Roswell Fanatics

Title: Twisted Elegance
Rating: MATURE- there are some things that are pretty twisted.
Category: AU M/L
Disclamier: I don't own roswell. But I do own Nirvana and some other characters.
Authors note: I'm still working on my other stories, just finishing them, or trying to.

A thank you to Kath7 for being a good beta and reading the first draft. This was going to be called rouge leader or Rouge princess but I like this title better. And I am sorry for not telling you that i have already posted it.... does that make sense????


August 26th 2019. 11:30pm
Brooklyn, New York


Chapter One
Nirvana traced the cold metal underneath her cold fingertips. Her bluish lips parted as she slowly breathed in the humid air inside Mrs Marriott’s office, her social worker. The fan made a quiet humming noise as it rubbed against its glass lamp. The five blades twirled like a slow helicopter.

Nirvana could see the tiny spots of water that leaked from the ceiling air conditioner that must have broken down two days ago. The tiny scratches on her metallic necklace caused her to shiver. It was of two circles entwined. It was the astrological sign of a Taurus but also an eternity symbol she had seen in one of those Cosmos’s magazines she has stuffed inside her duffel bag. The necklace was a gift from her mother.
Mrs Marriott hadn’t arrived yet.

Nirvana was told to sit in the social worker’s office while another officer of the New York Police Department filled in the details about what Nirvana had done last night. Nirvana heard Laura Bobble, the secretary scream.
Yep, Nirvana thought. She just had been told. Mrs Marriott (or Ari because Nirvana has seen her dingy office too many times) would learn, once again, that she was sixteen, and considered an orphan since her mother had been committed seven years ago.


Her name was Nirvana Claudia Parker and she was totally alone in this world. It was getting pretty muggy inside her square office. And yet Nirvana didn’t leave her leather chair. Instead, she pulled her baggy khaki cargo pants to her chest and nuzzled her dark hair against the thin material.


Her tired doe eyes roamed around Mrs Marriott’s office. She didn’t want to think about last night. Most of it was a blur. But there are some things you just can not forget. No matter how hard you try it sticks to your brain like honey. Nirvana tried to ignore the burning flesh that was covered underneath her dog collar band, fastened around her wrist. The shiny spikes were big and sharp it could poke anyone’s eye out. But Nirvana knew what was underneath that band. And that was something she didn’t want to face right now.

The brown wooden door opened and Mrs Marriott, a thirty something, married woman walked inside with a cream folder and a black briefcase. She dropped her legs to the tiled floor. Her black army boots with pink laces made a dull thud that jolted Mrs Marriott awake.

Judging by her slowness and her droopy green eyes she must’ve had a long day too.
“ Miss Nirvana Claudia Parker,” Her voice sounded and smelt like cigarettes. Nirvana’s button nose squinted as her musky aftershave permeated the room. “ All I have to do is run a few things past you, and then get you settled into a more permanent home. The Brownswick family are still not impressed by the way!” Ari squawked, sweat dribbled down her pasty chin. “ After what you pulled last summer. You still realise that you can not go to Utah until you’ve turned Twenty one?” Ari noted.
Nirvana laughed as her dark thick bangs of hair covered her hazy bloodshot eyes.


“ I was there in the court room you know? I think I know what happened?” Nirvana smiled at what had happened in the court room last summer. To think that their only son, Josh- an adolescent seventeen year old was too smitten with her to even realise what he had done? She kinda felt sorry for him in a way. But there was something about that convenient store that chilled her so….

Ari interrupt Nirvana’s reverie, “ And I’m sorry to hear about your Mother. It must be terrible to hear about…..,” Her yellow charred blouse was all Nirvana zoomed in on. She didn’t need anyone’s sympathy. Although her heart clenched tightly at Ari’s words.

The Chair squeaked as Ari bent down to retrieve the folder on top of her brief case. Once found, she opened the folder and dictated in a strong voice what was on the paper. “ Your name is Nirvana Claudia Parker and you were born on the twenty-second of April 2003, Roswell New Mexico? Correct?” her bushy eyebrows, like those of a bushman, drew together to form a temporary mono-brow. Nirvana nodded as the curve of her chapped lips was halted at the sight of Mrs Marriott. She was really a crack, Nirvana thought.

But she didn’t want Mrs Marriott to know that.
“ You are the only child of Elizabeth Ann Parker . Your biological father is Max Evans -But it is written here that no one must know about this until you are married with three children? A request by Elizabeth Parker” Nirvana nodded again. Hoping that this wasn’t going to be a boring process.

Ari halted her toothpaste smile and drew in a long breath.
“ It says that you repetitively broke into Ms Diane Winnerow’s house on Merry Lane, divorced wife of Phillip Evans?” Her blue eyes widened in shock when Nirvana drew up the courage to answer.


“ I love living dangerously. And, um I’m sure that Diane didn’t mind me sleeping in her son’s room from time to time. In fact I think. Considering her situation she enjoyed having someone around the house,” Nirvana chirped. She wished that whatever was on the list didn’t cause Ari a heart attack, She knew it caused Louise Harding, the cop that found her last night, to almost stop breathing when she read the list of offensives. However, Nirvana did those things long ago, when she was experimenting with her skills. She hoped to put that behind her. Also, Ari knew her case at the back of her hand by now.

“ It also says that you have been arrested for stealing a cart of lemons and five carts of Tabasco sauce last summer?” Ari tapped her ivory finger nails on her desk.
“ Hey! I like to eat my fish with lemons and we were fresh out. And the Pascal family ran out of Tabasco sauce three weeks ago.” Nirvana lied. She didn’t want to tell Ari; but she craved lemons. It was just something inside her that craved her to have a hint of lemon in everything. Nirvana didn’t know why but that’s how her body worked she guessed. No matter how abnormal it was. And also, the fact that everything tasted like burnt ash without Tabasco had nothing to do with Nirvana being here.


Nope, She knew that Ari was fed up her. Putting Nirvana in over seventy-five homes over twenty sates and kicked out of every home in less than a week. She was either going to Juvenile Hall or into another home. Either way Nirvana didn’t mind. As long she could visit her mother once in a while.
“ Nirvana..” Ari slid on her glasses. The voice turned her blood to ice. Nirvana didn’t like the sound of her voice. “ I have one family that has agreed to take you in. on trail… if you screw up one more time I have no choice but to put you in Oakdale,”

Not Oakdale, Nirvana thought. That was the last place she wanted to go. It was a mental hospital for teenagers. She had heard too many stories, enough to say that Oakdale was the devil.
“ Who’s the lucky family?” Nirvana smiled. “ Do they have a pool.” If Ari thought that she was interested, maybe she could leave and visit her mother before going back to Palm motel to have a late snooze.

“Mr and Mrs Valenti and their sixteen year old daughter Imogen live in Lower Manhattan. Mrs Valenti was a orphan like you… and eagerly agreed to take you in,” Ari shuffled the pile of blank papers. “ Just sign these few papers and we are all set. You will arrive at Madison Hotel tomorrow at 17:00 hours. The hotel the Valenti family own is the most expensive and elegant hotel in New York. You will live and help them around the hotel restaurant,” Ari babbled on about her high school, somewhere in town and near Madison square gardens.

She read the first few lines of the document. General rules as usual. Go to school, come home blah blah blah. However it also said on weekends that she must stay with the Evans family and their son Eli.
“ What’s this about the Evans family?” Nirvana said. Her father’s name was Max Evans… could it be?
Nah… Nirvana thought. There were billions of people with the same last name as her father.

Ari straightened her yellow blouse and her American flag pin, “ Imogen has tutoring from her Uncle. Professor Evans is the science teacher at Sanchez High school. He said he was fine with having another student to tutor and work around the house while his wife, Tess is co-working with famous artist Michael Guerin at the art gallery every weekend.”
Nirvana’s tongue ring touched the roof of the mouth , “ Does he know about my past? My Mom?”

“No. No one does. And that is apart of our deal Missy! No one must know about your family background. If anyone asks about your mother. You say that she died giving birth.”
“Why?” Nirvana asked.

“ You know about your mother’s condition. If anyone else made an appearance it could kill her. Do you want that to happen?”
Nirvana looked at herself in the mirror on Ari’s desk. Her hot pink streaks through her long hair and light make up. Piercings in her left eyebrow, tongue and belly button. A tattoo of a mythological bird, phoenix on her left shoulder blade. No, Nirvana thought. She didn’t want anything to happen to her mother.

Ari and Nirvana were both interrupted by a large knock of the door, followed by a loud rumble of Nirvana’s name.
Ari sighed. “ If its you, Miguel Lopez then I suggest you should come in,” As the words left her mouth a half Puerto-Rican, half American eighteen year old blurred in and showered Nirvana with kisses. He was the heartthrob singer Enrique- look alike. His dark brown buzz cut as his rich honey eyes looked into her brown ones. They were mahogany but after last night…… Nirvana’s thought trailed off as she just wanted to get lost in his embrace.

“ I hate to break up the lovely reunion but Nirvana has a few papers to sign,” Ari tapped on the bulky paper work. Miguel’s blue hood jumper made Nirvana smile. It was her favourite.
His voice dripped like dark chocolate, “ She will but I have to get back to Granny May so…” Miguel hauled Nirvana over his muscular shoulder blades. Nirvana shrieked, kicking her long legs against him. He chuckled, but it sounded like a cave man rumble.
“ You put her down right now,” Ari demanded, knocking on the hard wooden desk. But her voice was so far way to Nirvana. All that mattered was Miguel.

Miguel refused and carried her out of the social worker’s office. He ignored all the stares from the crowd in the Office complex and didn’t slide her back down again until they were both outside in the humid air. Nirvana involuntary shivered as she slid against his hard muscular body. “ Hi,” Nirvana meekly squeaked.

“Are you okay?” His thumb touched her cheek. Nirvana leaned into her cheek and gazed at his eyes. “ Let’s find some place to talk,” He hauled her next to him and looped his arm around her shoulders.
“I can take care of myself, you know?” Nirvana stated but was glad that he still deeply cared about her after what had happened.

Nirvana realised they were in one of many dark alleys, next to a rubbish bin that size of two refrigerators. Gently Nirvana slid her hand into his own, his big hand almost covered her delicate hand. He gently squeezed her hand and rested his chin on top of her head.
“Show me,” Nirvana asked. Miguel nodded and lifted up his jumper to reveal his rippling stomach, like one of those belonging to Jason behr or the bill board men. Nirvana bit on one of her blueberry nails, the nail polish smell didn’t block out what she was seeing with her own eyes. A silver handprint, glowing like the noonday sun below his ribs. It was her handprint.

Miguel dropped the hem of his jumper and kissed her, his tongue soared at hers and she eagerly accepted. His chest rumbled when her silver stub aroused him from with in. They clutched each other before slowly breaking way for breath. “ I never got to thank you for saving my life,”
Nirvana bowed her head, “ It was you,” She said to pavement. Miguel sighed and pulled her chin gently upwards.
“ So? What happens now?” He sat down, and was about to lean against the dumpster when Nirvana touched him of the shoulder. She looked left and right before waving her hand over to change the dumpster into a shabby, blue and red sofa, clean and comfortable and it smelt like lavender. Miguel smiled.

