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Past Comes Alive”
by Liz, Annie, Jeslyn and Kristin
by Lisa, Mark and Tiff
“Glycerine” by Bush
“Angels or Devils” by Dishwalla
“Not Afraid” by Earshot
Two weeks later
not sure how I should start this.”
looked up at Max, who stood by her side, his arm held reassuringly across
the small of her back. He
nodded slowly at her; urging her to continue.
wrong with Michael.”
pairs of eyes stared back at her from the kitchen of Jesse’s apartment.
It was a Friday morning and the sun was shining brightly through
the window, creating prisms of light.
Normally Liz would have sat at the counter, eating a bowl of cereal
while watching the rainbows move along the counter… but not today.
he’s being moody, distant and distracted,” Isabel named off.
“Welcome to Michael–on–a–mission.
Please secure all overhead luggage and make sure your trays are in
their full, upright positions.”
not just that,” Liz countered quietly, her gaze shifting downward.
what is it then?” Kyle asked, standing to the left of Isabel.
They had begun repairing their friendship in tiny spurts not long
after Christmas, coming to a common understanding that if Isabel wanted
help, she would ask him for it.
think Michael may be seeing someone else.”
Wait, you mean like someone else as in someone other than Maria?” Isabel
just nodded. “We all know
that he’s been spending more and more time at the library, but he’s
coming home way past the library closing time.
I checked. The library
he goes to closes at nine every night.
Michael usually doesn’t get home until after midnight.”
Liz stated, then raised her hand and started eliminating possible
scenarios on her fingers. “He can’t drink alcohol, he doesn’t like
to dance, he has no new friends we’ve been hearing about – I mean,
what other explanation is there?”
club?” Kyle asked, rubbing his hands together eagerly.
rolled his eyes. “What Liz
is trying to say is that Michael has been acting kind of abnormal, even
for Michael. Like someone or
something else is on his mind. Someone
we think is important to him.” He looked down at Liz.
“Someone other than Maria.”
who would it be?” Jesse spoke up, downing a cup of coffee hurriedly
while listening to their conversation.
don’t know.” Liz crossed her arms, shaking her head with a small
don’t know?” Isabel repeated, annoyed that she got up two hours
earlier just to shower before everyone else.
“You called this meeting and you don’t even know who this
person is? God, and the fact that you’re just mentioning this now
wanted to be sure,” Max interrupted before Isabel went any further.
“We had to be positive that Michael was doing what we
the front door swung open and all five turned to see Michael standing in
the doorway. He wore dark
pants, with a silver chain dangling from the buckles, and a stylish
see-through black shirt. Just barely visible through the shirt on the
upper left side of his chest was a small tattoo of a motorcycle. His hair
had even been cut and was dyed a darker shade of brown. Not saying a word,
he moved from the doorway, grabbed an apple from a bowl on the kitchen
counter, and walked down the hallway to his room. He shut the door behind
him slowly, making the shocked silence almost unbearable for those left in
the kitchen looking on.
Kyle said slowly. “Is he
trying to look like a bad-ass version of David Duchovney? Because all he
needs is the FBI badge and a trench coat.”
shook his head. "No, it was more like a 'Pimp-Master-Michael'
was thinking more along the lines of that guy from ‘Blade,’” Serena
piped in for the first time. “You
know that guy?”
‘that guy,’ really helpful, Serena,” Kyle nodded and hopped up on
off the counter, Kyle,” Isabel automatically said.
Kyle gave her puppy dog eyes and then jumped down.
Dorf!” Serena suddenly exclaimed.
he would be...?” Max asked.
c’mon Max, you work in a video store, you should know this,” Kyle
spouted knowingly. “He was the vampire head cheese, all–around evil
bad guy who wanted to take over the world and make it all his own ‘cause
he believed that the vampires were superior to the humans.
Not to mention he got all the hot vampire babes to do whatever he
wanted and...” Kyle stopped
talking and noticed that no one in the room was sharing his vivid memory
of the movie. He
shrugged. “Sorry, but you
gotta’ love the vampire babes.”
now fully believe you’ve watched way too many juvenile movies in your
lifetime Kyle,” Isabel said, shaking her head.
guys, can we just focus here?” Liz broke through the clamor, subduing
the volume to a whisper. “We’re
talking about Michael cheating on Maria here.
He’s acting really strange.
I mean it is–” she looked at the clock.
“Eight fifteen in the morning and he’s just coming home – and
not to mention he looks totally different.”
it's just Boston." Kyle suggested with a shrug. "The city calls
to you - it changes you. Face it – we’re not in Roswell anymore Totos."
reminds me, I need to get going,” Jesse rinsed out his mug and gave
Isabel a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll be back after six,” he
informed her, shrugging on his business jacket and grabbing his briefcase.
honey, be safe.” Isabel
waved as the door closed, then immediately changed tactics.
“So what do you suggest we do? ‘Cause I agree with Liz. Michael
looks to be about a hop, skip, and jump away from an eyebrow piercing.”
have to try bringing Maria back again,” Liz stated.
“I think the only reason Michael is going to someone else is
because Maria isn’t herself anymore, being void and all, it’s tearing
him up inside.”
he’s like going to someone else to…” Isabel made a gesture and gave
Liz a knowing look.
don’t know. But it’s a
possibility I suppose.” A disgusted look overcame Isabel’s features.
what’s the plan?” Kyle asked, whistling the X-Files theme song and
looking around eerily, much to his amusement.
“And don’t give me any of that ‘aliens–only’ bull, cause
if Michael turns all vampire, FBI agent, alien hybrid on our asses, I'm
getting my Buddha out of here.”
room was dark as he walked in, the shades drawn tightly closed.
Maria was sleeping again – something she’d been doing a lot of
else that had been happening with more frequency was Calypso.
Michael had seen more and more of her over the past two weeks since
he had found out who she was. He’d
sworn she’d been in the bar one night and saw a glimpse of her walking
down the street. But whenever he took another look, the mirage was gone.
She was playing with him and he didn’t enjoy one bit of it.
A part of him was losing control, a part of him wanted to be with
her, but his other half… The longer she stayed around him, the more he
lost his grip on reality.
looked over at Maria. Her
hair was thrown all over the pillow and she was breathing lightly, almost
hesitantly. It was amazing
how much alike they looked. Sometimes
he just couldn’t understand how she could sleep so much. Was she really that bored, that uninterested in life?
It was such a contrast to Calypso’s vibrance, the energy that
radiated off of her whenever he felt her near.
was someone who wasn’t playing with him.
She didn’t have a choice – he’d made her this way.
Her dreams had been getting stronger and more frequent lately,
allowing him vivid glimpses into what had happened on Antar.
only problem was, he didn’t want to know what had happened on Antar.
He just wanted his old Maria back.
All the images of Antar were distant and cold, mechanical in their
own twisted way. And coming
from Maria – that was spooky in itself.
his eyes, he lied down and stared at the ceiling, willing himself to
sleep. It didn’t come easy.
it's going to happen, you can't stop it.
