There Will Be Tomorrow narika

Title: There Will Be Tomorrow
Author: talena
Disclaimers: Nope, don't own anything, otherwise this story of mine would be a script for an episode. Roswell belongs to Jason Katims and Melinda Mitz.
Category: Crossover (Roswell/Angel and a little Buffy)
Ratings/Genre: PG-13/drama
Summary/Spoilers: Post-Destiny. Liz leaves Max behind to fulfill his destiny, only to find that Fate has its own plans for her.
Author's Notes: None at the moment, but go on and send me comments! I thrive on them!

Prologue: Surfacing Nightmares I: Broken Dreams

I'm Liz Parker and five days ago I died- again. Not physically of course, although after all I've been through…maybe it would have been better if I really would die…Destiny. I used to think that my destiny was to be with Max. That one day we would marry, have children, and spend the rest of our lives growing old…but he already has a destiny, and it's not with me. And the one thing that hurts most is the fact that his destiny is with Tess Harding, his destined mate from another lifetime and planet. It broke my heart to leave him that day, but I knew that I had to. I couldn't stand in the way of his destiny, not when he has a whole race of people who depend on him. I knew I wouldn't be able to stand myself if I had stood in his way…so I left. I walked away from him, down that cliff with tears trailing behind me and I didn't even look back. I just couldn't. Because I knew. I knew that if I had turned back, if I had even a small glimpse of the heartache on his face, my resolve would diminish, so I didn't look back. As I walked down that cliff, I couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness and I just knew that things would never be the same again, I just knew it. And as usual I was right, things were never the same again because when I saw him that day, kissing her, I could literally hear and feel my heart shattering into millions of pieces, and the world has seemed to lose it's light…

Liz's tears mingled with the ink, leaving stains on the paper of her journal as she wrote. She had never cried so much in her life, but of course she had never felt so alone in her life. And to top it all off, she started having these strange dreams; they were always have the same two nightmares. In the first one, she seemed to be running away from someone and when she turns around to see her pursuer, she would come face to face with a demon-like monster. But the second dream was the one that go to her most; it felt so real, almost like a memory from another lifetime. Liz closed her eyes, and the images from her nightmare came back to her.

Racing through the down the path that would bring her to her house, Chastity stopped short when she saw the flames dancing as they destroyed her home. No! She thought as she ran towards her burning home. Bursting through the open door, she began to search around frantically. Her burgundy-brown eyes looking around her wildly. "Mother! Father!"

Hearing a noise in the other room, she dashed into it, hoping to find anyone in her family. But as soon as she entered the room, the fresh stench of blood greeted her senses, and she tripped over something that lay on the floor. Looking down to see what she had stepped over, her heart stopped as her eyes widened in fear, tears glistening in her eyes as she gasped. "Father!"

She knelt down and took him into her arms, "Father, please! Wake up!"

Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she begged him to awaken, "Please father! Please…"

Her hand swept across his neck where there were to small punctured holes, and she withdrew her hand to find a little blood there. She looked at her lifeless father and a wail escaped her lips as she scanned the room to find her mother and siblings all in the same state of death. The pain coursed through her body as anguished sobs left her lips. "No!"

She looked up, tears in her eyes as footsteps neared her to see her older brother staring at her. A shiver ran down her spine at his gaze, something was wrong with him. This wasn't her dear brother; she could feel the dreaded spirit of evilness around him.

A woman suddenly walked up behind him and kissed his neck, wrapping her arms around him. She had never felt as much hatred for anyone until that moment. She watched, terror spreading through her as her brother's handsome face contorted into a demon's. "No…" A strangled whisper as she started to back away from him, tears never leaving her eyes. "Stay away from me!"

The woman smiled evilly at her, and kissed her brother again, whispering something into his ear. And suddenly he was moving towards her, and she turned around to run away from him. She ran into the field outside her house, the blood was rushing through her head as she ran, calling for help. She ran until she tripped on something, and she fell forward to land into a pair of strong arms. Looking up, the color drained from her face.

Angelus looked down at the girl in his arms, with a smirk on his face. "Now, now. Why are you running from your beloved brother, Chastity?"

Never in her life had she ever heard such maliciousness from her brother directed to her. He was always gentle and caring to her, but this wasn't him. This was a demon with her brother's face, the man who murdered her family. Looking into his cold eyes, she didn't see any of the tenderness that was usually there when he was with her.

"Please…" She whispered as his tongue ran across her neck. "Don't…"

Angelus ignored her pleas and bit down into her neck, draining her of her blood. Chastity's eyes never left his as he did so, and one last tear made its way down her cheeks. And through the darkness that began to cloud her vision, she caught one last sight of the person she loved more than anything, her brother and now her murderer. "Liam…"

And the world faded into darkness as the blood slowly drained from her body.

Liz's eyes snapped open and the familiar feeling of icy pain stabbed at her like a thousand sharp knives. She welcomed the pain, it was achingly hot but at the same time cold and numbing, but it was all she had left. So she leaned her head against the plane window, watching the scenery pass by beneath as the plane headed towards Florida.