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Title: City Overrun
Author: Jezebel Jinx/Dez/VampireQueen21
Rating: Mature (language and violence)
Category: X-over with Forsaken + John Carpenters ‘Vampires’; with some possible BTVS and Blade x-overs. But Forsaken and Vampires are the main crossover.
Couples: Nick/Liz, Tess/Sean (Forsaken), Kyle/?, Alex/? (not a whole lot of romance but these are the couples that I know are going to get together sometime in the story.)
Summary: In Roswell 10 people have turned up missing. Nick and Sean think it’s a Forsaken gathering an army. Jack Crow and his new team (Liz is his second in command) think it’s a Master. Nick, Sean, and the Slayers arrive in Roswell to take care of the vampire problem.
Notes: Alex is not dead, Tess is now Liz’s friend, and Kyle keeps in touch with Liz, the rest of the group had turned their back on Liz after what happened with Future Max. You’ll find out more about Liz leaving Roswell in either flashbacks or during the "reunion" between Liz and the group.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, however I think it would be nice to own Michael and Rath for a couple of days, but alas no luck in that area except in my fantasies.

Lingo; Cocktails: drug to slow infection (used in Forsaken), Goon: lower-level vampire (used in JCV), Feeder: Nearly turned vampire (used in Forsaken)

Prologue

Denver, Colorado; Thursday, 6 A.M

Sitting at the table in the hotel room Sean glances through the third newspaper of the morning searching for anything that might remotely look like a Forsaken killing. Nick slams into the room carrying two cups of coffee, he sets one down in front of Sean and takes the seat across from him.

“Anything in the papers?” Nick sips at his steaming coffee and reaches into his travel bag grabbing the bottle full of the cocktails. He opens the container and shakes out the different pills onto the table.

“Quietness is not your strong suit is it?” Sean smirks and continues to browse through the paper.

Nick ignores his friend. “Is there anything or not?” He pops the pills into his mouth drowning them with his coffee, finally swallowing them.

“There’s been about ten disappearances in Roswell, New Mexico in the past month, the police have no leads. All the people were in their late teens early twenties.” Sean circles the report and continues his search but finds nothing else. “Alright so we have one in Roswell and one in San Diego.” Sean tells him.

Nick thinks about it for a moment. “What’s the situation in San Diego?” While his instincts are telling him to go Roswell he needs to know what’s going on in San Diego to make a good and smart decision.

Sean reaches for the first paper that he had checked out that morning. “Umm, three people dead, two missing and a string of attacks every couple of days.” He flings the paper back on the table and glances at Nick. “Which one do you think?”

“Well, the one in Roswell is closer and also since nobody’s turned up dead just missing I’d say that maybe if it is a Forsaken it might be building an army and that’s something I think needs to be taken care of first. If too many are turned we won’t stand a chance at stopping them.” Nick taps his fingers against the table the only sign that he gave of his frustration on the matter.

Sean doesn’t say a word he just nods agreeing with Nick. They grab their previously packed bags and load them into the Charger that they had taken from the last Forsaken they had killed, and head for Roswell.

Santé Fe, New Mexico; 12 hours later; Thursday, 6 P.M.

“Got a cigarette Jack?” The brunette next to him asks.

“Yea,” he reaches into his beaten leather jacket pocket and pulls out an almost empty pack tossing it on her lap.

“Thanks.” She pulls a cigarette out putting it in her mouth lighting it with a match. She sucks in the nicotine; it automatically calms her frazzled nerves.

“That’s your third cigarette in fifteen minutes—“ Jack glances at his young charge that in the short time he’s known her has come to think of as a daughter, “wanna tell me what’s up?” She doesn’t reply she just stares silently out the window and continues taking long drags from his second to last cigarette.

Not being able to take Liz’s silence anymore he lashes out. “Fuck it!” Jack yells out. He slams on the brakes causing the two other trucks filled with their other team members to stop dead in their tracks.

“What are you doing Jack?” The brown haired teen demands. She twists her body around facing him.

“You are going to tell me what’s going on Liz and your going to tell me right fucking now.” Jack seethes in anger at the small young woman, who flicks at her cigarette causing the ash to fly out the window and onto the dry desert ground.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I'm fine.” Liz denies softly. She should have known Jack wouldn’t believe her, he seems to know her better than she knows herself sometimes, but she was holding out some hope that he would let the matter be...he didn’t.

“That’s fucking bullshit Liz and you know it. Now fucking tell me because you’re no good to me in this god damn crazy state of yours.” He growls back in frustration. Jack has been training her long enough to know her expressions and gestures.

A raspy, crackily voice interrupts Jack’s tirade. “What’s goin’ on boss? Liz sense something around here?”

Jack sighs in frustration. “Nah,” he speaks into the CB Radio, “I'm just havin’ a talk with Liz. We’ll be goin’ soon.” He throws the speaker down and continues his angry stare at his young charge.

“I'm scared to go back to Roswell.” Liz speaks low, almost to low for Jack to hear…but he does. “I’ve been bitten by a vampire, I’ve come near death on more than one damned occasion,” she takes a slow drag out of the still burning cigarette. Liz breathes out the smoke; it filters through her mouth and nose.

“God and I fight vampires on a daily fucking basis and hardly bat an eyelash. But the idea of seeing the people who turned their back on me when I needed them the most terrifies me.” Her jaw tightens in anger for not being as strong as she thinks Jack would be.

Nodding he starts the armored truck filled with their weapons back up and they continue on the way to Roswell. “But I thought you kept in touch with three of your friends?”

“Yea but…” Liz takes a final drag and flicks the cigarette out the window. “I guess it doesn’t make much sense does it?” She chuckles low in her throat.

“It makes perfect sense, you’re remembering how you thought you were in Roswell. You think of yourself as weak back then and now that you’re going back you’re reverting back to that old state of mind. That you are a frightened teenager who hasn’t been kicking vampire’s fucking asses for 5 months.” Jack tells her in total confidence.

“Still a teenager though.” Liz distractedly replies.

“True but you’re not frightened. Besides if any of them get on your last nerve you can just kick their fuckin’ ass.” He winks at her and smirks his trademark Jack Crow smirk.

Roswell, New Mexico; 1 hour later; Thursday, 7 p.m.

“So she’s coming back?” Tess questions Alex whose sitting on his bed strumming on his guitar.

“That’s what she told me when she called 10 minutes ago. She probably won’t be hanging out with us to much though” Alex regrettably tells Tess. Shortly after the Future Max incident Liz and Tess had begun to become friends and now they’re closer than Maria and Liz used to be and Tess and Liz have had a long distance friendship.

“It’s going to be a stop, kill, and leave then huh?”

“That’s what it sounds like. She might be able to visit for a day or so but then she has to continue with her team. Not to mention she doesn’t want to be around the others for to damn long, she’s afraid that we’d be burying some of them before she left.” Alex chuckles loudly.

“This is definitely going to be an interesting reunion.” Tess smiles. Max, Michael, Maria, and Isabel have no clue what Liz has been up to all these months. It’s not that they haven’t been curious but they know nothing, because Alex wouldn’t tell them and they didn’t know Tess was in contact with Liz. The Parker’s wouldn’t even tell them anything, all they told the group was that Liz didn’t want any one to know. Tess laughs silently at the chaos that will no doubt ensue when Liz comes back.

TBC

Emerald_iceus: I know it took me a while to get it up I was waiting to get finished with Midnight Rendezvous but it took a lot longer than I though it would. But the good news I have a few chapters done already. I'm currently mapping out Chpt 4. Glad you like it so far.

flyawayraven: Happy you're loving it so far. I'm posting another chapter now, hope that's soon enough.

lizandzackfan: Yea, took a good long while to finally post but it's up now and a now with a new chapter.

orphyfets: When they meet--well you're just going to have to wait and see.

pandas2001: Hell will break loose soon. Promise you that.

WomanofMystery: I've always liked the movie the Forsaken, it's not my fav vampire movie but I thought it was pretty good. There are no such things as stupid questions in my book, so feel free to ask anything. Jack is my fav character from JCV, he's a no nonense take no prisoners kind of guy. He doesn't care who you are if you piss him off he'll hurt or kill you. He started cutting on a priest because he thought the guy betrayed him, that was just a cool moment in the movie.

Chapter 1

Roswell, Friday, 6:17 P.M.

“Did you hear?” Maria plants herself in the normal booth of the ‘I know an alien’ club, which since Liz’s departure had slowly dwindled to Michael, Max, Isabel, and Maria. The expression on Maria’s face was one of non-measurable delight as she waits for the others at the table to ask her about what she heard.

Swigging a gulp of her cherry cola with Tabasco, Isabel rolls her eyes annoyance and takes the bait. “What did you hear Maria?”

“Pam Troy has been one of latest people to turn up missing. The cops are saying it’s related to the other missing persons cases that are on their desks.” She steals a fry from Michael’s plate shoving it down her gullet.

“And that’s good news how?” Michael questions his girlfriend, irritated that she took some of his food without at least asking first.

“Now I won’t have to listen to her brag about how many guys she’s cock-teased over the weekend. You have to know that she’s lying about that…who would want anything to do with that skank?” Maria chuckles.

“Who knows, maybe we should ask Kyle. After all he slept with Liz, she’s no better than Pam Troy.” Max vehemently seethes out. He’s still in shock over what Liz did to him, he saved her life and she repays him by sleeping with Kyle. What kind of person does that…he’ll tell you whom, a slut.

The bell above the Crashdown doors rings causing the group a momentary distraction. They see its Tess and Kyle; Max makes a move like he’s going to stand up but Isabel places a hand on his forearm halting any upward movement.