“ You are really a modern day Athena,” He eased himself onto the sofa and Nirvana climbed on top of him and laid her head to rest on top his shoulder, her knees up and against the armchair.
“Shut up,” But she was smiling when she said it. “ Ari has set me up with this deal. One more family or its Oakdale.” Nirvana watched his face turned pale, he quickly kissed her cheek and his eyes roamed around her delicate features,
“ No princess of mine is going to Oakdale,” He cupped her cheek and nudged his forehead with her own.

“I’m going to be staying with the Valenti family. The owner’s of Madison Hotel and every weekend I am going to see this loser professor every weekend.,” Nirvana’s voice trembled, “I can’t tell anyone who my mother is, you know her condition? Do I say she’s dead?”
Miguel stopped her trembling lip with his forefinger. Her tears already coated her high cheekbones. “ I know this is tough but if you pass maybe you can ask Ari if you can live with me and Granny May?” He suggested. Nirvana rolled her eyes.

“ I don’t think that’s possible,” Nirvana traced his stubble on his chin.
“ Is it not possible..” Miguel smirked. “ Or is it possible but you don’t want to use your gifts,” Miguel said.
Nirvana diverted her gaze to his chest. “ You know me. I only use my powers for recreational use only.”
Miguel smiled, his white teeth gleamed in her eyes. “ This includes saving my life?”
“Always,” Nirvana kissed his nose. “ Anyway, you are going to be a senior this year and I don’t want you to miss every day because of me,”
Miguel nodded, “ How about every weekend we met. At midnight at Central Park?”

Nirvana flinched. “ Central Park is dangerous. How about China Town? Young Xang Sue is open twenty four hours. We can have breakfast,”
“ Its too early for breakfast,” Miguel said, pulling her closer and laying her body on top of his. Her dark and hot pink streak hair creating a veil around their heated faces.
“ Then we can have brunch,” Nirvana said before closing the distance nibbled his lower lip.



Chapter Two
August 26th 2019
11:45pm. Lower Manhattan.


“Mom!” Imogen whined. “ Eli and Matt threw melted choc-buds at my hair!” Still wearing her orange and black cheerleaders uniform she stampeded down her cousin’s hallway until she entered the living room where her parents, and Uncle Max and Tess were sitting. Drinking their strong coffee’s in hope to block out their teenagers screams.

Tess Evans, her shoulder length Dixie sunshine hair almost shined eerily in the fluorescent light. “ It’s okay honey. I’ll go talk to these boys while Uncle Max can fix up your hair,” Tess stood up as her blue blouse and faded blue jeans re-adjusted themselves. She touched her husbands cheek before walking down the hallway, her sneakers made little squishing sounds, like pudding hitting the floor with a big bang.


“Sit,” Max stretched out his arms, his lab coat still on from a hard day at work. Imogen eyed the living room carpet before sitting next to her uncle. Meanwhile, her parents had an expression like they were about to drop a bomb.

“You’re not pregnant!” Imogen yelled. Dimly picking up the blue nail file her Aunty was using and began filing her orange tainted nails. Her mother looked like she was about to explode. Her brown eyes turned to molten mud, the kind before a storm. Luckily, her father Kyle jumped to the rescue.

“ We have agreed to allow one of those teenagers from the Thompson’s orphanage to come and stay with us for a while. The guest room is still being painted so she will have to stay in your room,”

Imogen felt the heat warm up in her hair, then realised her Uncle finished with her hand. She weaved her fingers through her honey blonde hair. She smiled at her uncle as a sign of a thank you before turning back to her parents.
“ Where will I sleep?”

Kyle looked at her wife, his beared starting to irritate Imogen. Kyle scratched his beard and said. “ In the same room. You have to share the room with her for a while. Two weeks.. tops!” he sighed. “ If it’s any consolation I don’t like it either,”
Isabel drew back her hand and slapped him on the cheek, hard.
Kyle whiched, “Owwie,” his wife glared at him before turning back to Imogen.

“She’s sixteen and she’s had a trouble childhood. A bit worse than Michael. She doesn’t know her father and her mother… well they didn’t mention her mother so that says something,”
Eli and Matt entered the room. An acoustic guitar was still attach to Eli when he whispered an apology but his mother elbowed him and then he said to Imogen,
“ Sorry,” Eli’s sandy blonde hair and crystal blue eyes seemed truthful enough, but still Imogen didn’t forgive him.
“ For what?”
“Hockey is better than basketball,” Matt filled in. “ Somehow an ice filled with people like my father on a bad day with one puck is so entertaining,” he ended the sentence with a hint of sarcasm. Eli and Matt chuckled but their parents were not amused.

“Son, Matt, sit down. We might as well fill you guys in,” Max said. Eli slid off his guitar and listened to the sound it made when it was rested against the wall. He followed his friend with his slightly curly light brown hair and devious blue eyes. They sat with their knees crossed on the floor.
No one said anything for awhile. There was this awkward silence that could be cut by a knife. All eyes were shifting around the deluxe apartment. It had been five minutes when Kyle broke the silence with grumble.
“For the next few weeks, we are hosting a sixteen year old punk from the wrong side of the tracks. Her name is Nirvana.”
Eli scratched his mop of blond hair. “ Nirvana?” He thought for a second. “ Haven’t heard of her,”
“Me neither,” Matt said.

“ Every weekend she’ll stay here. I want you guys to show some respect towards her. For all we know she could be very fragile teenager, crying out for her parents,” Max said.
Kyle was reading Nirvana’s latest history and chuckled at Max’s comment. “ A girl whose has been all over America and recently robbed a convenient store in Utah. I don’t think so,”

“What time does she arrive?” Imogen asked, tossing her blonde hair to one side.. “ Coz, I like, Have this cheerleader meeting and…”
“5pm,” Isabel said. Her headache that was slowly brewing, wouldn’t go away. There was something they were missing… but what?
“But Mom!” Imogen whined. “ My cheerleader….”

“I don’t care Imogen. “ Isabel fumed a t her daughter’s snob rich girl phase. “When I was your age I was alone but with only Michael, Tess and Max as my family. We didn’t have the luxury as you kids now have. Now, Nirvana might be on the wrong side of the tracks but I believe if we give her a chance, she can really surprise us,”

*

Nirvana Parker and her boyfriend Miguel were in her motel room, it was late and Nirvana had the strangest craving for oatmeal.
“I wouldn’t mind having some oatmeal,” She said as she flipped on the bedroom light.

“The Kilo mart isn’t open until nine am, tomorrow,” Miguel said, folding up her leather jacket, passing to Nirvana and gazed around the pine walled room. “It has no T.V,” he noted that it was one room, a square metre wide with a small cubicle for the toilet.

“Material possessions only clutter the mind,” Nirvana replied, stuffing her book called “Buddha Take me away” in her duffel bag.
“ Only you would say that since your house is….” Miguel chuckled. Nirvana eyeballed him. The blue vase with pink striped, on the side table puffed into dust, it almost seemed like it melted away. Nirvana’s right hand was still glowing with divine wrath.
“Sorry,” His dark eyes pleaded insanity.

Nirvana sighed. “ That is one day of my childhood I want to forget,” Her hot pink streaks through her long hair and light make up. Piercings in her left eyebrow, tongue and belly button. A tattoo of a mythological bird, phoenix on her left shoulder blade was peaking through her light blue tank top she had put on ten minutes ago. Miguel smiled, “ I’m heading off to the vending machine, want anything?”

Nirvana rubbed her nose and thought, “ Just a soda. Don’t forget..” Her tongue ring bobbled around in her mouth.
“Tabasco sauce,” Miguel interrupted as he opened the door. “ Geez Louise,” He closed the door with his famous catch word he always used.

Nirvana tossed her pack of cigarette to one side. She would have a smoking break later but right now she needed to pack of what little she had tonight.

She saw a charred photo peaking through her pile of clothes that were on the pink faded bedspread. It was the colour of coffee but the people smiling still shone with radiance. It was of her when she was six, she had short cropped hair with red streamers while her mother wore a flower pattern shirt and khakis. Her mother’s short hair always reminded her of a lions main.

She had red streaks through it so it gave of an eerily red glow. Her smile was of a happy mother, out in the New Mexico desert in their wooden house near the house ranch her great, great grandmother Claudia used to own near the Indian reservation Nirvana was glad to be alive…..

It was the last photo that was taken by her protector, cal Langley before he died… saving Nirvana and her mother and, his queen from……
Nirvana watched puddles of water clouded her vision The memories were too painful. It was a bright, sunny day, she just turned six that day and she was given the horse, phoenix as a gift from her great, great uncle Petrii and Elena, who also help her mother look after the ranch. But there was nothing there now, just brunt ash and bad memories.

She remembered her horse, 16 in human years and dark as the black Arabian nights.

She remembered the smell of her mother, strawberries with a swirl of vanilla. Her brown, chocolate eyes danced in the hot daylight. She always thought of her mother as a queen. She remembered Cal saying that she was and that Nirvana would grow up to be someone special one day. She wished she had those days, before someone took them away from her. She picked up Mr twinkles, her toy pig and allowed the usual flash or remembrance to flow through.

She could still smell the burnt skin been ripped off the table, Elena was a blob of red blood and bones. A silver hand print glowed like plutonium. Elena reminded her of the green plastic army figurines she melted in the microwave.

“But why,’ Nirvana heard her own whiny voice. Her tiny hands clutching at her mother to hold her but her mother kept pushing her towards the cupboard.
“Go, Hide with Mr twinkles in the cupboard.”
“Momma! I wanna be wit you”
“ Do what Mommy says, no matter what. Mommy loves you,” Her short hair was like miniature flames, but in reality her hair had been signed by the fire in the house. Her lungs were covered in ash and it was getting harder to breathe. Nirvana saw red flames flowing in the kitchen as many hazy voices chuckled like bad monsters in her dreams. Only this time they were real.


“ I love you too,” She whispered to Mr Twinkles. Hoping, against hope that somehow her mother heard her soft crackling voice as she began to cry herself to sleep. As she did every night, for the past sixteen years. Remembering her stolen childhood.


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Chapter Three A

August 27th, 2019. St Mary’s Hospital

9am

Nirvana brushed a few loose hot pink locks from her face as the cloud of dark twilled behind her ear. Her green, yellow and blue studs shone like little wishing stars. She breathed in the aroma of fresh lemons as the hospital was beginning its early rush of patients. Nurse Betty Rosenberg was the first person to notice Nirvana. Nirvana wore her loose khakis and a black tank top with the words “paradise” in screaming white letters.
Ms Betty was wearing the usual blue plaid nurses uniform.

Nirvana tried to ignore the burning flesh that was covered underneath her dog collar band, fastened around her wrist. It failed, she peaked underneath to faintly see the outline of two swirls and a single dot of her tattoo. She remembered Cal showing this symbol before. It was the orb symbol. And it had been scared, tattooed into her flesh when she was six, by a sharp object Nirvana couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, her mind drew a blank.

“Your early, as usual Miss Parker.” She smiled as she eyed Nirvana’s attire. “And might I add a little more punk than usual..” She chirped, her southern accent peaking through like a jack hammer. It twanged like a guitar string out of tune. Nirvana clinched her ears and smiled.

“I have to be ready,” She said, an underlying current of emotion surfaced. Nurse Betty sighed as her sunshine goldilocks hair peaked through her dark blue nurses cap.
“I know this is hard. But your mother’s life is in your hands,” Her words were slurred like a drunk monkey, and abbreviations on the letters s and a. Nirvana smiled her cheesy grin. Even though her mother wasn’t entirely with it, she could help Nirvana on what she should do with her current situation.

