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Title: It Has to Start Somewhere
Series: The Havoc Series
Series Summary: Liz, Buffy, and later Isabel, cross into many different fandoms causing chaos, heartache, and doubt in each one, making many enemies and few friends.
Placement: Story 1 of 16
Author: Dez/Jezebel Jinx/VampireQueen21
Category: Roswell, w/ small XO’s (so far) with Charmed, OZ, and BTVS; Liz-centric
Rating: Adult (violence, adult situations)
Pairing: Liz/Multiple couplings
Summary: Liz finally snaps and begins to blow down the walls of her limits, but besides evil, what else has she become?
Warning: This is not the feel good fic of the year, I'm kind of nervous about posting it because Liz can sometimes be pretty out-there-crazy. There is some slash and Liz getting it on with various people (nothing too graphic.) And lastly Liz will be killing people, she isn’t just rebelling she is going full out evil and she’s enjoying it. Also there will be mental torture, and nobody is safe. Even though some, as the fic continues, may seem safe from Liz’s wrath that can change at a moment’s notice. If any of these things bother you please do not read further.
Note: This isn’t a new fic, I’m just reposting this here. I’ll be posting a new chapter once a month (usually the first Friday of the month).
Disclaimer: I own nothing, please don’t sue me.

Chapter 1

With her hands in her pockets and the wind whipping passed her lifting her hair up to flow freely behind her Liz’s mind bubbled and churned as she sauntered down the street. It was such a beautiful night, not a cloud in the sky; stars were clear and vibrant, burning brightly. The air was warm but it had a crispness to it that wasn’t common in Roswell.

Sirens reached her ears, she saw the flashing lights but she barely registered them as they hurried down the road. Liz watched as three, four, five-six police cars zoom passed her, they had to be on their way to the base, the base she blew up. That’s right, that she blew up.

Little Lizzie, Perfect Parker blew up the facility housing hundreds of Federal Agents, tonight was the night she finally snapped. It felt good to let go, Hell she didn’t even feel remorse, but then again why would she feel guilty, she killed Tess Harding in that explosion. Yea, killed her dead, maybe she better explain how she became a murderer before going any further. All of you’d like to know right? Of course you would.

--Earlier that night--

Tess should have been grateful; she spared her life by not voting to hand her over to the FBI, God knew that she wanted to though. She’s a murderer; her best friend was lying in the cold ground, maggots eating his body wrapped in a coffin lined with silk, dressed in his best suit, because of her. But no, she couldn’t be grateful; she had to fuck Max Evans till he was nothing but a puddle of well-screwed asshole.

Now Liz didn’t only blame Tess, not by a long shot, how could Max still be attracted to her after what he knew she did to Alex? When she found them together moments ago after hearing a light bang and a muffled moan, low and behold there was her “boyfriend” the man she thought she loved and who she thought loved her back, going at it with the blonde gerbil bitch, again. It was then and there that her plan began to take form.

Quietly, so as not wake anybody or attract the attention of the rutting animals in the next room, she shuffled over to the couch and lay down and brought her legs into the fetal position, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. All the while she formulated a game plan, Tess had to die it was as simple as that. Michael, Isabel and Maria had the right idea; she should have sided with them.

It wasn’t long before Tess came to “wake” her up; Max must not be one for extending the pleasure. What she or Tess ever saw in him she had no clue, probably his sculpted abs…that was all he really had going for him.

“Liz,” Tess whispered, “why didn’t you vote with the others? You have every reason to want me dead, why spare me?” She desperately wanted to know.

As much as Liz wanted to tell Tess about her new look on life, she couldn’t, not yet, so she went with what Tess expected to hear. “I'm not a killer Tess.” Not yet anyway, but later tonight, that would change.

“I need a favor from you.” She whispered.

That’s how Liz came to be sitting in the car next to Tess, gripping the steering wheel imagining it was her neck. “I saw you and Max earlier tonight. What was it, a pre-suicide fuck, cause I gotta tell ya he doesn’t seem to hold out very well. Thought you might want to know I knew, after all he is my boyfriend, well he’s not going to be for long.”

Tess opened and closed her mouth trying to speak but nothing came out, for a few minutes she looked like a fish out of water. Until finally her vocal cords seem to kick to life again, but what she said was nothing profound, pity since these would be her last moments, Tess should have at least said something memorable. “I'm sorry, it just happened. I needed that time with him again, I know you’re mad but…”

“Oh no, I'm not mad, or even upset about that, it was just the last straw you know, the last straw in a huge fuckin’ pile of straws.” Liz giggled a sound Tess had never heard outside of the movies the kind of laugh those psychotics gave before they hacked their victim to pieces.

“What are you…”

“Tess, you are going to die, just not the way you thought.” That was the last thing Tess heard except for Liz’s delighted and gleeful laughter as she mutilated her body with the carving knife she took from Isabel and Jesse’s apartment. Ten minutes later she tossed Tess’s body 50 feet over the chain-link fence, that was something she didn’t think she could do, she’d definitely have to look into that. Then she thought of a fire with her mind lighting various flammable objects around the base causing the explosion.

--Present--

As Liz climbed her ladder up to her balcony she slipped a little, Tess’s blood, still wet and sticky on her hands didn’t help the grip she struggled to keep on the rungs. Her heart rate was even and calm, she felt nothing toward Tess’s death, nothing about what she was going to do to everyone she’d ever cared for. Nothing except glee.

She crawled over the wall and onto her balcony, immediately she heard her phone ring. If her parents were home they would be charging into her room demanding to know who would be calling at 2:30 in the morning and the reason for the call.

The ringing continued until her answering machine kicked on-

“Liz it’s Max, where are you? I came out to the living room and you weren’t there. I’ve tried your cell phone and even woke Maria up but she didn’t know.” Sigh. “Please call me back, I need to know you’re all right.” Click.

Right, he just want to make sure that she didn’t see his little 2-second screw with Tess, he wanted to make sure she’s still wrapped around his little finger. Her days of being his and everyone’s lapdog were over, never again would she be a doormat.

TBC

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A.N. First off sorry I didn't update yesterday, I was busy all day and didn't have a lot of time, then I fell asleep really early. For those who are unfamiliar with Ryan O'Reily he is a character from the HBO series OZ and he won't have a very substantial part until later stories. This character is such a scumbag but he has a charm about him that makes me like him. Also I'm changing the updating schedule a little since I'm almost done with chapter 13, instead of one a month I'll post once every three weeks.

Chapter 2

Liz stood under the steaming hot water of her shower; Tess’s blood slid down her body and was sucked down the drain. The water was more pink than red almost looked like lemonade, hmm, she should buy some pink lemonade. She stayed in the shower for almost an hour till all the blood was washed away, all evidence of murder gone.