Maria rises instead and walks over to them. “You’re not allowed here? So turn around and leave.” While granted Mr. Parker hasn’t said that Tess and Kyle weren’t to be let in, Maria has decided to take it into her own hands.

“Well, Maria, this is a public restaurant, and Jeff hasn’t said a word to us about being banned from it, so until we get the word from Jeff we’re not leaving.” Tess speaks down to her and continues on her way with Kyle toward the booth behind the Pod Squad. They want a front row seat for when Liz arrives. She called earlier this morning telling them that she would be there at about 6:30. So now all they had to do was wait for the fun to begin.

Leaning in close to Tess, Kyle asks her a question. “When’s Alex getting here? I know he doesn’t want to miss this.”

“He said that he’d be here a little before 6:30, he has some things he has to take care of first.” Tess explains.

“Well, it’s almost 6:30, he better be coming soon or he’ll miss the four of them having heart attacks.” Kyle chuckles and waits for Liz to arrive.

Outskirts of Roswell; 6:20 P.M.

“Jack hold up a sec.” Liz says to her mentor and leader. The armored truck slows to a stop and turns her head toward Jack. “There’s a nest, in that shack.” Her sides cramp painfully at the closeness of the Goons. That’s the down side to being bitten but not turned, when there’s a single Goon or even a Master near she has small twinges of pain, not enough to take a real notice of but she can feel them. But when it’s a nest it’s an all out pain-fest that lasts about five minutes so she gets the message that Goons are in the vicinity.

“All right, you stay here and the guys and I will take care of it.” Jack tells her, opening the truck door. He still feels guilt over what happened the last time that she went with them. He should have known better, it’s his fault Liz got hurt last time.

“What? No, I'm going in.” Liz argues. There is no way she is letting Jack go in there without her.

Jack sighs out in frustration and glances at Liz, she sweating from the amount of pain that her Goon radar is causing. That means there’s more in there the standard 7-10 Goons. His team would need all the help they could get and Liz was really good at taking the creatures out.

“Are you sure you’re up for it? Not only are you nervous about your friends, your hurting more than normal, and you just got out of the hospital two days ago.” Jack questions concerned that if Liz comes in with them she’ll put herself and the team in unneeded danger.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Liz clenches out through her teeth.

“Like what?”

“Like I'm going to do more trouble than good. It’s bullshit and you know it. I can put my emotions and physical pain aside to deal with what has to be done. Besides you heard the doctors I'm one-hundred percent better.” Liz seethes angry that Jack could doubt her. “Now I'm going…I can take care of myself.” Her voice and expression gives Jack no choice but to agree to have her come in the shack and take out Goons.

“All right. But we have to deal with this fast. Sunset is at eight.” Jack slams the door to the armored truck stomping over to the van and SUV that have stopped behind them.

“Ok, Liz’s radar has kicked in and she tells me that there are a nest of Goons squatting in that shit shack up there. This is going to be fast and brutal, there are more than normal in this hellhole but nothing we can’t handle. Suit up.” He orders as he watches Liz step out of the armored truck her face devoid of any emotion. Jack shouldn’t have doubted her. She’s always been able to push her feelings to the back burner and deal with the problem at hand.

Liz watches as the team suits up in neck protectors, leather gloves, and leather jackets. Her and Jack were the only two that don’t wear the protective gear, Jack because he’s a cocky son-of-a-bitch, Liz because she didn’t need it. After getting bit she was immune to vampire bites and didn’t need all that extra bulk slowing her down. They pull out various types of weaponry that are great at taking down Goons and Masters.

Gary saunters over to Liz; “Do you know if these are the Goons that are terrorizing your old city?” He questions wanting to know, because if it is than they can relax on the days that they’re here.

“I don’t know. Doesn’t feel like it though. I think we got more than one set of Goons taking up shop around here.” Liz informs Gary, her voice shaking slightly, but she covers it quickly by coughing.

“Damn, I was hoping to get some tail on this trip.” He shakes his head and walks back over to the rest of the team.

“You might still get that tail you want. There’s a girl named Pam Troy, she’s really easy…but I’d be careful about diseases.” Liz smiles to herself, then grins wide at Gary whose almost like a brother to her as he puts his neck guard on. There’s nothing better than slaying Goons.

Roswell; 6:45 p.m.

“Where is she? She was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago.” Alex furiously whispers to Kyle and Tess. He’s worried about her; Liz has always been punctual. “Do you think that she ran into some of the Goons?”

“It’s definitely possible. That is the main reason why Liz is coming back.” Tess speaks louder than she intended to and the group in the next booth overhears it, she cringes as she waits for the shit to hit the fan.

“WHAT?” Max turns, “Did I just hear what I thought I heard? Liz is coming back to Roswell.” The three teens nod. “And all of you have been keeping in touch with her?” Again they nod. “How come you never said anything?”

“Because El Presidente it wasn’t any of your business. It was up to Liz who she wanted to know, and it wasn’t any of you.” Kyle finishes his cola and shakes his head in disbelief at the others audacity. How can they think that Liz would want them to know anything about what she was doing now?

Jeff treks out of the back room after just receiving a phone call from Liz saying that she was on her way back, she and the team had run into some Goons but it was taken care of. He walks over to Kyle, Alex and Tess’s table not paying attention to Max’s freak out in the least.

“I just heard from Liz, she had to take care of…” he finally glances over at the other groups table, they’re listening to his every word, “some business with the team and should be here in 10 minutes.”

“Is she alright?” Kyle questions, the last time she went up against some Goons she was beaten fairly badly. The team had gone to check out the basement, since that’s where Goons normally hide while their squatting in a home. While they went downstairs, Liz had stayed upstairs, keeping an eye out for stragglers.

Her mentor Jack Crow had been reckless that day, he hadn’t sent a team to the second to check if there were any Goons upstairs…there were five. They had crashed through the ceiling and beat Liz up when she was too weak to fight back they bit into her and started to drink. Luckily Jack felt something was off and went back upstairs with three members of the team.

It’s taken almost a week for Liz to fully recover. That wasn’t the first time she had been bitten though…the first time was right before she became a part of Jack Crow’s team…if it had been the first time she probably would have become the very thing she hunted.

Jeff speaking brought Kyle out of his memory of Liz’s last letter telling him what had happened. “She’s alright. A little bruised and has a large cut on her cheek, but nothing like the last time.”

“Thank Buddha.” Kyle breathes a sigh of relief.

“I'm going to go put their orders in, their going to want some food when they come back, and your orders should be up soon.” Jeff turns and going back to the kitchen and places Liz and the teams orders so it will be ready by the time they walk in.

Alex begins to nervously tap on the table. “Why does she put herself in danger like that…” he shakes his head in disbelief.

“What’s going on?” Maria whispers loudly, trying not to draw attention from the other patrons of the restaurant.

“None of your business Maria. It’s between family…and that doesn’t include you.” Tess spitefully tells her.

“Well, we’re family so we should know.” Max practically yells at her drawing stares toward the two tables.

“I don’t consider you my family Max. None of you.” While Kyle, Alex, Liz, and Jeff Parker aren’t her blood kin, she considers them her family more than she considers the aliens her family.

5 miles outside of Roswell; 6:55 P.M.

Nick sits semi-patiently in his seat glances at the map in his lap and the information that he printed off about Roswell when they stopped at the library. He turns to Sean who has been driving for 5 hours. “Well, I see a total of 2 cemeteries in this town, they’re fairly close together.”

“Good, we won’t have to go very far to kill the Forsaken then. Is there a hotel near one of em’?” Sean turns to the left, driving them closer to the town.

“Yea, there’s one about 3 blocks away from one cemetery and then one 6 blocks away from the other one. I think I know which one we should crash in.”

“K, when we get into town direct me. Then direct me to the nearest diner. I'm starving.” Sean’s stomach grumbles it’s agreement.

“No kidding.” Nick smirks. He reads through the diner list that he printed reading what has the cheaper prices and is close to the hotel they decided on. “The Crashdown Café looks likes a good choice. Not expensive and within 5 blocks of the hotel.”

“Works for me.” Sean agrees as he continues to drive.

TBC

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orphyfets: Liz arrives at the Crash in this chpt.
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flyawayraven: With whether or not Liz will feel Nick will be found out later. Sometime passed chpt 3.
Forensicschic: My muse has been really active this last month, I'm actually hoping it slows down a bit cuz I have to study and when I get writing I lose track of time.
WomanofMystery: You'll have to wait for Ch 3 to find out if they meet or not at the Crash. Yea I have two stories where Maria's not a bitch and 2 stories where she is...it's the way I balance things.
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Love the FB as usual, hope everyone likes the next chapter. After Ch 3 though the updates will be a little more slow coming out.

Chapter 2

Crashdown

Jeff Parker just cleared a large booth on the other side of his restaurant when loud mostly male voices came cheering from outside. Standing up straight he smiles in anticipation, he hasn’t seen his daughter for 6 months and he missed her.

When Liz had come to him and Nancy requesting to be sent away to Florida…again, he was shocked. He thought she had gotten back together with that Max Evans boy, although he never liked him…always watching his daughter while she working and rarely ever leaving until she gets ready to close. He tolerated Evans behavior since Liz seemed to not mind the attention.

So when she wanted to leave Roswell it caught him off guard. It had been a busy day in the Crash; Liz had stayed home from school for the past few days faking sick. Jeff knew she wasn’t sick but something was wrong with his daughter so he didn’t call her on her lie.

Out she had walked from the back room, her face was blank, he had stolen a glance at a few of her friend’s usual table…they were either ignoring her completely or glaring daggers at her. Liz hadn’t spared them a single look. Instead she walked straight towards him her jaw set in determination.

When she finally reached him she said three words. “Can we talk?”

He hadn’t said a word just nodded whatever she had to tell him…he wouldn’t like it. They walked into the backroom and into his office. There she told him everything, her really getting shot in the Crashdown, Max healing her, Michael, Isabel, Tess, and Max being aliens…all up to the most recent event. The event that made Liz make certain choices, Future Max coming to Roswell telling her she had to save the world by making Max fall out of love with her, and her pretending to sleep with Kyle.

Now he had seen some pretty strange things himself…so it wasn’t that far of a stretch to believe what his daughter told him. That was when she told him that she wanted to leave, not forever just for a while.

Jeff had asked the obvious questions about whether or not Kyle needed to be killed for being in the same bed as his daughter and about school to which she replied that Kyle didn’t need to be killed and that she had called the school three days ago.

She already had enough credits to graduate so the school was going to mail Liz her diploma, as of now she doesn’t go to West Roswell anymore. While Liz’s expression was blank as she was telling him this, her eyes were something different. Jeff could see all the anguish she felt at losing her first love, the anger at the friends who turned their backs when she needed them the most, but also some relief at leaving Roswell behind to start anew.

Not really seeing any choice but to let her go he reluctantly agreed. Before the next week started Liz was gone already in Florida. Besides him and Nancy the only people who knew where Liz went were the three who reached out to her. Assuring her of their loyalty, knowing that she wouldn’t have done what she did unless she had too.

Since then Liz had been sort of forced into another world of strangeness. The world that Jeff thought he left behind when he took his family to Roswell so they wouldn’t have to be in constant danger from the vampires. But he should have known that no place was completely safe.

Now people are disappearing left and right, he knows they’re one of three things, dead, turned, or almost one of those two. Vampires sometimes like to make their victims think they’re going to live then right when that final flicker of hope enters their eyes they destroy it by sucking them dry slowly so they can savor the fear.

Liz had been bitten by a vampire, which was how she got involved with the vampire hunters, luckily for her a team of vampire hunters had been hunting that particular creature for over a week. The vampire hadn’t taken enough blood to turn her but just enough to make her different. She was taken to Monterey where she learned how to fight, how to identify a vampire…while there she found out that there wasn’t just one kind of vampire, there were many kinds of vampires.

A deep laugh brings Jeff back to the present, just in time to see the door being held open and Liz riding on the back of Barry smiling and yelling with joy. Jeff can’t remember seeing Liz that happy in a long time and his heart warms that something has made her smile.

Followed closely behind Liz and Barry were the rest of the team, Jack Crow the leader, Seth the weapons expert, Gary and Robert the twin terrors, Lance the ladies man and expert fighter, and lastly Father Adam, who is both a hunter and there for the religious members of the team.

Jack notices Liz’s father. Jeff had been a part of his team at one time, but when he hit 27 the now restaurant owner wanted to start a family and left the team. “Jeffrey Parker, great to see you again. How long has it been?”

“Almost 20 years.” Jeff smiles and laughs embracing his former leader. It was odd having his daughter follow his footsteps and joining Jack’s vampire hunter team. If he had a choice in the matter he would have wanted his past and Liz’s present to stay as far away from each other as possible but that wasn’t meant to be.

Liz while in Florida she had been attacked by vampires, she had been bitten and some of her blood had been taken. Either the vampire was an idiot, which was entirely possible, or he didn’t have time to finish turning Liz, but whatever the reason not enough blood was taken to change her into a Goon. However that didn’t mean some things didn’t change.

Now she was faster than humans, her hearing and eye sight were far better, her reflexes were astonishing, and she acquired some of the acrobatics that vampires pick up over the years. The most helpful change was her gut instinct…literally. When a Goon or Master was near Liz would get a sharp burning pain deep in her stomach, the warning system aided the team and kept them safer.

Jumping down from her spot on Barry’s back, Liz rushes toward her father hugging him tightly, missing him immensely. She breathes in his scent, grease, musty office, and ocean breeze aftershave, he smells like home. “I missed you Daddy.” Liz whispers finally letting him go staring into his eyes.

“I missed you too sweetie.” Jeff glances toward her cheek; her cut didn’t look as bad as Liz described it, could that be another side effects to her being bitten all those months ago? “We need to get that cleaned up.” Gently he caresses the skin around her cheek.

“I'm ok Dad really, it’s already healing. It’ll be fine in a day.” The guy’s smile at Liz embracing her father, they know how much she’s missed him. Even though Jack had filled the role of ‘father-figure’ well enough nothing could compare to the real thing.

“Go sit with your friends and I’ll bring out the pounds of food I know you’re starving for.” He presses another kiss to her cheek and squeezes her shoulder in a comforting gesture and walks back into the kitchen.

Turning back to group of guys quickly filling the large booth she turns and sees her three friends, Alex, Kyle and Tess all rise from their booth and crowd her giving her hugs and telling her they missed her. While she missed them too she still felt a pang that one more person wasn’t on the welcome home wagon. Before she left Roswell, after the whole Future Max thing she tried to tell Maria about what happened, begged Maria to understand why she had been pulling away from everybody including her.

Unfortunately Maria would have none of it and wouldn’t except her apology for basically ignoring her for weeks. She even attempted one last time to mend the fences with her while she was on the road with Jack learning how to become a Slayer but Maria sent a letter back to the hotel she was staying at telling her to never contact her again. Liz respected her ex-friend’s wishes and never tried to explain again after that.

“I missed you three too. Come on, sit at the booth with us, grab your food and park your butts over with us.” She smiles and makes her way back to the booth filled with the men she’s come to think of as her family.

Within moments Tess, Alex, and Kyle are piled into the booth while Liz makes introductions. Across the restaurant Maria, Michael, Max, and Isabel are staring at how different Liz looks from when she left their small town.

Liz’s clothes were the major difference, she’s wearing tight stonewash blue jeans that showed off her shapely ass, a tight skimpy red tank top that says ‘I Bite’ in black and silver letters, black Doc Martins, and a dark brown leather jacket. Her hair which used to be long and boring was now cut shoulder length in a hip new style that Isabel herself had wanted to try, and her hair was dyed a few shades darker till it looked almost black. The only way you could tell it was still brown was when the light hit it just right.

Obviously feeling the heat of the small Café, Liz takes off the leather jacket and the group can see an armband tattoo that looks like barbed wire, and a scar that runs from her collar bone to a little above her elbow. Liz’s body was toned and tight, whatever she had been doing out of Roswell agreed with her because she looks ten times better then before.

Liz and the group of men she came in with let a loud ‘whoop’ when their food arrives. Eight double cheeseburgers, two mountains of french fries, two pitchers of soft drinks, and two pitchers of beer.

“So Liz? Are you going to stay in Roswell?” Alex questions hoping for a yes, but not entirely sure he’ll get one. After all Liz has made a life for herself, one that he can tell, from the many letters she sent him, that in a way she loved.

Swallowing the piece of cheeseburger in her mouth she stares directly into Alex’s eyes, being completely honest with him. “I don’t know. A part of me wants to stay here, maybe take a break from the Goon killing, but the other part of me loves what we do and doesn’t want to leave.”

Liz pops a fry into her mouth. “That’s partly the reason why I came back, not just to stop whatever’s going on in this town although that is the main reason, but to help me decide where I wanna go. And I can’t do that if I don’t spend time here, because if I stayed away I know what I’d choose, hunting Goons. But I have to face some stuff here first before I make that decision.”

Jack leans forward so as not to have the entire Café listening in. “You know Liz, we can make it without you, I admit it will be fuckin’ difficult but we’d be able to manage if you wanted to take a break for a while.”

“I know you guys would be fine, it’s not even a question of that, I just want to be sure for myself. I don’t want to look back and say dammit I wish I did that instead of doing this. This decision is something that needs careful consideration not fly by the seat of my pants.” Liz tells him taking another bite of her cheeseburger.

Seeing the diner guests thinning out Jeff makes the executive decision of closing his establishment early. It won’t put him in the poor house to turn a few families away tonight; he had the feeling the guys and Liz needed to let loose something they wouldn’t do in front of crowd. It wasn’t because they would be embarrassed, that wasn’t even close but because they wouldn’t want his customers to not come back.

Jeff remembers the days of being a vampire slayer; you’d kill Goons during the day and then get your choice of booze and whores after a hard day. At the time it was the life, he wasn’t naïve to believe that his daughter was still a virgin, knowing the life vampire slayers lead it was wishful thinking to think that let alone believe it. But he did hope she gave her innocence away to someone she wanted too not a local male escort.

As he makes his way to each table explaining the situation of needing to get ready for a private party, he takes a discrete glance at the group of three aliens and one human. They haven’t taken their beady little eyes off his daughter and her friends since they entered the Café.

Jeff walks toward the smaller booth, “It’s time for the four of you to go, Liz and her friends are going to be conducting a party to which you four are not invited. Maria, Michael don’t worry about coming in tomorrow either I'm not going to be opening the restaurant Saturday.”

Liz takes a peek at the shocked group her father is speaking too. A part of her wants them to leave so she can spend some non-worry time with her friends and family, her mother was supposed to be back that night she could hardly wait to see her. However a rather large part wouldn’t mind if they stayed for the reunion wanting to rub their noses in the fact that she was happy with her slayer family and didn’t need them. But that would only prove to them that she cared what they thought of her and she didn’t, not anymore.

“But we’re still eating Mr. Parker.” Isabel puts on her innocent smile that always gets her what she wants, except this time. Jeff Parker has had his fair share of women smile their pretty grins up at him and it doesn’t work in the least on him. The only woman that had that power over him was his daughter, for her he would do anything.

“Nope, sorry Miss Evans, I would like you all to leave now. You can have a free lunch or dinner within a week of this date but you have to go now.” Jeff’s firm but still polite. He stands back a bit to let the group of four rise from their seats and watches as the reluctantly shrug trudge out of the Café. Locking the door behind them he turns toward his friends, daughter, and his daughter’s friends letting a loud ‘Whoo!’ telling them the party can start.

TBC

Forensicschic
Liz2Infinity: Nick is the Michael-look-a-like. Sean is the guy who played Jack on Dawson's Creek and the asshole jock from Final Destination.
orphyfets
pandas2001
Roswell Slayer
WomanofMystery: Yep, Jeff was a vampire hunter working on Jack's team about 20 years ago.

Chapter 3

Liz, Jack and the other’s follow his cry with a joined one of their own. Tess raises her hand and turns on the radio the music pumping through the diner, luckily Jack and the team knew about her alien status so she didn't have to hide anything from them.

Tess rises from her chair and pulls Liz up while she’s still eating her burger. “Come on Liz, its time to shake our asses.” She bounces up and down giddy, a side she’s only shown Kyle, Alex, and Liz, the guys of Liz’s crew stare with delight as her breast jump up and down along with the blonde pixie.

“But food…” The rest of her sentence is cut off as Tess grabs her cheeseburger and puts it back onto the plate dragging Liz out of the booth ignoring her protests.

“You can eat any old time, it’s time to cut loose.” Swallowing her bite of food Liz does what Tess tells her to and lets loose. Her friends watch as Liz and Tess wrap their arms around each other moving their bodies together naturally.

Kyle coughs on his fries as he watches them dance, no dance was too tame of a word, more like dry humping each other to the beat. “That’s hot.” He takes a drink of his Coke chugging almost the entire beverage trying to cool his body down but it wasn’t working.

“Damn right it is.” Lance whispers to them, “You should see Liz when it’s just us guys, one night…” He’s about to continue but he notices Jeff standing off to the side of the booth glaring at him and wisely shuts his mouth not wanting to get on an ex-Slayer’s bad side.

Jack pulls a cigar out of his jacket, lighting it with his Zippo eyeing the blonde pixie dancing with Liz. He wouldn’t mind taking a ride on the express train for a night or more, Jack grins as Liz laughs at something Tess whispered in her ear. Nah, he may want to try out the beautiful teen but she is Liz’s friend, he’s scum and a sleaze, there’s no disputing that but even he won’t sleep with Liz’s friend.

The song ended and Liz and Tess make it back to the table where Liz immediately starts scarfing down her cheeseburger again. She was so hungry, after a slaying her appetite went wild and needed to be satisfied with lots of fattening foods.

From outside the sound of a car door shutting could faintly be heard from inside but it still being relatively early no one paid that much attention to it. Kyle went back to chatting with Seth talking about various types of weapons that are used to slay Goons. Only seconds later there was a heavy rattling of the front doors, being jumpy after the recent fight all Slayers drew their guns ready to blast whatever creature is out there.

Jeff glances out the door windows, standing there was a young man with dark short hair, and a few cuts and bruises. “Put the guns away it’s just a customer.” The ex-Slayer understands their twitchy minds and bodies, when you’re a Slayer you never know if the person on the other side of the door is normal or looking to tear your throat.

Outside the Crashdown; 7:10 p.m.

Nick continues to read the Roswell Times, checking for any more information on the recent disappearances in this small town. “I’ll meet ya inside in a second, I'm almost done reading this article.” He tells Sean distractedly circling another missing person’s report, this time a ‘Pamela Troy’. Damn she looks like a cheap hooker.

“Alright.” Sean sighs opening the driver’s side door, the creek grinding on his last nerve. There wasn’t anything he could do about it though, the Charger is the only car they have available to them, and as irritating as all the creeks and groans are he couldn’t turn down a working car. Besides keeping the car that was owned (stolen) by the Forsaken he and Nick took out brought a sense of pride to him.

Reaching the front of the Crashdown Sean goes to open one of double doors but it’s locked making a loud rattle, unbeknownst to him inside the restaurant eight handguns were drawn and pointed at the door. Sean hears some muffled voices through the doors and a moment later an older man comes to the door. His hair is slightly greasy along with his apron, and his blue buttoned down shirt was marked with a little bit of sweat.

“Sorry, we closed early this evening. We’re also going to be closed tomorrow but the day after that we’ll be open.” Jeff explains, his heart racing slightly after the multiple gun draws.

“Oh, ok. Thanks.” Sean smiles and goes back to the car just as Nick was easing out of the car.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Curious as to why his friend is coming back. They had recently won a few hundred dollars gambling with some of the locals in the last town. He and Sean had been living off Cup-o-Soup for a month; he wanted to eat out.

Sean shrugs his shoulders, “They’re not open tonight or tomorrow, couldn’t see inside cuz of the blinds being drawn but seemed like there might have been a party going on.” He opens the drivers side door, both guys getting into their car, taking off down the main road with a roar going to their hotel to stay for how ever long they’d be there.

Crashdown Parking Lot; 7:12 p.m.

“Can you believe that, Jeff just kicked us out. He’s never done that before.” Maria whines. Before she could continue her complaints there’s a roar of a car engine and the car producing the awful noise blazes passed the Crashdown. “Rude.” She shouts at the disappearing car.

Isabel rolls her eyes, when Liz first left she had to admit that she sided with her bother, who else would she side with, Liz wasn't related to her, Isabel and her weren’t best friends, Max was the only one to side with. However as time went on and Max seemed to lose touch with reality week after week she began to wonder if everything was as it seemed involving the brunette that once dated her brother.

The tall blonde alien hybrid hasn’t managed to gather up the courage yet to speak to Kyle or Liz, after Liz left Max became verbally abusive to the only three people who stayed around him, her, Michael, and Maria.

Before Max had changed it would have been easy to go up to Kyle and ask him a simple question, to get her suspicions of what transpired between him and Liz confirmed. But now she almost broke out into hives thinking about confronting someone. Now ever without talking to Kyle or anybody else she has a fairly good idea about what happened, Alex about two months ago mentioned a Future Max but clamed up immediately after the name was spoken.

From what she gathered from many conversations she eavesdropped on Liz and Kyle had never slept together, it was all a ruse to get Max to fall out of love with her. Apparently Kyle was a part of that plan, it worked really well, but whatever sanity Max had quickly ran away once Liz moved away from Roswell.

A large portion of her wished she could blame Liz for making her brother mentally unstable, but logically she knew it isn’t Liz’s responsibility to keep Max sane. He had to do that on his own. “Maria who cares if he kicked us out, it’s his restaurant and Liz is his daughter. It’s not rocket science.” She shakes her head and leaves the other three in the parking lot; she wants to walk home tonight.

Isabel’s heels click against the sidewalk, the hot air whips passed her blowing her long hair behind her. She stares over at the sinking sun, goodbye afternoon, hello evening. Strolling through the small town always calmed her down, settled her nerves, and today was no different. Suddenly everything fell into place, her mind was jumbled but the air, the scents, and the sights cleared her brain of any doubts or concerns she had.

She, Isabel Amanda Evans, needed to get away from her brother.

Not physically necessarily but emotionally, mentally, he is only hindering her. But could she just cut off from her brother? Yes, she would have too. It was the best thing for her and even for Max. Speaking to Alex, Tess, Kyle, and Liz also is a huge priority; she doesn’t expect them to be friends with her again but maybe acquaintances.

So deep in her own thoughts and musing she fails to hear the fast footfalls behind her and to the side of her. Isabel doesn’t notice till two raggedly dressed, foaming at the mouth with black liquid, fang filled mouth’s creatures jumped in front of her.

“Ahh!” On instinct Isabel raised her arm and used her powers on the two creatures in front of her, immediately they rise off the ground and are thrown back. Breathing hard she turns and runs, she runs back to where someone might be able to help her. The Crashdown Café.

TBC

A.N. Now the updates on this will slow, I have the outlines for Ch 4 & 5 done now all I need to do is find the time to write the actual chapters. Which I won't have time to do until two weeks from now, tests and all that fun studying that comes with it.

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pandas2001
Behrsgurl*87
WomanofMystery: Yep, mentally unstable. You'll find out later on in the fic whether or not she gets involved with the vamp hunting.
rachelg224
Forensicschic: She doesn't meet them yet. I have to get some stuff outta the way first. Did you rent Vampires yet? I know all the XO's I have really haven't been good for Max . But I actually have XO's where he's not an asshole. Granted it's only about 10 out of the 60 or so but at least he gets a break in those 10. I've always had major issues with Max I think it has to do with that whole always watching Liz. That screamed stalker to me which for me is an instant turn off.
Liz2Infinity

Chapter 4

Crashdown Café; 7:17 p.m.

Liz finishes the last bite of her cheeseburger washing it down with a swig of beer. “So Liz, you’re kicking vampire butt, got a whole new look, and are enjoying a nice foamy beer. Anything else that’s changed that we should know about?” Kyle questions. He’s got to admit all these changes are hot and if he weren’t dating a girl from school he’d be thinking of a way to get her into his bed…again…for real.

“Yeah,” she shoves a fry in her mouth, “I'm no longer a virgin and I smoke.” Takes another drink of beer. “Which reminds me I gotta buy another pack. I ran out on the way here.”

Tess glances around the Crashdown; Jeff’s off fixing more food and the music is playing loudly enough. She doesn’t want to ask this question if Jeff can hear, “Who’d you lose it too?”

“The first few times I had sex it was with Jack.” Liz points a pinky at him. She had just joined up with the gang and after her first kill she was wired. Jack kept the other guys away from her all night. According to him he wasn’t going to do anything with her but she was persistent.

“And Liz is such a screamer.” Lance teases, earning him combined glares from his leader and Liz. While Liz’s glare has a hint of a smirk, Jack’s is pure anger. Lance knows when to shut up and now is one of those times.

Jack, as her first sexual encounter was a damn good choice. He told her afterwards that at the very least he wanted her first time to be good and it definitely was. For the next two weeks he taught her some of what he knew. The other members of the team wondered if she would be the woman to tame their wild leader. After those first two weeks they figured out she wouldn’t be the one to settle him down, and she didn’t want to be.

Tess switches her gaze between her friend and her friends mentor. Jack isn’t classically handsome; he almost has a used car-salesmen quality that on another man would make her feel like she needed a shower to wash off the slime. But the edge he has masks the slime potential. His face is scarred, no doubt from hunting a good portion of his life, and hard. Tess is sure he can make the most hardened criminals shiver in fear with only a frown.

The blonde wondered what Jeff would do if he found out his baby slept with his buddy. While it’s doubtful he believes Liz is still a virgin, to know she lost it to a guy close to his own age would be too much for him to handle. Tess pours herself a glass of coke and doesn’t say a word, she only nods and moves onto a different subject.

Liz is thankful Tess didn’t say anything more about her time with Jack. She isn’t ashamed of what they’d done together but not being ashamed and telling her father are two different things entirely. Her mentor isn’t exactly the kind of man Dad wants her to be friends with let alone have sex with. Jack is a very hard and cold man, got that way after he killed his father who’d become a vampire.

He was only a kid when his Dad was bit, the senior Crow kept that fact from his family for three days. By that time he was into the change and already becoming the soulless creature he hunts. His father killed his mother than went after Jack. And he did the only thing he could do, after that he was never the same.

Jack is the love em’ and leave em’ type, the only attachments he allows himself is his team. Liz doesn’t think he’d be able to handle any more than that. It’d be too many people to care about, too many people to look after. A part of her wonders if he still feels an attachment to her father. He’s no longer a member of the team and therefore not one of his concerns.

“Next week you gotta come to the school, have lunch with us or something.” Alex offers. Admittedly he wants to show his friend off a little bit. There is hardly a single person in this town who didn’t believe Liz would remain a small-town girl forever.

Liz nods. “Yeah, sure. Sounds like fun.” She grins about to bring another fry to her mouth; she’d like to check out the reactions that she’d be sure to cause. The fry comes within a hair breath of her lips when she picks up the sound of fast moving feet with her sensitive hearing.

Kyle watched in awe at how quickly Liz went from carefree and fun to cold and dissecting. Slowly she slides from the booth, the other team members on instant alert. Again for the second time that night the door rattles. A glow appears around the lock and Isabel bursts through the door falling to her knees in relief and crawls toward the center of the room.

Liz bypasses Isabel’s fallen figure; her eyes never leave the double doors. Jack pulls his gun, climbs over the table and rushes to Liz’s side ready to back her up against any Goons stupid enough to enter. She opens one of the doors and listens to the various sounds of the evening. A quiet sigh of relief floods through her, she didn’t pick up anyone or anything following the alien Princess. “Clear.” She shuts the door and locks it.

The team holsters their weapons and stare at the girl shivering on the ground. Alex, Kyle, and Tess surround their ex-alien friend. “Isabel, what happened?” Tess asks, kind but firm. “You need to take a deep breath and calm down honey.”

“Things, they were people, but they weren’t. Oh God, black goo was dripping from their mouths. They had fangs, I ran. What the Hell were those things?” Isabel embarrassingly shrieks. Liz winces, cursing her sensitive hearing.

Jeff cautiously comes up beside Isabel and helps her onto her feet. “Come on Isabel. Let’s get you something to drink. You need to calm down and then you can fill us in on what happened. All right?” He smoothly eases away some of her worry. Gently he rubs her back and leads her away from the dining area. When Isabel is behind the swinging door Alex asks Liz why the vampire or vampires didn’t follow Isabel.

“Goons want easy prey. Having to chase after them is too much work for them. Lazy fuckers.” Liz scratches at her neck before turning to her leader. “Listen why don’t you and the guys go to the motel. I’ll stay here tonight.”

“You sure?” He’d order his team to stay at the Crash if Liz asked but she shakes her head.

“Nah, I’ll be fine. Kyle, Alex, and Tess will probably want to stay with Isabel and I doubt she’ll want to go anywhere tonight. And if I decide to continue hunting then I wanna spend some time with them while I can. Trust me, if you guys stay here you’ll be bored. At least back at the hotel you can order hookers and booze and not worry about wakin’ anyone up or anyone walkin’ in.”

“All right. We’ll be here tomorrow at 11 am. Re-con. Be ready.” With a jerk of his head the rest of the members of the team stand, hug Liz, and leave the diner to head to their vehicles. Jack’s about to leave as well but stops before walking out. He puts a hand on his waist and stares down at her. “If you need anything you call. The team and I will be here. Don’t be handling an Goon problems by yourself.”

Liz sighs, “Jack—“

“Don’t argue with me. I’ve lost enough people I care about. I'm not about to lose anymore.” If he’d been a softer, sweeter man he would have caressed her cheek, gently kissed her, tell her to be careful, and that’s she’s the closest he’s come to loving a woman. But he’s not a sweet man; he’s not a gentle man. Violence is his world, his life, and that’s the only way he knows to express his emotions. Gripping Liz’s chin loosely he kisses her roughly, eating away at her willing mouth.

As abruptly as the kiss began it ended, leaving Liz breathing hard to an empty doorway. With heavy breaths she closes the door locking it again shutting the night away. “Okay what the hell was that about?” Tess points to the vacant doorway. Kyle and Alex have since gone in the back to check on how Isabel’s doing.

“You mean the kiss?” Liz bites her lower lip, slides her hands into her back pockets and walks forward to Tess. “Jack and I…” She sighs, there is no her and Jack and there never will be. “We’re complicated.” She knows that won’t be enough to satisfy her friend.

“I get that. What I saw at the door definitely wasn’t simple. It’s obvious he cares about you more than a team-mate, how come you aren’t together?” She wonders.

“Jack isn’t long-term, let’s be together material. Wish it was different but if it were he wouldn’t be Jack. He’s great if you gotta itch that needs to be scratched and scratched real well.” She smirks. “But if we got together on a long-term basis we’d drive each other nuts. He’d get antsy only being with one woman or being tied down and eventually he’d stray. And when he strayed I’d kill him. So we don’t work on the dating exclusively level, but on the screwing level we’re great.”

“I hope he wasn’t that rough with you the first time.” Concern for her friend’s safety forefront in her mind. If he hurt her she’d fry his balls off and shove them in his mouth till he choked on them.

“No, hardly. He made sure he didn’t hurt me. When we’re alone he can let his guard down more than when he’s around other people.” She shrugs. “Shall we see how Isabel’s holding up?”

“Yeah, are you going to tell her about vampires?”

“I guess. What choice do I have? Don’t really have any other believable explanations.” Together Tess and Liz enter the backroom where Kyle and Alex are simultaneously rubbing Isabel’s back. She’s drinking tea and her nerves seem to be less frazzled.

Hearing Liz and Tess come in Isabel raises her gaze. “What the fuck were those things?” Now she’s not one to swear, hardly if ever do curse words cross her lips but in this instance ‘fuck’ is the perfect word to use.

TBC

A.N. I was actually contemplating when I first began writing this fic in making it a Jack/Liz pairing. But as I thought about it some more I couldn’t see Liz being the woman to tame Jack or at least tame him enough where he wouldn’t get antsy being with one woman. So even though Ch 4 might elude otherwise Liz is still going to hook up with Nick.

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orphyfets
Forensicschic: There will be Nick and Sean in the next chapter. There are two fics that are Max-friendly that will more than likely be posted 6 months to a year.
WomanofMystery: Well here's some of Isabel's reaction. There will be more reactions later.

Thank you for the great feedback. Hope everyone enjoys this next chapter.

Chapter 5

Liz licks her lips, eyes Isabel with skepticism, and twists her mouth up in thought. “Do you really wanna know? Once you hear this information you’ll know till the day you die, which may be in the immediate future if you say yes.” She gives her an opportunity to say no, that she’d prefer to stay ignorant and continue on in her normal alien Princess existence.

“No, I have to know.” Isabel swallows hard bracing herself for how shocking this news must be for Liz to give her an out.

Nodding her head Liz accepts her answer. She pulls up a chair, as she’s sitting she stops for a split second realizing before her butt touches the seat that she’s still out of cigarettes. “Dammit, hold on.” Liz briefly leaves the room entering her father’s office. She’s gone for a good three minutes but comes back out with an open pack of cigarettes. “Knew he had some.”

“When did you start smoking?” Their confused friend asks. Never in her life would she have believed that Liz Parker would take up smoking. Those two things did not mix but here she is lighting up and inhaling the tobacco.