Training like this isn't going to help anything, it's our
destiny!” Calypso exclaimed as she thrust her sword through the air at
him. “Deal with it like the
leader you are!” She parried again, and her flamberge was knocked from
her hand. A golden–laced arm reached out, pulling her body almost
violently up against his.
will not leave you behind,” Rath ground out, gripping her arms more
tightly between his hands, raising them up and over his muscular neck.
grasped her hands in his. “I must stop it.”
Calypso urged. “You can’t
stop any of what you saw in that vision.
It has to happen or who knows what will become of us.
We must die and then live.” Rath swallowed.
yes we will.”
lady, Khivar’s troops have broken through the palace gates.
Rath sent me to tell you as soon as possible.”
didn’t pay any attention to the messenger.
She watched the war raging on in the mountains above the palace.
It was dark and windy, the perfect night for hiding movements and
perfect night for an attack.
many?” she asked casually, watching the dull golden metal uniforms of
Khivar’s army slowly march unopposed into the palace walls.
Khivar and several aids had taken the underground passage, just as
the servant girl had predicted.
strong, maybe more,” Lysé replied, still out of breath.
maneuvered around him, taking a better angle to view the attack.
“Where is my sword?”
is my sword?!” Calypso demanded, shooting a dangerous look at Lysé.
His eyes dropped and he went to the trees.
Pulling the bark open, he revealed a glittering array of swords,
daggers and cross arrows – her weaponry.
didn’t even ask, knowing that Rath had hid them for her days ago.
She picked up her sword from the stash, testing its weight, its
length. She swung it through
the air, slicing it, the radiant crystalline blade causing a whirling,
piercing sound to linger long after her.
watched her with wide eyes. “Lady Calypso, Rath wished–”
whirled on him, bringing the tip of the sword to his jugular vein,
pressing lightly. “I do not
care what Rath wishes,” she said slowly and quietly.
“I only know my duty, and that is to die tonight with him.” She
pulled the sword back, allowing him to breathe once more.
a warrior’s sash from the pile, she strapped it on.
“Lysé, I want you to stay here.
The troops won’t be coming this way.
The forest is unimportant to them right now.
Anyone who comes this way, help them to safety.
You may have to cross the Kulerc Sea to C’avare in order to
obtain this.” She glanced up at him, sliding her sword into its sheath.
“Please do this, Lysé. I
cannot afford to lose my most trusted advisor.”
nodded, his dark hair falling gravely in his face.
“As you wish, my lady.”
smiled, placing a kiss on his forehead.
“I will see you again. In
our next life, perhaps?”
didn’t wait for an answer. She
turned and sprinted down the mountainside, towards her fate.
dying,” Rath choked, gazing up at Calypso.
pressed her hand to the bleeding wound that would eventually drain her
beloved to his death as she leaned down closer to him, trying to ignore
the doomed war that raged around them.
She whispered softly against his lips, words of hope.
“We will live again–”
was dark. He looked up to the
sky, a million stars littered the night; none of which he could recognize
by memory. Three moons
pierced the darkness overhead, giving off a dull orange glow.
looked around. He was by the
lake where Calypso had given him the dagger, this much he remembered.
The night sky reflected off the smooth surface, leaving inky black
spots mixed with midnight blue.
as if on cue, she appeared, wearing a dress made out of a thin and smooth
material, which accentuated every curve and move she made.
glided towards him stealthily, but he put up a hand to stop her.
She did so immediately.
seemed to smile. “You’re
on Antar, Rath. Surely
you brought yourself here.”
eyes narrowed. “Who are
know who I am, Rath,” she paused and took a step closer.
She looked at him again, but Michael did not budge.
When she spoke again, she sounded almost hurt.
promised you would remember me!”
looked at her for a second and then blinked.
is a trick. You’re just
Her forehead scrunched up in confusion.
Michael barked, getting angry, waving her question away with his hand.
“You’re just another plot to get us to come back to Antar, to
divide and conquer. You
couldn’t get through the first time so you are trying again.” He
turned his back on her. “So
how much of this is a mindwarp?”
features drooped as she pondered his words for a few seconds before
speaking again. “Rath–”
closed her eyes, lowering her head in defeat.
“Michael.” She paused before speaking again.
“You already know the answers to the questions you’re asking.
You’ve known them all along, in your heart.
Because in your heart, you are Rath and you still love and remember
me, as I do you. I’ve never
forgotten you, Ra–” she faltered and caught herself.
didn’t answer, keeping his back to her.
He didn’t want to believe her; this had to be just another trick.
But a part of him had been calling out to her for months.
He just didn’t know who or what it was – until now.
touched his shoulder, gently turning him around.
Tears were in her eyes, threatening to spill.
Rath. You promised.
You’ve only broken your promise once and that was to protect me,
I understand that now. Please
come back to me. I miss you
finally looked at her, grasping her arms at the elbows, removing them from
his body entirely. She
watched him do it, a look of utter disbelief on her face.
awoke, startled, his hands clenched tightly, pushing the sheets away from
first thing he did was look over at Maria.
She was still sleeping soundly, still looking peaceful.
She didn’t know, didn’t understand anything about Calypso.
But Michael was starting to.
knew. Calypso was trying to
get Rath back through her somehow. The only thing is, he didn’t want to go.
He wanted to stay here with Maria.
He owed her that much, he had to find a way to make amends.
He wanted to love her and only her.
shifted and moved a little closer. “Maria,”
he whispered. He drew an arm
around her, drawing himself flush with her body.
He ran his fingers through her hair – it was still soft and
beautiful and vibrant as ever, even if she wasn’t.
He started to place a kiss below her ear, where she always liked
it, but suddenly, she moved. And
it wasn’t towards him.
was moving away.
tried to gently pull her back into his
embrace, but she was stubborn. “Maria,”
he whispered again, trying to get her to come back.
a few minutes, he gave up. Turning onto his side, he allowed his emotions to finally
break, tears spilling down his face.
on, that same day
heard the door open and a wave of warmth came over her.
“Max,” she whispered, turning to look at him.
he sighed, slipping quietly into the room.
look of sympathy graced Liz’s features.
“Bad day?” she asked.
collapsed down beside her on the bed.
“Long,” he commented. “The Davis family was back… again…
with all 9 children. Second time today, even. You think they’d get tired
of watching movies.”
leaned against him, raising a hand to his head.
Gently, she started to comb her fingers thought his dark hair,
trying to offer some comfort. “Poor baby,” she mocked slightly.
trailing his hands up her arms, Max moaned softly, his shoulders visibly
relaxing. “How do you
do that?” he questioned, complete amazement hinting his thick voice.
smile inched across her lips. “Do what?”
brought his hands down lower, resting them along her waist.
“Manage to calm me so quickly.”
bent down, brushing her lips lightly against his.
“Practice,” she murmured.
second the word left her mouth, she felt the rumble of laughter under her
he teased, pulling her closer.
her head with a smile, Liz dipped her head down.
“Lots and lots of practice.”
like the sound of that,” he muttered, his lips grazing hers.
that was too passive for Liz. She
pressed harder against him, fully covering his mouth with hers.
