Author: JBehrsGurl

Title: Beyond Untouchable

E-mail: swtlatinakisses@yahoo.com

Rating: R for language / NC-17 –a bit on the nasty side but hey, it's called making love…

Category: M/L a little AU but mostly CC

Summary: Kaliana was one of the very few to survive the 1947 crash, but she had only one duty to fulfill and it was to make sure that the pods made it to earth safely. She thought she had completed her mission until one day a mysterious stranger alerts her that her sister (Liz) will need her help once again. Liz's past life is about to be revealed, will the rest of the roswellians be able to handle the truth? And also… why is Kaliana and Liz's stomach's glowing???

Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell Blah blah blah… But I'd love to borrow Jason Behr and Brendan Fehr for a coupla hours!!! –Oh and also, Kaliana, Todd, Midea, etc… Are all my characters so that means –off limits to you! Haha! J/k The poems are mine but the songs are not, the titles and artists will be listed after the lyrics and the poems will seem as though Liz or Kaliana wrote them but they are actually written by little 'ol me… k start your engines people! –Ready! Set! Read!

PLEASE REVIEW PEOPLE!!! –I am on a need to know basis!





Prologue

Kaliana's POV

b Wounds /b

i Winds blow across my face

Here on earth is no good place

Every night I cry your name

Every morning it's all the same

Seemingly all clear

All the world's anger and sadness I fear

I feel my time here is spent

I hear the guilty people repent

Hear our cries, hear our pleas

It's always about all their needs

Never once did you say you're regretful

Never once was I ungrateful

You leave me here all alone

With this child that is unknown

No one knows what you've done to me

No one cares how my life is to be

When will ever you see?

Just how much your love actually hurts me? /i

I closed my leather bound journal and sighed.

This was it. This was the last entry I would submit in my precious journal. It was time to put my own suffering to an end. What was the use anyways? I was nothing. I was just some easy rumble in the sack to the only man I ever gave myself to. And now he was telling me that it was all nothing. I was just an easy lay.

My eyes roamed down my body where I placed a delicate hand on my abdomen. Was there really a human being in the making? If I took my life now, would I actually be taking two? No. It couldn't. And even so, it was best that I not bring such an innocent into such a horrific world where the word LOVE means nothing more than a one-syllable utterance during a climax.

"Kali!" A booming male voice came into my own thoughts.

It was him. It was the only one that I loved and hated the most in my whole existence on earth. I was made to feel nothing. I was supposed to just be the one to see that the pods got the earth safely. It was my first and only mission ever given to her. But I never expected this. To live out the life of a normal human being. I had powers that I hid well. I had a duty that I had fulfilled only to see it all fall to pieces in the end.

Zan. Dear sweet Zan. He loved his world, he loved his people. He loved his wife. Arielle was beautiful. I could still see the wedding of Zan and Lea as if it were yesterday. I could not suppress the tears from falling down my utterly glowing with delight face. Arielle was my youngest sister. And she died all too soon after the happiest day of her life. All because of the enraged jealousy from Ava, princess of Utopia. I felt the sting of tears and swallowed the lump in her throat. Now was not the time to indulge in self-pity.

"Kaliana, I've been calling you for like ten goddamned minutes! Now get your little pretty ass over here and tell me what the fuck this weirdo on the telephone is saying to me!" Todd shouts in anger, barging out into our apartment patio and thrusting the cordless phone in my hands.

"He-hello?" I hesitate.

"Kaliana, it is time. Arielle and the others need you. She and the others are located in Roswell, New Mexico. She currently lives under the name Elizabeth Parker. You must arrive there soon and figure the situations out at hand. Is this all understood Lieutenant A-star Kaliana?" The voice that cannot be identified as female or male orders.

"Who is this?" I whimper. 17 years and I have yet to hear a single word of my sister, the pods or anything of the whereabouts of them.

"Krishna-Aru." Is the only reply I get before the dial tone starts it's loud hum in my ear.

I drop the phone and slide down against the brick wall to the ground. I was wearing nothing but a backless halter-top and shorts. My back may be bleeding from the friction my movement may have caused but it was of no matter to me.

My sister.

She was alive.

And…

She needed…

Me?



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