Title: Insidious Lust
Author: Midnight Magi (aka Bex)
Email: Bex_Bridge@hotmail.com
Website: www.indagator.co.uk
Distribution: Ask me first. I want to know where it's going.
Category: M/L (What else is there? ~looks over at Zan tied down to her bed~ Ooops, oh yeah!)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned Roswell the season 2&3 storyline would never have happened, and Tess would have been sliced and diced.
Summary: This is a 'What If?' kinda story, when the grenolith was getting ready to take off what if Tess grabbed Liz and took her into cone as a hostage after she told them it was Tess that had killed Alex? This story then becomes a FF three years later, basically in those three years a lot of things have happened, Kivar stepped up his invasion of earth, killing nearly all of the population and yet also dying in the fight himself leaving what was left of earth to the space vultures to pick at(space vultures! Ha, you gotta admit it's a cool term and very fitting when you read the story).
One of these 'space vultures' is a merchant city ship(yep, came up with that as well, think of it as a GIANT floating city in space that's very seedy, their own version of alien drug dealers, prostitutes, slave trade, the black market, etc.) and just guess what loveable little dumbo eared guy is up for auction to become dinner(literary) for the member's of this community? Yep, you got it, Max, but someone gets to him first and buys him taking him as her personal pet. Through his haze of guilt and depression Max somehow finds this beautiful woman familiar, but doesn't know how.
Oh Boy, is Max gonna be in for a surprise at finding out HOW much Liz has changed mentally, emotionally and physically(That's why he can't recognize her, she doesn't quite look like Liz anymore.)
Author's Note: Don't worry, everything will be explained in detail later on in the story(looks at the length of the summary and sighs), yes in even more detail. I just wanted to bring you up to speed on what's happened first so you understand what's going on in part one of this fic.
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Part 1
Soon shall my fate that wish fulfill; And I shall sleep without the dream Of what I was, and would be still Dark as to thee my deeds may seem:
My memory now is but the tomb, Of joys long dead; my hope, their doom: Though better to have died with those, Than bear a life of lingering woes. ~ Lord Byron.
The dark labyrinth of passageways and small streets lead on forever it seems in this large hell pit of a galactic city ship. Sinister forms lurk in the shadow's, watching, waiting, eyeing up their next target while abominations of creation carry on their perverse business's throughout the ship caring nothing for those around them.
A mysterious obscured figure strides down one of the filthy corridor's with speed in their step heading with determination to some unknown location, a black cloak draped around them with a hood that looks like fine luscious velvet ripple's as they walk. Three oval eyes illuminate slightly from within the gloomy shadow's marking this one as their next victim, slowly it follows the figure along the corridor and out into the main city center where an over powering amount of noise flows like a river as people barter and trade within the shops and on the market stalls in the dim yellow light.
Thousands of different species, of every size, color, age, gender, and intelligence move around in the large city center market place like ants, with hundreds of higher level tiers towering above, making it all somehow seem small and cramped, and yet also immense at the same time. Some of them look reptilian, while others seem amphibious and some are mammals, at first glance at least.
The creature continues to follow the cloaked figure through the throng of beings slowly getting closer and closer as it approaches the bidding bay for auctions. The figure stops near the wall of records for sale's today searching for something on them as the creature unties its first layer of rags revealing two clawed hands with dagger sharp nails at the end of long gnarled fingers and at that moment it decides to strike. Taking three swift strides towards its pray it raises one cruel clawed hand bringing it down with the intent of killing the victim in one strike.
In the blink of an eye though, the figure disappears into a blur of movement so fast that the creature crashes straight into the wall and the figure reappears out of the blurred movement standing over it. Many beings near by turn to watch the incident, always up for some good action they surround the two in a semi-circle jeering them on.
The creature groans realising things have gone seriously wrong while rubbing its sore head and attempts to get up with its eye's still closed. Then suddenly the jeering stops, and all the voice's within hearing distance seem to die away into silence. The quite, something so unnatural to a place usually full of so much noise sends a chill down the creature's form as it dare's to open its eye's.
The figure still stands there veiled completely by the velvety dark cloak in silence, with a kriss blade dagger pointed directly at the creature's neck, the tip of it slightly digging into its throat as it recognizes the mark on the dagger, the mark of an Invigilator.
A panicked expression crosses the things hideous face desperately turning to those surrounding them for help, knowing already that such a thing is futile as the crowed slowly tries to edge away in dread.