“Is my mother up yet? She asked. Nurse Betty shook her head. Nirvana sighed, and scratched her dark hair, shaped like rough robin feathers. She couldn’t wait around any longer. She had to clear out her stuff and wait for Miguel to finish school. Nirvana never went to school anymore after she turned eleven. She didn’t see any point anymore as her mother’s condition got worse and worse.

“ Can you at least tell her that I said hi,” Nirvana pulled out a cigarette, flicked the lighter on and sighed. Nurse Betty shook her head and then pointed at the ‘no smoking’ sign.

“Just great,” Nirvana rolled her eyes as she had just managed lit her fag. She didn’t want to waste a good cigarette so she quickly blew a Smokey O, scootered out the hallway. She glared at people walking past as she listened to the sound of her sneakers made as they rubbed against the shiny pavement. Life seemed to get duller as the day flew by.
#

Chapter Three B
August 27th, 2019. Sanchez High school
9am



Professor Max Evans had finally finished marking his students assignments when there was a knock at the door. He slid his pack of cigarette’s and whiskey in his suitcase. However, he couldn’t rub the ash from his fingernails. Or the pang in his heart because of his melancholy life. His shoulder length hair was tied up quickly. Michael joked that he looked like a heroic warrior from battle. Max didn’t care how he looked anymore. There was a short tap at the door.

“Enter at your own risk, he joked. Knowing full well one of his students was on the other side. Most of the teacher’s at Sanchez high were having their smoking break. Which is where Max wanted to be, engulfed in the sweet aroma of tobacco.

“I’m prepared,” A sultry voice replied. Max looked up and scoffed. It was Veronica Chas, the cheerleader who was obsessed with him.

(Flashback)

“You can’t deny the fact that your incredibly sexy, Mr Evans,” Liz parker whispered as he pushed himself deeper inside her.
“I know. But I think its more vice versa,” Max replied, listening to the gurgling sound Liz made as he trickled her.

(End of flash back)

“Miss Chase, This better be important. No, I am not Greek and yes I’m married,” He stated.
“But you didn’t say happily married,” Veronica mocked his Mexican accent back. She played with her red and black cheerleader uniform for the Sanchez Snakes.

She’s right on that one, Max thought. “ How would you know? You are only seventeen. Miss Chase I have no time, please leave,” He pointed at the door and red haired Veronica Chase left, with her head facing the floor in disappointment.

**
At the same time, Tess Evans had entered Max’s office with divine elegance. Her blonde hair seemed to be more bouncier than usual as her lips seemed to be dripping in strawberry lip gloss. She was his part-time assistant with Max’s biology classes.

She smiled when Veronica was slightly sobbing. No one can ever fill her shoes as Max’s wife. All except one, Tess thought. But there was no need to worry about that. She had taken care of that loose end ten years ago.

Max sighed, rolled his eyes and pretended to be deeply engrossed in one of his students work. It just happened to be one of his boring students. The kind that not only speaks with a dull monotone, they write that way too.

“Hi honey,” Tess smiled smugly. Max blew out his Smokey breath. “ Do you remember about tonight? We are going to Isabel’s to meet Miss Nirvana Brownswick,” She flipped her long curly hair to one side.

“ Nirvana Brownswick?” Max said.
“Well, Isabel said that’s what the agency had listed as her last name. It’s her last foster home’s name. Her real surname however, is a mystery.” Tess quickly flattened out his light blue shirt and black leather jacket. Tess loved him in leather.

She loved him in his red boxers too. But it has been a long time since she has seen him in red boxers, a very long time. And it was all because of one pathetic human girl. Even though she left their lives, she still left scars deep inside her husbands heart. If only Max would open up to her, like he did with that bitch. Then maybe he wouldn’t be so moody, like today, for insistence he hasn’t given her a kiss yet. Talk about ungrateful husbands….

“Liz, I have a lot work to do,” He bit on his tongue when he realised he said the wrong name, again.

“LIZ??!!!” Tess sharply took in breath as her eyes became dark with envy. “LIZ???!!! Max! I’m your wife!” She stated. Max nodded heavily as his eyes slightly drooped. He must’ve stayed up all last night, instead of going to bed. Tess’s heart panged with sadness. Ever since the wedding, when Liz left him heartbroken she’d always thought she could easily filled the void. After all she was a Queen of an empire. Tess didn’t have this much trouble in her past life, did she???

Her memory retrieval had become harder ever since she spent all her energy on mind warping Kyle, Maria and Maxwell so her, unfortunate accident was never spoken of….ever again.

“If this is about me wanting to have another child,” Tess began. Max turned around and swooped her off her feet and planted her against the wall, roughly he clenched his fits around her wrists. His eyes were soulless as a demon. Pure hearted was all her gave her. Sometimes ess wondered why she ever bothered. But then again, she knew that deep down he had feelings for. Stronger than his feelings for that pathetic human being.

“Why do you think everything is about you Tess?” He said harshly, his hot breath trailed down her neck. She shrugged him off and Max crossed his arms, slammed the door when he noticed a few onlookers. The door cluttered, the glass almost shattering was exactly like her heart, breaking in two.
**

Chapter 4 A

New York.

Mushroom records-Maria’s Studio

9am

“She’s all alone. Nothing can stop her pain. Her lover is gone, into someone–“ Maria took in a sharp breath. “else’s arms Pull me out. Pull me out. I don’t wanna fall. Pull me out . Pull me out. I don’t wanna. fall in love. You were my heart. You were my soul and I need you., I don’t wanna fall….” Maria breathed in again, noticing her singing instructor taking notes on her performance.

“ Fallin into, my heart is breaking. Why doesn’t anyone, pull me out?” Maria gently clutched the earphones together, careful not to mess up her light brown straight hair.
Tara Billings, her manager smiled and clicked on the intercom. Maria watched Tara crazy hot pink hair swirl like dragons fire as she spoke. “ That’s was great. Now Take five. You guys are up next. “ Tara was referring to the band, Garbage. That was now walking into the studio. Maria quietly slithered out and while Tara was writing notes down. Maria’s eyes were already red. She new what August meant for almost everyone. This was the month when Liz……

“Great Maria, just great. Fabulous. Where do you get your inspiration?” Her rainbow bracelets jangled like chains as she picked up her coffee mug to quickly sip her warm coffee.

“My own Life,” Maria replied. Tara laughed, splattered some of her coffee on Maria’ blue blouse but her face had fallen when she realised Maria wasn’t joking.

She placed her mug on the table and ushered Maria to the other side of the room. “ I know your divorce was hard on you and your son, Matthew. Maybe you just need a break for this weekend. The tour doesn’t start till next year.” Tara smiled. “ You did great today. Now have your singing lesson with your singing instructor and go home,”
Maria sighed, " I wish it were that simple,"

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so what did you guys think. I am doing parts when i show where everyone is at. before they all come together for Isabel's dinner.....

rachel

Authors note: I am moving at a fast pace. So i can get everything filled in. In this fic Isabel is kinda evil. but not entirely, she was used by Tess in her endenvour but beside that Isabel did want to make sure her brother, MAx thought of her at his first proiroty- family then Liz. So hopefully this makes sense.This is where the title- Twisted Elegance- more like Twisted fits in.


hope you like it.


Chapter 4B
August 27th, 2019.
Sometime later…..Madison Hotel-87th floor
3pm

“Wear the pink sandals, Veronica,”
“They make my ankles look fat,”
Imogen sighed, for a second she forgot she was talking to the Veronica Chase. Her best human friend and also who had the hots for her Uncle Max. She cringed at that thought. That was just too disturbing.
Her parents were down the hallway. Imogen could tell. Besides the fact that she had her doors open, her mother and father were fighting. It wasn’t over time management or the normal stuff. It was over what brand of oatmeal they should have for breakfast.

Weird was way beyond description for her parents. They didn’t understand her life. She was the most popular girl at Sanchez High. She was vice captain of the Sanchez snakes and she had a trail of men slaves at her disposal. Her parents lived in some dingy desert town and had no social life. Talk about losers….
“Isabel,” Imogen heard her father say. “ I know what’s wrong with Max. Its August 27th.”

That’s quite odd, Imogen thought. No one used Uncle Max and the word ‘wrong’ in the same sentence, ever. Well besides with his obsessive drinking and smoking. And the odd occasion when he would start singing in Spanish. But beyond that, nothing.
“I gotta go,” She told her friend and clicked off her own cell phone before Veronica could start whining in her parrot voice.

Quiet as a mouse Imogen tiptoed down the hallway. Careful not to make a squeaky sound along the polished floorboards.
“What’s so special about August 27th?” Her mother said. Imogen saw her mother was still in her pink pyjamas. Her hair was a mess. Her long shoulder length brown hair was a mattered nest. That wasn’t good.

Usually her mother was all primped before six in the morning.
“I have other things on my mind,” Isabel was checking how many blue napkins were on the table. “ I don’t have time for another of my brother’s moping sessions. Especially about Liz. She left him. Period. There is no need to bring that whole issue again. Max and Tess are together,”
“Isabel,” Kyle said, “ August 27th 2001?? It was the day Liz and I pretended to sleep together.”

What? Imogen reeled. Who was Liz? Imogen remembered her mother keeping a yearbook in her room somewhere…If only she could find it?

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Isabel turned to her husband, Kyle. The one true friend she ever had since Alex killed himself.
Alex, Isabel thought as she drummed her ivory fingernails on the table. God, she missed him. He was her first love and friend. And the only good thing that came from the relationship of Max and Liz.
“Pretend?” Isabel asked.
“Yeah, It was when…” Kyle trailed off, his eyebrows drew together and a vein began to emerge. “ Liz was trying to get Max to follow his destiny,”
“And he did,” Isabel quipped. “ He married Tess on October the Third. 2002,”
“But you didn’t marry Michael,” Kyle drilled. “ God, Isabel I thought we were over this. I know you weren’t the best of friends with Liz but she is my friend, and yeah, I did love her a long time ago,”
“ She just caused so much pain for Max. It wasn’t love. It was an unhealthy obsession,” Isabel stopped drilling her fingernails on the table and scratched her hair.

“Isabel. Are you really saying this or are you denying the fact that maybe Max Loved Liz so much that he put you second?” Kyle said as he scratched his goatee. He watched his daughter, suddenly enter the room.
“Mom,” She timidly asked. As if she was caught red handed or something. “ I need some hair gel,”
Isabel looked at Kyle and breathed out some air she had been holding. She hated fighting with him.

“Top draw in the Bathroom,” Isabel pointed to the master bedroom. Imogen flashed her mother’s smile and floated down the hallway, her hair streamed behind. When Imogen was out of sight Isabel started talking again.
“Your right,” Isabel admitted. “ I was jealous that when Liz was in the picture, everything else faded into the background.”
Kyle looked at his watch and then gazed at his wife. “ Is that the reason why you didn’t take those dreams about Liz burning to death so seriously?”
Isabel gave him the death stare. “ Not all dreams come true,”

“But we both know where that leads. Remember about the call about a certain horse ranch your parents sold? It burnt to the ground in October 2009?” Kyle knew exactly what Isabel was thinking. The ranch Isabel had sold to Liz Parker.

