to his secret hideaway as fast as he could. He burst into the room and slammed the door just as Khivar had. He was just in time, sensing Khivar was ready to explode with frustration. It took him only a few seconds to conjure the witch’s appearance and he projected himself into Khivar’s chamber.

- My lord…- He said in a meek feminine voice.

- YOU! Where have you been! How dare you make me wait! - Khivar exploded.

- It has been very difficult for me to come to you, my lord. Your summons was not precise…- Nicholas tried to sound elusive.

- Tell me how I should do it then! How should I call you? What is your name? -

- My lord, that information could put me in dire danger…please understand…- Nicholas made it sound totally reluctant and distrustful, sure of the result.

- Then choose between your name and burning for eternity as I’ve been ready to do it from the start! Have you decided? Because I’m tired of waiting! -

Nicholas was the one in real dire danger of laughing out loud, so he concentrated on his trick. He had remembered how he had not liked his Earth name at first, although it sounded almost the same as the Antares one. Then he found out he should be honoured, since it had been the name of Russian Zars. He investigated that information finding out that the Russian pet name for “Nicholai” was Kolya, so he put it backwards to make it more difficult to trace. While he gloated on his cute scam, it made Khivar dance from one foot to the other, as if they were on fire, with impatience, while he took the delay as indecision and fear.

- Aylok…I’m trusting your discretion, my lord. Not everyone is as kind and understanding as you are…- Nicholas spoke barely above a whisper.

- Aylok…(eye-lock) - Khivar played with the two syllables. - Alright. It’s between you and me. Now, I want to know why you came to me. -

- I terminated myself after offending you, my lord, failing to give you what you wanted. Your cousin tried to get in my head for your sake, but I was able to control his amazing powers just long enough to kill myself before he got what he wanted for you. That information has unfortunately been lost to me as I attempted my passing. When I was unable to, I realized that only your forgiveness would allow me to finally find my resting place. So I came to give you something that your heart desired, to make up for my mistake, to apologize to your cousin and be able to achieve my status as deceased. - Nicholas lied through his teeth, humbly looking down to hide the fact he was biting on his lower lip not to even smile.

- You don’t need to apologize to “the weasel”, I’m the one who counts…- Khivar chuckled, remembering Nicholas’ rage when the witch beat him to it.

- My lord? - Nicholas had to pretend he didn’t know who he was talking about when he called him by the nickname he loathed.

- My cousin! You don’t need to apologize to him; I don’t want him in this. What if I refuse to accept your gift because it’s offensive to me? - Khivar asked.

- It’s not offensive to you and you have already accepted it…my lord. -

- What if I don’t want it anymore? - Khivar sighed, dreading the answer.

- Then I will have failed, and I will leave and bother you no more, my lord. -

- And the boy? - Khivar tried not to sound too eager.

- He will go away too, my lord, and no one will remember he was there. -

Nicholas watched Khivar nodding, and for the time it lasted, he was the one terrified he had underestimated his cousin’s will power and his fun would end too.

- Alright, you are forgiven; your gift is accepted and pleases me. You may embrace and find your resting place. I will not bother you again. Go, you are dismissed. - Khivar bowed his head, allowing the presence to enter the plane it should be in, with the freedom it deserved.

Nicholas vanished as fast as he could, but slipped undetected into Khivar’s head, subtly getting his way which incidentally, was also his cousin’s. Together, they hurried to the infamous cavern, to find once again alive, the boy whom they had murdered so heinously in that very place.

Chapter 49


Suddenly, Serena’s vigil started to pay off, as Michael moaned and slid off Maria to lie beside her, clutching the sheets hard in his hands and tossing his face in the pillow, gasping each time it went to either side. Maria jumped up and watched him, her face passing from surprise to fear. Serena immediately reached into her head reassuring her with her presence as she made herself visible, and stopping her from touching him like she had with Stuart in the cabin. Michael was obviously in very bad pain, and Serena also held back from touching him until her curiosity couldn’t take it anymore. She tentatively placed her hand over his thigh and very slowly started lowering it onto it. She had barely touched him when sparks started flying from their point of contact and Michael hissed as the pain peaked.

- Oh my god! What was that? - Maria exclaimed.

