Title: Mislead Belief
Author: Gaudicia
E-mail: gaudy9@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Roswell characters.
Rating: Pg-13
Category: UC-Mi/L
Summary: You'll just have to read to find out.
Distribution: Please, ask first.
Author's note: Thanks to Nikki for correcting it.
Feedback = New chapter.
Chapter 14
"It was my fault wasn't it?" Liz pressed.
"No, sweetie, it was fates."
"Why does Dad think Antar was responsible for grandma's death?"
Nancy sighed and sat next to Liz. Kivar had someone mind warped Jeff. They made him think it was an Antarian that killed your grandmother."
Liz closed her eyes taking everything in. "It's just one thing after another, isn't it? That day grandma erased my memories?"
Nancy nodded, "It was the last thing she did, but even like that you would have nightmares about that day. You didn't remember it or your dreams, but you knew and I knew why you had those dreams, but I never told."
Liz realized what her father had been looking for. "He wants revenge. That why he leads Earth against Antar, that's why he follows what everyone tells him, so blindly. He thinks, they killed his mom so every evil thing they do must be true."
Mrs. Parker agreed, "Most likely."
Liz stood up. "I'm going to the library." Liz didn't wait for her mother to speak; she just left. When she exited the room she saw Steve. "Steve, have you see Michael?"
The guard nodded. "He is in a meeting with the king."
"Thanks." Liz waved and continued her walk. "What am I supposed to do now?" Liz mumbled. "Might as well go to the library." Liz quietly entered the room. 'There must be something in here that teaches me how to prevent people from making me forget things or from someone to mind warp me,' Liz thought.
Liz began to look through the shelves, and every time she saw some book that mention it, she would take it. After she was satisfied with the books she had gotten she began to read; she read for hours, until her vision blurred. "I should just have asked Mom," Liz said out loud. She put the books back in their places.
* * * *
"Liz, if you concentrate hard enough you'll be able to find me. We are link for I am your mother and you are my daughter, and as I can find you, you can find me."
* * * *
Liz rapidly blinked. 'Why did I forget that? Why did I even remember it?'
She was just about to enter Max's office when she heard her mother's voice.
"It's up to her. I won't force her to do something she doesn't want to," Mrs. Parker warned.
"She has too, or our planet will loose. She will bring both our planets together. You must urge your daughter to do as I tell her."
Liz hadn't heard much, but she was already feed up with the guy. "Excuse me. Wouldn't it be better if you talk to me directly?
Nancy and the King turned to her.
"Liz, just let me talk to him," Nancy pleaded.
"Mom, I can talk for myself," Liz said crossing her arms. "What do you want me to do?"
Max's father cleared his throat. "You are going to marry Max."
"What?!" Liz exploded. "We are blood related, family, and sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm with Michael—"
"I already talked to him, and he agrees with me, he understand the cause."
Liz was speechless. "What?" She gasped out.
The King began to pace. "I was informed of your relationship with him, and your status as Kivar's niece, and since you haven't "cemented" your relationship with Michael it would be appropriate for you to marry my son and our kingdoms unite," the King said, without pausing. "Michael being one of my best men agreed to your marriage to my son. He knows the importance of this step."
Liz felt betrayed, trapped.
"You don't have too, Liz," she heard her mother say, but she was too hurt and felt to betrayed to actually pay attention to her words. Liz looked from her mother to the king; she repeated the patron and then ran in search for Michael. She knew where to look, she ran to the cliff and she saw him looking up at the sky, leaning on the post that held the bridge. She breathless approached him. "Tell me it isn't true, please. Tell me you didn't agree."
"The King is not a liar," Michael replied without looking at her.
"You are willing to give up our love just like that?" Liz asked in disbelief.
"Love? What love? I never told you I loved you," Michael said, harshly.
Liz's heart shattered. "I guess you are right," she whispered, softly, and then in a hard voice said, "But guess what. I'm not marrying him. You think that because you are pushing me away I'll marry Max? Well, you are wrong."
Michael turned to her. "You'll do it, because it's the right thing. This is our race we are talking about."