Turning off the water she stepped out of the shower to be greeted by the sound of the ring of her phone echoing through the room. Why couldn’t whoever was on the phone leave her…

“Baby, pick up, come on Liz, I know you’re there,” pause “…shut up asshole. Babe I need to hear your voice.”

Slowly Liz wrapped the large red terry-cloth towel around her midsection listening to the voice of the man she heard every week. She met him a year ago when he was out of prison but then he had to go get stupid and mow down a bunch of people killing a few of them. Ever since then they had an over the phone relationship.

“Liz, I’ll call you back next week, probably Wednesday, please be there baby. You’re the only thing that keeps me relatively sane in here. Bye.” Click.

Liz sat on her bed staring at the phone. “Ryan,” she whispered to an empty room. O’Reily, Ryan O’Reily, 33 years old, drug user, murder, and her brief time lover, brief as in he got put in jail a week after they slept together. Shaking her head she chuckled lightly even a year ago she started to lose her mind to the dark side, while yes it mattered to her about Ryan killing people and using drugs it didn’t stop her from growing to care about him and want to be with him.

There was a certain charm about Ryan O’Reily, no one knew about them, no one except her father who found her at his apartment one night. O’Reily tried to kill Jeff for barging into his place interrupting his time with ‘his girl’. After her father dragged her from Ryan’s bed he had to go and get high running over a few people only to be thrown in prison.

She pressed her lips together breathing through her nose; in that week and a half they were together she had found a part of herself that she hadn’t known existed. Oh she kept that piece of her hidden from the others view but it was always there. And every week like clockwork O’Reily managed to talk a guard into borrowing his cell phone so he could call her more than allowed. Most of the time it was during the day but sometimes, like tonight he called into the late night hours when it was supposed to be lights out.

Normally she would have answered but tonight was different; she didn’t feel like listening to O’Reily talk about the latest freak out that happened in OZ. Nor did she want to talk about the murder she committed; oh she wasn’t ashamed or had idiot thoughts about turning herself in. It was nothing like that; she just wanted to savor her naughty deed. This was hers and she was in a no-sharing mood.

Not knowing what else to do Liz rose from her bed making her way to her dresser took out a long T-shirt that stopped mid-thigh. She dropped her towel on the floor it made a heavy wet sound as it hit the carpet. Like normal she put the shirt on over her head calmly pulled it down passed her waist to let it fall to a stop at her thighs.

Incredibly high off her kill she giggled crazily practically skipping toward her bed. Liz pulled back her bed covers and crawled under the warm quilt her grandmother made her cocooning herself in the blankets breathing in the clean scent of her sheets. Tired she finally closed her eyes letting the darkness flood over her even while drifting off to dreamland.

--Three Hours Later [6:17 a.m.]--

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

“Liz!” Bang! Bang! Bang! “Liz are you in there? Is Tess in there with you?” Max yelled from the other side of her parent’s apartment door.

Yawning Liz shuffled over to the front door but before she could have a chance to open it Max used his powers to break into her home. “Jesus Christ Max you couldn’t wait two minutes for me to get to the door and open it for you? Oh right, you’re the two-second King so I guess two-minutes would be pushing it right, big boy.”

She scratched her head and left Max, Maria, Michael, and Kyle in the doorway, not inviting them in or telling them to fuck-off. Coffee, what she needed was coffee. Following slowly behind her, her friends took fleeting glances around the apartment.

“Liz where’s Tess?” Maria questioned Liz staying as far away from her as possible, not knowing why but feeling safe around Liz seemed to be a thing of the past. A switch had been turned inside Liz and now Maria didn't want to be within five hundred feet of Liz.

Liz turned, “Tess? About yay-high,” raising her hand up to the top of her head, “blonde hair, blue eyes, tends to spread her legs for anything that moves, killed my best friend a year ago?” She shifted her eyes around the room. “She isn’t here, but what do you wanna know?” Smiling as she poured her cereal into a bowl starting by eating it dry.

“Do you know where she is? You both left last night…” Michael asked resting his hand on the counter. Liz’s demeanor had changed severely since last night; she’s more relaxed and confident it just jumped her sexuality up hundreds of points from the basic one to ten scale.

Liz nodded, “Oh yea, I know where she is. There’s nothing left but…wait there are a couple things left of hers, sit tight.” Calmly she left the kitchen, walked into her room grabbed a small dishtowel, a blood-soaked towel, blood-soaked towel of Tess’s blood.

Holding it in her hands she sauntered back out to where the group of four were waiting. She tossed the towel at Max, “That’s all that’s left, you’re welcome to keep it as a memento of the bitch.” The microwave dinged signaling her coffee was done heating…well the water part anyway.

“This is blood Liz.” Max whispered clutching the crusty dried towel in his hands, unsure of what to do.

“Very good Max, now what’s this,” Liz reached into the basket in the kitchen where she placed her keys last night before taking her shower, hanging from one of the rings was Tess’s finger. She jingled the keys and tossed it back into the basket. Humming she made her coffee smiling at the aroma wafting up from the steaming cup acting like she showed them a bottle of water instead of a severed appendage.

Maria backed up slightly staring at her friend with wide eyes. “What did you do Liz? What did you do to Tess?”

Liz snorted and curled her lips into a large smile. “What didn’t I do to poor little Tessy?” Turning she sipped at the hot coffee enjoying the burning liquid coursing down her throat. “Lets see, I first sealed shut her vocal cords so she couldn’t bring attention to us.” She sighed, “Which is really sad you know because I wanted to hear her wailing and begging for mercy, but you gotta give up some of the pleasures if you want to continue with no interruptions.”

Max’s jaw dropped listening to Liz talk so casually about killing someone. “Then I took out the carving knife I took from Isabel and Jesse’s place, can you tell her that I’ll have it cleaned and get it back to her tomorrow?” The four people standing in her kitchen doorway nod. “Great, thanks.”

Kyle inched forward, somewhat scared of Liz but at the same time completely turned on. “Umm, I know I'm going to regret this but what else did you do to her?”

“Sliced and diced her and tossed her over into the base blowing it up.” Liz sighed leaning against the counter curling her hands around her mug warming her cool fingers. “It was so pretty, the rest of her body exploding into a beautiful fountain of blood, flesh, and bones. Mmm. You had to be there.”

“Yep, I regretted it.” Kyle murmured.

TBC

Hey everyone, there's an important Author's Note on my Author's page, it explains my absence. There is a link to the thread in my signature and it's on page 2. Now here's the next 2 chapters since I missed a couple posting times.

Chapter 3

--1 hour later [7:24 a.m.]--

The group had left her home fifty minutes ago, backing away slowly from her, trying, she guessed, not to provoke her. Please, like she even had the energy to kill them at 6:30 in the morning, no one kills before 11 a.m. it’s like bad manners or something. Another knock sounded on the door. “Ugh, hold on.”