“I thought you had forgiven me about that,” Isabel tucked a loose strand behind her ear.
“Considering that the fact that you payed Liz enough money to bring up her daughter so she would stay away from Max. Pretty much, Yeah. I haven’t forgotten. I only kept this a secret because Max had been such a jerk. One night he sleeps with Liz and the next day he marries Tess,”
“It wasn’t like that,” Isabel said. Her pager beeped, she checked. Her food she paid for was ready.

“I have to pick up the food,” Isabel said. She looked down and realised she was still wearing her pink pyjamas.
“We are not done,” He placed his hand on her shoulder.
Isabel sighed, she dragged one of many barstools and planted it firmly on the ground.

“When Tess arrived back. My parents wanted Max to marry Tess and support his son. I couldn’t tell Max or my parents that he has another one on the way.”
“Yeah, But at least you could have thought of a better way to break your brother's heart. Instead you took that situation and you smashed it to the ground,”

Isabel shifted her eyes to the ground. “ I don’t even know why we are brining this up. Max is fine. He is happy. End of story,”
“Really Isabel?” Kyle said sarcastically. “ The only reason Michael stays here instead of heading back to Roswell is so he can make sure Max doesn’t kill himself. again”
“He won’t. I know him,” Isabel said. “ He is my brother,”
“Yeah. Well explain this. You tell him that Liz was so ashamed of their lovemaking. That she hated him so much. She drowned herself in the river so she would never ever have to think about her mistake ever again?”

“He believed it,” Isabel said.
“Yeah, With a little help from Tess you constructed a mini funeral and everything. Then you paid Liz to never return.”
“Kyle. The only reason I told you this because I felt so ashamed. And that the fact that Maria happened to stay at that horse ranch in June,” Isabel sighed. “I know that was wrong, and I am paying for that. She has been haunting my dreams ever since”

“Yeah, Cause I’m here because you love me but I can also tell Max that you were the reason behind Liz’s death and his daughters. Which he didn’t know about. The daughter that didn’t live long enough to know her own name?” Kyle said. He wished he gotten to know Liz’s daughter. He didn’t know anything. No one did. Not even Isabel. Isabel had said that Liz did not say anything about her daughter. She only asked for the money.

He wouldn’t do that? Would he tell Max? Isabel thought.
“You wouldn’t.”

“I will,” Kyle said, “ So, you can play happy wife and I can play the loving husband. I won’t tell them about Liz and you won’ t tell them that…”
“You’re having an affair with Serena Campbell. Michael’s girlfriend.” Isabel rolled her eyes.

“I don’t want our daughter Imogen to be brought up in a broken household,” Kyle said. “ I experienced that. And I don’t want that to happen to our daughter,”
Isabel nodded. “ Okay, we can play happy house. But can I ask you something?”
Kyle nodded.

“Can we ever get back to the way we were?” Isabel said, her eyes slightly clouded with tears.
“Maybe,” Kyle admitted. “ But I can’t forget how you manipulated and caused the one girl I cared for. So much pain, just so your brother can find you more important than everyone else,”

“But what about Alex?” Isabel said. “ He killed himself in that car crash and did I receive and sympathy?” Isabel tapped her fingers on the table again. Kyle scratched his neck as a sudden headache started to brew.
“ Don’t bring Alex into this. “ He checked his watch again. “You better get that food. I’ll get Nirvana Brownswick,” He said. Kyle turned and started to walk outside the room.

“Kyle,” She called. Kyle turned around.
“Yeah?”
Isabel clenched her fists. She can do this. She will not falter. She needed to know this.
“Do you still love me?” Isabel asked.
“Yes, unconditionally.” Kyle uttered. “ But there is so much pain, so much pain involved,”



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so what did you think. Kyle and Isabel are in love but they have their problems like emotional blackmail etc....


Your feed back is with an open mind. Next part . More of Max unhappy life. Kyle picks Nirvana up. Nirvana had dyed her many many colours. The dinner- what will happen?

And what is wrong with Liz... excatly????


rachel

Rachel look left and right before making her way to the front stage platform.

Hi guys!!! i was supposed to be here longer, but Real World kicked in. I got the flu, finished exams for school and finally on holidays. Grandparents golden annerversiry- phew,
New boyfriend,,,,,
and on the 21st of april i'll be 16

yeap- the secret comes out. eep! hopefully you guys still accept a young lass like me.


okay i only got part 5- its starts off differntly and might seem not roswell..... but i wanted to try something new. and exciting!!!


and A/N- Thank the glorious Mia Nora


for making me a banner for this story, its on the first page....


ps- please excuse speilling and grammar stuff. i was in a hurry to finish this off!!!and to make this more twisted...hence the title

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Chapter 5

It wasn’t raining tonight, like it’s always has done. Macy’s boyfriend, Troy Dugout was eighteen, and he was late to meet his friends in town. Macy still couldn’t believe it. She was fifteen with only a few more weeks to her sixteenth birthday. And she was dating.

“If I didn’t show it before, Thankyou for coming over tonight,” Macy’s scratched her mousy brown hair, slightly billowing against the gentle wind. He looked down at her with his dazzling light blue eyes as his gelled blonde hair stood up by itself. He cooked a wicked grin and whispered.

“My pleasure.”
Pleasure?? Macy thought. A flash of their rushed making out on her bed, his hands like a spider crawling up beneath her blouse to claim its prize, her supple breast.

Macy shook herself out of it as they made it up to a beat up jeep, rust claimed the chairs and doors with age. Macy thought it was a miracle that this car was still driving, alive.
“Have fun tonight,” Macy didn’t know what else to say. She pulled her black hood over her brown hair to hide her embarrassment. He didn’t notice. He was smiling at her so intently.

“Okay, But not as much fun I had tonight I had with you,” He wrapped his arms around her like a warm blanket and kissed her, his tongue slithering through. Macy wasn’t still used to this. She ignored her stomach crying in pain, she knew she hadn’t eaten anything since 11:30 this morning.
And yet she could stop herself, there was an itching sensation down there, she pushed upwards to get closer.

Before she knew it Troy’s hands were resting underneath the curve of her buttocks. And yet her mind wasn’t here. It was off in other universe, peering down at to horn dogs making out a few blocks away from her house.
She pulled away from him, “ Why do you have your hands on my butt?” It just came out. She didn’t know why,… well she did. She was worried that he might be wanting something that she already stated. Sex, she was saving it for marriage. But for some reason a seed of doubt was planted in her mind, her friends voice still haunting her dreams.


I’ll give you guys six months before you have sex…….


Troy chuckled. “I guess you want my hands,” his arms breezed through, underneath her shirt and resting on her shoulder blades. “Here?”
They were kissing again. Her innocent thoughts about love filtered through. Is this is what all the fuss about, is this it? Aren’t kissing supposed to be magical. Like two pieces finally click? If that was so she was highly disappointed at the world, for making her believe in the magical word ‘soul mate’. Something who understood her and liked the same interests?

And yet there was her body, wanting to try new things- to please him so he wouldn’t be disappointed….
It was like machine work, a computer sending pulsing of information, through groping and kissing. She pulled his arms out of her shirt and they were resting on her butt again. She rolled her eyes and using the one eye she hauled his left hand and rested it on her hipbone. His hand got the message. His hand slid underneath her denim jeans and underneath her underwear to get lost in her dark curls. She felt two lights on her and she leaned against the car on her side to hide what th

ey were doing outside in the dark. Macy felt Troy chuckle at her shyness. Macy drew his hand out from there. It was no longer pure, someone had marked its territory. She had a flash of her future husband, his teary eyes in her face when he finds out that twelve years ago an insecure Macy Ross allowed this to happen. For all she knew Troy could be barging about this, and at work. She pushed her small hands against his chest, she felt the bumps of his muscles, slowly developing.
“Sorry,” She said. And to the heavens.

“Stop apologising,”
“That wasn’t supposed to happen. I have these ground rules,” She was telling her self more than Troy.
“It’s okay,” He titled his head to one side and smiled. “It’s okay,”
“Don’t’ tell anyone,”

“I won’t,”
“Please?” She looked up at him and he nodded. Her stomach was screaming in pain, again. But this time, she felt dirty, unclean, a dirty fifthly slut who betrayed her parents and herself, and her future husband. She had to go.
“You should go. I’ve been here almost half and hour and my parents would start to think…….”

“Okay,” He replied, still had his hands around her small waist. She crossed the road and as he was about to get inside his car. She whipped around.
“I’m sorry,” She said.
He smiled, like it was another game of hers. She crossed over and closed the distance between them. He kissed her.
“Stop apologising,”

“Okay, um. You can slap me next time when I apologise,”
He shook his head. “I don’t want to slap you,”
“Okay, you can tickle me instead,” She felt uneasy when he smiled. He turned around and Macy pulled up her hood, to hide her swollen red face, Still sore from his growing beard.

She pushed open the cricketed gate and made her way to the door. She remembered when she was faced with a door that she forgot to bring her keys. She pushed the doorbell and rapped on the glass window.
“I forgot my keys,” Trying to sound cheerful. The door opened and her mother was dressed in her yellow nightgown. Her pink curlers in her dark hair. “Macy,”

“Can’t talk mom. I Need food,” Macy stood in the hallway.
“You were making out with him,” Her mother smiled. Macy paled. Did they see that? Oh fuck ! no!
“Yeah, But I had to go inside. Cos I’m hungry,”

“Macy,”
“I was sick okay? Mom? I was about to hurl on him and he told me to go inside and have some food,”
“He could have stayed, you know?” Macy’s mother said, touching her yellow nightgown and pink pyjamas.
“But he had to meet some friends,” Macy explained. She just wanted to be left alone. Macy walked past her mother and pushed her door open without using much strength. She used her back to close the door behind her. The moon’s light casting shadows in her room didn’t create much comfort. She was dirty, unclean- no longer innocent or pure, or naive. She glanced at her bedroom mirror.

A girl who let her guard down looked at her. She didn’t want to look at the girl or Be that girl. Hell, she didn’t want to see anymore or feel the guilt cursing through her veins. The blue Swiss pocket knife stood out of nowhere, like a beacon beam, begging to be touched.. That gave Macy an idea…..

The world suddenly became darker as Macy’s left hand reached for the pocket knife. The knife felt light as a feather in her hand. Macy watched the stream of blood follow the clean blade as it made its journey up her left hand, the hand that made her boyfriend’s hand go down to her territory.

“Nirvana,” Someone voiced. Macy scrunched her brow. She watched the trail of red make its mark on her left shoulder blade. All the while blood soaked her unclean clothes.

“Nirvana!” Miguel stressed. Taking matters into his own hands he snatched the blue pocket knife from her hands. His placed it on Ari’s desk, raked his hands through his hair as his mahogany eyes searched for any awareness in Nirvana. Her glossed eyes twitched, Nirvana groaned. She itched her left arm.

“What the…?” Nirvana grumbled. Where was her head? Wasn’t she bleeding? Wasn’t she… committing suicide??
“Are you okay?” Miguel asked. Nirvana nodded. Ari entered the room.
“I was cleaning out my room this morning and found this,” She placed a blue wooden chest on the table. It had no hatch. “This is your’s , from your mother,”

“Oh,” Nirvana said. She checked her watch, it was five thirty. Mr Valenti was late. “Miguel, I better check if Mr Valenti decided to show up. Maybe he’s in the foyer or something? Meet you tonight?”

Miguel smiled .”You bet. Can I escort my girlfriend,” He picked up the heavy blue chest, “ With this mystery box?”

Nirvana smiled. She didn’t know what to do when her boyfriend gets into protective mood. And that dream… Nirvana shook Macy’s emotions off. She didn’t know what happened. But what whatever it was, it was nothing important.

“You guys go, But tell Mr Valenti that he has to see me first,” Ari still perched at her desk covered in Nirvana’s paperwork.
“I know the drill,” Miguel allowed Nirvana to leave the room with her duffel bag.

“Leave the door open Miguel. I’m expecting my niece,” Ari said.
Just then, a girl around 5 “6 entered the room. Her mousy brown hair was tied in a loose ponytail. She was still in her Sanchez High cheer leader’s uniform.

Miguel shook his head. Cheerleaders…..
When the door closed Ari beamed. “Macy. How was school?”
“Fine, Aunt Ari. Cheerleader practice was brutal. Veronica was moping about Max, Again- its just eww. Lucky my friend Kate was there. Although I can’t comprehend how she managed to sit calmly at the bleaches for half an hour? She hates Cheerleading” She eyed the pocket knife on the desk and smiled, “You found my pocket knife I won at the fair last fall.” Picking up the pocket knife, she opened her bag and dropped it inside.

“So, I hear someone is coming over tonight?” Ari unbutton her yellow frilled blouse and air her pale lavender shirt. Smiling, “Someone who you like very much?”

“Yeah, Troy Dugout. He was a senior last year.” Macy blushed. “I’m late for work, See you tomorrow,” Macy went over and hugged her Aunty and streamed out of the room giggling like a naive princess. Little did Ari Marriott know as she gazed on her sweet niece’s happy face that this might be the last time that she was ever going to see Macy alive.


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so what did you think of the begining? a bit different eh?

what do you guys think of the banner??????????

questions????


What's in the blue box????

chpater six- since i am on holidays will be here next wednesday!!

Authors note:

Hey guys...... There is a reason why there are no new parts. On good friday- after my long shift at work(grumble at annoying customers) I knew when My father picked me up, his grim face said it all. Something had happened, something bad becasue he was never late. And tonight he was.

"Rachel,I don't want to alarm you. It's not serious. But ealier this evening your sister Jenni had a car crash," Dad said, his grey eyes fixed on the dark road.
Car crash, Rachel thought, alarmed and various images of her sisters misshapen body started to emerge- hot bile formed a lump in her throat. But also a dark seed of jealously that this somehow happened right before her birthday. The image of a happy, euphoric day was cut into tiny bits of paper.
"Don't worry Rachel. It wasn't her fault. She was turning right at the intersection and the other car forgot to give way,"
Of course Rachel had no idea what he was talking about. She hadn't bothered to learn for her driving test yet.
"So? what now?" Rachel asked.
There was an errie silence as her father turned right at the intersection. oppsoite the dingy Glynde Hotel. Rachel saw tiny flecks of glass, shining like red gems. The glass was covered in blood. Her sister's blood.
"I'm taking you home. I'll grab a few coats and drive to the hospital." Dad said, already made up his mind. So it really wasn't a surprise when Rachel asked if she could join him.
"No," He said. "Mum is already there,"
Rachel sighed, confused at her torn feelings. One side she was fearful wheil the other was....envy.
"Can I give her Blue's clue toy?" Rachel refeerd to the blue's clue dog that usually sits atop of her older sister's dresser.
"I'm sure she'll be fine. She will be home later tonight,"
They arrived home. Rachel silthered through the door, dragging her bag stuffed with her greasy uniform.
Natalie, her granmother was quietly reading in the lounge room. Her long curly white hair billiowing around her shoulders.
"I won't be long," Her father said.

so yeah. I was playing mother hen to my sister. My birthday wasn't really a birthday. Everyone was too concerned for my sister's health. She had no broken bones, just scars and soreness and a bruised knee. The white mini car that she drove is a written off, which means bye bye little car.

Jenni could have died. But she didn't, and I thank god that she didn't. But apart of my little sister-ness wishes she didn't have that crash around my birthday.

I dind't even get a cake. My mum didn't even bother

My Boyfriend was trying his hardest to cheer me up, but being at the beach at night- i have caught the flu. noooo

so in short that is why there are no new part- yet. Drop in on the 30th of April- Wednesday for another part. Which i promise this time. Please stick around. And thank you for the lovely bumps.

Chapter 6

Nirvana was cursing herself that she allowed Miguel to leave her there. She was stuck with a heavy blue chest and her duffle bag. She was more annoyed that a cheerleader girl, tripped Nirvana as she stampeded down the hallway. Now Nirvana had a throbbing left leg. She couldn’t heal her leg because it was too crowded, anyone could see- and that was not a good thing.

Especially what happened forty eight hours ago. Miguel was involved with a street brawl. She didn’t want her mind to dwell on it. There was violence, gore, blood, Miguel was going to die and Nirvana saved his life. End of story. She didn’t even know she had that kind of power.
All Nirvana kept thinking was the she wasn’t going to let him die.

Nirvana’s stomach grumbled. She wasn’t going to let her mind wonder about her origins for the billionth time. Her left hand itched with pins and needles- her unspent power. She felt it rising, clumping together in one ball of hot light. Nirvana blinked her eyes furiously and began to distract herself by cracking her knuckles. Somehow the cracking sound distracted her for a little while. She saw a red ribbon crumbled on the speckled tiled floor. With nothing else to do she humbly crouched down, clenching her teeth as her left leg moved an inch. Her long hair billowed around her as her doe eyes. Nirvana grinned when her hand succeeded in plucking up the ribbon, no longer then the length of her index finger.

There was something ringing in her ear. She didn’t know what it was. Or why she was on the floor. The only thing she could remember is the sound of that woman’s voice. It was vile, horrible and uncanny. It didn’t even help that he had an obsession with her either. She could easily play her mind controlling games as it was a game to her. Play him like a lyre. A game of revenge. She never thought that she would experience the feel of rope burn on her arms and limbs. But who knew? No one did. This lady seemed so innocent. But we were all dead wrong. And yet she couldn’t blame the madwoman who held her life in her dainty fingers. After all it was their fault that she experienced rejection, drifting through life. There was nothing she can do know, it’s too late. The madwoman was too far gone. We are all going to have the same horrible fate. Death.

The sucking sound, popping Nirvana’s ear shook her up. Her shoulders were shivering. She could taste the layer of sweat bedded from her armpits. Her hands had been tied. Hastily brining them to her chest Nirvana wasn’t surprised to see the bruised crisscross marks and a long scar from the end of her palm to her small silver chain wrist watch. It was a scar, and Nirvana had a feeling that was also from a dream she had earlier about Macy. What was this? A new power? Usually Nirvana ignored the rush of images she would get from objectless that have been
heightened.

This was different. It was like the images were trying to warn her of an impending doom. She needed to talk to Miguel. He always had an explanation for everything. Unfortunately Nirvana didn’t have enough money for a cell phone, or even a mobile for that matter. Patting her green pouch of her loose green cargos she also realised she didn’t have enough quarters. She glanced at the payphone just outside the tow doors. She wouldn’t be gone that long. However, the building was notorious for getting things ‘misplaced’. Nirvana slid on her not so heavy duffel bag compared to the blue chest box and slumped towards the front desk and dumped the box on the front desk. Flashing her peachy-keen smile she made eye contact with the secretary.


“Miss Rayfolds-lopez-Crane, Can you keep an eye on this box,” She tapped her fingers on the arch roof.

“ Isabel, don’t do this,” Liz chocked on her own words, breathing the ash into her lungs. She just prayed to god that Tess nor Isabel finds Nirvana. Where’s Maria? Liz hoped Maria was still choosing Nirva’s Birthday cake. She hoped Maria wasn’t in the house…..

“Just think of it as a dream ,”Isabel cooed, her long blonde hair was unscathed by the wings of fire surrounding them. “Only you can’t wake up.”

Pain radiated her left cheekbone. Her eyes felt like icicles. She felt her mother’s fear. Who were Isabel and Tess?
“I’m guessing by this young lady’s dazed expression that this is Nirvana Brownswick,”
Nirvana gazed at the middle aged man standing next to her, smirking with the front desk clerk.. He had his brown hair neatly gelled and his light blue eyes.
Nirvana rolled her eyes, “And you must be Mr Valenti. The Easter Bunny,”
Mr Valenti laughed. “Please, call me Kyle,”
“Okay,” Nirvana said. “Lyle it is,”
“No, Kyle,”
“Lyle,” Nirvana smiled.
“Mr Valenti, Mrs Marriott wished to have a few words and to go over some paperwork, with you,” Miss Rayfolds-lopez-Crane said, busily waving Kyle towards Mrs Marriott Office Nirvana helped placing the box behind the counter.

Nirva was her nickname. She remembered Maria, her long light brown hair and pale green eyes. Playing the guitar softly as she sung her a lullaby. However, Nirvana only remembered this when she touched the box. The rest of her fond childhood memoires were still a blank. She couldn’t remember how she survived the fire or how she ended up in hospital.

However, Nirvana would never forget that night she was reunited with her mother. Swaying her head in self pity she kept her head low and walked outside. Making sure she made no contact with anyone else so she could save herself from the rush of images of their pain, misery, love and inner turmoil. She already had enough of that already. She didn’t notice a short teenager with spiked hair watching her as he took photos of her.

St Mary’s Hospital

An older woman lies on her bed, eyes closed, still as stone. She could feel her ashen body where it touches the bed, hot. Everything was hot, burning; the whole world is on fire.

Her skin was all sweaty and moist and her hair was messed up. She was tired but it was too hot to even doze for a few more hours. She opened her dark eyes and looked at the cream, elegant, ceiling. The stainless, white fan was spinning around but it didn't keep him cool. There was a strange humming inside her Brain.

Each time she tried to move the sound intensified. Liz scratched her head. She plucked a long lock of hair and nestled it between her fingers. The greyness faded out towards the end of the lock of hair. When did she start getting grey hair? Did she use the wrong shampoo this morning? She didn’t know what time it was.

After all she just arrived at this hospital. She wondered who pulled this trick? Was it her boyfriend Kyle? Or someone else? Whatever it was she didn’t really care. That Nurse Betty hadn’t arrived yet so Liz had some time to chill until her parent’s picked her up.

She couldn’t wait to leave New York. She couldn’t wait to get back to Roswell and tell Maria what a day it has been. As Liz plucked more loose hairs from her head she wondered if she had enough time to stop by the hairdressers to get rid of this grey dye those pranksters must of soaked her luscious brown hair. Now her hair was a no hope. A faded auburn with streaks of ash grey. She hoped Max Even didn’t notice. Max Evans, her heart fluttered at the sight of his amber eyes staring at her underneath his cloud of dark hair.

God, She thought. He was like a fictional character out of those romance novels. Tall, dark, handsome and strong. Liz’s face fell as she realised that she was actually dating Kyle, casual dating to be more precise but also Max was only her friend and lab partner. Nothing else, much to Liz’s disappointment. Liz was so drawn into her thoughts she didn’t see Nurse Betty by her bedspread

Nurse Betty was looking at her wooden clipboard again. What was on that thing? Liz thought. All that happened was she …. Her brain fuzzed. All she remembered was a little girl screaming. But who was that little girl?
“Your’s parents can’t make it today,” She said. “I suppose you’ll be staying here tonight,” Nurse Betty glanced at the women in her mid thirties. Sadness washed over her heart. She truly felt sorry for that punk girl. Nirvana Parker.

Liz scratched her head. “I’m sixteen. I don’t need a baby sitter. I’ll just call Maria,”
Nurse Betty shook her head. How was she going to lie to this sweet Lady? What could she say? The Parkers had sold the Crashdown to Amy Deluca five years ago and now rest in Tamworth Memorial park? Everyone thinks she is dead to the world. Betty knew that she should say something to ease Liz’s fragile mind “Maria, and Max have both said that they miss you-"

“Max misses me?” a smiled emergered but not quite meeting her almond eyes. Nurse Betty sighed to herself. Maxwell Evans married Tess Harding sixteen years ago, and has a gifted musician Eli Evans.
“That’s nice,” Liz said to herself. She looked down at her teenage body. What Nurse Betty saw was a different story. An older woman wearing a thermal body suit. Underneath were scars, embedded from the fire. Nurse Betty wasn’t a genius but no one, not even the doctors could answer the questions. How can one person can forget everything except that morning of that day.

How can a thirty- something woman believe that she is sixteen? and also believe that it is September 16th 1999. The group of Doctors working on her case could only prescribe her mental illness as a new time of amnesia. She could remember everything before that date. But nothing afterwards. What was even worse that she was stuck in the morning of that date.

Everyday it was the same morning of the same date. Which made her case harder for everyone. Nurse was getting tired of having to re introducing herself and repeatedly telling Liz that Max’s misses her and seeing her smile time and time again at the mention of ‘Max’s’ name.
What was also special about this date? and her illness is that is could be a new strain Post dramatic stress. Doctor Phil, the main doctor on Liz’s case has mentioned that on that day she was almost shot at her parent’s restaurant, The Crashdown.

The best thing that they could do is to allow her daughter, Nirvana spend some time with her by pretending she was doing community service. Maybe Nirvana can somehow break the door on her brain. But nothing changed. And judging from these Cat scans her brain has been slowly deteriorating. If the shock therapy or Nirvana’s visits or these new medicine helps to improve her condition. Betty would have to agree with everyone else on board with this sad case. Liz Parker is slowly dying. And there is nothing they could do about it



Chapter 7

Isabel was bored. Michael was out bowling and her brother, well he was just fine as candy that Liz was still with him even though Tess had returned to Roswell with their son, Eli. Her husband Jesse was on a business trip with her father in New Orleans on some case. Isabel didn’t keep up with that anymore. She didn’t notice Tess enter her dining room until she lifted up her hand and switched on the lights. Everything seemed to have a less dull magenta as she stared at the walls.

“Eli is asleep,” Tess crossed her arms. Still wearing the Sheriffs chequered brown shirt over her loose white Singlet top and brown string cargos. The purple smudges under eyes told Isabel that she hadn’t slept for days.
“Look, Isabel. I don’t know how to say this..”
“Then don’t,” Isabel retorted.
Tess rolled her blue eyes and shyly tucked her untamed curls behind her ears.
“I want to teach you something, something useful to use against, certain enemies,”
Liz was the first name that Isabel though as a threat. A threat to her family and her brother. Lately Max hasn’t been paying her attention about Jesse or any Valandra business. Even the fear about her father’s determination to find out the truth has failed to peak any interest with Max. It was always Liz. It will forever be Liz. Period. Isabel cursed herself for being so selfish.

“What? Teach me the power that can make people realise I’m important?” Isabel said. Her short brown hair locks flicked across her eyes, clouded with jealous, remorse and anger.
“No, something better.” Tess said. “It’s a power that only you have. It may seem like a mind warp but it isn’t. Its called Lapsed Dream walk,”
Isabel scrunched her nose. “Lapsed Dream walk?”
Tess picked up the chair opposite Isabel and sat down. Dragging herself closer to the table Tess rested her forearms on the counter.

“ In Antar times you and I were the most powerful mind controllers. With my ability to make people see things that aren’t there and you” Jabbing her forefinger at Isabel. “Trapping people in their past,”
Isabel slightly raised her eyeballs in confusion. What did trap people in their past mean?

“ Take this as an example. When I mind warp I focus on making them believe something happened when it didn’t or creating an illusion. With Lapsed Dream walk you trap people to relive a certain event,” Tess sniffed and coughed, placing her hand over her mouth. She looked at Isabel. “ I get sick on space crafts,”

Shrugging that confession off Isabel rubbed her fingers together. Somehow apart of her knew a lot about this power, her alien side.
“So how can this be useful?”

“Well, this is where it seems like a mind warp. Its Like when I mind warped Amy Deluca. I made her forget the whole event. What you can do is trap her mind. Make her think of the whole day right up to going to the UFO museum,” Tess drawled. “Valandra Lapsed Rath when he saw her with Khivair. He was fine. He was about to recall everything about that day expect his encounter with Khivair. Your secret was safe until Zan’s demise. It’s like pausing the advertisements of a movie on television. You are making them forget something. You can even make a ninety year old think today is the morning of his nineteenth birthday. Everyday that old man would wake up and he wouldn’t see the wrinkles or fragments of old age. With the lapsed dream walk you make him perceive himself as the healthy nineteen year old man he was.” Tess sighed

Her blue eyes were staring at Isabel with an underline of friendship. “ You can make people forget something happened. Everyday they would wake up and relive that same day. It’s a very useful power that you can use if a certain someone becomes a threat,”


Isabel placed the last stainless steel knife on the dinging room table. She can’t pay for the things she has done. She wondered if Alex hadn’t killed himself what would he think of her. Isabel was unaware of her rapid tapping Irritated Imogen, Who left the room with Macy. Macy was staying for dinner before meeting up with her boyfriend Troy.. She checked the clock. It was around six o’clock and the sun was almost sunk beneath the city buildings. She hoped her brother would make an appearance tonight.

Authors note: Sorry I took too long. I was trying to figure out the best way of intorducing a character called Vincent into the story. And figuring out what the next part holds for you guys.... so, enjoy


Chapter 8

The sun had almost disappeared. The glow of amber, orange and rose swirled around in the sky. The gentle breeze whipped through her hair, creating her long dark hair to stream like water as she sprinted towards the phone booth.

Nirvana picked up the receiver from the black phone booth. It took her a few seconds to remember Miguel’s number. She couldn’t care less about the cue behind her. However the man that looked around Miguel’s age gave her this look that Nirvana didn’t like. She waited until she heard the sound of the rapid dull beats. The phone line was engaged.
It must mean that Granny May was using the phone. Nirvana said to herself.
“Yo, can you spare some change,” his voice was husky, Nirvana thought. Must be a smoker.
She turned around and was faced with the most enchanting light blue eyes she’d ever seen. His hair was the colour of auburn; an almost colourless red-grey wildly billowed around his shoulders and kicked upwards. It seemed as if every lock of his untamed hair didn’t want any contact with his broad shoulders. His Khaki polo shirt was slightly peaking through his black hooded jumper.

“No, I haven’t, sorry,” Nirvana lied. She didn’t want to deal with another pig headed, punk guy today. She had to get herself in a calm state of mind. Nirvana couldn’t let her emotions get high. After all Nirvana still was discovering her powers.
His full lips emerged into an eerily smile, flickering his studded tongue as he whispered.
“I know you’re lying doll face,” His light blue eyes flickered between Nirvana’s dark flowing hair and her eyes. He lifted up his left hand and scratched his healthy auburn hair. Nirvana almost stopped breathing when she saw the same mark on her wrist was also scarred on his wrist as well.
He stepped closer and extended his hand out towards her.

“I’m Vincent Frost,” His warm hand sent electric bolts of energy through her. A white hot flash exploded few streets away and a chaotic hum of car horns interrupted their handshake. The intersection, near Madison square gardens had become a labyrinth of squashed cars. All the traffic lights was burnt out, charcoaled and few powerlines hang by a single thread a few meters from the ground. Nirvana drew back her hand, as if her hands were touching something vile. She knew that wasn’t her power. It was Vincent’s.

Nirvana backed herself against the metal box as her senses turned up a notch. She could feel his power, his essence taunting her. Beckoning her power to join his . He plucked her left hand and gently kissed her palm, his lips sucking on her skin as his wicked blue eyes almost smiled at her.
A small white business car was placed in her left hand.
“Now you know,” He backed away from her. His hands in his baggy black jeans. “See you around, Nirvana,”

Her eyes peaked out of their sockets. How did he know her name? And the fact that she was not your average New Yorker?

“I know many things about you Nirvana.” He retreated back next to her. The line behind Nirvana departed. Bitter comments were lashed out at Nirvana in annoyance. Nirvana left the bustling line and accidentally nudged him in the shoulder. She grumbled. “Sorry,” Placing her hands on his broad shoulder. He was around 5’11 and Nirvana was around 5’6 so there wasn’t much difference between them. Her head was a little heavy. When she tried to think her brain would laugh back at her and close the doors. She drew her hands back and crossed her arms across her chest. “How the fuck do you know my name?”

“Come tonight. After midnight. Don’t give me some shit that you sleep. Our generation only needs two hours of sleep.” Vincent pulled out a cigarette and a small spake or fire glowed from his fingertips. The tobacco smoke from his cigarette filled Nirvana’s lungs. She should’ve backed away. But she needed to know why Vincent knew her. Was like her. And the smoke was intoxicating.

“Our generation?” Nirvana scrunched her nose. Her almond eyes searched his eyes for some kind of answer. But only found a layer of sin.
“Every few hundred odd years we evolve. We are the next generation. Smarter, more powerful and more cunning than ever, and it has something to do with our genes” He sarcastically said. “You’ll learn soon enough. After all, Judged by your dazed expression a few minutes ago you had just discovered another power of yours? Premonition. Am I right?”

“How did-“ Nirvana seethed when she saw Vincent smile one of his creepy smiles. Similar to that scary cat in Alice in wonder land. She had only known Vincent for a few seconds and already she didn’t like where this conversation was going.

“ I know a lot of things about you Nirvana. Your weak, pathetic half brother. Eli. Who like “oh I wanna be a rock star”. And they say he is the heir to the throne of Antar,” Vincent rambled on and on. His eyes full of hatred.
“Antar?” Nirvana said. I haven’t heard of that name before, Nirvana added silently
Vincent gasped. He chocked on his own laugh. “Gee. And I thought you were this fearless babe. Seems like a dumb whore to me,”
“Whore? Who are you calling whore? If you know me that well you know damn straight of what I can do to you right now.”

“Damn straight I do.” Micking her outraged voice. “But I know you are like your father in many ways. You won’t expose yourself. At least…”Vincent smiled. “Not yet.”
“What is Antar?” Nirvana asked. “ What is Antar?”
“I could tell you. But that will just spoil my fun. My father, Khivair wouldn’t want me telling you everything. I’m just here to pass on a message. Meet me tonight. After midnight. We have a certain deal to discuss with you.”
“I’m not interested in anything unless you tell me about Antar and what it has to do with my father?” Nirvana said.

She knew that she was different all her life. After looking at her blood cells, she knew that she would never fit in. That was until she met Miguel. Nirvana couldn’t deny the fact that meeting something like her was intriguing but this Vincent Frost was scaring her. And it didn’t help that she was attracted to him either.

“You aren’t from around here. Nirvana. We don’t belong. My father has hated your father and his family for many years. He even despises your mother and her gift of second sight. But you. Oh no. He likes you and wishes to cut a certain deal with you that can end up with you having your mother lucid and your father being your father,” Vincent checked his watch. “ If you want your mother to be well again. Then you better not piss us off and blow this meeting,” He left Nirvana alone. Disappearing into oncoming traffic, jumping into a yellow cab.

She didn’t know what the hell happened. Her brain was traffic jammed with
disjointed thoughts. She really needed to call Miguel. She needed to hear his sweet voice. Luckily the line had dissolved and the old man in front of her left without a word. She punched the silver keys on the metal box. Her palm rested against the metallic surface. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking as green sparks covered her skin and started to melt the phone box. A pool of silver liquid pooled around her wrist and was about to drip down.

Nirvana closed her eyes and focused on pushing the molecules to fuse together and harden to make metal. The phone was a phone again but her hand wouldn’t stop quivering, or sparking off green lighting.
“Nirvana?” Kyle said.
Nirvana whirled around and quickly made sure her arms were behind her back.
“I got your stuff. Come with me,” Kyle shook his head. As if he was trying to shake off a feeling of déjà vu.






Chapter Nine

No matter how much Eli tried. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t heal. Not even a stupid broken wing off a bird. His father did that when he was not even nine but Eli didn’t possess the right state of mind. He even started to begin to doubt that he doesn’t even have that power. lying on top of his unmade bed he gazed around his room covered in posters of his idols. Red Hot chill peppers were an oldie but the other bands like Akas-jya and Isis were a new funk, just to name a few.

There was however one poster in his room that didn’t belong to him. But rather his father had placed on the wall when he was a child. It had aged with time and some of the corners had been worn away, splotches of coffee stains and the smell of strawberries. But Eli knew that the building in the poster that greeting him was none rather than Cambridge university. His father had placed it there when he was little. Eli never bothered to question him about it until when he was moving the poster and saw the initial of J.P. Who was J.P?

There was a slight knock on his bedroom door. Before Eli could object his father’s head popped in. His dark curly hair covered his face.
“Come in,” Eli sighed. There was not one moment of solace in this household.
A small pigeon with a broken right wing was shivering in his father’s big hands. “I know you are having trouble. So, I decided that we would start slow.”
“Not the pigeon, again, Dad,” Eli grumbled. Eli sat crossed legged on his bed, scooter over so his father could sit down. He was still in his white lab coat and the aroma of tobacco and gin made Eli want to gag on his own tongue.

“It a piece of cake, Eli,” Max said. Smiling, he placed the injured bird in Eli’s cupped hand.
“I remember that last time we tried on a adult male. When I realised I head a female pigeon,” His father chuckled.
Looking to his ceiling for some of peace, Eli shook his head. “Happy, joy, joy.”
Eli closed his blue eyes. His dark hair wisped around, tickling him on the forehead. But he ignored it.
“See the broken forearm?” Dad asked. His raspy voice stirred. Eli knew his dad was restraining himself from coughing.
“Cough dad. Or you’ll get lung cancer,” Eli joked. His father coughed in abrupt spurts before chuckling to himself.
“Concentrate my pad-one-friend,”

Eli opened up his eyes. Breaking off his concentration. “And you said to concentrate?”
Max smiled. “Kyle said that to me when I was teaching him how to use his powers,”
Eli shrugged. “I didn’t know he had powers?”
Max nodded, “It’s a secret between Kyle, Maria and myself. Kyle’s power is something that we didn’t expect,”

“Oh,” Eli whispered. “I guess you won’t be telling me anytime soon?”
Max shook his head. “It’s something that even myself can’t believe,”
Eli smiled. His father ruffled his hair. “I can almost imagine what Liz would say. I often wondered what her powers might be like. If she didn’t kill herself,”

Eli watched his father’s eyes grew darker, a veil or guilt chocked on his mind.
“Liz?” Eli said.
“Shhh,” Max whispered. “Your mother might hear. We wouldn’t want that,”
“Who’s Liz?”

Max sighed, his shoulders dropped. “Someone in the past,”
Eli decided to let the matter drop for tonight. He knew his father was lying. After all his father didn’t show any raw emotion at all. To see his father lose all sense of reality because of one single name Eli knew that Liz meant a lot to his father.

Eli closed his eyes. Concentrated. Max even saw a vein begin to emerge from Eli's forehead. Eli snapped his eyes opened, gasped. The pigeon was perching on his hands. Inspecting her healed wing. It seemed that the pigeon somehow knew that Eli healed her wing, gobbled and made pigeon noises. Max opened the window and the pigeon flapped outside. Leaving a long grey feather behind to flutter down, land on Eli’s black sneakers.
“Maxie poo!” Eli’s mother squawked.
Anyone would believe that they owned a Parrot in this house, Eli thought.

Eli saw his father stiffen. His shoulders became square and his spine straight beyond human theory. “Be there in a sec.” Max turned to his son. “I’m very proud of you. Now, clean your room before we go to Aunty Isabel’s,”
Eli nodded, looking around his room. “What?”


Max chuckled. His hand on the doorknob. “It’s worse than Michael’s apartment.” The door closed. Then the shouting started again. His parents were fighting for the millionth time. Eli sighed. Looking down at the pigeon still in his hands. Eli slid off his bed. Stepping over the pair of black sneakers and his guitar case.

Eli used his mind to push the window open and drop the pigeon with the broken wing outside. Hearing the disgusting sound the pigeon made when it imploded on the garden floor, and onto his plie of dead animals. The dead pigeon was surrounded by bushes no one would notice the pile of dead pigeons, decaying into the ground. Eli clapped his hands, wiping off the pigeon’s blood.
“Piece of cake,” Eli whispered.




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Warning: some parts might be not of the ordinary, so is you are disgust, sorry but this is how the story goes .....

Chapter ten.
Outside Madison Hotel
Friday-27th August
6:00pm

The sound of guitars croaked through Nirvana’s ears. A low rumble of a man singing strangely as he sounded like a cat, speaking in foreign tongues as the sounds of We haven’t turned around was being played backwards. Sometimes Nirvana can get a kick out of the simplest things in life. The Cd whirled and fluttered underneath her black fingernails, blue electricity escaped her hands as the volume rose. Nirvana laughed while heard the chorus sung backwards. Luckily for her, Kyle didn’t like to fill in uncomfortable silences. Instead he focused on the road and speed through Madison square.

She was still in the broken down paddle van while Kyle was speaking to the bell man in front of Madison Hotel. Nirvana flipped her cd inside her duffel bag. Careful not to attract any attention to herself she creaked open the flaming red door and pounced on the sidewalk. Resting the headphones on her ears she turned her linkin park cd full volume and listened to the male singer belting out the chorus as she got lost in the middling crowd.

Or, that’s would of happen if it wasn’t for the dark haired teenager with blue eyes waiting for her outside the paddle van.
Nirvana didn’t notice him, she was distracted with the smell of gas and expensive El-dulre perfume. So, when she pouched she landed on top of him. A dull thud hit her body. Nirvana glared at him, jumped off him and flipped backwards to create some distance between them. He was wearing a Calvin Klein white shirt and dark blue-grey jeans.

A black leather jacket rested comfortably on his well developed body. Nirvana pulled off her headphone and rested around her neck. She could still hear the lead singer screaming. Nirvana turned off her MP3 player, her dark hair streaked with flaming orange and hot pink fringe while her splint ends were tainted with a warm magenta.
His dark wild hair covered his blue eyes, the colour of lagoon water. He struck out his hand.

“Hi, I’m Eli Evans. You must be Nirvana Brownswick?” He voice was soft and grainy.

Nirvana un-button her dirty ash tray shirt she got changed into earlier. Her green cargos had millions of black pen mark tattoos of dragons and star constellations. Cracking her knuckles she walked up to him.

The traffic had piles of taxi speaking to each other using harsh comments and horns as the traffic build up was because of the labyrinth of cars crashed together in a half circle with the traffic lights smashed to pieces. A flash of Vincent’s smile and dazzling light blue eyes inside her mind gave Nirvana an unearthly chill up her spine. Putting that aside Nirvana shook Eli’s
sweaty palm. “The one and only,”

She was softer than silk, creamer than the richest butter milk. And yet, he couldn’t get enough of her. His lips viciously sucked on her shoulder blade. Her dark wisps of hair clouded her almond eyes. Her eyes brought mystery, erotic intentions and feelings that caused Eli to go in overload. Looking at Nirvana had driven him crazy. He couldn’t just look, but he had to touch as well. Clamping her against his fiery lions he ravished her on the dinging room table. Pushing his hips against hers. But he needed to get closer.

“I still have my secrets, Eli,” Nirvana’s voiced was rich like wine. Hot and spicy filled his throat as he sipped on the warm baileys with Tabasco.
Eli’s blue eyes bored into her cunning smile. Her white teeth shone like rare gems as her sliver stub peaked from her mouth. He felt like on a high, a draining sensation. He felt like he was onto of a high mountain, losing grip on reality as he was intoxicated by too much air, his head was clouded. A man with light blue eyes suddenly walked peacefully into the room with Nickelous.

What the….
“It’s just too bad that you decided to claim me through Miguel,’ Nirvana spat. “You leave me no choice but to kill you,”

Placing her hands in her pockets Nirvana followed Eli into the hotel. Nirvana quaked at the feelings of confusion from Eli as he was slaughtered bored down her like heavy waves, drowning her in her own image of driving a blade and slicing his skin to feel the warm blood across her skin.
“You hungry? “ Eli asked.

“Huh?” Nirvana said. I was just too distracted by the revelation that I will kill you in less than a month, Nirvana thought. But what this about claiming her through Miguel?

Eli drew his eyebrows together .“Cos My Uncle Michael is in the Kitchen,” He looked such a curious dog.

Nirvana rolled her eyes. Her half brother is weird. Family, Nirvana ordered herself to breathe. She didn’t want to lose her cool about meeting her half brother or the image of him having his hand down her pants in her recent vision. What was Vincent doing there? Who the hell was Nickelous? Nirvana had an ill feeling that she would discover the answer later tonight if she went to the meeting. The white business card was burning in her pants but Nirvana refused to lose her cool.

“And,” Eli added. “You’ll get to see my band practice,” Flashing a dazzling smile Nirvana followed him through the main entrance hall that looked like the entrance to a Russian castle. Very flamboyant and beautifully crafted with red velvet carpets and Greek statues of Apollo and Aphrodite. Nirvana tugged her dull yellow bag with thousands of green peace badges from her orphan mates at the orphanage. She looked at the front desk.

The words of Madison Hotel had been embedded with blue gems and sea shells. Above of the main desk was a painting of Kyle was longish hair and a beard. Next to a humble character was a sullen looking woman wearing a low-cut satin dress, showing cleaving with her wild honey blonde hair framed her to be like a model with an underline of evil. Her piercing eyes would be able to scare the most bravest man.


Turning to her left she followed him down a gloomy corridor with paintings of moné and others paintings with dazzling oil pastels of deserts. The corridor led them to an open concave room filled to the brim with dark tables and upholstered dark chairs with a black vase and red roses.


The red roses were the only colour in the room. The thick smell of fried bacon and sweet and sour coughed Nirvana’s lungs. Nirvana was feeling uneasy as her last cigarette was a few hours ago. In the middle was another boy, around Eli’s age and two girls and an older man with a shaved head and two day beard. The older man was smiling because he won another game of poker.