- It’s what I thought. Part of Michael is not here, it’s in his current dream world, and that dream world seems to be on Antar. This part of him, here on Earth, causes the other one a negative reaction when it gets in touch with this world, because it pulls it back here. Whoever’s controlling him and keeping him on the other world doesn’t want to lose him until he gets what he wants. - Serena said.

- You seem sure it’s a he…- Maria was afraid to ask her who she thought it was.

- It’s what I sense and I’ve learnt to trust my feelings from experience. - Serena assured her.

Michael started to relax and Maria’s eyes asked Serena for permission, not wanting to risk what had happened before.

- It’s not over yet. - Serena shook her head as Michael seemed to go into a different phase of the torture.

- What now? - Maria was itching to touch him, to take him in her arms.

- It’s another kind of pain, it can’t be helped but it’s making him better. -

- Healing? -

- Sort of, that’s what I’m getting too. He needs to rest now. I’ll stay but you won’t see me. He needs you. We’ll talk about this when everyone’s awake. Michael will sleep well until midday. He’ll be sore and frustrated because he won’t remember the dream or why he’s hurting. Please, be gentle with him. Go. - Serena smiled.

Maria smiled back for all answer and kissed the corner of Michael’s lips, watching his wince turn into a smile and into a shadow of a wince at the end. He snuggled into her and she wrapped her arms around him as he sighed. She felt him go limp, falling into a deep sleep with Maria following him right after.

Serena went over everything she had seen and sensed, careful not to miss any small detail, as Stuart’s abusive behaviour. She remembered him confessing once living out his rape fantasy with Michael and the letdown it had been so it made no sense going for it again. She related it with information of Khivar’s abuse to his prisoners, when they were weakened or tied, because otherwise he wouldn’t dare. In this case, it was Michael’s trust in Stuart that weakened him, or “tied him down”, allowing it without protest although it had taken him by surprise. There could be something there. Using Vilandra to bend him to his will was as cowardly as it could get, very like Khivar and Nicholas, she was sure of that. As she went on, she had to stop when she felt the feeble effects of Michael’s healing and she unfailingly recognized the vibes as female. When Ramthis had said medical supplies had been requested from the brothel, she had considered it too much of a coincidence. She would work on that too. Serena took Michael’s inert hand in hers and shared his slumber for her three needed hours. When she woke up, her inner alien clock told her she had gone for some extra time, and couldn’t believe it had been a full hour more than she usually needed. She was surprised when Maria opened her eyes about an hour later and whispered the unbeatable password “bathroom” to Michael to be able to leave the bed. Serena noticed her eyes scanning the room in search mode and realized what was going on. She did one of her best tricks: she went to kiss Derek’s forehead leaving him the message to go over to Laurie’s as soon as he could, and shifted to where most of her brain was, at Michael’s bedroom, physically materializing there again.

- I’m right here! - She smiled at Maria who smiled back relieved.

The door opened and the gang started filing in, yawning but apparently unable to go back to the restless sleep that had plagued them all night.

- You said we would talk today, right? - Isabel faced the Seer.

- You might need to have some breakfast first, maybe we should go downstairs. -
Serena tested them.

- NO! I don’t want to leave Michael alone! Maria passed the test with flying colours as Serena could see she had taken the words away from the whole group’s mouths by a fraction of a second, so they all had passed.

- That’s what I was thinking, just wanted to make sure. We’ll do it here. -

Laurie called Anita and had breakfast brought up to them. Even Sylvia sensed the seriousness of the situation because she didn’t giggle even once, she was quiet and fast. They broke their fast in the same way, and climbed on the bed and couch to begin the session.


Serena briefed everyone on everything that had been going through her mind, plus some little extra tidbits that Michael had kept to himself until he was sure they wouldn’t cause them unnecessary worries, trusting they would understand. So now that it was all in the open again, they could work together towards a way that might solve the present situation, the main issue being how to confirm Nicholas’ participation. Serena told them that what little doubts she had in the matter came from the fact that Nicholas’ m.o. seemed to have changed.

- Excuse me, what is that? - Ava asked timidly.

- Sorry, his modus operandi, the way he does things…- Serena explained, remembering the girl’s contact with humans had been somewhat distant.