Max answered her eagerly, hands roaming from her waist up, resting
against her back and cupping the back of her head urging her forward. Liz
opened her end of the connection wide, yet no flashes came.
its absence, Liz pulled back. “What’s
the matter, Max?”
a couple of times, Max met her gaze.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
try to hide it,” Liz cooed, reaching over to brush a strand of hair out
of his face. “Something’s
bugging you; you’re holding back.”
felt his hand lightly start to caress her back.
“Maria,” Max admitted.
something wrong?” she asked.
“Did something happen when you connected with her?”
not what you’re thinking,” Max reassured her.
what?” Liz implored. “I need to know.
swallowed hard. “When
I connected with her I… saw things. Things about the past.”
eyes widened as realization hit her.
“About Antar,” she gasped in disbelief.
“Wait, how can Maria know anything about Antar?
Why would any of that be in her head?”
don’t know,” Max told her, shrugging innocently.
me,” she probed. “Tell
me what you saw.”
dropped back on the bed. “Me,” he admitted, taking a deep and heavy breath.
Liz whispered. “You’re
he’s in me, Liz,” he blurted out.
“And from what I saw, nobody is going to want any part of him
don’t believe that for one minute,” Liz uttered, moving to lie down
beside him. She curled
in towards him, resting her head against his chest. “Believe me, Max Evans.
I’ve seen into your soul, and I know what kind of man you are.
What kind of king you will become.”
let out a slight snort of disbelief.
don’t want to hear any of that,” Liz ordered, poking him in the side.
“Or don’t you trust me?”
rolled up on his side, turning to face her fully.
“More than anything.”
trust this. Someday,
you are going to make a great king, better than Zan ever was,” Liz told
sooner rather than later,” he commented, looking down at the end of the
bed. He was not ready to be a king, there was so much more to learn yet.
studied his face. “What
do you mean?”
think Hanley believes we’ll have to go back soon,” he confessed.
“Back to Antar, that is.”
soon?” Liz asked, shocked. She immediately sat up, looking down into his face.
A few months, weeks, maybe days, I’m not sure.”
long pause fell on them.
Liz cleared her throat to speak.
“Then we will do it together.”
began to raise his hand to stop her, but caught himself.
Liz wasn’t just some innocent girl anymore - she was his queen.
With that thought, he dropped his
hand. He knew there was no
way he could say no.
love you so much,” Max declared, drawing Liz back down to him.
kissed him gently. “I
love you too, Max.”
looked up from his seat in the recliner, seeing Serena glancing down at
him. He watched as a
lock of her long red hair fell in front of her face. It was then that he noticed that her hair was a lot
longer than he remembered.
day in the restaurant seemed like years ago instead of months.
Serena had managed to change that fast, that much.
She encompassed so much of his mind, so much so it seemed he
hadn’t really lived before she joined the group.
you going all spacey on me here?” Serena teased, breaking him out of his
laughed. “Not anytime
soon, I hope.”
good.” She sighed, plopping herself down in his lap.
“So tell me, where did you get the book?”
back into the chair, Kyle smiled and shifted, allowing Serena to rest
against him comfortably. “Isabel gave it to me for Christmas. Pretty ironic, considering…”
it was the Christmas Nazi giving Buddha Boy a book?” She finished for
Kyle agreed. “That
about sums it up.”
her head on his shoulder, her forehead finding the crook of his neck,
Serena grew quiet. After
a moment or two, she opened her mouth to speak.
did you mean by that?”
what?” Kyle asked, a hint of contentment in his voice.
He liked it like this, holding her, having her breath tickle the
nape of his neck, her athletic body resting on his.
“Isabel and I have been working on our friendship.”
the ‘not anytime soon’ remark,” she reminded him.
Kyle said, putting the book on the coffee table.
“Just that I’m not snappin’, cracklin’, and poppin’ yet,
which is an upside in my way of thinking.”
reached out, linking her fingers with his.
“Would that be such a bad thing?”
She could feel him shrug slightly underneath her head, and she
turned her head to look up at him.
just I’m not really a part of it,” Kyle admitted.
“Never have been. Hell,
I just wanted normal. The alien stuff is downright scary.”
is abnormal so bad,” Serena teased, hoping she would like the
answer. “After all,
it’s just a little prefix.”
Kyle muttered, his tone serious.
“One that caused me to lose my dad, my home, and my friends, some
could hear the loss and hurt in his voice.
She hated that any part of her could add to that.
What is he going to do when he finds out that I’m part of this
alien abyss that is causing his pain, she wondered.
the silent seconds ticked by, Kyle regretted that he had sort-of snapped
at her. It wasn’t her
sorry,” he apologized.
against his neck, Serena tried to keep her emotions in check.
“Haven’t you gained anything though it,” she whispered.
“Anything at all?” There was a long pause.
word slipped simply from his mouth and hung in the air around them.
And Serena knew that she had to tell him.
Even though she didn’t have any powers that she knew of, he
deserved to know what he was getting into before he fell in too deep.
He needs the option of getting away before it’s too late,
she thought to herself.
started to speak, the words getting caught in her throat. As if on cue,
Kyle started placing light kisses against her forehead – like he was
reassuring her things would be okay.
found bits of strength within them.
She sat up, needed to look at him completely, to see his reaction.
“Kyle, I have to tell you something.”
sat up a bit too. “Can
I say something first?” he blurted out at the same time.
he started, eyes darting around the room a bit.
“See… it’s like this.
I like you… a lot. Traditionally,
when that happens, the guy asks the girl to go…” He fumbled for words.
go,” Serena questioned, anticipation crossing her features.
took a deep breath. “Out…
steady – you know. Girlfriend–boyfriend
kind of thing.”
Serena repeated, like she didn’t know the meaning of the word.
Kyle searched her face for an answer, fearing the worst.
In those long seconds, he waited for her to flee or laugh or give
him some sort of rejection.
Serena flung her arms around him, both falling back into the chair.
She knew that later she would despise herself for not telling him,
but it was too perfect. She
had been forced to give up so many of these kinds of memories in the past
that she was not going to let this moment go to waste.
course!” Serena exclaimed. She begun pressing her lips to his neck, chin, cheeks,
any skin she could find.
brought his hands to her face, cupping it gently and stilling her motions
at the same time. “That’s
not how you do it,” he teased, just before capturing her lips within
it cheating to be attracted to someone who looks exactly like your
girlfriend? Michael thought this over
and over as he aimlessly wiped down the counter in the Paradise club.
He'd put in his application here and started working a week ago,
exactly one week after he'd found Calypso there.
the past week he'd watched her, taking extra late shifts so he could stay
close and observe; late shifts that he used to avoid so he could be home
with Maria, or at the library searching for a way to revive her.
Michael's wiping slowed as he thought of her and of the night
they'd had together two weeks ago. It
meant absolutely nothing to her.
shook his head, turning and opening a few bottles to pour the contents
into cool decanters. He
didn’t believe that she was his anymore; not after what he did to her,
not after the state he'd put her in.
It was his worst fear come to life, and then he'd used her on top
of it– or, at least, that's what it felt like now.
It was that which had kept him from looking her in the eyes or even
from getting too close since.
maddening guilt constantly held his heart in a critical condition and made
his life a living hell – just as Calypso was doing as well.