Liz stomped to the door irritated as hell that her morning wasn’t being enjoyed to its fullest extent. Rising up onto her tiptoes she glanced through the peephole and out into the entryway, standing there all tough and rugged was Ex-Sheriff Valenti in his light blue button up shirt, tight blue jeans and cowboy boots. All items that scream yummy when draped around him.

She brushed her hair back with her fingers and stared down at her T-shirt wrinkled from last night’s sleep. Biting her lip she opened the door, “Morning Mr. Valenti, to what do I owe the pleasure?” She raked her gaze up and down his body, he may not be the Sheriff any longer but he still got some exercise in. Liz moved back to let Jim in, she watched him walk inside. Mmm, that was one fine ass. Oh yea had to exercise to keep that butt in fine shape.

“Uh, maybe you should get dressed Liz. I can wait while you do that.” Jim stared at her tanned shapely legs her crotch barely hidden from his roving stare was it getting hot in here or was that just him? The shirt she was wearing, an article of clothing that probably wouldn’t have given him the strong reaction he received if it wasn’t on her nubile young body made his jeans extremely uncomfortable.

Liz decided to ignore his suggestion and closed the door behind her. “So what brings you here this early in the morning, I could have still been sleeping.” She giggled.

“Max and Maria came to see me this morning, they didn’t want to go to the police with this accusation for obvious reasons.” He placed his hands on his hips, forcing himself to be authoritative. “Want to tell me what you think they told me?”

A wolfish grin broke out over her face as she sauntered over to Jim till she’s close enough to rest her hands on his chest. “How about I tell you what I want to do right now?” She leaned up and whispered into his ear one of the many things she wanted to do with him and his body.

Without her knowledge the spell was cast on him, he wanted her yes but he wouldn’t have taken any initiative or at least not this soon. She took his hand in hers and led him to her bedroom inching her shirt up as she walked backwards all the while staring into his eyes smiling the entire time with Jim following willingly.

--Four hours later [11:35 a.m.]--

Walking with a slight wobble she leaned against Jim as she walked him to the door, well, more like he carried her to the door while licking and nipping her ear. “Mmm, I definitely need to see you again Liz, not just in alien meetings.” His husky voice sent delightful shivers down her already happily spent body.

“Hmm, definitely Mr. Valenti, now what was it that you wanted to talk to me about before we got all sidetracked?” Liz bit his strong jaw, his barely there whiskers tickling her lips.

“I already have my answer, there is no way you could have done what they say you did.”

“And what exactly did they say I did?” Did she want to lie to him, no way, she wanted to shout her accomplishment from the rooftops, but would it be more fun to string the ex-Sheriff along for a while and break the news at a later time? Later, definitely later.

Jim shrugged slightly nervous and embarrassed that he even believed Liz could be capable of what they accused her of. “That you cut Tess up and killed her, dumping the body in the base that exploded this morning.”

Liz laughed. “Do you really think me, a regular human could hold down Tess, a powerful alien, with one hand while cutting her up with the other? Or that I could sneak onto a heavily guarded base to ignite Tess’s body to cause the explosion?”

“I didn’t believe it but I had to check it out, the cop in me couldn’t help that. But do you know why Max and Maria would say this about you?” He gazed at her with a worried expression.

“Max is upset with me because I told him that I didn’t want to see him anymore. It’s obvious that little Zan needs to come first. And then with Tess coming to me and begging me to drive her to the airport so she could leave all of us in peace, well Max couldn’t handle two women leaving him so he had to lash out on the one that was still here.” Was that too much? Would Jim buy it?

Jim nodded, “It makes sense, Max never could take rejection very well.” He caressed her cheek with his palm thinking he’s comforting an obviously distraught Liz. “But why would Maria agree him and go along with his lie?”

Sniffling Liz turned her back to Jim, she hoped he thought the reason was to not see her cry but it was so he couldn’t see her grinning wildly. “Well, lately Maria’s been getting closer to Max at first I thought she was being a good friend to him but now it seems like she’s wanting more from him. I think she was trying to get him away from me and now that he’s telling untrue statements about me I think she feels he’ll turn to her sooner if she goes along with it.”

Jim’s heart goes out to her; lovingly he wrapped his arms around her keeping her pressed to his body. “Oh Liz, I am so sorry this is happening to you, I’ll take care of everything.” He kissed the top of her head.

“Please you have to protect me from them. With Maria and Max going off the deep end I don’t…I don’t feel very safe, except when I'm with you.” She mumbled using everything she had in what she had come to call her ‘Weakling Truck of Tricks’. So far it was working perfectly, Liz could hardly wait to see how everything unfolded.

“Don’t worry Liz, they won’t hurt you. Why don’t you stay here for now and I’ll call a meeting this time and set the record straight with everyone.” She turned in his arms.

“You’d do that for me?” She raised her innocent doe eyes, with just the right amount of tears welling up in them.

“Of course.”

TBC

Chapter 4

Liz stood there while Jim made his phone calls to the rest of the group to have them meet at the Evans, since they now knew their children’s secrets they wanted to be a part of everything. So now there she was “waiting” for Jim’s call to tell her everything would be all right. Yea right, like she was going to wait for anything.

After taking another shower Liz dressed into her normal jeans, t-shirt, tennis shoes, and jean jacket, it was time to go shopping. It’s time for change, what’s the point of being evil if you didn’t at least dress evil? Liz left her apartment and went to the Crashdown, empty today, and stole the money from the register out front and the safe in her father’s office. Putting all the money in her back pockets she headed to the mall.

--Evans’s Home; Two hours later; [1:46 p.m.]--

“So did you talk to her? Did you see what we were talking about, she’s crazy.” Max practically begged Jim to confirm what they heard that morning. The only reason he didn’t go to the police was because he, Michael, and Isabel would be brought under scrutiny.

Jim leaned against the wall of the living room, “Yes, I did talk to her Max, got her side of the events, and she couldn’t have done what you and Maria accused her of. She was so upset that you would even think that let alone say it.” He defended his new lover.

Maria stared at Mr. Valenti wondering what the hell kind of spell he was under to believe Liz and not see how nuts she had become. “Michael and Kyle were there, they’ll tell you what they heard.” She whipped around to her ex and possible future stepbrother.

Michael stood there with his arms crossed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Maria, I heard nothing like that. Liz expressed anger towards Tess yes, but she didn’t say anything like what you told Valenti about.” He wasn’t about to get Liz in trouble for something he had wanted to do himself.

Maria narrowed her eyes as her jaw dropped, “Kyle? Come on, tell your dad what you heard Liz say she did.” She whined quietly. How could Michael tell Jim that Liz never said those things, she knew he heard the words clear as day.

Kyle glanced over at Michael, then to Maria, and finally to his father. “Michael’s right, Liz never said anything like that. I mean come on Maria, she would never do that Liz just doesn’t have that evil inside her.” Liz was the only person that had never turned her back on him; he wasn’t about to turn his back on her.

Diane Evans spoke up unsure what the people in her house were talking about. “Why don’t you fill us in, Phillip and I seem to be in the dark.” She rested her hand on her husband’s leg needing the comfort of him.

Isabel stood near the entryway with Jesse holding his hand in hers; she too was in the dark wondering what this whole meeting was about. Here Valenti, her brothers, and two friends were arguing over Liz and something she had supposedly done or not done. “We need to know too Max, what’s going on?”

Her brother sighed and ran his hand over his hair. “We were wondering where she and Tess were last night, I called her as soon as I saw they were gone but no one answered her home phone or cell. I remembered her parents were out of town on some vacation or something like that…”

“Come on Max, get to the point. From what I understand about what little I’ve heard time is not on our side.” Isabel glared at Max, their sibling relationship had lately been getting back on track, but that immediately went down the drain the second she heard him fucking Tess in her guest room with Liz a room away.

“When we got to Liz’s apartment she was there and she was different. There was a confidence about her that I’d never seen her demonstrate.” Max told them but all Isabel did was roll her eyes.

“So what, so she’s confident now that Tess is gone, where the harm in that?” Jesse stared at his wife curious as to why she’s getting so worked up over the situation. He’d never seen her act that way, normally her anger was masked by teasing but not now.

Maria scoffed, “It wasn’t just that, when she let us in…”

“Actually Maxwell broke in, but continue.” Michael corrected Maria.

“Fine he broke in with his powers but…”

“Wait, you broke into Liz’s apartment? That was something she didn’t tell me when I stopped by to check out your story.” Jim told them, although they didn’t really talk much after five minutes of him being in her parent’s home. God how could he sleep with her in her parent’s home. She’s his son’s age, he was definitely going to get in big trouble for all this, but a large part of him didn’t care in the least.

Max stared down at the floor embarrassed that all of a sudden this meeting that had started because of Liz killing Tess had now been changed to a meeting about his actions which in compared to Liz’s pale in comparison. “Yes, I did, but that’s not the point, Liz was literally giddy this morning and all she could talk about was how she killed Tess and how she caused the explosion at that base.”

Baby Zan cried out his father’s voice waking him up from his nap, but before anybody could go and comfort the little guy Liz burst through the Evans door in a whole new outfit smiling broadly. “Afternoon all.” Seeing Jim was still there she ambled up to him her smile firmly in place and planted a passionate kiss on his lips.

The shocked group watched in awe as Liz and Jim stuck their tongues down each other’s throats, while they’re busy they look at Liz’s outfit. Tight low-rise black leather pants that brought out the perfection that was her ass, two-inch thick black boots, and a dark blue shirt that showed off her smooth and newly pierced stomach.

Max and Tess’s child continued to cry, “Aww poor baby. I’ll go take care of him.” Her smile returned to its normal sweetness, that glow of innocence she had before the aliens came into her life. Liz began to walk toward the Evans’ bedroom not noticing everyone’s blatantly staring at her.

“No, you are not going near my son. You killed Tess, admit it so everyone here knows you’re a sick human being that needs to be put down.” Max snarled at her grabbing her arm digging his fingertips into her upper arm.

“First off Max, you need professional help, you can’t take the fact that we’re over, I saw you last night with her f…making love to her,” She had to pretend she was still little miss sweetie pie, “and you wonder why we’re not together? Second, I would never hurt Little Zan, he’s an innocent child and can’t help who his mother is…” she leaned in closer so only he can hear, “was. And lastly if you don’t get your fucking hands off me I will rip your arm out of its socket and beat you with it. Clear?”

With strength Max didn’t know she possessed she pushed the once love of her life away from her and onto the coffee table breaking it with his body. Sending him a glare she left the room to take care of Zan, she might be sick, perverted, and wickedly crazy but she didn’t have the desire to hurt a child, even a child with a bitch of a mother and a pompous holier than thou King for a father. She didn’t so much as care for the child’s safety and well being, it just wasn’t high on her list of priorities to kill the little squalling baby.

TBC

Chapter 5

To Max and Maria’s shock Liz came out rocking the calmed child whispering a soft lullaby to him coaxing him back to sleep, her finger engulfed in his tiny fist. “You’re so handsome, you’re lucky you don’t have your Daddies ears, you’d get teased forever,” her heart tugged at his precious little face lost in dreamland.

“Give me my son.” Max demanded brushing the pieces of wood off his body. Unbeknownst to everyone in the room Liz cast a small spell to make everyone forget her pushing Max onto the coffee table only moments ago. He’s shocked when Liz shrugged her shoulders and handed him his son gently and with loving care.

“Max can’t you see Liz would never hurt Tess let alone her child.” Jim stood behind Liz resting his palm on her low back slowly guiding her back behind him protecting her from Max.

Maria stared at Valenti and Liz, she watched as Liz stroked Jim’s arm; “Did you sleep with Valenti Liz? Is that why Jim doesn’t believe us about you killing Tess, because you waxed his dick.” She narrowed her gaze wishing for some of her sniffing oils right about now.

“Quiet Maria, you’ll wake the baby,” Liz whispered, “and no that’s not why he believes me, he believes me because I didn’t do anything to Tess.” Nothing she didn’t deserve anyway. God she hated slipping back into one inch of that uncomfortable skin known as her former self.

“How could you sleep with Jim, he’s engaged to my mother, he’s old enough to be your father, he is Kyle’s father, and…and he’s old.” The rest of the group watched the scene transpiring between Maria and Liz and Jim and Max.

Liz rolled her eyes, backed away from Jim crossing her arms over her chest. “He’s not old Maria, if he was soooo old he wouldn’t have been able to fuck me for four hours. And he certainly wasn’t older than your summer fling with…oh what was his name…oh right, Allen Masters right?” She whispered discretely in Maria’s ear.

“Yes,” she too kept her tone quiet. That summer she wanted to be wild and spontaneous, sleeping with an older man while she was still technically dating Michael was all that and more. Now Maria couldn’t even look Michael in the eye. “I told you that in confidence Liz, how could you just blurt that out?”

“Oops.” An evil grin crept across her face which made the rest of the group wonder, not only want to know what she was saying to Maria but also if she really did only sleep with Jim to make him believe her about not having anything to do with Tess’s disappearance. “Now, let’s see he was also old enough to be your father right?” That time she spoke louder.

“You know that.” Maria choked out. “Where are you going with this?”

Liz pulled out a manila folder from under her jacket, which she draped over a recliner when she entered the Evans’ home. “I went and visited your mother before I came here. She’s very drunk by the way and it has to do with what is in this envelope.”

“Did you hurt my mother?”

“No, she’s fine, sleeping off her drunken stupor on the couch, but before she passed out she asked me if I knew about this Allen Masters summer fling. See apparently she wanted to know what was going on with you and why you were so distant lately, so she took a peek at your diary.” Licking her lips she’s about to continue when she noticed she had everyone’s attention.

“My mother knows. She’s going to kill me, is that why she was drunk?” While knowing Liz was no longer her friend and confidant she’s still the only person whom knew what was going on.

“Not entirely,” she absolutely loved that she’s the center of attention now, “you see she was drinking herself to the point of oblivion because you had a summer fling, full of rolling in sheets, fucking up a storm sex with your own father. Yea, the father that abandoned you and your mother all those years ago…”

“Stop, stop it, no that’s not true, no.”

Liz didn’t stop talking only wanting to drive that nail in further. “…the man that you bragged about to me about fucking you so much you could hardly walk for a week.” Maria fell to the ground holding and shaking her head trying to stop Liz’s words but they continued to come.

“Your mother found out everything that you did because like an idiot you wrote everything down in your diary, I mean shit I don’t even do that. If I did Michael would know about so many different fantasies I had when he stole my journal a couple years ago.” She leaned down on her knees getting in close to Maria’s ear.

“You’re lying, you have to be lying. Allen Masters in not my father.” Maria’s voice was weak and cracked betraying her actual thoughts.

“No I'm not, didn’t it seem odd to you that he has the same birthmark as you in the same spot as you?” Liz plopped the down envelope in front of Maria on the floor. “It’s a trait that your father’s family has, according to the documents his sister has it, his mother has it, his grandfather has it, and you have it. Mmm, seems pretty cut and dry to me.”

“No,” Maria whimpered tears ran down her face. “Please tell me you’re lying please.”

Liz shook her head ‘no’. “Nope, it’s all right there in the envelope.” She patted Maria’s back in false concern. “There, there. How could you not know, you would think there would be some indication in your brain…or maybe you just get off that kind of thing.” She shrugged her shoulders again. Indifference proudly displayed on her face. “Anyway, your mother found out and since she obviously knew who your father was she drank herself silly.”

Maria didn’t speak any longer all she could do was cry and shake. When she was with Allen nothing jumped out at her saying that this man was her father, nothing. Yes, he had the birthmark but many people have birthmarks didn’t mean that they were related. How could this be happening to her, she could have gone on knowing nothing if…if Liz hadn’t opened her big mouth.

Clenching her teeth she turned her tear stained face toward Liz and with a warrior like yell she lunged at her once best friend, tackling her to the ground. “You bitch, I’ll kill you.” Liz laughed wickedly in her face as Maria tried to wrap her hands around Liz’s neck but Liz was able to hold her back with ease.

Giggling uncontrollably Liz raised her foot and placed it on Maria’s stomach lifted her up and over so Maria landed hard on her back. Liz stood up and kneeled next to her seething friend. “Oh Maria, can’t take the truth now can you. You never could, I told you about my attraction toward Michael you said no Max was the only one for me…even though I didn’t really want to date Michael he was just cute. I told you about my mother hating me and you said no my mother was the best mother there was, and more recently I told you about your father and you’re whining and blubbering like a weak child.”

Maria rose to her feet and charged but was met by Liz’s spinning kick flinging her to the floor again. Without bothering to look at Maria she turned her back on her and sauntered over to Jim. “Come by later tonight. I need another ride.” She whispered pulling him into a kiss stroking his mouth with her tongue. Yea, so she revealed he cards she held to everyone in the room. She’d deal with it later, right then she wanted them to know how much she changed, she wanted there to be no doubt.

Although she’d been completely cruel and utterly vicious to Maria Jim couldn’t help the moan that escaped when Liz brushed her hand over his stomach and teased the top of his jeans with her finger. “Nine?”

“Nine’s good for me.” Giving him a final peck she grabbed her jacket and left the shocked and disgusted group.

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Chapter 6

Liz practically skipped toward her car, she couldn’t believe Maria actually bought that she had sex with her father. All she had to do was plant some seeds, well more like a whole forest and Maria blubbered like a baby. Laughing she eased into her car, pushed her keys into the ignition and started the motor, music filtered out through the speakers.

At one point Liz never would have lied to her best friend and as far as she knew Allen Masters wasn’t any more Maria’s father than Liz’s own father. She knew about the birthmark Masters had on his thigh because Maria showed her pictures of them swimming in his indoor pool.

She hadn’t gone over to the Deluca household, hell Liz didn’t even know what Ms. Deluca was doing right now, but she doubted Amy was getting drunk. Last she knew Amy was working at her store today blissfully unaware of the torture Liz just inflicted on her daughter.

She pulled out of the driveway and rolled along the residential street gazing out her window at the children playing in their yards with their parents. Liz hadn’t gotten far from the Evans’s when her cell phone rang, sighing she reached down and without looking at the caller ID answered. “Hello?”

“Hey Liz.” Michael’s voice sounded through the phone.

“Michael, what’s up?” Her voice silky and seductive, Liz knew exactly what she was doing to him even through the phone. Many thought she couldn’t be sensual or sexy but they’d be wrong, dead wrong.

Coughing uncomfortably clearing his throat Michael asked her the question that had been on his mind for the last few minutes. “Maria really didn’t sleep with her father did she?” He thought he knew the answer but he wanted to hear it from Liz.

“That depends, where are you right now?” Not wanting to say anything if he was being overheard by someone, namely Max or Maria.

“As of right now, walking home by myself.” He admitted.

“Then the answer is no, she didn’t as far as I know. Allen Masters is not her father.” She told him, not wanting to lie to him, which disturbed her more than the torture she did to Maria. The last emotion she hoped to feel was caring for a person when it caused her so much pain before.

“Then how did you get those documents that claimed Masters was her father?” Confused and desperate to be let in on the secret that was Liz.

Liz turned down her street driving toward the Crashdown, “Being a Halliwell and changed human has its advantages.” She told him knowing that full well he wouldn’t understand what she meant when she said she was a Halliwell. Michael probably thought it was a gang, with how she’d been behaving lately it would be a logical conclusion.

“And a Halliwell would be?” He prompted needing an answer.

“Come to the Crashdown at four and I’ll explain. I promise I won’t hurt you…unless you want me too of course.” She teased.

“Why are you being so accommodating, with the others you’re being closed off…except with the fact that you’ve gone off the deep end. So why me?” Although his attraction to Liz was growing he still didn’t trust her; there was no reason why he should.

Liz breathed out as she pulled into the back of the Crash finding a parking spot. “I'm letting you in on my secrets because you and I are a lot alike. You haven’t ‘gone off the deep end’ as you say, but you’re close to the edge, and even though you’re dangling you still will protect those you love as do I…maybe. So can I expect you later this afternoon?”

She could hear Michael breathing as he thought over what she said. “Yes, I’ll be there. I just have one question before we hang up, why did you screw Jim, really?”