She went on explaining how Nicholas had been so ready to kill Michael, first flogging him to be interrupted so the next time he didn’t lose time and went straight for the kill, after killing his lust first, which didn’t take him much time, in the worked up state he was in. Thankfully they had Jim, and he, Isabel and then Stuart saved Michael’s life because Nicholas had tricked Max to be awol, explaining the term “away without leave” to Ava too. Yet lately he seemed to be just toying with him, like a confident predator playing with his prey, strangely not interested any longer in killing it but just enjoying his victim’s submission. Why? The place Michael was in, was familiar, but she couldn’t pinpoint where exactly though she was not only suspecting the brothel anymore, she was actually favouring it. So it was Antar definitely. Just also another déjà vu from his past? She thought that was one too many, as the others also did. Unfortunately they could only wait for news from Antar, as trying to contact that part of Michael from what they had here, only made things worse for his captive side. They knew it was cruel using their Michael here on Earth because he had no recollection whatsoever of what was going on with that part of him and they had already witnessed his frustration at his ignorance and how the interaction between them ended.

- There might be something we can try…- Stuart pressed his lips together in thought and nodded.

- Spit it out, doctor! - Kyle said impatiently.

- It might work because Michael would not be doing it consciously, which seems to be what causes the problem…- He continued, still sounding like he was talking to himself.

- Stuart, please! - Max exploded along with the girls’ sundry protests.

- Ok, Thiopental…- Stuart said smugly.

- What is that? - Uncle Derek asked, as it sounded vaguely familiar.

- You might know it as Pentothal, it’s also called the truth drug, it’s administered iv and it’s otherwise used as an anesthetic because of it’s relaxing effects. It might get Michael to tell us what’s going on, without negative effects, on the other side without this side much in touch with the other one to allow the connection to go both ways and prevent the reaction. It’s worth trying…I think. -

- What will you tell Michael…? - Laurie wondered.

- The truth, what else? He deserves to know what’s going on with him. - Stuart emphasized. - I don’t think he would appreciate all of you holding him down so I can administer the injection, do you? -

- No, of course not, you’re right, we must tell him. - Isabel sighed, reaching a decision for everyone.

- How are things coming up at the kitchen? - Serena turned to Laurie to lighten up the mood with a change of subject.

- The last thing I heard was Sylvia grumbling about trying to please everyone with their tips and Sylvia laughing at her and helping her do just that. Everything’s going fine, I’m sure. - Laurie sincerely hoped.

- Good, cause we’re almost there, it will be midday in about 15 minutes. Michael should be coming around anytime now. - Serena warned.

But half an hour later, Michael was just beginning to stir, so they decided to go check on the lunch arrangements while Maria took care of her boyfriend.