Without ever having said a word to him, she'd made him feel
guiltier than O.J. Simpson
and Ted Bundy combined. Michael
didn't know exactly what it was about her. Was it just because she looked
like Maria? Or was it something else, something stronger?
thing was sure: there definitely was something different about Calypso.
he'd been paying close attention, trying to figure out what it was all
week. It was something that
Michael found intimately familiar, he knew that, but it was also something
in the way she moved, spoke, and even sang which was nothing like Maria
– this was darker than Maria, yet more elegant and refined. She looked –
looked directly at him, her curious gaze rousing his attention and
breaking his daze. She
flashed him a small knowing smile from where she stood on the opposite
side of the bar. How he
hadn't seen her approach, he didn't know, but there she was, no more than
two feet away, leaning her hands down onto the bar as she stood there,
looking straight into his eyes.
Michael rasped, taking in her appearance, which consisted of a
skin–tight leather look–alike dress, which was seamed with safety pins
along the sides. She looked
like every man's fantasy. Calypso
was just like Maria, and then, at the same time, completely different.
not her,” Calypso stated simply. “And
it is leather, not some rip–off,” She scoffed and then smiled
defiantly, continuing. “And
I'm not every man's fantasy. Just
yours.” She moved over and sat down on a stool, reaching for a stirring
stick, twirling it skillfully between her fingers.
swallowed at having his thoughts vocalized and then narrowed his eyes at
her. “So, what, can you
read minds or something?” He asked.
shrugged. “Or something.”
you always this straight forward?” Michael asked sarcastically.
smirked as her features turned thoughtful.
“Maybe you haven't changed so much,” she said and then
explained, “It's not one of my gifts – mind reading.
It was a gift that I only had with Rath – you.”
threw down his rag onto the counter and then glared across it at her.
“I'm not him.”
raised a defiant eyebrow and chewed on the end of her stirring stick.
not. Obviously I'm not,”
Michael argued, but Calypso didn't budge. And that pushed Michael's final buttons.
“Alright! I want to know a few things then, since you seem to
know me oh-so well, or Rath or whoever the hell–” Michael growled,
leaning his hands down onto the bar.
“Who are you? Why are you here? What’s happened to Maria? What
does it mean that you're here? How do I know you? Why am I attracted to
you? Why – ”
wicked laughter pierced through his interrogation.
“Easy, soldier!” She laughed and took a deep breath, sobering.
“Now, would you like me to answer those questions in any
answer them,” Michael replied curtly, his patience growing shorter by
Calypso purred, “Yes, sir.” She put the swizzle stick down, looking
around to make sure nobody was watching.
straight into his eyes, she began with her answers.
“I, am Calypso A'Rian Morgania, and I was once your most trusted
companion, confidant, and lover. What
does that mean? It means that we were, and will always be,
destined to be together, for–”
interrupted. “I was
destined to be with Isabel.”
were not destined to be with anyone except for me,”
Calypso ground out between clenched teeth.
“It is the only reason why I've sacrificed everything to find my
way back to you now. Now, as
far as being attracted to me, well that's Rath.
And whatever of him is still left in you does recognize me,” She
explained as an amused smile crept across her lips.
“So if you're attracted to me, then one can deduce that Rath must
still have some influence on your, let's say...
leaned his elbows down onto the bar and massaged his temples with the tips
of his fingers. “You're not
a sympathetic look, Calypso stood up and walked around the bar, laying her
hand against his arm. The contact sent a lightening bolt shiver down Michael's
spine and he jerked away, but she pulled him to face her. Laying her hands against his cheeks, she raked her fingers
back through his hair in a gentle caress.
“Your hair is longer than it used to be.” Her fingers grazed
over his eyebrows, her thumbs brushing against his cheekbones. “And your eyes are much darker.” Licking her lips, her
gaze dropped to his lips as she leaned in to kiss him, but Michael turned
his head and Calypso sighed with a slight smile against the side of his
neck. Raising her hands
against the sides of his head again, she moved his head sideways, almost
roughly, so she could speak into his ear.
“This would go a lot more smoothly if you'd just give into it,
didn't move but quipped, “Sorry if I'm not used to being man–handled.
And my name, is Michael.”
Calypso let the name roll off her tongue as she brushed imaginary dust off
his shoulder. “It doesn't
suit you.” She trailed as she took a small step back, but not far enough
back that she couldn't comb her fingers into his hair again.
“It doesn't suit you at all, but I suppose you haven't the
slightest idea of who you really are, of what you were, of who you could
be. A man of such strength
and character. To me, you
will always be that man. You
will always be Rathmé D’Mian, and I'll show you why.”
placed her fingers on his temples.
are you doing?”
you what you've always wanted,” Her voice turned deep.
“Your beloved answers.”
sighed in defeat, “Alright, well in that case.” She stood stoically
and walked over to a stone bench a few feet away.
Lifting a small box off of it, she stared down at the last gift she
was ever going to give him, at least in this life.
up behind her, Rath ran his hands down her arms.
turned suddenly, tears pooling in her eyes as she held up the long, narrow
box between them. Instead
of taking the box, Rath watched the tears cascade down her rosy cheeks.
He didn't need her to tell him what was wrong, he knew.
away her tears, Calypso pushed the box into his hands.
“Here, just open it.”
the box, Rath pushed the lid off and stared down at a beautifully crafted,
gold runed and sapphire–bejeweled dagger.
is a dagger of the ancients, Cam, I –”
remembered how much you used to obsess about every new dagger your father
would get when we were little,” Calypso explained, the light coming back
into her eyes.
could you possibly afford this? Zan's too cheap to be paying you this
much,” Rath speculated. He
carefully took it out of the box and turned it over in his hand, its
weight comfortable in his grasp.
The light from the setting sun hit the jewels embedded in the metal
and bounced off, creating tiny reflections of light.
shrugged. “My father
helped me out some. He's
getting paid major credits for some big project Zan's administration is
putting together. Highly
classified he says,” she added.
the mentioning of the project, Rath wondered how much she knew about it.
He had planned to tell her, but the timing was not right, it was
never right, it would never be right.
will fight with the king one day! My mother says it is so.
I will fight for the throne as she did!” An eight–year–old
version of Rath yelled into the wind as he thrust his makeshift sword out
into the air at the edge of the cliff he stood at.
Iyah!” He yelled as he fought as invisible opponent, just feet away from
a certain death.
swung her little sword out at Rath's legs, knocking him to the ground with
a satisfying thump.
over him, her dress and hair flowing in the wind, Rath stared up at her,
thinking how much she looked like an angel.
A little country boy like you?” Calypso said with a soft innocent smile
as she threw her sword aside and then plopped down on the ground next to
him. She laid with him in the
grass at the edge of the cliff, then said after a quiet, peaceful moment,
“I think you should stay here with me.”
smirked slightly up at the sky as he combed his fingers through her dark
tresses. He'd always thought
them soft, like his mother's. “Maybe
you could come with me. It would be great!”
hummed for a moment then replied softly.
told you back in mid–school that you should have gone to the Military
grimaced. “I hate it when
you call me that and why would I go to this school with barbarians such as
you and my brother?”
that remark!” Rath quipped, and Vilandra rolled her eyes as Zan
too,” Zan said, and then turned a serious look on Rath.