The creature looks up at the figure with a pleading expression and draws in a breath to beg for its life, and at the same moment the dagger is sunk deep into its throat and it starts to choke on its own blood.
Removing the dagger from its throat the body slowly slides down the wall landing in a heaped mess, the people still surrounding them watch as the dark figure kneels down to wipe the blood off the dagger on the creature's rags and then deposits the dagger within it's dark cloak once more.
Getting up and turning around to look at the people watching for the first time the figure scans the crowed for the owner of the Auction Bay. Spotting him a couple of seconds later the figure heads straight to him seemly to almost glide over the floor rather than walk and watches as he shrinks away slightly realising the Invigilator is coming over to him.
"W-what c-can I do for you today?" He manages to stutter out, his strength and nerve failing him.
"I want to purchase one of the slaves you have up for tomorrow's auction, which was taken prisoner as part of a resistances force from the last planet we visited, Earth, and I want that slave now." A cold and feminine voice says silkily as she watches the short overweight male's breathing increase some more.
"Them? Their behrly fit for the flesh eater's. If you wish to make a purchase I have some prize Trackal's, strong, sturdy, all with very long life spans and in the best of conditions. I would gladly give them to someone of your. urm. importance."
"I don't want any half breed Trackal's you little parasite! I want a particular slave you have taken from earth." The cold voice says in a harsh tone taking a step closer to the alarmed alien male.
"Of course, of course, I just wanted to offer you the best I have to offer, I didn't mean no offence, it's just these Human's as they call themselves are of no real value, their most probably all going to be sold and bred for food. Why you would want one of them I have no idea." He continues desperately trying to please her while also eyeing a weapon laying off to the side wondering if he could reach it in time to use as a form of protection and then quickly dismisses the idea realising he'd be dead either way.
"It's not your purpose to second guess my actions trader." She snaps out.
"Of course, of course, I would never dream to do such a thing, I have a mind for business, and nothing else, please excuse my ignorance, which human is it that you desirer? There are several hundred currently being held in a lock down chamber together." He says quickly nodding his head slightly.
"I shall go with you, I wish to see him for myself.
He goes by the name Max,
Max Evan's."
A/N: If you don't know what a Kriss Blade looks like, click on this lick to see:
Author: Midnight Magi (aka Bex)
Email: Bex_Bridge@hotmail.com
Website: www.indagator.co.uk
Distribution: Ask me first. I want to know where it's going.
Category: M/L (What else is there? ~looks over at Zan tied down to her bed~ Ooops, oh yeah!)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned Roswell the season 2&3 storyline would never have happened, and Tess would have been sliced and diced.
Summary: This is a 'What If?' kinda story, when the grenolith was getting ready to take off what if Tess grabbed Liz and took her into cone as a hostage after she told them it was Tess that had killed Alex? This story then becomes a FF three years later, basically in those three years a lot of things have happened, Kivar stepped up his invasion of earth, killing nearly all of the population and yet also dying in the fight himself leaving what was left of earth to the space vultures to pick at(space vultures! Ha, you gotta admit it's a cool term and very fitting when you read the story).
One of these 'space vultures' is a merchant city ship(yep, came up with that as well, think of it as a GIANT floating city in space that's very seedy, their own version of alien drug dealers, prostitutes, slave trade, the black market, etc.) and just guess what loveable little dumbo eared guy is up for auction to become dinner(literary) for the member's of this community? Yep, you got it, Max, but someone gets to him first and buys him taking him as her personal pet. Through his haze of guilt and depression Max somehow finds this beautiful woman familiar, but doesn't know how.
Oh Boy, is Max gonna be in for a surprise at finding out HOW much Liz has changed mentally, emotionally and physically(That's why he can't recognize her, she doesn't quite look like Liz anymore.)
Author's Note: Don't worry, everything will be explained in detail later on in the story(looks at the length of the summary and sighs), yes in even more detail. I just wanted to bring you up to speed on what's happened first so you understand what's going on in part one of this fic.
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Part 1
Soon shall my fate that wish fulfill; And I shall sleep without the dream Of what I was, and would be still Dark as to thee my deeds may seem:
My memory now is but the tomb, Of joys long dead; my hope, their doom: Though better to have died with those, Than bear a life of lingering woes. ~ Lord Byron.
The dark labyrinth of passageways and small streets lead on forever it seems in this large hell pit of a galactic city ship. Sinister forms lurk in the shadow's, watching, waiting, eyeing up their next target while abominations of creation carry on their perverse business's throughout the ship caring nothing for those around them.