After a very pleasant time, for them, of course, at Michael’s expense, Khivar and Nicholas left the brothel and the boy in the hands of the two women. This time Nicholas had Khivar investigate the unusually located piercing, which the women, keener to details, hadn’t missed and had them under the impression that the boy was some kind of slave, not even suspecting his real identity, having been there long enough to remember the prince as still a child. Michael was once again left torn and bleeding, but not from Max and Isabel’s scars, because Nicholas had cunningly blocked out that issue from their captive, and just like the saying, “what you don’t know can’t hurt you”, they bled but for a totally physical reason, which the cauterizing iron efficiently took care of. Life in Khivar’s brothel had taken an unexpected turn, as the lives of the women there suddenly had another meaning, and that was finding out how the boy was, how bad he had been hurt, what they could do about it, so Michael was surrounded by these willing prisoners, cleaning up the blood from the inside of his thighs and rinsing it from ass, bathing his feverish body with cool soaked soft pieces of cloth, massaging his sore muscles and trying to outdo each other in making him feel better. Jealousy had no place in that “sisterhood” as Khivar could choose whom he damn well pleased, and no one had a right to complain. At least they lived protected, lacking nothing, sadly knowing the war was raging outside and not sure if their families were still alive. They could ask for anything except news. No wonder many wanted to make it in there. They all loved Michael in their own special way, feeling bad for the boy and wondering when, how and why their “master” had developed such tastes. Then the day after Khivar’s second incursion, the latest arrival there, who had last seen the prince at the age of 13, started noticing the resemblance. She brushed Michael’s hair off his face and cupped his chin turning his face a little more sideways to be able to see his features clearly. When she told them whom he looked like, the others laughed out loud saying she was crazy, why would the prince have a piercing like a slave, and as far as they had heard, the poor boy had died horribly. They knew better than to mention him and risk being banished to whatever was going on outside. Once, in a rare moment when she found the boy alone and unattended, she leaned over and kissed his cheek, whispering his name: “Rath-Michael…” to which he responded moaning and calling her “Vilandra”. The woman felt her face going pale as death and though she wanted to leave as fast as she could, she preferred to stay and listen to his groans, telling his love how bad he was hurting. She didn’t want the others to hear him, fearing that if he had somehow managed to survive, hiding as a slave, this time he might really be killed and she didn’t want to be remembered as the one who brought on his death. “Shhh, my lord, don’t mention names, it’s dangerous here…” Michael opened his eyes and could see the concern in the woman’s. He just nodded and smirked, just like she remembered the young prince doing. Yes, it was him and it would be her secret.
As Khivar strutted back to his luxurious chambers fully satisfied, Nicholas could see him from inside out, laughing at his fruitless and ridiculous aspirations to royalty. He hated Khivar for the way he treated him being his cousin and the way he called him by that mocking nickname because he was small and frail. He felt his despise for him, needing his abilities to get the information that wouldn’t be available to him. Nicholas could also feel Khivar’s envy at the powers Nicholas had been able to develop, in areas Khivar wasn’t able to. Every other aspect that Nicholas disclosed, made him hate Khivar even more. His hate for Rath-Michael was different. He hated him as an enemy, even though he knew the boy had never been cruel or abusive to his enemies, remembering the Grumpers, and how it was Khivar who destroyed them in the end, not the Antares, in spite of what they did to Rath-Michael. Nicholas was trying to convince himself that he wanted them both dead but Khivar first. He hated to admit that he regretted killing Rath-Michael to please Khivar. He had always thought he lusted for Vilandra knowing she had sex only with Rath-Michael, but lately, enjoying the boy, he realized he wanted her only because she had Rath-Michael so it was just envy, really lusting for the boy. He took it out on him not daring to accept his repressed feelings, because he knew he couldn’t have him. A Royal was totally out of his league. Directly, they had only met as enemies, with the typical distrust of enemies, yet Michael had never been purposely mean to Nicholas as an individual, like Khivar was, in spite of being family. Michael had no idea Nicholas had actually been enjoying him sexually, not just torturing him. Nicholas smiled remembering Rath-Michael’s Antares nickname: Ushu (ooshoo), using the initials for the Antares’ words for cock: uli,(oolee) for cunt: sane,(sah-neh) for ass: hao, (hah-awe) and cock again, because it was vox populi there, translating that term for Ava too, that the prince had “a cock for cunts and an ass for cocks”.
He watched Khivar sleeping like the dead after enjoying Michael at his brothel: on his back with his hands crossed over his chest, uncannily like Max, in that position which creeped out Isabel because he really looked dead, at his wake. Khivar did look like a corpse, his albino colouring adding to the illusion, as if he had died and wasn’t aware of it and no one had even taken the trouble to let him know he was no longer there with them. He probably thought he looked like a dead king laid out in state for everyone to go and pay their respects. It was so bloody funny that Nicholas almost blew it because his laughter would have come out of Khivar’s mouth, waking him up to find out what he was doing and not stopping until he found the reason why. Nicholas fled the scene and reappeared at his own lair, where he exploded in the laughter he couldn’t hold back any longer. “You’ll pay, Khivar, you’ll see!” He thought, because sooner or later, he would have the means to do it, and the way things were going, he was sure it would be much sooner that anyone expected.


Maria loved watching Michael sleep, but most of all she loved watching him wake up to find he wasn’t alone and he was loved. The beautiful smile when his eyes opened and he saw her face was the best thing that had ever happened to her. That and her name in his husky waking whisper made everything worth it just as he was doing now. Maria leant over from where she was sitting on the bed beside him and kissed his lips as he rolled on his side reaching out for her. She fell into his arms and they were lost in their own world. She tasted the cotton candy and thought how lucky he was for that alien, no, Royal side of him that overpowered his human side which had no idea where morning breath came from in that species. She giggled at her silly thoughts and he pulled back with one of his best smirks which clearly said: “What?”

- I love you. - She answered simply.

- And you have no idea how much I love you! - He captured her lips again until they were breathless.

Maria gently pushed him back and jumped off the bed.