“I need you to come with me, I've found something.”
brow furrowed in confusion. “Found
to be more precise,” Zan clarified, and nodded towards his sister as he
took Rath by the arm and proceeded to lead him up a ramp and out onto the
training floor. “Someone
who's essence I recognized from when we used to practice our gifts on each
other and we'd pick up on things–”
always said you didn't see anything…”
about that, well I kinda lied,” Zan said with a shrug then continued
before Rath could protest. “Anyway I brought her here.”
Rath questioned, then his eyes widened.
“It's not that one girl with those green laser type eyes is it?
Because I honestly tried sparring with her, but those things could melt
the hide off of a skulkbeast…”
came a weak voice.
stopped cold, his eyes connecting with Zan's as the voice he'd been
hearing in his dreams for ten years pierced through his conscious thought.
whispered quickly, “I found her at a street match, she's in bad shape,
and from what I've gotten out of her, she's completely on her own, without
anything, but she's unbeatable with a–”
a sword,” Rath finished for him, taking a deep breath.
“I know. I taught
her.” He then closed his eyes as she spoke again.
D'Mian Pavé.” Calypso spoke his name slowly.
“Is that my country boy?”
small smirk crept across his lips. “My
angel,” he whispered, and in that moment he forgot about all the years
that had separated them. He
turned towards her just as she came running into his arms.
Calypso stared down into the water, she silently damned fate.
Rubbing her palm back and forth across her lower abdomen, she
nearly cried at the thought that her child was growing there.
Rath's child. Their
was even harder to think of the decision she'd made to tell him.
They were going to die, she reasoned with herself.
They all were. And
that alone was upsetting to him enough… this… this would destroy him.
walked down the massive hallway in the palace that led to his quarters.
Tomorrow was the day it would happen.
Tomorrow he would die and Calypso would live – although she
thought otherwise, because he had told her otherwise.
He'd wanted to tell her the truth tonight, when they'd met at the
secret place just beyond the palace gates, but he hadn't.
He couldn't bring himself to do it.
would stay here on Antar. And he would live again… somewhere else.
with only a copy of her that he had already arranged to be created, just
as he would be created. He
couldn't tell her that. How could anyone?
into his rooms, he didn't bother with the light, but as he shut the door
he felt an undeniable presence and turned abruptly on his heel.
shouldn't be here,” he whispered into the darkness and then closed his
eyes tightly as she wrapped her arms around his waist and slid up to his
neck and pressed her lips to the exposed skin of his chest at the “V”
of his shirt.
is our last night together,” she whispered as she undid the button down
his shirt. “Who really
gives a damn about propriety and rules?”
smirked softly and then turned her up against the door.
“Not me,” He rasped before leaning into her soft body and
taking a kiss from her lips. Staring
down into her eyes, even through the darkness of the room, he couldn't
fathom that it was the last time. It
could never be the last time.
love you, Calypso,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against hers as
his heart clenched. “And I
will always love you, no matter what happens.”
Michael suddenly stumbled back and away from Calypso, he noticed that the
sun had set and there were a dozen people outside already waiting to get
hour had passed.
in the hell was that?” Michael bit out the question as he turned back at
her, and then softened when he saw tears glistening on her cheeks.
memories,” Calypso replied softly.
Michael asked in a fierce tone as he stalked up to her, looking down at
her with an accusing stare. “If they are ours then why don't I remember them!? Huh!?
shook her head back and forth and then yelled back.
“I don't know! I thought you would once I showed you!”
a moment neither spoke, Michael simply stared down at her, and then broke
the silence. “There was a
baby,” he stated in a slightly calmer tone.
looked up at him, and then nodded. “Yes.”
Michael stumbled over the question.
swallowed, “She's dead.”
let out a long breath and closed his eyes tight.
took a deep breath. “Khivar found out that I used to work for the palace and
held me for questioning. It
got worse once he found out that my father was the scientist behind the
project to reincarnate the royal four. He
wanted to know what I knew about this project.” She closed her eyes as
more tears splashed down her cheeks.
“I wouldn't talk,” She said, her voice unsteady.
“So he took her. I
had no idea what he had done until several months later when he told me
that if I didn't talk he would kill her.
But I wouldn’t betray you.”
eyes widened as he listened intently.
“Not even after...” He trailed as she shook her head.
would never betray you. But
I also didn't think that I had to, because I had a plan to escape.
And I did.”
clung to hope. “So she –
Calypso shook her head as she swiped away her tears.
“He'd killed her a month before all the way out in Que’lan.
She was only 5 years old – the same age I was when I met you. She hadn't even developed her gifts yet, or else– maybe she
would have been able to defend herself.”
swallowed down tears over a daughter he'd never known he'd had, from a
life he didn’t remember, that he wasn't even sure was his.
raised her eyes to his. “You're all I have left.” Her eyes suddenly became dark
violet, defensive. “And I
refuse to lose you to a genetic copy that was never meant to exist,” She
bit out, her eyes flashing.
Michael flinched. “Maria?”
this such a good idea?” Jesse questioned as he and Isabel made their way
down the hall towards Maria’s room.
slowly twisted the knob on the bedroom door.
“We have to try something.
Maria doesn’t deserve to be like this, Jesse.
Besides, Michael is getting more and more distant.
He needs her. Somebody
has to do something.”
nodded. “I know that.
But you said you tried this once.
It didn’t work then.”
her movements, Isabel turned to face her husband.
“What are you afraid of?” she asked quietly.
Jesse admitted in a low whisper, matching her tone.
“I don’t understand how this works, what it can do to you.
I don’t like it.”
reached out, pressing her warm palm to his cheek.
“I’ll be fine. I’ve
been dreamwalking for years.”
why did you ask me to come,” Jesse challenged.
“You’ve never asked me to do anything like this before.”
down, Isabel let out a deep sigh.
“The last time I tried to dreamwalk Maria, it was right after she
had changed. Michael didn’t
know – I did it late at night and things were… mixed up in there.
Sort of made it hard to pull out.
I wanted you here just in case… to anchor me.”
could see how difficult it was for her to ask him, but he had to know what
she was going to put herself through.
“Is it that hard to come back?”
Isabel muttered, starting to chew on her lower lip.
“It can get confusing, almost like getting lost in the dark.
I need you to give me direction.”
you ever have someone else with you?” he asked.
swallowed hard. “Just
once.” A tear started to roll down the side of her face at the thought
wiped it away with the back of his hand.
“Who,” he asked gently, already suspecting the answer.
Isabel whispered, confirming his suspicions.
“Once when Max had been taken by the FBI.
He kept me grounded. He
pulled her close. “Shhhh,”
he cooed, running his hand through her hair.
“I’ll always be here for you, Isabel.
I’m not going anywhere.”
wrapped her arm around him, so happy to have that same kind of reassurance
back in her life. “I need
you so much,” she chocked out, pressing her face into his shoulder.
“I need you to keep me grounded.”
passed as they stood there like that.
Jesse soothed Isabel, and she tried to calm herself.
Finally, she pulled away a bit.