“Hey guys, Uncle Michael.” Eli said as he brought to chairs and planted them next to each other. Nirvana sat on the left side, opposite Michael and next to the girl with blonde hair and another girl Nirvana had recognised from her dreams.
“Macy?!!” Nirvana sucked in her breath. Feeling the burning sensation in her wrists.
Macy’s eyes looked at her oddly. Thinking that Macy was been mistaken for someone else “Do I know you?”

**
It’s a simple process, Max thought. You dip the unclean dish into the hot soapy water. Then, using a sponge you wipe away the grit and dirt and pull the dish from the water and it comes out clean and unscathed. Then, Max thought. How come a simple process of wiping dirt away can not wipe away the dirt from Tess and the tiny flecks of blood from Liz’s body? After sixteen years Max could still fell Liz’s blood underneath his fingernails and in his hair.

Max sighed. He then realised that he finished washing the dishes in Isabel’s sink. But where did he put the sponge.
“Here you go, Honey,” Liz replied, placing the soapy sponge into his hand. Her sparkling dark eyes bounced off Isabel’s dull cranberry kitchen. She was wearing a white lien dress with imprint of green leaves. As Max wringed out the excess water from the sponge the water seemed to taken on a pinker foam than water. It was then Max realised it was blood that now trickled down his forearms and seep into his skin. Shocked, Max looked back up to face Liz.


Her hair was drenched in water. Then he realised that the whole room was flooded with water. It soaked his black pants to the bone.
This can’t be happening, Max thought, dropping the red sponge into the water. The splash hit him with warm placid crimson blood that smelt like spoiled sardines. It tasted like fish heads as the blood filled his mouth. Max tried to spit out the blood but it managed to find it way down his throat so his stomach can be consumed by Liz’s blood.
Liz’s cheek bones were so thin only one thin layer seemed to hold her face by a fine string. Her eyes were fully black. Max sonly saw emptiness in the eyes that once amazed him.

Green algae had moulded and become half of her body. Liz struck out her thin stalky hand that gently touched his cheek. Max flinched as he tried to put as much space between him and her as possible. Something that Max would never do when Liz was in the room.

“Why such protest, honey?” She smiled but no teeth were shown, just an empty blackness that blood flowed from. It streamed like a river, staining his white shirt to turn pink to stick to his skin.
“Your not Liz,” Max stuttered. Max repeatedly punched his chest in order to pump out the blood that was slowly overflowing his body and chocking him. Max couldn’t move. The water had risen and only his head was bopping out of the red sea.

“Don’t protest, my darling. It’s what you want. To be with me. And the only way to be with me is through death, my love,” Liz’s body had dissolved through time so only half of her body was still whole. The rest was a tangle mess of seaweed and rocks to use as her legs to wrap around Max’s waist.
“Now,” Liz dark soulless eyes consumed Max’s vision as he struggled to stay a float. “Be a dear and give your first wife a kiss,”

Max awoke, breaking out in cold sweat. He felt the tiny dark hairs underneath his armpits stick to his skin. Max waited to calm down before throwing of his heavy covers. Max didn’t even bother to make the bed. He sprinted, only wearing grey sweat pants to his study to open up the secret safe no one knew about. There, inside was one photo, a video tape, a wedding certificate and annulment in a span of a day and a silver Claddagh wedding ring. It was his first wedding ring.

It took a few minutes for his grimy hands to pick up the ring but it burned his skin as it laid in the middle of his palm. Max could smell the staleness of his evening breath. Holding the tape in his right hand marked ‘Our Wedding’ Max sild on the cold wedding ring. The engravings of a crown on top of a heart with two hands holding it brought tears to Max’s heart. It panged him to know that there was nothing he could do. There was nothing left as an image of his love for his soul mate. Just a few items and a death certificate Isabel kept in her room for safe keeping. Using the phone placed on his clattered desk he dialled his sister’s number and was greeted with an answering machine and her perky voice.

“Hey, Iz, It’s Max,” He whispered half heartily after the beep. “I’m sorry but I don’t think I can come over tonight, I’ve got too much paper work to finish,” Max hanged up the phone and spent the next few minutes reminiscing while holding the tape in his hands.

Chapter eleven


“Maria, I’m telling you. We are missing something,” Michael harshly whispered to his ex wife he still loved. Placing the last pepper rice cracker in the sun died tomato dip to for a cracker pyramid.
Maria, wearing her business suit and curly blonde hair was distraught. “I’d like it if you drop this matter. Okay? I know I have some memoires blank from our car crash in October but I don’t think it has anything to do with Liz. And for Liz being alive? Hello? were you like, there when we buried her in Santa Fe?” Maria slid of his black jacket and rolled up her white blouse. Michael could see the sweat patches Maria produced from her meeting with her record company.

“Yeah, but that is until I found this in Isabel’s draw lat week,” Michael pulled out a worn out photo and placed it on the kitchen table. Luckily for them, no one was around to hear Maria scream.
“That’s Liz,” Maria cried. “And she is holding a?”
“A baby girl,” Michael finished. “And I think the baby girl is Nirvana Brownswick,”
“Oh. Don’t be absurd,” Maria said, glancing at her dead friend holding a new born baby. “And it’s marked 22nd of April 2003? There you go Michael. I was in the Caribbean doing a photo shoot. And I got the negatives to prove it,” Maria said. “It’s your obsession over Alex and Liz’s death that cause our marriage to fall. You weren’t there when Matt and I needed you the most.” Maria sighed. She started slicing the green chill with vengeance,” Maria spat

“ Instead you were following a loose lead about a abandoned horse ranch and a mysterious Lenna Alex dated who looked like this girl called Jen in the University of New Mexico?” Maria finished slicing the chill and placed it in a round bowl with the tempura and fried rice.
“I’m telling you that the whole situation is fishy Maria. You know Alex and Liz better than I do. Whatdya think?” Michael slipped the photo back into his pocket.

Maria turned on the faucet and washed her hands. Then took her time drying her hands with a paper towel. “I think Alex couldn’t deal with the alien situation and Isabel being a total bitch.” Maria glared at Michael as it was his fault that Isabel was being a bitch, “Liz had to save the whole fucken world and when she finally gets her one night of happiness Max goes off and marries that gerbil. So, yeah? I will kill myself too,”
“Then, explain the photo?” Michael urged. “How come I remember it?”
“Because you want to Michael. Everyone has moved on but you. Stop mellowing over the past and move on.” Maria tapped her blue fingernails with tiny red baubles stuck on each finger on the table. “I just don’t think. Liz wants us to be happy. After all she saved the world,” Maria didn’t say a single world when she left the kitchen. Her black strapped heals did it for her. She was angry.

Michael crossed his arms. Walking through the corridor and to the dining room where the teenagers were talking he glanced at Nirvana, who was feeling very out of place. So like Liz when she was in an odd situation.
“ I know that Alex didn’t kill himself. I know that Liz is still alive, Maria,” He said to himself. “I know that Nirvana is Max and Liz’s daughter,” Michael scratched his left eyebrow, “And I’m going to prove it,”

*
Feeling Michael staring at her, Nirvana tried not to show that she was ready to use her powers and blast at him. Instead, Nirvana tried to find a way to warn Macy about the impending doom she saw in her vision. Nirvana dug into her knapsack and used her powers to change her deck of cards into Tarot cards.

“So, Nirvana?” Imogen’s voice flowed evenly. So evenly that it seemed that all words melted into one.
“I’m a clairvoyant,” Nirvana replied. “Anyone want their fortune read?” Nirvana started shuffling the cards together. Macy’s eye lit up as her mousy brown hair cascaded around her shoulders. Nirvana was only a few chairs away from her but the impact of her melon lip close was a full throttle when Macy happily sat next to her. Imogen was rolling her eyes while Matt was laughing. Nirvana glanced at Eli and smiled. Eli ducked his head away so no one can see him blush.

“I will need your left palm please,” Nirvana placed the cards on the table. Leaving her right hand open to have Macy’s left palm on top of hers. Closing her eyes she pretended to see something and gasped. Opening them she picked five cards and turned them over. “Hmm. I see that tonight it special. I see a man. I see temptation that seems sweet as fruit but if you give in you’ll be scarred,”
“That doesn’t make sense,” Imogen barked.

“It’s not supposed to,” Matt replied, scratching his left eyebrow. “ Because she’s a fraud,”
Macy wasn’t being it as well. She was chuckling but Nirvana knew that she had to save her somehow. Grasping harder onto her hand she spoke silently to Macy so no one would be able to hear her. “Look into my eyes,”
Macy’s looked into her eyes and Nirvana gave Macy’s mind a slight push in order to plague doubt into her mind.

Everyone was deadly quiet. Nirvana didn’t care. “I see trouble with this boyfriend. Don’t let him do things that you aren’t ready for. Unless you want your blue Swiss army knife to slice your skin. You got it at the carnival last fall” Nirvana closed her eyes and quickly used her advanced powers she used so many times to snatch a memory of the carnival from Macy’s mind. “You wore a red woollen jumper your grandmother made for you,” Nirvana let go of her hand.

“Whoa,” Macy whispered, totally believing everything Nirvana said. She was in awe. “How long have you known?”
“My real mom was a witch,” Nirvana slightly chuckled at that thought of her mother wearing a black cape and had black cauldron to cook tree roots and raven talons. “Or, so I’ve been told.” Nirvana whispered.
“So,” Macy said. “What else did you see?”
Imogen sighed. “You’ve got to be kidding,”

“I know that there is something different about you Imogen,” Nirvana said, her sweet voice turned sour. “Give me a break before I use my second sight to find out why,”
Imogen didn’t say anything after that. So, Nirvana went back to speaking with Macy. Who was still wearing her cheerleader uniform. “I just saw danger. So, maybe tonight, just be careful. And don’t do anything stupid,”
Eli was the first to notice that Nirvana had a tattoo of the mythological bird phoenix on her left shoulder blade, And that she had a tongue ring.
“How did?” Eli said.

“In Detroit. When I was eleven my foster parents were tattoo artists and drug lords. There were nice. Except for the mother being a psycho murderer. She killed my pet gold fish. Fe Fe,” Nirvana scratched her left eyebrow with a small blue diamond stud.
“Fe Fe?” Matt chuckled.
“Yeah,” Nirvana spat. “ You got a problem with that?”
Matt stared at her with watery green eyes. “No,” he said. Trying to contain his laughter but failed Tears rolled from his eyes.. He only stopped when Eli punched him in the shoulder.
“So?” Nirvana said. “Where’s da band?”

Eli shrugged his shoulder. “I don’t know. Maybe still at china town,” Eli didn’t seem to care where the other band members went. He was more concerned about food when his stomach growled.
Looking at the group. Nirvana couldn’t believe that she had to stay with these dweebs. “So, show me da room I’m gate crashing for the next few months,”
“It upstairs and it’s only temporary,” Imogen said.
Nirvana looked at Eli and Matt. “ See you guys later,” Nirvana followed Imogen and Macy out of the room. Feeling the odd stares of both Matt and Eli until her black boots left the door.

*

Authors note : I don't know, but I had to go this way. It's all the foundations. I don't know about you but I think the part with Max is kinda haunting.

and Micahel is the only one who thinks that something is not right


rachel