“After I saw my life flash before my eyes.” She quietly glides over to her chair, Tess has taken a seat next to the couch, while Kyle and Alex are seated either side of Isabel. “Well, first thing you outta know is that vampires are real.” Liz waits for the statement to sink in; she sees the exact moment it does.

Isabel breathes out slowly a few times trying to keep her shock from bubbling out of her mouth. Whatever she expected Liz to tell her that wasn’t even in the top one hundred. Once she knows her shock is fully contained she speaks. “Vampires? They’re not just myths they’re real? Fantastic.”

“Yep.” Smoke curls from her mouth and nose giving Liz a sinister look. All she’d need now is red eyes to complete the evil persona. “Ready to hear the rest?”

Nervously Iz nods, she’s heard the most difficult part of this information now all there is are the facts to back all this up. She’s handled “evil” aliens; FBI agents, Max, and going on a date with a zit that wouldn’t disappear because her powers were so new. Yeah, she can handle this.

“Ok.” Liz leans forward resting her elbows on her knees. “Here’s the deal, vampires, or at least the Goons I hurt are some of the lesser known vamps. Mostly you’ve heard about Dracula, Lestat, and Jean-Claude these Goons aren’t anything like that. They’re not romantic, they don’t sleep in coffins lined with taffeta, holy water and garlic don’t work on them.”

“Then how do you kill them?” Isabel questions. If she ever runs across those—Goons again she wants to be able to kill them and not worry about being killed herself like she was tonight.

“Some of the legends are true, stake through the heart is damn effective, so is sunlight.” Liz reaches over to a table and pulls the ashtray off flicking a long piece of ash into the crystal container. “First rule of hunting never go face to face with a Goon alone—unless you have no other choice. Goons are very strong, it’s why we go in teams when dealing with a nest.”

“How’d you get involved in all this?”

For a long while Liz stares at the burning tobacco, so long Isabel and the others wonder if she’s going to answer the question. “After I left here I went to Florida, again. Lived with my Aunt for a couple of months. One night while walking home from work—I didn’t have enough money for a cab and even if I did I doubt I would have called one. It was a nice night out.”

She coughs, takes another drag from her cigarette before stamping it out in the ashtray. “I was only five blocks from my Aunt’s place when I got jumped from behind. The Goon didn’t wait a second before his fangs were in my neck sucking me dry. Fortunately for me a team, not Jack’s, was coming along at that moment. Found out that they hadn’t even tracked the vampire to that area, they weren’t supposed to be in that part of town. Anyway they killed the Goon. Normal procedure is to also kill the person that had been bit. Except something stopped them, not sure what but I woke up a few days later at a mission.”

“Jesus, why would they want to kill you just because you were bit? Wouldn’t the place you woke up in have an antidote? Or something to help you?” The alien Princess asks.

Liz chuckles slightly. “Nope, couldn’t exactly ask them either because by the time I woke up they were already on their way to another city. While I was in and out of consciousness they kept checking on me to make sure I wasn’t turning. To this day they can’t explain it but I have my suspicions.” She lights up another cigarette. “When the Father took my blood, he saw changes each and everyday. But it wasn’t a normal mutation of the blood cells when turning.”

“Are you saying that…” Kyle speaks up this time. Much of what Liz is telling them he’s already heard but this is a piece of news that is new even to him.

Liz only smirks. “My cells turned green, like Max’s when I looked at them under a microscope. While the church officials told me that the Goon didn’t have enough to drink a sufficient amount of my blood I knew different. Or at least what made more sense. When Max healed me he changed me, so I'm now an alien hybrid, at least halfway. A few days later, after I was told I wouldn’t turn I took some of my own blood.”

Tess had never heard that part of the story before, why didn’t Liz tell them. This is information that they should have been in on. “How did the people that saw your blood react?”

“They explained it away as a normal mutation of the vampire gene figured I would get some Goon behaviors, which I did, but otherwise I’d remain human. Never considered that my blood might have an otherworldly explanation.” She focuses solely on Tess now. “Don’t worry hon, they don’t believe in aliens nor do they believe I am an alien. And because of their own paranoia of not wanting anyone to find out about vampires unless necessary they destroyed the samples and records they took on my blood.”

Tess nods breathing a sigh of relief, good to know the FBI wouldn’t be breaking down the door any second to take them to be experimented on. Death would be a welcomed alternative. “So what happened when you took your blood?” Getting back on target.

“When I put it under the microscope my cells were green but they were also different than Max’s. My blood had mutated and showed signs of the vampire disease. Basically I didn’t know what I was or Hell if I wouldn’t continue to change.” Liz leans back into the chair. “After a couple more days at the mission, they offered me the opportunity to become a member of a team over in Monterey. I jumped at the chance.”

“Where was your Aunt during all this? Wasn’t she worried when you didn’t come home?” Alex raises an eyebrow in question.

“Of course. Thankfully the priest called her, found her name in my cell phone memory, spoke to her and said that I had been attacked, I was doing all right but felt safer at the mission. They talked for a few more minutes and he convinced her that she didn’t need to come down. Before I left I talked to her, told her I was going to Monterey, thanked her for taking care of me and left.”

Liz is involved in telling Isabel, Kyle, Alex, and Tess the whole story she doesn’t hear the swinging door open behind her until the person standing there speaks. “Elizabeth Claudia Parker. Young lady when you called me last week I told you to quit smoking.” The stern voice reprimands. “Now come give me hug.”

The brunette twists her head over towards the voice, turns her chair, smiles and stands, cigarette still in hand and hugs the woman she hasn’t seen for almost a year. “Hi Mommy.”

TBC

Upcoming Chapter (not set in stone; can change):

Chapter 6: Nick and Sean arrive at their motel for the night. One of them bumps into Max and Maria. Liz reunites with her mother and continues to tell Isabel about Goons.

Chapter 7: Next morning, Isabel wakes up and is greeted by a surprisingly normal morning at the Parker’s. While Liz gets ready for the re-con mission with the team.

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Luna_Seer: For now Liz's Goon hunting will be kept from the others (Max, Maria, & Michael), I'm not sure when or even if they'll find out.
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WomanofMystery: Yes, Liz's Mom knows about her daughters hunting.

A.N. Thank you for the great feedback, love it. This chapter is a little shorter than my other ones; also the Liz scene is getting pushed into the Ch 7. It would have been longer but I had to type my paper and that unfortunately took precedence. Hope everyone enjoys this chapter.

Chapter 6

Crash Landing Motel; 7:30 p.m.

“Hey I'm going to Mickey D’s. What do you want?” Sean shrugged on his dark blue buttoned down shirt leaving it open. His white t-shirt underneath is coated with dust. If he didn’t want to bring attention to himself he’d forgo the over shirt.

“Two Big Macs, large fries, and a coke.” Nick tossed the bags on the bed. He wouldn’t bother unpacking, what would be the point? In a week they’d be on their way again.

Sean grabbed a twenty from the wad of cash in his pocket. He and Nick recently quit the two jobs they got to get some money. At times they were so broke they had to steal but for the most part they were able to get jobs to keep from pulling the five-finger-discount everywhere they went. “All right. I’ll be back. Try not to get into too much trouble while I'm gone.”

“Trouble? Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” Bullshit he knew, doesn’t mean he had to acknowledge it.

“Right, when I went out to get dinner you found a pretty little thing with a big fucking boyfriend and he started kickin’ the crap out of you.”

“That was simply a misunderstanding. The poor girl was choking I was helping her.” Nick smirked.

Sean rolled his eyes. “Uh-huh. You were helping her with your tongue? Yea that’s how I help a choking victim.” With a shake of his head he left the room.

When Nick’s partner in Forsaken hunting left he took his weapons bag and set the guns on the table. Almost two years ago some bitch at a party bit him. One stupid mistake and his life was forever changed to the shit existence lived now.

Thankfully the cocktails continued to work on him, he didn’t know when his time would run out but he hoped it was a long while from now. Nick sat back in the overly plush chair lining up the firearms and bullets, in everything else he was disorganized but in hunting he was almost rigid. He couldn’t afford to be anything else.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t creative at taking the Forsaken out, the first time he took Sean out, after he’d been bitten the night before, on that bright hot morning he used a shovel on that bitch in the trunk. Just because he’s able to go with the flow didn’t mean there weren’t rules he liked to stick by.

Carefully he began loading the firearms one by one, two years ago the only thing he had to worry about was starting his sophomore year of college. Then the party happened and no more normal life, no more happy future.

Now he lived one day at a time, searching and hoping…yea he had hope, just because it wasn’t likely he’d ever find the Forsaken that started his journey didn’t mean he gave up on hope all together. He remembered a simpler time, he had two parents who loved him, a little sister who was a pest but he’d never trade her in for another one, even had a dog that he threw Frisbee’s too.

Nick’s eyes burned with unshed tears, he couldn’t think about them now, he had a job to do, after this was over he’d go back to Washington reunite with his family. He promised Erica, his sister, that he’d come back, he wouldn’t break it.

Outside McDonald’s; 7:40 p.m.

Sean hurried out of the Charger, he was hungry, and they hadn’t grabbed a bite to eat since this morning. As he was walking in someone accidentally bumped into him.

“Oh, scuse me.” A dark haired kid that reminded him of an asshole he knew of when he was in high school apologized.

“It’s alright.” The blonde behind him practically growled in annoyance at the dark haired guy and pushed passed him hurrying to a jeep a few spaces away from his car. “Don’t mind me.” He shouted angry at her attitude.

“Sorry about that. She’s had a difficult day, I'm Max.” He held out his hand.