“If I’m going to do this, I have to do it now,” she sniffled.
“Before Michael gets back.”
Jesse drew back the rest of the way.
towards the door, Isabel pushed it open quietly.
Silently, she walked over to the bed, Jesse just a few paces behind
her. Isabel sat on the
edge of the bed, looking down at Maria’s face, peaceful and calm in her
a trembling hand, she grabbed hold of Maria’s hand.
Instantly, the connection flared to life.
It was almost as if Maria had been waiting for someone to connect
with. However, nothing
could have prepared Isabel for the world of chaos she would be entering as
she stepped into the dream world.
“Yes, Maria. She's
nothing but a piece of who I am. A
genetic puzzle piece that was taken from my DNA by my father who
was under orders from you to do so,” Calypso ranted.
knew that we were going to die, or rather, that you were going to die and
I was going to live. You
never told me that, but that's irrelevant now.
It was destiny. By the way, do you know what ‘destiny’ means yet,
because you sure as hell didn't then!”
Michael stuttered, confused by her ranting.
never had any respect for it and so you had to screw with it.
You went to my father and put him under orders to find a way to
recreate me as he would the rest of you.”
a minute, this makes no sense!” Michael interrupted.
“Maria couldn't have been made like I was! I've seen her baby
pictures! Hell, I've met her mother; they're two of a kind!”
never said that it worked.”
blinked, slowly processing the information.
“What do you mean?”
DNA he took from me wouldn't mix with the human DNA the way that all of
the rest of yours did. I'm
not the same race, but when you're under orders from a royal, it's like
mind control, so my father had to find a way... and he did.” Calypso paused to take a breath.
“He stowed away on your ship to earth, found a human subject at
the right time so that the ages would match up, and somehow...
I'm not exactly sure but he found a way to mix my DNA with that of
a pregnant human female, therefore altering the offspring's genetic
pieces started to form in Michael's head.
“The human female?”
Deluca.” Calypso finished, some resentment showing. “My little genetic
twin was born naturally, but she is in no way natural... far from it.”
there would have been blood tests–”
tests that my father would have found a way to doctor or get around in
some way,” She explained.
took a step back and anchored both hands down on the counter, trying to
process the situation, when something occurred to him.
“How did I – how did Rath – know all of this would happen?”
collapsed onto a stool. “Amíle.” She growled out.
“She had the rare gift to see the future, and gave you a glimpse
of what was going to happen in a vision of some kind.”
black fog greeted her, its tendrils wrapping wispily around her legs like
some angry kind of insubstantial presence, trying to grab a hold of her
but with no physical means to do so.
sounds of shouting voices and metal upon metal pierced the stillness of
fog thinned, showing first twinkling stars, then torches glittering along
a pathway. People were
running past her, obviously in a panic.
gasped. Right in front of
her, a man lay dying. He
lifted his head and his amber eyes looked right at her.
Suddenly a form ran past her, its long raven colored hair flowing
this man lying on the ground was Rath.
He looked panicked as the girl came closer.
His hand held his chest wound, as he tried to rise.
you must get out of here.” The raven-haired girl named Calypso knelt
beside him, placing a hand over his.
she said firmly, leaning close. Isabel
didn’t hear her next words.
lifted his head and nodded in Isabel’s direction.
She stiffened, glancing warily around her.
he choked out, dark blood tainting the side of his lips.
prepared to sprint, to leave the dream when Calypso looked up at her.
looked exactly like Maria. Isabel
couldn’t believe her eyes. Why
hadn’t she seen it before? She had the same build, the same hair –
it hit her. This was
the girl that Michael had been spending time with.
Her name was Calypso. Liz
had been right all along.
rose, ignoring the fighting around her, kneeling at Isabel’s feet.
Isabel glanced down and for the first time, realized she was
standing next to another crumpled someone.
looked nothing like her predecessor. She had similar light hair, but her
eyes, which were now unseeing, were a light shade of gray.
Her body was twisted in an odd shape, blood pooling out and
staining the gown she wore – a fitted light green piece with trimming
and silver edging. Her
delicate features had settled – making it look like her death had been
Calypso leaned down, checking for any minute sign of life and
Isabel almost fell backwards when Vilandra blinked and took in a deep
breath. She reached over with her other hand, grasping Calypso’s hand,
struggling to rise.
you must –“ she fell back down, swallowing hard. Calypso began
smoothing her hair back from her face. “I’m so sorry, Callie. I
didn’t know.” She gasped, struggling to hold on past the pain.
Calypso silenced her. “Vi, I –“ Vilandra’s body convulsed
one last time and then lay still, unmoving. Calypso took a deep shuddering
saw it from the mountainside,” Calypso hung her head low, addressing
Rath. “I saw it happening
and I tried to get here in time to stop it – to see that she didn’t
die by his hands.” She closed Vilandra’s eyes.
“I was too late.”
Rath struggled, trying to rise again.
Calypso rose and went to his side again.
“Rest. You knew it
was going to happen. We both
knew. You can’t stop it
now.” She took one of his hands and cradled it, offering comfort.
She leaned down and smoothed his hair from his forehead.
Suddenly his body convulsed, and Calypso reached to calm him.
dying,” Rath said, more blood spilling from his mouth.
leaned close, tears threatening to fall from her lashes.
“We will live again. Remember that, always remember.”
paced the room. He was tense,
and rightfully so. His wife
was using her powers to find out what was wrong with Maria and there was a
chance she could get lost in there. He couldn’t let that happen, but he knew that this was
important as well.
needed answers. Someone had
to help Maria.
rubbed his face and moved a chair next to Isabel, careful not to disturb
her. He wanted to touch her
but didn’t know if that would disturb her dream walk.
He wanted to touch her hand, her hair, anything to comfort the
pained look that was on her face.
sensed another presence in the room.
Turning, he saw Max was at the door.
he simply asked.
yeah,” Jesse replied. He
didn’t know what else to say. What
else was there to say? Max knew it all.
– how long do they usually take?” he suddenly asked, nervous.
took the invitation and came in the room.
“It depends. How long has she been in?”
don’t know. Five, ten
took a deep breath, looking wary.
that not a good thing?”
not sure,” Max replied honestly. “I’ve
never really been around during her dreamwalks.
She usually does it by herself.”
she’s had practice getting in and out of these things?”
smile tugged at the corner of Max’s mouth.
“Yeah, she’s had practice.”
felt a tug. The dreamwalk was
only problem was she needed to stay in.
Isabel struggled with the black fog that once again descended.
She needed answers.
it,” Isabel silently cursed. And
then, it happened again.
meet you later,” Rath said hurriedly, glancing up at the balcony where
the Queen was about to appear any second.
Calypso replied, accepting the brief brush of his lips against her
forehead before disappearing into the forest.
can’t keep meeting like this,” Vilandra said, stepping close to Rath,
pointedly watching Calypso’s retreating back.
“You can’t keep pretending to meet with me and then meet with
Calypso. If we keep doing
this, my father is going to betroth us.
And that’s just… that’s just disgusting.”
know, Vi. I just – I need
to see her as much as possible. If
your father were to betroth us, I’ll just say you’re a frog and I was
only amusing you.” He grinned.
groaned. “That’s not
funny, Rath. Rumors like that
spread and I have to marry someday. Father
said – “
shouldn’t listen to your parents so much, Vilandra,” Rath interrupted.
“They’re not always right.”
the only parents I have, the only people I have in my life.
Whom else am I supposed to listen to?”
rolled her eyes. “Right,
the great king to be. He’s
always gone, always busy, lost in himself and his grandiose ideas.
Mostly training to be the next big, great king.” Vilandra looked
at Rath. “And you –
you’re always with Calypso or training for a war which will never
drew himself up. “It’s
going to happen, Vilandra. I
how would you know?” Vilandra inquired.
“You are not the one with the gift of foresight.”
shrugged her question off like it was of little importance.
you are, Vilandra!” The Queen stated, gliding across the grounds.
“I’ve been looking all over for you.”
was just talking to Rath, mother,” Vilandra explained, giving her mother
a huge smile. Vilandra snared
an envious look at her figure in a fitted white bodice with a flaring pale
choked at the sight of her mother. She looked exquisite.
see that,” the Queen stated quickly, taking Vilandra’s arm and leading
her back into the palace. “Do
you wish to join us, Rathmé?” she asked.
that’s quite all right m’lady, but I’m grateful for the invitation.
I have business to attend to.
Perhaps at a later date?”
well then,” the Queen replied. “And
do I have to keep reminding you, Rathmé, it’s Malarthe, not
blushed, caught in his err. “I’m very sorry about that Malarthe. I’ll try to remember that for next time.” He bowed and
walked swiftly in the opposite direction, careful not to look back at
seems awfully fond of you these days,” Malarthe noted as she and
Vilandra made their way up the stairs.
just trying to make friends, mother,” Vilandra attempted to explain.
“He’s not the least bit interested in me romantically.”
what they all said about your father,” Malarthe said, a twinkle in her
eye. “And then he kissed
They both laughed, caught up in the moment.
Suddenly, Malarthe quieted and turned to face Vilandra.
there’s going to be a meeting tonight.” Vilandra groaned and opened
her mouth to protest. “Now,
Vi, I know. It’s important
that you stay out of the palace and in disguise. We can’t lose our princess now.”
leveled her gaze at her mother. “Why
do you all keep meeting and trying to make peace? We’ve been at peace
for forty years!”
uneasy peace,” Malarthe corrected.
it’s still peace,” Vilandra argued.
At her mother’s look she backed down a bit.
“It’s been an uneasy peace, like you’ve said mother, but no
one has attacked from the Antarvé camp.
No one. Not in forty
sighed. “I wasn’t
planning on telling you so soon Vilandra, but we have spies implanted in
their camp. We’ve been
informed that the Antarvés are planning an attack.
They’ve been biding their time for forty years, Vi, building up
their resources and their troops. It’s
only a matter of time. And
you know your father. He
doesn’t want another war on this planet.
He wants peace.”
let me sit in on the talk, let me show them that we all want peace.”
already told you no, Vilandra.
What if they come here and attack? What happens to you?”
fight beside my father,” Vilandra replied, raising her chin to show her
are a novice with a sword, Vi. You
refused to go to the academy with Zan.
And you have no defensive abilities.
We can’t risk it. You
must hide, for the welfare of the kingdom.”
spent the day in her room, grumbling, and when the time came, she headed
to the forest in her servant’s clothes – one of the many servants she
didn’t need. She could
dress herself perfectly fine, thank you.
was night when she finally made her way to the other end of the Árme
Lake. She had taken a small boat, paddling her way through the thick
water. It was hard, but she
relished the challenge, something her mother would never let her do
mother was her greatest confidant and ally, and Vilandra loved her more
than anything in the world, but she was smothering some days.
And today was one of those days.
was half past the morning hour. On
the other bank of the lake, Vilandra could see torches moving across the windows, showing that the guards were keeping their
watch. She had instructed her
and Rath’s mutual protector, Lysé to go to bed hours before, under much
protest from him. But she
wanted to be alone. She
wanted to watch the stars move and the
moons shift from one end of the motley sky to the other, something she
rarely got to do these days.
wind picked up, lifting her hair, moving it from the back of her neck.
It was an unusually hot night, humid with the lingering scent of
razenberry. Then again, since
the last war, it had always been humid and acrid.
Vilandra couldn’t remember what it was like to have the
atmosphere cool and light.
a beautiful night,” came an unfamiliar voice from behind.
whirled around, hastily standing up.
A man stood not twenty feet away.
He was tall and thin with dark brown hair.
She squinted, trying to make out his eyes, but the way his brow sat
over them and the lighting from the moons prevented her from seeing past
are you? What are you doing here? You’re trespassing–”
The man asked, scoffing. “This
is public land.” Vilandra didn’t reply and he went on, gesturing to
the lake. “Didn’t you
know? The lake divides the royalty from the common folk.
This is our land, we share it equally.”
started. “Our land?”
of course. You are of
Antarian lower class, are you not?” He began taking steps towards her
and Vilandra backed away, putting a hand on her side where her dagger was
eyes followed her every movement. “Don’t
come any closer,” Vilandra warned in a low tone.
He didn’t pay any attention.
He kept coming towards her until he was standing right in front of
glanced down at her dagger, thinking.
too fine to be of lower class,” he noted.
“All those jewels embedded in the handle.
And it is heavy – made of pure s’ilme.”
you would know?” Vilandra withdrew the dagger from its sheath, swinging
quickly and skillfully to bring it home.
trained reflexes caught her arm midair with little difficulty.
His eyes narrowed as he got a closer look at her.
“You’re Princess Vilandra.”
attempted to stab him again, but he held her arm fast.
“What are you doing out here all alone?”
it was futile to struggle with this obviously skilled man, she resigned
herself to more devious methods of getting what she wanted. “I
should ask you the same question. But
since I’m royalty, I get to go first.
Tell me your name.”
ceremony was complete. Another fifteen years and it would happen again.
She watched Zan and Rath clasp hands and laugh about something they
only problem was she wasn’t laughing.
narrowed her eyes, watching Rath walk out of the room, knowing exactly
where he was going – to Calypso. And Zan, he’d be meeting up with Amíle
had promised her long ago that he’d fend off any betrothal, but now he
was too busy playing with Calypso. Too
busy training with her for a war that would never come.
And all the while, she had to keep her affair with Khivar an utter
secret, lest she be tried for blasphemy before marriage.
Rath and Zan were free to peruse and prowl to their heart’s content.
that moment, Vilandra hated them more than anything in the world.
Khivar leaned over and whispered in her ear.
smiled and turned to face him. “I
love it when you say that.” He had such a charm about him, an almost
irresistible badness which captivated her. It was such excitement,
sneaking out of the palace to meet up with the enemy.
know you do.” He propped his head on his hand, gazing down at her.
She swallowed hard. Even
after all these years, he still made her weak in the knees with that look.
grin on his face slowly faded. “About
later on this week, Vi–”
know. You’re coming for
peace. I won’t be alarmed.