Liz glared at him. "You are so sure I'll do it because it's the right thing. Let me tell you something. I don't always do what's right." Liz looked him in the eyes. "This isn't my race. I didn't remember it until a few days ago, and I wish I hadn't remembered it. I'm part skin, part human, and that's all. I have no reason to fight for a race that doesn't deserve it, because all you people care about is the throne, not the people."
Michael grabbed Liz by the shoulders. "You'll. Marry. Max."
Liz almost took a step back at the hardness in his eyes, but she stood her ground. Once he let her go, she slapped him. "I hate you," she said in a broken whisper.
Michael caressed his cheek, but at the same time relished and welcomed the sting the slap had produced.
Liz turned and didn't look back. She felt a great weight on her shoulders and when she opened the door of the castle, she saw Isabel.
Isabel pulled Liz towards her, and began to drag her towards her room. "Are you okay? I heard the news."
"Yeah." Liz wiped her tears away. "It doesn't matter."
"I know what will get your mood up. We are going to choose your dress for the party."
Liz shook her head. "I'm not going."
Isabel began to take clothes out of her closet. "Don't be silly just think that once I'm done with you Michael will drool, and you can completely ignore him. Make him jealous. He wants you to be with Max, so be with Max, and make him see how much he'll like it," Isabel advised.
Liz felt motivated. "Okay, but the party is tomorrow," Liz said as if telling her to wait until tomorrow to pick out an outfit.
Isabel looked at Liz in disapproval. "You need to start preparing now, besides you don't have a suitable dress for the party and finding the perfect dress takes time."
Liz laughed at Isabel's seriousness.
* * * *
Liz spent the next day avoiding everyone except Isabel. They were practically joined to the hip. They spent the entire day finding the perfect attire, make up, shoes, and hairstyle.
"Liz, sit still. We only have four hours to get ready!" Isabel complained.
"What? Isabel, we can still wait. Let's wait until there's at least an hour and half left," Liz whined.
"Are you kidding?! That's not enough time! I don't know how you made it so far without me!" Isabel exclaimed almost hyperventilating.
"Okay, okay." Liz sat still, and let Isabel work on her as she stared at the red, long, v shaped dress.
* * * *
They stood in front of the door that led to the ballroom. Isabel took a deep breath. "We are late. We should have started getting ready earlier."
Liz saw Isabel was about to open the door. "Iz, wait." Once she had Isabel's attention, she continued, "I just want you to know that I would never betray you guys."
Isabel looked at Liz questionably. "What do you mean? …Liz what are you going to do?"
Liz took her hand. "I just wanted you to know that no matter what you see or hear I'll never betray you." Liz straightened her dress. "Lets go." Liz entered the ballroom followed by a worried Isabel.
Liz was speechless everything sparkled. "This is great, Iz."
Isabel blushed. "Thanks. Now go make Michael jealous. I'm going to mingle."
As soon as Isabel left men surrounded Liz. Liz saw Isabel wink at her and she mentally groaned, but she soon forgot about it when she hit it off with them. She was laughing when suddenly the others sobered up. When she looked up she saw Michael.
"Leave us," Michael barked out to the other guys. He saw them hesitate, and he wanted to kill them. 'How dare they look at Liz like she is a piece of meat?'
"What the hell were you doing? You are Max's fiancée. You aren't supposed to parade around with a bunch of men, and make Max look bad," Michael growled out. He wanted to shake her. He didn't know why he was acting like that, she wasn't his anymore, by the King's order she was Max's. He said she made Max look bad, but he was just angry, because she was so damn attractive. "How am I supposed to stay away from her?'
"I am not Max's fiancée and I will do as I please. God, can't you just leave me alone. I'm not anyone's property."
"Let's go." Michael pulled her by the arm, and dissimulating, dragged her towards Max.
"Let go of me," Liz hissed. "I can't believe you are acting like this. I can't believe I fell in love with a cave man!"
Michael momentarily loosened his grip on her, because of her confession, but with his broken heart he set her next to Max. "Stay put and behave."
"Hi," Max whispered, uncomfortable.
"You won't mind if I leave, your Highness?" Liz spat out.
"No, not at all."
Liz went the opposite way Michael had gone, that's when she saw him. The person she most wanted to see. Kivar. She almost jogged towards him. "Kivar, we have to talk."
Kivar looked Liz over. "Yes, we do. How's my sister?"
"She's good. Kivar, I'm here to make a deal."
Author: Gaudicia
E-mail: gaudy9@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Roswell characters.
Rating: Pg-13
Category: UC-Mi/L
Summary: You'll just have to read to find out.
Distribution: Please, ask first.
Author's note: Thanks to Nikki for correcting it.
Feedback = New chapter.
Chapter 14
"It was my fault wasn't it?" Liz pressed.
"No, sweetie, it was fates."
"Why does Dad think Antar was responsible for grandma's death?"
Nancy sighed and sat next to Liz. Kivar had someone mind warped Jeff. They made him think it was an Antarian that killed your grandmother."
Liz closed her eyes taking everything in. "It's just one thing after another, isn't it? That day grandma erased my memories?"
Nancy nodded, "It was the last thing she did, but even like that you would have nightmares about that day. You didn't remember it or your dreams, but you knew and I knew why you had those dreams, but I never told."
Liz realized what her father had been looking for. "He wants revenge. That why he leads Earth against Antar, that's why he follows what everyone tells him, so blindly. He thinks, they killed his mom so every evil thing they do must be true."
Mrs. Parker agreed, "Most likely."
Liz stood up. "I'm going to the library." Liz didn't wait for her mother to speak; she just left. When she exited the room she saw Steve. "Steve, have you see Michael?"
The guard nodded. "He is in a meeting with the king."
"Thanks." Liz waved and continued her walk. "What am I supposed to do now?" Liz mumbled. "Might as well go to the library." Liz quietly entered the room. 'There must be something in here that teaches me how to prevent people from making me forget things or from someone to mind warp me,' Liz thought.
Liz began to look through the shelves, and every time she saw some book that mention it, she would take it. After she was satisfied with the books she had gotten she began to read; she read for hours, until her vision blurred. "I should just have asked Mom," Liz said out loud. She put the books back in their places.
* * * *
"Liz, if you concentrate hard enough you'll be able to find me. We are link for I am your mother and you are my daughter, and as I can find you, you can find me."
* * * *
Liz rapidly blinked. 'Why did I forget that? Why did I even remember it?'
She was just about to enter Max's office when she heard her mother's voice.
"It's up to her. I won't force her to do something she doesn't want to," Mrs. Parker warned.
"She has too, or our planet will loose. She will bring both our planets together. You must urge your daughter to do as I tell her."
Liz hadn't heard much, but she was already feed up with the guy. "Excuse me. Wouldn't it be better if you talk to me directly?
Nancy and the King turned to her.
"Liz, just let me talk to him," Nancy pleaded.
"Mom, I can talk for myself," Liz said crossing her arms. "What do you want me to do?"
Max's father cleared his throat. "You are going to marry Max."
"What?!" Liz exploded. "We are blood related, family, and sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm with Michael—"
"I already talked to him, and he agrees with me, he understand the cause."
Liz was speechless. "What?" She gasped out.
The King began to pace. "I was informed of your relationship with him, and your status as Kivar's niece, and since you haven't "cemented" your relationship with Michael it would be appropriate for you to marry my son and our kingdoms unite," the King said, without pausing. "Michael being one of my best men agreed to your marriage to my son. He knows the importance of this step."
Liz felt betrayed, trapped.
"You don't have too, Liz," she heard her mother say, but she was too hurt and felt to betrayed to actually pay attention to her words. Liz looked from her mother to the king; she repeated the patron and then ran in search for Michael. She knew where to look, she ran to the cliff and she saw him looking up at the sky, leaning on the post that held the bridge. She breathless approached him. "Tell me it isn't true, please. Tell me you didn't agree."
"The King is not a liar," Michael replied without looking at her.
"You are willing to give up our love just like that?" Liz asked in disbelief.
"Love? What love? I never told you I loved you," Michael said, harshly.
Liz's heart shattered. "I guess you are right," she whispered, softly, and then in a hard voice said, "But guess what. I'm not marrying him. You think that because you are pushing me away I'll marry Max? Well, you are wrong."
Michael turned to her. "You'll do it, because it's the right thing. This is our race we are talking about."
Liz glared at him. "You are so sure I'll do it because it's the right thing. Let me tell you something. I don't always do what's right." Liz looked him in the eyes. "This isn't my race. I didn't remember it until a few days ago, and I wish I hadn't remembered it. I'm part skin, part human, and that's all. I have no reason to fight for a race that doesn't deserve it, because all you people care about is the throne, not the people."