Sean stared at the hand for him and decided to shake it, after all, this guy hadn’t been rude. “Sean. What’s her problem anyway?” Curiosity got the better of him.

“An old friend of hers showed up, she’s a real whore, while we were together she slept with another guy and completely shoved Maria,” he pointed to the blonde huffing in the jeep, “out of her life not telling her what was going on.”

“Wow. Sorry to hear about that, but you really should tell her not to take her anger out on innocent bystanders.” Sean quirked an eyebrow at him before turning around and heading into the restaurant.

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A.N. This chapter’s really short I'm sorry, that’s just the way it worked out.

Chapter 7

Crashdown Café

Liz held on tight to her mother, as the older woman whispered to her. “Oh my beautiful baby girl. When your father told me what happened I was so worried.” She stroked her hair lovingly. Gently she pulled back and looked closely at Liz’s face. “My brave girl.” Nancy ran a finger over the almost fully healed wound.

“I'm okay Mom. I promise. It wasn’t nearly as bad as last time.” Liz informed her immediately regretting it.

“Last time?” She stared into her daughter’s vibrant golden eyes. “What in God’s name happened last time?” This was the first she’d ever heard something like this.

Liz winced, “Did Daddy not tell you? Cuz I didn’t mean to say anything.”

“You tell me.” Nancy demanded.

She sighed not even bothering to fight her stubborn mother. “Last time I kinda, almost—died.” Nancy put a hand over her mouth in shock. “But really it was only a little dead. I was fine in a couple weeks.” Yea so she drooled at the sight of blood for a few more days after and big deal she stayed out of direct sunlight for a week. Nothing serious.

“A little dead. Lizzie there is no such thing as a little dead. Your father knew about this and failed to inform me?” She fumed. How dare Jeff keep this from her.

Liz tried to appease her mother but nothing could help the anger flaming in her eyes. “I'm sure Dad just wanted to protect you. After all I was fine and he knew—or might have gotten the absolutely insane idea that you’d overreact.”

“Oh I'm going to overreact all right.” Jeff was not going to like how she overreacted to her baby, her only baby, almost dying. She hated that Liz became a part of Jeff’s past life. He quit to keep her away from that but when Liz told them she’d be fighting with Jack—Nancy figured it was in her blood.

Calming a little Nancy took in the other occupants in the room; Alex, Tess, and Kyle she expected but Isabel she didn’t. Her being there made no sense. “What is she doing here?” She didn’t want anyone who hurt her daughter whether it be emotional or physically near her.

“It’s okay Mom,” she was saying that a lot lately. “Isabel was attacked outside by Goons. I’ve been getting her up to speed on what’s what.”

Nancy believed Liz but felt she had to make sure Isabel understood exactly where she stood. “All right,” she stared the tall blonde directly in the eye. “If I hear that you breathed a word of this to that sniveling little rodent you call a brother I will make sure those will be the last words you say to anybody.” She threatened.

Tess snuck a glance toward Isabel and watched as shock gave way to understanding and acceptance. “He won’t hear about this from me. I promise. Max and I aren’t exactly on speaking terms as it is.” She assured the group.

“Good.” Nancy didn’t bother to mince words. Liz’s safety, privacy, and to a certain extent sanity was on the line. If Isabel said a word to Max he’d be poking and prodding into matters that were private and could get Liz killed if she were distracted. Max could even be caught in the crossfire and if he was hurt Liz would feel unbelievable guilt that she couldn’t protect him.

If Liz thought she was safe from her mother’s temper she thought wrong. “And you,” She rose her gaze as if to say ‘who me?’ “You promised you’d quit smoking.” Nancy plucked the cigarette dangling from her mouth.

“I never promised, and I never said how much I’d quit. I’ll you know I'm down to a pack a day.” She knew that wasn’t what her mother wanted to hear but that was all she could give her.

“How much were you smoking before?” Kyle asked.

“About two packs. Killing Goons is stressful work, had to find some way to keep my wits about me. Smoking gave me something to do.” She shrugged her shoulders, Liz took the cigarette back from Mom and put it right back into her mouth.

“Liz you know how I feel about smoking in the house.”

“I know, that’s why I'm only going to smoke down here or outside. Promise.” She held her hand up. Although Nancy didn’t like it in the least she relented, Liz would only quit when she wanted to, and now wasn’t it.

Dropping the subject Nancy moved to stand by the stairs. “Why don’t all of you come upstairs. There’s probably still some ice cream left in the freezer…that is if Jeff hasn’t eaten it all yet.” Before she began her ascent she looked at Isabel. “Are you going to head home or would you like to have some ice cream with us?”

Liz saw her stare of uncertainty and spoke up. “Actually Mom I offered her the opportunity to stay here tonight. After the attack I didn’t think it’d be safe for her to go out there.”

Mom was reluctant to allow Isabel into her home, but the confidence Liz had in her eyes broke down any worries she had. “I’d have no objection to that. In fact it might not be a bad idea to stay the night.” If she stayed than Liz wouldn’t feel like she had to escort the alien princess home and probably get ambushed herself.

“Thank you Mrs. Parker. I’ll be out of your hair by 9 tomorrow morning.” She promised.

“Oh don’t be ridiculous. Sleep in as long as you want. As long as Liz doesn’t mind you being here neither do I. There’s no need to be rushing off.” She told her. Nancy went upstairs with the five teenagers following behind her all wanting dessert.

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Chapter 8

Next Morning; 8:37 a.m.; Parker Apartment

Isabel sat alone in Liz’s room; she’d woken up ten minutes ago but still hadn’t gathered the courage to leave the privacy the room offered. Through the closed door she could hear happy voices, laughter, and the pangs of cookware from the kitchen. With Max not there to verbally harass her she felt lighter, like she could join in the fun only a room away.

Determined to get her life back to what it was before she flung back the covers and made her way to the door that separated her from the action.

“So there Lance was his pants around his ankles, when out of no where this pissed off Goon jumped out from behind a pile of dead bodies. Blood dripping from its mouth and Lance ran away tripping over his pants, piss ran all down his legs. He never peed out in the woods again.” Liz tossed the empty orange juice carton in the garbage.

Alex choked on his juice but managed to swallow before he drowned in apple juice. “That is hilarious. What happened with the Goon?”

“Jack got his gun, the one that fires the stakes, rammed it into its heart. Black goo spurted from the edges and the Padre was in the jeep, dragged that crispy critter out into the quickly fading sunlight and fried the fucker. There’s nothin’ like freshly fried fang face.”

“You make it sound like it’s great to have for breakfast.” Kyle stood straighter and modeled a fake box. “Want to meet a vamp face to face but don’t want that unpleasant side effect of dying? Try ‘Freshly Fried Fang Face’ guaranteed to give you that satisfied feeling without putting your life in danger. Pick it up at your local grocery store today.”

Tess, Alex and Liz were in tears from laughing so hard. Liz bent over shaking while struggling to control her tittering. Isabel’s bare feet shuffled along the carpet in the hallway bringing their attention to the empty doorway. In seconds it’s filled by Isabel’s presence. “Hey Isabel. Want some breakfast? We’re makin’ omelets and pancakes with sausage…that is if Kyle can finish mixing the pancake batter.”

“You can’t rush these things, besides my philosophy is why bother making breakfast when you can go to the IHOP down the street. Or even better the restaurant your friend’s parents own.” He continued to stir the mixture in the bowl.

Liz rolled her eyes. “Yea that’d be fine if I hadn’t lived off fast food joints and 7-11 slurpies.” She pushed off from the counter grabbing the bowl from Kyle. “I want a home-cooked breakfast and I'm going to get a home-cooked breakfast.”

At the moment Nancy came into the room, “All right outta of my kitchen. Go watch cartoons while I make the food.”

“Oh Mom you don’t have to do that.” Liz argued but Mom shook her head.

“If I want breakfast before dinner time I better take over.”

“Thanks Mrs. Parker. And just for future reference we’re too old for cartoons.” Kyle told her. “Now it’s all about the sophistication of ‘The Mighty Morphin Power Rangers’.” He ran to the living room and changed the show from Bugs Bunny to Power Rangers.

Alex snorted rudely. “Please, Bugs is the best, way better than Power Rangers.” He stole the remote from his friend changing the channel back to where it was, good quality programming. Watching Bugs trick Daffy Duck, pure genius. “This is the one where Daffy is on a piece of paper and someone keeps changing the scenery and outfits. Turns out it’s our favorite rabbit.”

“But,” Kyle took the remote back. “This is classic Rangers, back when Rita was the bad guy and Putties were causing mayhem. Much better than a bunny and duck.”

While Alex and Kyle continue their argument over what’s better Tess, Isabel, and Liz look on in amusement. “How bout we settle this for them?” Tess suggested.

“I'm all for that.” With a wave of her hand the taller blonde alien sent the remote flying into Liz’s hands and Tess flicked her wrist changing the channel to Charmed.

“Hey!” Both boys shouted at the same time.

“We like the witches, it’s staying on the witches.” Liz told them, they’d either have to accept it or whine about it.

“Give it back Liz.” Kyle rose from the floor.

“No.” She laughed holding the remote firmly in her grasp. If he wanted it he’d have to come and get it.

Without warning he leapt over the couch landing in front of Liz. Smiling she ran for it, as she ran around the living room she shoved the remote into her shirt. Then she stopped smirking at her friend. “You want it come get it.”

“You think that’ll be enough to stop me? I’ll reach in there.”

She didn’t say a word; only smiled a dashing grin at her former boyfriend turned best friend. “You don’t have the guts Valenti.” To tell the truth she really had no clue what Kyle would do, he could go either way in this situation.