I know you – you would never lie to me, my love.”
course,” he said.
was a windy night. Vilandra
stood on the small knoll just inside the palace gates, watching the dozen
or so torches approach. Inside
she was ecstatic – finally her family and Khivar’s were going to make
peace and all the wars would be over forever. The Antarians and the Antarvés would be united once more,
despite her mother’s unjustified mistrust.
she would no longer have to hide their affair.
laid down, looking up at the stars. It
was a dark night and so many of them shone, each one winking as if just
for her. Her eyes drifted
over to the moons, their waning crescent slivers hung low in the sky.
She reached out a hand, wanting to be able to touch them.
low whistle shot her hand back down.
She sat up, looking at the gate.
It was time.
stood just outside the gate. She
opened it quietly, smiling at him. He
Vilandra,” he bowed his head slightly.
“How are you tonight?”
fine, thank you,” Vilandra replied, tilting her head in return.
Khivar took a step closer, his body barely brushing up against
hers. He gazed into her eyes,
deep and possessing. For the first time, Vilandra felt a slight tremor of alarm.
What was he doing? Where was the council of Antarvé elders?
so beautiful,” he brushed a lock of hair away from her face.
“I always knew you would be.”
you,” Vilandra whispered, unable to say anything else.
“Khivar, is every–”
sorry, Vi,” he leaned close, a slight irregularity in his voice.
He brushed his lips dryly against hers, right before she saw a
flash of silver glinting off the moonlight. A pain reverberated deep
throughout her abdomen. “I’m sorry, m’leaté, that it had to
be… like this.”
slowly opened her eyes, not sure which reality she would find before her
is it? What did you see?” Max asked.
I saw home… I saw… all of it,” Isabel said slowly, not quite sure if
what she was speaking made sense, to herself or anyone around her.
That’s impossible,” Max retorted, looking at Maria.
are you okay?” Jesse asked, showing genuine concern.
okay,” Isabel said sitting up on the bed.
“I’m fine, I am fine. I
saw, I saw something. It’s
not what I expected – at all.” There
came a sound from elsewhere in the house, and Max looked at the others,
going for the door, but it opened just as he reached for it.
stood in the doorway, transfixed upon seeing Isabel sitting next to Maria.
His eyes moved back and forth between the two as though he were
processing the information in slow motion.
strange look overtook him.
the hell is going on here?” he growled, looking directly at Max for
you need to calm down,” Max said, reaching his arm out to place it on
his shoulder. Michael quickly
swatted his arm away and met Max’s steadfast gaze with his own.
eyes,” Isabel breathed, standing up, trying to get a better look at him.
His eyes a vibrant amber color, swirling with colors of the rainbow.
pushed them away, turning to walk out of the room, but sparks jumped from
him to Max.
was flooded with images as Michael touched him, flashes of Michael and
Maria on that fateful night at the strip club.
watched as Michael had grabbed her head between his hands.
He could feel the scenes being forced painfully into her mind; he
could see Michael’s face contorted with anger and it made him almost
he saw Michael, picking her limp body up off the damp shower floor, his
hands so gentle on her fragile form.
Michael tried to help her; really he did, the desperation leaving
Max said. But it was no use.
Michael shot him an angry look over his shoulder, quickly
disappearing down the hall.
was that?” Isabel said, rushing to steady Max.
and Michael, and when I healed her,” Max whispered, catching his breath.
“Isabel, what did you see in your dreamwalk?”
err, Rath… and Maria – that’s what I saw. Only it wasn’t Maria.”
have to stop him,” he said, standing up weakly and starting out the door
going on?” Liz asked, coming to a stop in the doorway.
everyone, we have to stop Michael, he’s gone all Rath on us,” Max
explained, grabbing Liz by the elbow and steering her out the door, Isabel
and Jesse in tow.
do you think he came here?” Liz asked as they watched Michael disappear
into the club Paradise. It was filled to the brim with drunks and bar
he just got off his shift, why the hell would he go back to
work?” Kyle asked, drawing a few curious glances from the rest.
picked up on her inquiry. “Michael works at a bar two blocks from here, right?”
shook his head. “No, not
exactly. He got a job here at
this bar about a week ago. I
dropped him off a few times because he thought his bike would get stolen
don't blame him,” Isabel commented, looking around.
nodded. “Yeah, but he also
told me that this place is impossible to get into on the nights that
Isabel breathed and turned to Max. “That
familiar.” Max stated and started to say something else, but stopped
when Liz left his side and started slowly walking towards the glass
windows of the club.
stepped up to the window behind Liz. “Maria?” she whispered.
everyone else saw Calypso, Isabel stepped up a little closer to the glass,
laying a hand on its cold, foggy surface.
never felt as alive as he did at that moment.
Michael cut through the crowds of the club, he walked with a confident
stride, the stride of a soldier – the stride of someone who knew exactly
where he was going, or rather, who he was going to.
sat at the edge of the stage. She was on her break and talking to random
people, but when she saw Michael, she hoped down casually and started to
walk towards him. When her
gaze caught his, she stopped cold, her violet eyes colliding with his
stopped in front of her, and stared for a moment.
Why did it feel like he hadn't seen her in years, when it had only
been maybe an hour? Taking a step closer he fingered a few midnight
strands of her hair that hung alongside her almost pale skin ivory skin.
“I can't trust any of them,” he growled out, his voice in
complete contrast to his gentle touch.
“All they ever do is betray me, go behind my back. You’re the
only one I could ever trust, I remember that now.”
Kyle stepped forward beside Max. “I
can't believe it, do you think he–”
continued. “It felt just as it did when I found out that my father and
your mother were having an affair… on that boat that brought them to
their deaths,” he said, his eyes flashing golden yellow specks.
inhaled quickly. “You
remember that?” She asked, pressing closer to him, her delicate fingers
brushing against his jaw as she stared up at him, smiling slightly.
traced his thumb down the side of her face.
“Of course I do. I shouldn't have blamed you for it the way I did.”
swallowed. “I always wanted you to tell me that,” she said, then shook
away the past. “So, what
– what happened?”
his head, Michael slid his arms around her waist. “It
doesn't matter,” he replied softly, resting his forehead against hers.
“Nothing else matters now,” He trailed, brushing his lips
fervently across hers. “Except
you… and me.”
then he kissed her deeply, right there, in the middle of the crowded club.
He kissed her, slowly and thoroughly.
It had been years since he'd felt this alive, and nothing could
let out a helpless cry. The display meant the ultimate betrayal of her
best friend. But what truly made her feel horrible was that she could
almost sympathize with Michael, with his need to be with someone… and
having this someone look exactly like Maria.
could only imagine what she would have done if put in the same situation.
she have been able to resist that kind of temptation? The temptation to
replace not only someone you love with an exact replica, but someone only
the other half of you loves?
ground started shaking slightly, a worried look crossing Max’s face. The
lights in the bar started popping out one by one, shooting arrays of
sparks into the crowd, which began rushing out the doors in a panic.
Stools started levitating by themselves and the music stopped, the amps
onstage beginning to smoke… yet Rath and Calypso didn’t notice a
single thing going on around them – they were completely consumed in the
heat of passion.
Liz could do was stare.
just didn't know.
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