A mysterious obscured figure strides down one of the filthy corridor's with speed in their step heading with determination to some unknown location, a black cloak draped around them with a hood that looks like fine luscious velvet ripple's as they walk. Three oval eyes illuminate slightly from within the gloomy shadow's marking this one as their next victim, slowly it follows the figure along the corridor and out into the main city center where an over powering amount of noise flows like a river as people barter and trade within the shops and on the market stalls in the dim yellow light.
Thousands of different species, of every size, color, age, gender, and intelligence move around in the large city center market place like ants, with hundreds of higher level tiers towering above, making it all somehow seem small and cramped, and yet also immense at the same time. Some of them look reptilian, while others seem amphibious and some are mammals, at first glance at least.
The creature continues to follow the cloaked figure through the throng of beings slowly getting closer and closer as it approaches the bidding bay for auctions. The figure stops near the wall of records for sale's today searching for something on them as the creature unties its first layer of rags revealing two clawed hands with dagger sharp nails at the end of long gnarled fingers and at that moment it decides to strike. Taking three swift strides towards its pray it raises one cruel clawed hand bringing it down with the intent of killing the victim in one strike.
In the blink of an eye though, the figure disappears into a blur of movement so fast that the creature crashes straight into the wall and the figure reappears out of the blurred movement standing over it. Many beings near by turn to watch the incident, always up for some good action they surround the two in a semi-circle jeering them on.
The creature groans realising things have gone seriously wrong while rubbing its sore head and attempts to get up with its eye's still closed. Then suddenly the jeering stops, and all the voice's within hearing distance seem to die away into silence. The quite, something so unnatural to a place usually full of so much noise sends a chill down the creature's form as it dare's to open its eye's.
The figure still stands there veiled completely by the velvety dark cloak in silence, with a kriss blade dagger pointed directly at the creature's neck, the tip of it slightly digging into its throat as it recognizes the mark on the dagger, the mark of an Invigilator.
A panicked expression crosses the things hideous face desperately turning to those surrounding them for help, knowing already that such a thing is futile as the crowed slowly tries to edge away in dread.
The creature looks up at the figure with a pleading expression and draws in a breath to beg for its life, and at the same moment the dagger is sunk deep into its throat and it starts to choke on its own blood.
Removing the dagger from its throat the body slowly slides down the wall landing in a heaped mess, the people still surrounding them watch as the dark figure kneels down to wipe the blood off the dagger on the creature's rags and then deposits the dagger within it's dark cloak once more.
Getting up and turning around to look at the people watching for the first time the figure scans the crowed for the owner of the Auction Bay. Spotting him a couple of seconds later the figure heads straight to him seemly to almost glide over the floor rather than walk and watches as he shrinks away slightly realising the Invigilator is coming over to him.
"W-what c-can I do for you today?" He manages to stutter out, his strength and nerve failing him.
"I want to purchase one of the slaves you have up for tomorrow's auction, which was taken prisoner as part of a resistances force from the last planet we visited, Earth, and I want that slave now." A cold and feminine voice says silkily as she watches the short overweight male's breathing increase some more.
"Them? Their behrly fit for the flesh eater's. If you wish to make a purchase I have some prize Trackal's, strong, sturdy, all with very long life spans and in the best of conditions. I would gladly give them to someone of your. urm. importance."
"I don't want any half breed Trackal's you little parasite! I want a particular slave you have taken from earth." The cold voice says in a harsh tone taking a step closer to the alarmed alien male.
"Of course, of course, I just wanted to offer you the best I have to offer, I didn't mean no offence, it's just these Human's as they call themselves are of no real value, their most probably all going to be sold and bred for food. Why you would want one of them I have no idea." He continues desperately trying to please her while also eyeing a weapon laying off to the side wondering if he could reach it in time to use as a form of protection and then quickly dismisses the idea realising he'd be dead either way.
"It's not your purpose to second guess my actions trader." She snaps out.
"Of course, of course, I would never dream to do such a thing, I have a mind for business, and nothing else, please excuse my ignorance, which human is it that you desirer? There are several hundred currently being held in a lock down chamber together." He says quickly nodding his head slightly.
"I shall go with you, I wish to see him for myself.
He goes by the name Max,
Max Evan's."
A/N: If you don't know what a Kriss Blade looks like, click on this lick to see: