Max was eating lunch with Liz at the park, enjoying the picnic that Liz had made. It was summer and Max was planning a holiday away from Roswell for them all.

Liz smiled at Max as he ate, he was so handsome, so sexy. Those eyes turned her to a gooey mess. There was no hope for her at all. She loved him so much. She had the best boyfriend in town she thought. She reached out and wiped the mustard off the corner of Max's lips.

"Are you sure your parents are going to let you go on this trip?"

"Yeah since everyone else is going. However, dad doesn't want me to go. He thinks it's a bad idea with girls and guys going together. He doesn't trust you."

"If I was your father I wouldn't let you date anyone. Not one that looks like you, I'd have a big stick to keep the boys away."

She smiled and leaned to kiss him. Isabel who was walking in the park on her way to the hair dressers heard the last of it, and wanted to gag, as she curled her lips up as though she had tasted something bad. 'Ug, those two are sickening.' She hurried past and kept going.

She walked to the street corner and waited for the cars to pass. She missed Michael, he had been gone for months and she wished he would return. He had gone on a trip, after an argument with Max, and the dreams. He had just left her a letter, saying he didn't want her to worry about him. No word to Max. He had left on his motorcycle and had never once called.

She had dated Kyle, he was nice but he could never be more than a close friend. She had started dating a college guy, a guy named Marc Francois, a Frenchman. He was charming, sexy, handsome and attentive. She could almost fall in love with him. Almost. If not for him. She crossed the street not paying attention to what she was doing until she heard the loud blare of the car horn, she startled and turned, looking into the eyes of Marc.

"Marc!"

"Merde, je vous ai presque frappé mon bonbon." Then he switched back to English. "Are you trying to get run over? It would be such a waste of such beauté. To deny me your company, would be more than my heart could stand." He smiled at her as he raised his hand to his heart. Isabel smiled at him, as he pulled the car over and she went over to the side of the car.

"Hi Marc, thought you had classes." He removed his sunglasses and blinked at the harsh sunlight.

"Oui, I did, they were over an hour ago. Mon Isabel chaud et sexy. Isabel smiled at his compliments, hot and sexy? She liked that. She leaned over and kissed him.

She looked into his dark expressive eyes, seeing the twinkle in them. She could smell his expensive after-shave lotion, as she put her hand on his heck, feeling his pulse under her hand. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it slowly as his eyes looked into hers.

"Je t'aime, mon petit oiseau d'or." She felt her heart turn over, and wished she loved him too. He was going to get hurt, for though she cared a lot for him, she didn't love him. "How about dinner tonight, we can leave early and go out of town. I know just the place my doux."

""Okay Marc, I would love to go. What time?"

"Say five so we can get there and enjoy the whole evening."

"Alright, until tonight Marc."

"Au revoir ma fille chérie." He pulled her close and captured her lips once more before he pulled the car back into the street. Isabel watched him drive away before continuing to her appointment. A cloud lay over her, one that blocked out any happiness she might find.

ooooooo

Late that night Isabel sat on her bed, dressed in a slinky nightgown her back up against the headboard. Her thoughts were far away in the past, as a sad smile graced her lips. It had been a lovely evening; she couldn't fault Marc for the evening. It was one of the best she could ever remember.

A tapping caught her attention as she glanced around thinking she was hearing things. Suddenly the window opened, a head popped in, then a leg, and the rest of Michael. He smiled at her, as he stood there.

"Isabel." His words came softly to her as he held out his arms to her. Isabel jumped off the bed, raced over, and hugged Michael as hard as she could. Tears streamed down her face.

"Michael, where have you been?"

"Doesn't matter now, I am back." He held her close, and she couldn't believe he was there, holding her.

Isabel pulled back but her arms still around him. She looked up into his eyes. "Michael, I was worried about you."

"I'm sorry; I never meant to worry you. I left you the letter."

"It wasn't enough. Don't you ever do that again."

"I wont."

"Does anyone else know you are back?"

"No, you are the only one. I had to see you."

Isabel searched his eyes, and his face. There were changes she just didn't know what. She could feel them, and she felt something foreign in him.

"What happened to you Michael?"

He pulled away from her and turned away. "Just let it be, Isabel."

"If something is wrong I want to help."

"You can't." She touched his arm and he turned around facing her. She reached up and put her hand on his cheek, feeling the slight stubble there.

"Michael, you know I'll do anything for you."

He gazed into her eyes, his fathomless. "Anything Isabel?"

"Anything." Michael opened his mouth and she saw the fangs and his eyes changed to red. She stopped breathing as she gazed at him.

"Michael?"

"Yes, you see what I have become. Still want to keep that promise? Even if I wanted your blood? If I wanted you to join me?"

She shivered, as she opened her mouth to answer him.