Michael grabbed Liz by the shoulders. "You'll. Marry. Max."
Liz almost took a step back at the hardness in his eyes, but she stood her ground. Once he let her go, she slapped him. "I hate you," she said in a broken whisper.
Michael caressed his cheek, but at the same time relished and welcomed the sting the slap had produced.
Liz turned and didn't look back. She felt a great weight on her shoulders and when she opened the door of the castle, she saw Isabel.
Isabel pulled Liz towards her, and began to drag her towards her room. "Are you okay? I heard the news."
"Yeah." Liz wiped her tears away. "It doesn't matter."
"I know what will get your mood up. We are going to choose your dress for the party."
Liz shook her head. "I'm not going."
Isabel began to take clothes out of her closet. "Don't be silly just think that once I'm done with you Michael will drool, and you can completely ignore him. Make him jealous. He wants you to be with Max, so be with Max, and make him see how much he'll like it," Isabel advised.
Liz felt motivated. "Okay, but the party is tomorrow," Liz said as if telling her to wait until tomorrow to pick out an outfit.
Isabel looked at Liz in disapproval. "You need to start preparing now, besides you don't have a suitable dress for the party and finding the perfect dress takes time."
Liz laughed at Isabel's seriousness.
* * * *
Liz spent the next day avoiding everyone except Isabel. They were practically joined to the hip. They spent the entire day finding the perfect attire, make up, shoes, and hairstyle.
"Liz, sit still. We only have four hours to get ready!" Isabel complained.
"What? Isabel, we can still wait. Let's wait until there's at least an hour and half left," Liz whined.
"Are you kidding?! That's not enough time! I don't know how you made it so far without me!" Isabel exclaimed almost hyperventilating.
"Okay, okay." Liz sat still, and let Isabel work on her as she stared at the red, long, v shaped dress.
* * * *
They stood in front of the door that led to the ballroom. Isabel took a deep breath. "We are late. We should have started getting ready earlier."
Liz saw Isabel was about to open the door. "Iz, wait." Once she had Isabel's attention, she continued, "I just want you to know that I would never betray you guys."
Isabel looked at Liz questionably. "What do you mean? …Liz what are you going to do?"
Liz took her hand. "I just wanted you to know that no matter what you see or hear I'll never betray you." Liz straightened her dress. "Lets go." Liz entered the ballroom followed by a worried Isabel.
Liz was speechless everything sparkled. "This is great, Iz."
Isabel blushed. "Thanks. Now go make Michael jealous. I'm going to mingle."
As soon as Isabel left men surrounded Liz. Liz saw Isabel wink at her and she mentally groaned, but she soon forgot about it when she hit it off with them. She was laughing when suddenly the others sobered up. When she looked up she saw Michael.
"Leave us," Michael barked out to the other guys. He saw them hesitate, and he wanted to kill them. 'How dare they look at Liz like she is a piece of meat?'
"What the hell were you doing? You are Max's fiancée. You aren't supposed to parade around with a bunch of men, and make Max look bad," Michael growled out. He wanted to shake her. He didn't know why he was acting like that, she wasn't his anymore, by the King's order she was Max's. He said she made Max look bad, but he was just angry, because she was so damn attractive. "How am I supposed to stay away from her?'
"I am not Max's fiancée and I will do as I please. God, can't you just leave me alone. I'm not anyone's property."
"Let's go." Michael pulled her by the arm, and dissimulating, dragged her towards Max.
"Let go of me," Liz hissed. "I can't believe you are acting like this. I can't believe I fell in love with a cave man!"
Michael momentarily loosened his grip on her, because of her confession, but with his broken heart he set her next to Max. "Stay put and behave."
"Hi," Max whispered, uncomfortable.
"You won't mind if I leave, your Highness?" Liz spat out.
"No, not at all."
Liz went the opposite way Michael had gone, that's when she saw him. The person she most wanted to see. Kivar. She almost jogged towards him. "Kivar, we have to talk."
Kivar looked Liz over. "Yes, we do. How's my sister?"
"She's good. Kivar, I'm here to make a deal."