- Ok, Spaceboy, let’s get you ready cause everyone must be waiting for us for the Thanksgiving lunch. C’mon!” - Maria was surprised to see his eyes cloud over with this sad look on his face.

- Maria, please, I…I’d rather stay here. I’m sorry, it’s just that I don’t feel up to it…- He was begging with his eyes.

- Michael, you can’t do that! It would be awfully rude! Anita and Sylvia have been slaving all morning trying to please us! Laurie would be so disappointed! - She couldn’t believe what he was saying!

- Maria, please! - He pleaded, she had never seen him look so sad.

- Michael, this is a family thing, we have been working on that since we came here, how can you do that? Not another word! Use your powers and get dressed now! - Maria crossed her arms under her breasts and looked adamant.

- Alright! - Michael said, after sighing, shutting his eyes tight and wincing, in that order.

He did everything she asked and they arrived at the dining room to find everyone already sitting, waiting for them with big smiles, almost as big as Maria’s, who pushed a smirking Michael towards his seat. It was the closest he could come to a smile. He leant forwards, resting most of his weight on his forearms against the edge of the table, as if it hurt him to sit, which probably did. Michael had blocked himself out completely not to offend anyone, as he was sure he would if they could sense his feelings. Liz and Serena didn’t need that connection to know he felt totally out of place, as their eyes locked on him trying to find a reasonable explanation. It wasn’t attitude, it was just such a deep sadness that tears started threatening to fill their eyes.

- Michael, are you alright? - Liz asked, regretting to see how uncomfortable calling the others’ attention to him had made him.

Michael just shook his head and looked down at his hands close together on the table.

- Please, just let him be, alright? - Serena asked as politely as she could muster, knowing exactly what he was going through.

Chapter 50


- Let him be? What do you mean? - Maria faced Serena, not liking the fact that the Seer seemed to be siding with Michael in this incomprehensible behaviour.

- Maria, please…- Liz interceded…she shouldn’t have.

- Listen to me! I hate to cause a scene but this is getting just a little out of hand! I’m not an alien Seer, far from it, and I don’t happen to have been blessed with your special empathy with Michael, Liz, which should have been with Max, and not with MY BOYFRIEND! How do you think I feel about these “little secrets” that you keep getting from him and I’m kept in the dark until you decide to share them with us, not me, us, all of us! Yes, I sound pissed because I’m pissed! - Maria exploded. - And now you know what’s wrong with him? Great! Because I want to know what’s wrong with him, RIGHT AWAY! -

Maria was shocked by the absolute silence, every single face was looking back at her as if she held a gun that could shoot them all dead at the same time. Even Anita and Sylvia were standing at the door that led to the kitchen, having rushed to find out what the screaming was about. But the look in Michael’s eyes was…his feelings hit her as if he had punched her in the face: he felt as if she had ripped his heart out of his chest with her bare hands and was holding it up, bleeding, for everyone to see she finally had her prize, what she had always wanted, just to herself. Now she was the one shocked at what she had just done.

- I’m sorry…- She whispered, sitting down, she didn’t even know she had been standing.

She had this vague recollection of jumping up on her feet and slamming both hands on the table before she let all that poison come spewing from her mouth.

- No, you’re not, at least not as sorry as I will be after I get this off my chest. - Michael didn’t need to stand to get their attention. Every eye turned from Maria to him.

- I know this holiday is a big deal to you, but to me, as a kid, it only meant I was lucky enough to get invited to the Evans to share one of the four decent meals I got every year thanks to holidays like this one, plus the 4th of July, Christmas and New Year. That’s all they meant to me until I started thinking what the hell the celebration was about. For example, every New Year I hoped uselessly that my life would get better. 4th of July, well, that was the least traumatic one for me, I guess, just the independence of the Americans from the abusive Brits, forgetting they had been originally Brits too. Thanksgiving, like today, is the runaway Brits coming to this land and kicking out their true owners, killing them and making them the bad guys for daring to defend their land, families and lives, to then lock up in prisons under the name of “reservations” while their lifestyle was taken away from them without having done anything wrong. I can’t celebrate that, it would be like joining in the celebration in what used to be our castle on Antares, as Khivar feasts remembering that on that date, he took over our kingdom and murdered us. And Christmas…- He turned and locked eyes with Isabel who blushed to the roots of her hair. - You celebrate the birth of a child on a date that isn’t even the real one, but one that’s convenient for all the stores to wrap up the year nicely, commercially speaking, just to mourn for his death on “Good” Friday? You bring him back to life to be murdered again by his father’s will to save the world from what? Look at the world! What has the poor man saved it from? Am I the only one here who can read between the lines? I’ve had it! -