Kyle, with no hesitation reached forward, dragged Liz forward by her shirt, turned her around and reached into said shirt. Trying his damndest to get the remote to change it back to what he viewed as classic television. However he didn’t take into account that Jeff could come up stairs at any moment and see his hand down his daughter’s shirt.

“Want to tell me why your hand is groping inside my baby girl’s top?” Jeff’s voice was cold as steel and it was not a tone to be messed with.

“Hi Daddy.” Liz giggled.

“Mr. Parker.” Quickly he took his hand out. “Liz was hiding the remote and I went to go get it.” That sounded so lame after he said it he put his head in his hands. “You know I’ll save you the trouble and throw myself out.” He smiled tightly.

“Dad be nice. He’s telling the truth. I didn’t think he’d actually go in after it.”

“Please Lizzie. You’re a beautiful young woman, what teenage boy in their right mind wouldn’t go after it?” Jeff rose his eyebrows. “Kyle stay, why don’t you set up the table. But no more putting anything of yours in any place on my daughter.” He made sure the young man understood before helping out Nancy in the kitchen.

An hour later, after breakfast the phone call Liz had been waiting for came. It was Jack, he’d be by to pick her up so they could check out the shit shack where Goons and hopefully a Master squatted. In a less than a half an hour she’d be back to what she loved, taken care of vampires.

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Upcoming Chapter: Liz and Nick finally come face to face. While Jeff overhears something he wished he hadn’t.

Chapter 9

Stakeout

Jack stood with his binoculars watching the shack a few hundred feet down the road. Looked like every other New Mexico shit-hole, he lived for this job but this was the part that he could do without. If he had his way he’d burst in guns blazing, Goon toasting as he went along searching for Masters.

Liz leaned against the weapons truck and bathed in the hot sun moaning blissfully at the warm rays penetrating her skin. The kiss last night was a mistake, not only did it make her want more of Jack it threw her off. Not enough where it was obvious but she could feel that she might slip up.

She was creeping back into that mind-set of being lovers with the Slayer leader. That’s dangerous, no question it was dangerous. One wrong move and her father would know she had been with his friend intimately and the shit would hit the fan.

Cringing Liz rested her forehead against the back doors of the truck. The cramps were getting worse; there were a lot of Goons and maybe one or two Masters hiding out in there.

“You’re not looking so good darlin’.” The deep rumble of Jack’s voice cut through the pain.

“Boy you sure know how to flatter a girl don’t you?” She turned away from the truck to face him. He grabbed his favorite weapon when hunting and stared at her.

“Saying it like it is.” But he didn’t say anymore than that, all he did was stare. Jack knew if he ordered her to stay out with the trucks that she’d become violent.

Liz nodded pushing away from the steady warmth of the steel truck, stepped closer to the open back and loaded up with weapons that would take out Goons left and right. “You mention anything about staying put I swear I’ll shove the barrel of my gun so far down your throat you’ll need surgery to remove it from your ass.”

“Wasn’t going to say anything about that. Not that I don’t think it’s the best idea.”

“You’re pushin’ it Crow.” She hated arguing with Jack-sometimes, unfortunately he had some issues with women taking charge of themselves that couldn’t even be beaten out of him.

Off on the other side of the truck Seth played with his ear piece connecting him to Jeff listening in at the Crashdown. He’d wanted to hear everything, Seth figured it was one of two reasons, the first he’d been out of the hunt for so long that he needed that little bit of action even if he wasn’t in the thick of it. The second being he wanted to really know how Liz was doing in Jack’s unit.

“Check 1, check 2. Copy?” He spoke into his microphone.

“Loud and clear.” Jeff reported back. It’d been too long since he heard a Goon fight, too long since he’d been the one pulling the punches, shooting Goons full of holes, and shoving stakes through their hearts. He missed the good old days.

“You don’t know when I'm pushing kid.” Jack’s voice reached Seth’s ears. “This is not pushing.”

“Hmm, guess the two are at it again. Don’t worry Jeff they normally fight like this before a Goon battle.” Seth reassured the father listening on the other end.

Back behind the truck, unaware of the two eavesdroppers on the other side Liz shot back. “Oh really, I wouldn’t know when you’re pushing? What do you call the last few months? Gentle nudging? Please you push all the time and think you’re not. You think you’re spontaneous and unpredictable but you are as predictable as they come.”

“I seem to recall quite a few unpredictable moments between us.” He hissed.

“Oh you’re bringing that up? Yea, it would have been unpredictable if your dick hadn’t given your plan away.” Those few weeks-and a few times after that-sleeping with Jack while wonderful and unbelievable wasn’t a surprise. His happy place stood up in his lap acting as a warning to her that he’d be coming for her in minutes and to get ready.

“Never heard you complainin’. As a matter of fact heard you call to God a few hundred times, gave my ego a huge boost.”

“As if your ego needed more stroking.” Slowly the arguing between them lessened. Even the bickering back and forth wasn’t new. They did it before every battle, it had become a tradition, and got them fired up for the physical fight ahead.

Liz coughed clearing her throat. “Why did you kiss me last night? The last time we slept together we both made it clear that we wouldn’t do anything sexual with each other anymore. That kiss was gearing me up for the sexual.”

“Seemed like the thing to do. Plus it’s unlikely we’d do it again. Last kiss type thing, closing the door.” He admitted.

“That door was blown wide open as opposed to closed tight.” She told him. “I'm not going to fall into that are we or aren’t we hole again. Did that-a couple of times before, not even with you.” Liz shrugged. Holstering her handgun she lifted her hair up into a ponytail. “I’ll tell you this though we’re hot in bed together, hot outta bed, but we’d never work and I know that.”

“Good, it’s better that you know.” He nodded, settled the crossbow over his shoulder and left the truck to watch the shack again.

Seth cringed, that wasn’t the best conversation to have Liz’s father hear. “Mr. Parker?” No way would he call him Jeff, he remembered his manners.

“Seth, tell me I didn’t hear what I just heard.” His voice came out calmly but anger laced.

“Okay you didn’t.”

“Now you’re lying to me. Jack fucked Liz.” There not a question there for Seth to answer, he knew full well what occurred between the older man and Liz. “My best friend screwed my daughter.” Didn’t sound any better and still there was no question there.

“Mr. Parker. May I suggest you look at it this way-at least you know Jack took care of her-being your daughter after all.”

“Seth…that did not help.”

“Yes sir.” Great he probably made the situation worse for them. After Jeff got finished with him Jack and Liz were going to kill him. This was turning out to be such a great day.

“Don’t tell Jack that I know. Understand?”

“Yes sir. No telling Jack.” Oh the boss would be pissed but Jeff scared him more.

10 minutes later

On the other side of the small house Nick and Sean stood guard, watching the house for any movement. They’d been there for five minutes formulating a plan to go around the joint checking things out before they went in much later.

It’d been decided, they’d do a quick sweep around the place, leave till a little before dusk, come back to the house-follow the Forsaken if need be, which the need would likely arise. Forsaken weren’t known for staying in one area for too long. After that when it neared dawn they’d lead them to a cemetery near by and wait for sunrise. Laid out like that it sounded easy but it would be anything but.

Nick tipped his head toward the house and off the duo went. Dust kicked up as they jogged quietly, only the fall of their heavy boots could be heard but those thumps were muddled with caution.

2 minutes later

“Alright everyone ready?” His team nodded. “Let’s go.” Jack strode forward, Liz and Father Adam behind him, with the other members of the team following them, minus Lance, who was out by the truck ready to pull a Goon or better yet a Master out in the bright sun. Quiet and quick the team moved. They reached the door with no problem but Liz stopped Jack once they were on the porch.

She put a finger to her lips signaling silence. A creak, a tiny insignificant creak reached her ear. It came from the other side of the house. Couldn’t be a Goon, not even a Master, it was broad daylight out. Liz took her weapon out cradling the familiar cool metal in her hands. Her finger rested beside the trigger prepared to shoot whatever or whoever was there.

Alone she split off from the protective group keeping close to the house. Not the best move considering what squatted in there but she wasn’t too worried. All the Goons should be sleeping like all evil bloodsuckers.

Another creak from the side of the house confirmed the presence. Reaching the edge of the house she stepped out gun pointed straight ahead. “Michael? What the hell are you doing here?” When did he change his hair back to the mullet style? Wasn’t he growing it out this year? That’s the way it looked when she saw him in the diner.

“Who the hell’s Michael?” The guy questioned rudely pointing his own firearm at her.

“If you’re not Michael than why don’t you tell me who you are?” If she was going to shoot him the least he could do was tell her his name.

Maybe it was a shapeshifter, were they still in Roswell? She suppose it was possible but if he was a shapeshifter did the other’s know about it?”

“Not that it’s any of your business but the names Nick. Who are you and why are you here?”

“Liz and real-estate shopping.”

“Do you always real-estate shop with a gun at the ready?” He sarcastically spat.

“Yes, real-estate agents can get quite pushy. It’s here to make sure they keep in line.” She shot back. This asshole gave her irritation meter a work out. “So what’s a big strapping boy like you doing out here all alone?”

Another guy came out from the back of the house holding a gun on her. “He’s not alone. Now why don’t you put your gun down and we can have a nice calm conversation.” The new guy reasoned.

“See I would but I'm not alone either.” She could feel the guys come up from behind her weapons raised and ready for action. “I seem to out-number you. I’ll tell you what, you two gentlemen put your guns down and me and mine won’t riddle you with holes.”

“Well damn.” Nick breathed in deep. Not good.

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