“Various reasons, first because I wanted to since I was fifteen, he one of my older man fantasies, second it’s good to have the law on your side especially when you’re guilty. See you later.” She sent a kiss through the phone and hung up not waiting for Michael’s response.

As she exited her car she yawned revealing how tired she really was, maybe she should take a brief nap before Michael came over. God knew she needed it after a full night of killing, and then mentally torturing people she used to care about was exhausting work.

Liz climbed the stairs leading to the front door of her apartment; she unlocked it, immediately she heard the beeping signaling she had messages waiting for her to play back. Hitting the play button the automated voice spoke back.

“You have three new messages. Saturday; 11:45 a.m.: ‘Hey Lizzie it’s me, your mother and I are going to be back later tonight, don’t wait up it will probably be real late by the time we get in. Love you Princess.’ Beep. Saturday; 12:17 p.m.: ‘Liz it’s me, I just got some very upsetting news but before I just show up there I wanted to call you and see if maybe the information I was given was wrong. I hope to God it is. Call me back.’ Beep. Saturday; 12:33 p.m. ‘Liz come on pick up the phone…’ Message erased. There are no more messages.”

Shit, she was hoping she would have more time before they busted up her party. Then again she should have suspected this, it wasn’t as if she wasn’t on their radar. “They just can’t leave me alone can they?” She spoke to a seemingly empty room.

“No they can’t, any reason why they should?” A disappointed voice was heard from behind her.

“You know that comment wasn’t meant for you to hear. What was all this crap about you wanting to give me time to call you back in case your information was wrong?” She sneered at the presence she felt crowding her.

“They wanted me to come so I just follow orders, now why don’t you answer my question. Any reason why They should leave you alone?”

Liz felt the figure behind her close enough to breathe on her neck causing the small hairs to rise up. Turning around she smirked up at him, “Yea, because I'm having fun Leo.”

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Chapter 7

“Really?” Leo Wyatt, her Whitelighter scoffed. “And does having fun include killing people, playing with people’s emotions and mentally torturing your best friend?”

Liz pretended to think about it for a moment. “Mmm, yep.” She nodded agreeing with everything he said. “I'm finally letting go and it feels damn good. You know I now get why evil-doers have so much fun, it is fantastic playing with people like this.”

“You are abusing your powers, you conjured those records lying about Maria’s father, you know damn well her biological father is happily married with four kids in San Diego, one of the main reasons Amy never talks about him. But instead you mess with her mind.” Disbelief was written all across his handsome face.

“You’re forgetting the spell I cast on Jim just this morning. Where he would believe anything I said, you know Leo you should really tell Piper and Prue how enjoyable letting loose is. Don’t bother telling Phoebe she’s an irritant.” Liz tossed her keys, Tess’s finger still attached, onto the end table with the answering machine.

Liz left the room with Leo hot on her tail still spouting his lecture and disappointment in her action at her back. “How can you just be so cavalier about this, what happened to that sweet innocent witch that wouldn’t hurt anybody?” He wanted to know.

When Liz reached her room she twisted around in the doorway to face her Whitelighter. “She was stepped on and taken advantage of one too many times and she was fucking tired of it. Do you know how many times I have put aside my feelings or my wants because someone else would have been inconvenienced or hurt or some shit like that?”

“That’s what it means to be a protector of the innocent, you put your own emotions and desires aside to protect people who are incapable of looking after themselves. It means putting your life on the line for innocents, innocents that you may not know but who need you.”

“Not really going to be the winning argument here Leo. Being fed up with the way the good-guys had to give up everything while the bad guys gave up nothing pissed me off, so I switched sides. In all actuality I should have done it all along, I mean the vacation days alone are enough to make you wanna make the switch.” Liz scratched her head and tilted it sideways staring at Leo with a casual expression that scared him.

“Also have you seen the perks us bad-guys get? Nice mansions, money up the wazoo, kick ass dental plan, I mean really where is the downside?” She grinned.

“The downside is killing people who don’t deserve to die.” He leaned in close, staring down at her, hoping to force her into seeing things his way and in turn changing back to the side of good. Maybe if she realized her mistakes now she could begin to repent and eventually become the good woman he helped teach.

“Don’t deserve it? Umm, hello? Did you not get the video message, Tess mind raped my best friend to decode that stupid destiny book, when he broke out of the mind warp she killed him. I don’t know where you saw ‘didn’t deserve it’ but if you did you got sent the wrong tape.” Liz swept around in a huff entering her room where her shopping bags were sitting on her bed.

Leo saw the bags and bags on her bed, watching as she pulled out article after article of clothing laying them on her bed. “How the hell did you pay for all this?”

Her head dropped down to her chest in frustration. “Leo,” speaking to him like he was a young child, “I'm evil now, I don’t pay for things. I steal them.” Liz took out three worn looking purses and tossed them onto her bed.

“What are those?” He demanded to know.

“They are called purses, women and sometimes men carrying them. And yes I stole them too. Now, do you mind leaving? I need to take a nap before Michael comes over here in the next few hours.”

“You’re not going to kill him are you?”

“If I was going to kill him I wouldn’t tell you…well actually I would, but I’d wait till I had actually done it first, but I'm not going to kill Michael. Just don’t want too. It loses some of his fun-factor if you still have feelings for the person.” Liz shrugged.

Leo stared oddly at her. “You still care about some people? Even after you killed Tess and are even right now contemplating killing more people?”

“I know, it’s weird and I don’t exactly fully understand why I want to kill some and not others. Isabel and Kyle I don’t really want to kill, or Jim.” Again she lifted her shoulders with coolness. “Ah-well, now do me a favor and orb your Whitelighter ass back to San Francisco or where ever the Elders are. And don’t bother me again.” Liz waved him off with a flick of her hand.

Unfortunately for Leo he felt compelled to listen to his ex-charge, she’s using a spell on him and he couldn’t fight it. Within seconds he orbed out of her home and out of Roswell filtering into the Manor in San Francisco.

“Damn he’s irritating, ruining my good mood with lectures. Stupid Whitelighters, never want anybody to have any fun.” Putting away her clothes she moved the bags and stolen purses down to the floor and curled up on top of her covers snoozing away most of the afternoon.

TBC

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Reality Bites

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Chapter 8

--Parker Household; 3:15 p.m.--

Liz slowly opened her eyes, she only got an hour and a half of sleep but she felt more alive than she ever had in her entire life. The apartment was silent, nothing except her stirred but it wouldn’t be that way for long, the spell she cast on Leo would be wearing off in the next few hours.

Her grandfather was Penny Halliwell’s older brother, she never knew about him because Penny’s parents gave him up for adoption. They were so young, only seventeen and couldn’t support him so they did the only thing they could. Liz herself wouldn’t even know about her heritage if it weren’t for Leo who sought her out when she was thirteen telling her all about her supernatural family.