Michael got up and didn’t stop until he reached his room, rushed to his bed and fell on it, thanking the pillow for allowing him to hide his face in it. He didn’t care, he was done here. He just wanted to go back to Antar, fight for his people, free them, hopefully got killed after he made sure everything had come out alright so his life could be worth everything he had gone through. He summoned his father, but he was so upset, it wasn’t working. He couldn’t concentrate, sure that everyone downstairs wanted him dead. He wanted to make their wish come true and this was the best way. “C’mon, father, c’mon Ramthis, I NEED YOU!”


Everyones’ attention was turned towards the kitchen door which had been directly behind Michael, making it impossible for him to have seen Anita and Sylvia standing there.

- Ay dios mio, dios mio! De que habla este muchacho? Castillos, reinos, asesinos? Me estoy volviendo loca? - (Oh my god, my god, what is this boy talking about? Castles, kingdoms, murderers? Am I going nuts?) Anita sobbed, clutching her apron in her hands.

Sylvia looked just as startled as her mother, but unusually quiet, actually looking scared.

- Anita, come with me, I need to speak to you. - Serena sent Ava the message to immediately mindwarp Sylvia into forgetting the whole thing.

Ava turned to Sylvia and with a big smile, suggested she brought in the food while her mother went to help Serena who had accidentally spilled her glass of water on her blouse. Sylvia’s typical bright smile returned and she nodded as she disappeared back into the kitchen. They watched Serena climb the stairs with Anita and wondered what she was up to, trusting she knew what she was doing.
Ava was beginning to think mindwarping Maria would also be a good idea, but she just had to look at Maria and the human girl got the message loud and clear.

- No Ava, thank you, it would be a blessing to be able to forget this, but then I would probably do it again and that’s the last thing I ever want to do in my life. -

- I don’t know about you guys, but I’m sure you agree with me that I must get Michael back here because he owes us a big apology so if you want to come with me, we’ll…- Max began, the picture of righteousness.

- No you won’t Max! You stay right here and be glad I don’t have the powers to send you back in time in Michael’s place to that horrid trailer and see what would have come out of you in that same situation! I really wish I could! You’re just an absolute brat! Let Serena do what she can, because you will only make things worse. You’re not fit to deal with this because you don’t have the first idea what it must be to be beaten and abused. So will you just sit down, and hope for the best. -

- I should go with them…- Maria started getting up but Isabel went to her and put her arm around her shoulder, pushing her back on the chair as she sat beside her.

- No Maria, I would like to be there with him too, but I don’t think the Christmas Nazi is such a good idea either. I trust Serena is whom he needs now. - Isabel said gently.

Maria couldn’t help smiling at Isabel’s attempt to joke.

- But why is Anita…- She began.

- I don’t know, but I’m sure Serena knows why she took Anita with her. Let’s just wait, who knows what might come out of it. - Isabel squeezed her hand.

Liz did the same from the other side and Maria felt her best friend had forgiven her. She felt she didn’t deserve it. She looked up and saw Laurie and Ava looking at her full of concern. Concern! They should be hating her, Michael’s their kid brother! “This is so definitely alien, it doesn’t make sense!” Maria thought.


Michael felt these soft, caring hands on his shoulders from both sides. He immediately recognized Serena and…Anita. ANITA? He made contact with Serena sending her a big question mark.

“She’s Andes, Michael, she understands. Her people are very superstitious and they take the afterlife for granted. She was standing behind you with Sylvia and heard it all. Ava has made Sylvia forget, but I chose to bring Anita, telling her a part truth. Not that you’re an alien, but that you can remember a previous life you shared with Max, Isabel and Ava and that you have told all of us about it. Ok? Take it from there.” Serena sent to him.

- It’s alright, muchacho (kid), I understand, to me Thanksgiving would also be as silly as celebrating the coming of the damn Spaniards who destroyed our wonderful empire and killed our people to steal our gold and take over our land. They forced on us their religion which says it’s a sin to kill or steal, but they came to steal and kill us in the name of their god. Hypocrits! My people in the highlands still worship the “pachamama” (motherearth) today but they had to do it in secret when the “malditos” (cursed/damned) were here. Now they can finally do it in the open again though the “curas” (priests) laugh at them because they don’t believe we can communicate with our ancestors. I believe that’s what happens to you, that’s why I know what you feel. I understand, but don’t feel bad about what you can’t help, I know, it’s so unfair. You’re a good boy, so nice and respectful, I love you very much, I don’t want you to be sad because it makes me sad too. - Anita kissed Michael’s cheek and tasted the salt of his tears. - Ya, ya, tranquilo, todo va a estar bien, vas a ver. (There, there, calm down, everything will be fine, you’ll see). -

- Thanks, Anita. -Michael whispered, moved by her kind words.

- I must go down to see to the food, c’mon, let’s go, you have to eat. - Anita coaxed him, patting and rubbing his back.

- I’m not hungry, Anita, I want to sleep. Please don’t be offended…- Michael said gently.

- Oh no! El calentado es mejor! (Warmed leftovers are the best!) There’ll be enough when you feel like it, alright? Go to sleep, you’ll feel better when you wake up, and then you come to the kitchen and eat your fill, ok? - She made it sound like their secret.

- Ok, sure. - Michael chuckled as he felt her rough hand brush his hair back and kiss his cheek again.

Michael felt Anita get up from the bed and pad towards the door with Serena.

- No viene, señora? (Aren’t you coming, ma’am?) - Anita asked.

- No, I’ll stay with him. - Serena answered.

- Le mando algo con Sylvia? (Can I send you some food with Sylvia?) - Anita asked.

- Ya, bueno, gracias. (Sure, alright, thanks.) Serena answered.

Michael heard Serena walk back and sit beside him.

- Shhh, don’t speak if you don’t want to, it’s alright. - Serena started massaging his shoulders working all the way down his back and up again until she felt him relaxing. - No Michael, don’t do it. If you try to hurry things they won’t come out right. Maria’s outburst shouldn’t trigger you into rash actions because everyone will end up paying for it, and she will feel even worse. You know her, you know what to expect of her, that’s what firecrackers do, they explode, so what’s new? She blew off some steam and so did you. Sometimes you need to speak out your mind, so when it’s all said and out, you feel better. -

- I don’t feel better, I think it was all a mistake, I should have stayed dead. - Michael scoffed.

A gasp from the door had them both turning to find Sylvia standing there with a tray.

“Oh shit!” Serena thought. “Here we go again.”

- Come here Sylvia, let me explain. Leave the tray on the breakfast table. -

Sylvia did as she was told and walked shakily to the bed. She sat down where Serena showed her by patting on the blanket. Her hands were trembling when Serena took them in hers as she reversed Ava’s mindwarp which had become useless after hearing Michael’s words.

- Michael remembers having lived before, with Max, Isabel and Ava. They lived in a castle and then their kingdom was overruled by enemies and they were all killed. He doesn’t know how, but he gets these dreams showing him what happened. - Serena went as close to the truth as possible without revealing the alien status.

- But why is Maria angry with Liz? She said something about em…em…- Sylvia tried to remember the exact word.

- Empathy, that means Liz knows what Michael’s remembering, we don’t know why. Maria would like to have it too. - Serena explained.

- She is jealous, because Liz likes Michael. - Sylvia sounded very sure of herself.
- I’ve seen the way she looks at him. She eats him with her eyes and Isabel too. -

- They were together in that other life, Michael and Isabel, and loved each other very much, so were Max and Ava though they didn’t love each other. -

- Ewww, poor Ava, those ears! So funny! - Sylvia giggled.

Serena welcomed the giggles this time, showing the girl wasn’t scared anymore.

- Careful there! He’s very sensitive about his ears! - Serena warned.

- Well, it’s the first thing you notice, you know? Kind of like the “hobbit”? That’s my nickname for him! - She whispered the last part.

- Sylvia! How would you feel if you had his ears? - Serena scolded.

- I’d cover them with my hair and would be saving like nuts to get an operation! - She went into loud giggles that covered Michael’s chuckle.

- Alright Sylvia. This is not funny, what’s happening to Michael is far from funny! - Serena frowned.

- Why did they kill them? - Sylvia frowned too.