Since then he had been her teacher, explaining about all the different types of demons, witches, and warlocks. He had gotten a hold of her grandfather’s spell book, which had been buried in the back yard of his family home and gave it to her. Even taught her how to work some basic spells.

Leo had drilled into her the fact that she was destined for something great, but he never said whether that great thing was something good or something bad. With how her life was going she’d say the prophecy was for a great evil she was going to do. Even better.

When Jim had first come to her door that morning she had no intention of casting any spells on him let alone three. The first was so he could lose his inhibitions; let him do what he wanted without feeling guilty. That was one spell she hadn’t actively set out to cast but she couldn’t say she didn’t want it working. The other two were woven together to create a whole new spell. One to make him believe anything and everything she said, while the other made him not care about anything he might find out she did…like having killed Tess.

While laying there in her bed she wondered why Michael and Kyle didn’t rat her out, she didn’t remember casting a spell on them to do what she pleased so why? Did they feel a certain amount of loyalty to her, if so she knew why Kyle did but then why Michael, he didn’t owe her anything or have a reason to be loyal. It was all very puzzling.

She had watched them through the window while they were telling the others at the Evans’ that they hadn’t seen or heard anything that Max and Maria were describing. As she viewed her two ‘protectors’ she had taken in the other members of the group, putting each person away in a certain group in her mind. Some were in the have to kill file, others the maybe, and the rest like Michael and Kyle were in the leave alone file…at least for now, with her that could change at any moment.

Slowly she rolled over lifting her feet over the edge of the bed and stood up. Her constant use of magic today weakened her somewhat causing Liz to be wobbly on her feet. Liz eased over to the full-length mirror by her bathroom door, even with her hair mused from sleep and her clothes rumpled she could see the change in her.

Before her epiphany her eyes never sparkled, they stopped twinkling after Alex’s death; nothing seemed to matter much after that. Her skin, which had been dull and sickly now glowed and radiated with her new found freedom, she wondered if that was because of the blood that had been smeared all over her. She had read somewhere that a woman had bathed in blood and never went out in sunlight, it resulted in her not looking older and keeping her flesh a lovely shade of pale with a slight glowing hue to her skin.

Even her hair, which had been limp and somewhat lifeless, was lustrous and shiny bouncing with life every time she moved. This being evil thing really paid off in the looks department. When you’re good you are under so much stress to remain good and not doing anything that might be considered naughty. Tended to give a girl premature wrinkles, but being evil you didn’t have a care in the world.

A small part of her that was still good or at least better than the rest of her wondered if she was going too far, if maybe letting go wasn’t such a wonderful thing. As soon as that thought entered her mind the more sinister side of her shut that question down, of course she wasn’t going too far, Tess deserved what she got and so would the others.

Before Michael arrived she had a few more things she had to do, first thing was to figure out a game plan for the others. Sure flying off the handle in the beginning and doing things without a plan was fine yesterday when she snapped but now she had to have a strategy to get what she wanted done accomplished.

Grabbing a spiral notebook and a pen Liz sat on her bed and started to form her plots and checklists. The checklist needed to be finished first she thought to herself; first figure out what besides a Halliwell and half alien she was. When she hurled Tess’s body over the chain fence that hadn’t been magic that was a strength that came from some other source.

Next she had to find a way to bring Max Evans down, that needle-dick cheated on her and fucked up her life for the last time. Unfortunately for him he wouldn’t mess up anyone else’s life either, she quirked her lips in a smirk and mentally shrugged, ah well small price to pay.

As she finished her checklist the next thing she needed to contemplate was the plot to do all these things before she left Roswell. There was no way she was staying in this city for too awful long, after awhile her magic would cease to work so well on the people she used it on. That was a major downside to magic, after a certain amount of time it starts to wear off and then you got a whole lot of problems that you wished you didn’t have.

For the next twenty minutes she wrote down ideas, some she kept other’s she threw out, slowly the things she had to accomplish were coming together. In the middle of forming her schemes and various acts of criminal activity a knock was heard at the door. Liz glanced quickly over to the digital clock. It’s a little after 4, Michael was there.

Tossing her spiral and pen back onto the bed she rose up from her bed leaving the bedroom to open the door. Standing there with an adorable smirk on his face was the 6’1 alien hybrid wanting answers. “You’re late Mr. Guerin.” She teased seductively.

“Mr. Guerin? Only my teachers call me that, will you be instructing me this afternoon Miss. Parker?” Michael teased right back, if Liz had been his teacher he would have been staying after school regularly as well as going to class everyday.

“Definitely a possibility. Come on in.” Liz moved aside and let Michael in shutting the door behind him. He came for answers and he was going to get some, maybe even all the answers she knew.

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Chapter 9

Michael glanced around the apartment, the entire home was spotless, Liz cleaned up, but why? It could be completely innocent or something could have happened that made her have to clean up. “You didn’t have to tidy up for me.” He teased staring down at her with his penetrating gaze.

“Well you can sleep peacefully knowing that I didn’t clean up for you.” She moved away from his towering presence to sit on the couch. “My parents are coming home tomorrow; don’t really want them to ground me.” She sneered with disgust clearly written all over her face.

“Huh?” Confusion crept onto his handsome features.

Sighing Liz sat up staring up at Michael. “If I don’t clean the house, I get grounded and then I might have to kill my parents and I don’t want to kill Dad right now.” Liz admitted to him. Mom sure, she’s a bitch but Dad was off her killing list, for now.

Even though her Dad could sometimes be annoying what parent wasn’t? Liz knew she could kill him, was capable of killing anybody but she didn’t want to hurt Dad. The thought had never crossed her mind in the thirteen hours since her personality change. There were just certain people that she didn’t want to leave this world and what’s the fun in killing someone if your hearts not in it?

Michael joined Liz on the couch scratching his right eyebrow. “Umm, why than did you have no problem killing Tess,” letting her know right there that he still knew and remembered the conversation from that morning, “but even at the thought of hurting your Dad you turn your nose up at it?” This was definitely an interesting development. “And why isn’t your Mom in that category? Was what you whispered to Maria true?”

Liz shrugged her shoulders, “I love Daddy, he isn’t abusive, he gave me a job, shelter, protection, and he lets me do whatever I want. Besides I love him.” Now why did she tell him that? It would be best for everyone involved if he didn’t know she still loved certain people. “As for Mom, yes, what I told Maria at the Evans’ was true. When I was eleven she told me she hated me and she’s hit me a couple times. Hated the cunt ever since.”

She sucked in a big breath and let it out slowly. “Enough about that. You came here to ask me some questions. So shoot, I am relatively open book.” She wasn’t willing to tell him everything but a rather large amount he could ask about and she’d tell him.

“What’s a Halliwell?”