- Max was the king, and his sister Isabel was with Michael, who was the leader of their army. Michael worries that maybe their enemies live again today as they do and are trying to get back at them. He is the protector, the soldier, that’s why they keep it to themselves, no one must know so they won’t find them. You mustn’t tell this to anyone, please, it’s very dangerous. - Serena had decided that it was better that Anita and Sylvia knew, because they were very good at playing stupid, so if they said they didn’t know playing dumb, they would be believed. Serena would leave it up to them to either tell their husbands or not. She knew the four of them could be trusted completely.

- Yes, Michael looks like a soldier, but he looks like a king too. - Sylvia nodded, she was too perceptive, but Serena left it there. - I can’t blame Maria for being jealous of Liz, and I’m sorry for Isabel, Michael’s so hot! -

Sylvia’s next bout of giggles ended in another gasp when Michael spoke, taking her by surprise, because the way Serena had been talking, had her thinking Michael had fallen asleep. He lay there still and quiet, with his eyes closed, what else could she think?

- I’m awake, you know? - Michael chuckled at Sylvia’s words.

- Uy, que verguenza! (oh, I’m so embarrassed!) - Sylvia covered her face with her hands.

- Oh, c’mon Sylvia, we’re always flirting, I think you’re hot too! - Michael quipped, and soon they were both laughing.

- Hey, Michael! I’m a married woman! - Sylvia went back to her giggles, reaching out and squeezing Michael’s thigh.

- So what? It’s harmless, we just have fun, what’s wrong with that? - Michael shrugged.

- Maria y mi mamá me van a sacar la mierda! (Maria and my mum are going to beat the shit out of me!) - Sylvia whispered to herself, unaware of the two aliens’ keen hearing.

- No way, Maria likes you, Sylvia. - Michael assured her, amused to see Sylvia blushing.

- May I come in? - Maria asked from the door.

- Ay chucha! (Oh fuck!) - Sylvia went from blushing to deathly pale as she jumped from the bed yanking her hand away from Michael’s thigh and fled out of the room rushing past Maria, not daring to look at her.

- What’s with her? - Maria wondered, as she had come straight into the room just hearing Michael tell Sylvia that she liked her. - Why did she take off like that when she saw me if you just told her I liked her? What’s that she said? -

- Something like “oh fuck”, she probably remembered her mother’s serving dinner alone and will be angry with her if she takes too long. - Serena laughed, glad that Maria had decided to come by her own choice.

- Derek must be missing me. - Serena nodded as she went to get the tray and left the room quietly.


Maria walked over to take Serena’s place on the bed and reached out for Michael’s face. Her heart did a flip when she saw him shut his eyes tight and wince as his face did a defensive jerk, expecting a slap but willing to take it from her. She had this flash of Michael as a little boy doing just that much too often and wished she hadn’t given him that impression. She cupped his chin with one hand and buried the other one in his hair bending to kiss him with all the love she could muster. His lips became soft again welcoming the unexpected caress and she felt his soul merging with hers. He pulled away and held on to her as if his life depended on it. She felt her blouse getting wet with his hot tears, his shudders telling her he was trying hard not to sob.

- Michael…- She whispered, enjoying the fresh scent so typical of his hair. - Why would I hit you, baby? You were wrong, I’m sorrier than you could possibly be. For once, I’m not going to blame you for my mistake and lack of tact. You wanted to stay here and I was the one who insisted on your doing what you didn’t want to. It was stupid of me not to trust you, I should know better by now. I’m very sorry, love, when am I going to get it through my thick head that you’re always trying to prevent this nasty things from happening and we’re always stupidly in your way? Michael, please forgive me. -

Her hands running up and down his back were no succeeding in stopping his now obvious sobs, so she gently laid him back down on the bed and lay beside him, as he buried his face in her breast and waited until he let it all out and started calming down. When his breathing was even again, Maria wondered if he had gone to sleep, because he was so quiet. She played with his hair as she squeezed his hand hoping for some kind of response which came when he sighed.

- Michael, honey, are you asleep? - She breathed into his soft locks.

- No. - Just a soft whisper, just as soft as the knock on the open door.

Maria could see Stuart, looking like he wasn’t sure this was a good moment, and though Maria knew it wasn’t, she didn’t think there would ever be one, and this was something that couldn’t wait.