“Ah, you’re in luck. That is one of the many things I will tell you about. Halliwell’s are witches. Basically I have magical powers and I conjured up those documents…kind of. The easiest way to explain it is that the spell I used worked like Tess’s mind fuck. Made Maria see what I wanted her to see with no after effects like death caused from long-term usage.”

“But there is an after effect. Maria is probably going to be scarred for life.” Michael argued.

“I didn’t say there weren’t consequences to the spell only that the spell itself does nothing harmful. The information that was conjured however did a lot of damage.” Liz winked at him before rising from the couch.

“Magical powers? You expect me to believe that crock of shit?” All right he’s skeptical. Nobody would buy that excuse.

Liz chuckled. “You’re an alien Michael. How can you not believe that there are other creatures or beings out there? You and your family are the walking proof that more than humans are on this planet.”

“The only way I am going to believe that you are a witch is if you prove it.” That wasn’t too much to ask, “And I'm not talking about one of those magic tricks at the circus or in Vegas. No pulling a coin out of my ear or any other hole.”

Liz pursed her lips. “Okay, I’ll tell you my powers and than you tell me what you want to see. That way it’ll be less likely you’ll think I rigged something.” Michael linked his fingers together and stared up at her with a smirk on his face, waiting for her to speak.

It was nice to have someone who knew exactly what kind of person she was and was comfortable in challenging her. Her alien friend was definitely off her kill list. It’d simply be too boring without him in this world.

“Here goes nothin’.” She took a deep breath and started down the list. “Start fires with my mind, start earthquakes, cast spells of course, and change my hair color in a blink of an eye. The last one is fairly lame but the other three are cool.”

“Can you only start fires and earthquakes or can you control them too?”

“Nope, only start. Once they get going Mother Nature takes over and I'm just along for the ride.” As she sat there talking to Michael an idea popped into her head. “Hmm.” What if-

“What ‘hmm’?”

“Oh umm, curious at to what powers I might get now that I'm evil. That happened once to my Whitelighter’s…ex-Whitelighter’s fiancée. She and her sisters became evil for a couple hours and their powers changed. They could also-“ Liz closed her eyes and thought of the dining room table. Instantly she was there sitting with her legs crossed on top of it. “Cool.”

“Ok what the hell was that?” Michael shouted.

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Coming up: Michael and Liz have sex but someone interrupts.

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A.N. Just a little warning this will probably be as graphic as sex gets in this series. It’s mostly talking about the sex though and not actually “seeing” the sex. I don’t think it’s very graphic but sex is in this chapter so be warned.

Chapter 10

Michael saw Liz pop up on the dining room table and was mighty giddy. “What did you just do?” He pushed away from the couch getting close to her.

“I closed my eyes, thought I wanted to sit on the dining room table and here I am.” She shrugged her shoulders putting her palms on the table beneath her. Liz stared at him for a second before he saw a mischievous glint creep into her chestnut orbs.

“What?” Curiosity tickled his mind. What was she up too?

Coyly Liz sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and stared up at him conveying everything she wanted without saying a word. Smooth and easy she uncrossed her legs hooking her right leg around his waist, a shapely calf rested on his butt. “I want you Michael.”

“Liz-“

“Please Michael.” Liz breathlessly asked. “I'm so horny.” And she was too; being evil certainly changed her sex cravings. Now she wanted more and all the time, was that another part of the evil package? If it was she was never becoming good again.

Hearing her say ‘horny’ shocked the hell out of him. Liz Parker didn’t say those kinds of things, but that was before her sudden transformation. “I want you Michael, I need a strong,” She caressed his cheek with hers, “large, sexy man to fuck me. I'm not little Ms. Innocent anymore.”

He swallowed hard trying his best to quell his desire but in all honesty he didn’t want too. He’s always been attracted to Liz just never thought she’d be interested in him. When he started to date Maria he fell in love with her and he stopped thinking about her friend, but now they were over and he was free to do what…or who he wanted. “I know you’re not, but what about Max?” Michael clenched his jaw keeping a groan from escaping; dammit she just ran her finger along the zipper of his jeans.

“Max can go stick his tiny dick in an ant hill for all I care. I'm sure the ants will think it’s a twig.” She smirked. “Besides anything that was stuck inside Tess’s sewage tunnel I’d rather not have near me.” Liz tightened her leg hold on him. “Don’t make me beg for something I feel you want too.”

When he closed his eyes she knew he was hers. “What if I wanna make you beg?”

Liz smiled wide; a maniacal laugh cascaded from her mouth. With ease and grace he had never seen before she slid down his leg tucking her own under her so she’s staring up at him on bent knees. “Your wish is my command…Master.” This was going to be fun.

--Four Hours Later [8:17 p.m.]--

God her knees hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. Liz wiggled a bit working the feeling back into her sore limbs. Who would have guessed Michael Guerin got turned on by giving pain? She never would have figured that. Oh he didn’t hurt her any more than she wanted to be they had a safe word. One she never used.

“Are you all right?” Worried that he was too rough on her delicate body. He forced her to stay on her knees for three hours while he fucked her both vaginally and anally.

“Sore, but a good sore.” Liz turned and smirked. Behind Michael’s shoulder she caught the glowing green lights from the microwave-yea, that’s right they never left the dining room. Jim would be arriving soon, she didn’t know whether to send Michael home or let him hang out here with her and Jim.

“Good.” He brushed his lips over her shoulder; his bite mark was purple and red standing out against the tanned skin.

As his tongue traced the indentations his teeth left she hissed, a sharp pain, like a needle pierced the bite. If she thought he would pull back she was mistaken instead he brought her closer to him pressing the warm, wet appendage harder against her wound. She knew he’d stop if she said the ‘safe word’ they agreed on but as sore as she was, she wanted more.

--30 minutes later [8:50 p.m.]--

Still in the midst of their first round of the second half of their sexual deviance Jim entered the Parker apartment. He figured Liz would be waiting for him, she told him to be there at nine, he was there ten minutes early. He couldn’t wait to see her again. But his hope was dashed as he saw Michael plowing into her with her bent over the table.

He listened to them grunt and growl, watched them rut like two animals in heat. It hurt seeing her be pleasured by someone else, especially a younger guy. Just as he was about to leave Liz called out his name causing Michael to stop mid-thrust. “Excuse me?”

Liz pointed toward him, he followed her finger, and when he caught sight of the former Sheriff he at least had the sense enough to look bashful. However Liz didn’t flinch only knocked him over with one of her sexy grins. “Hey Jim. What are you doing all the way over there?”

“You seem busy.” His voice was cool but not completely shut off to her.

“Don’t be mad.” She pouted. “Just because I'm busy now doesn’t mean I won’t still need you.” After a few more minutes of convincing, Jim agreed to stay. Even said he would be all right with Michael staying. Maybe later they could have a threesome…oh the possibilities.

TBC