Hey all. I still appreciate the comments emailed to me and posted here. I
would like to clarify something, though. I am a Michael and Maria fan,
however, this story and the subsequent sequels and prequel are not about
any one character only or any two characters only - but all, plus a few new
original ones. I am an M & M fan, among others, however, as a college
amateur writer, I write for the stories and the plots as they flow along,
and not necessarily how I feel about all the characters personally. That
said, thanks for reading!
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---Chapter 24---
Michael began having dreams that were both disturbing and beautiful. .
Michael was on fire. He felt the burning within. It hurt, but it felt like power. He saw the flames all around. He sought relief, but he was silent and stoic.
Through the clouds of fire, he saw a vision.. A woman stood looking at him. Icy air around her. Resplendent in blue-toned whites. The woman. . . Victoria. The fire didn't touch her, yet the warmth reflected on her pale skin.
Michael moved to her, he must have, because she was there. She walked into the flames. As he moved forward, the icy air combined with the fire- the combination created a force. Her ice melted into his fire. He got relief when the fire was put out. A warm glow remained, surrounding them both.
Then they were in the sea. Sea with a slight texture. It was right. Together. It was all right.
An explosion in the distance that rocked the night sky pulled them apart. It was wrong.
Michael woke up with a start at the sight and sound of the explosion from his dream. He was disturbed by his dreams, by who was in his dreams. But they did not relent.
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It was nearing Christmas, that time of year. Max, Liz, Michael, Isabel, Maria, and Kyle's trepidation faded into the background. No new disaster had taken place in many weeks. Yet Jesse remained as he was, rather symbolic of the danger and worries looming just behind the curtains.
Every one suffered their individual worries, though. Max, feeling as if he was responsible for the entire group - carried the heavy weight on his shoulders of worrying about when the next bomb would drop, figuratively.
Liz and Max were pretty happy together, but Liz worried about Maria. Liz feared that Michael was more distant to her best friend, that he didn't seem the same with her (although they were together), whether or not Maria saw it.
Maria felt it instinctively, as a woman does. But she didn't let that worry plague her very often, afterall SHE, herself, had Michael . . . didn't she?
Kyle worried about everything, but forefront in his mind was the knowledge that he rather had feelings for Victoria. And they were casually seeing each other - kind of.. Yet he felt as if, mostly, she held back a lot of herself.
Isabel worried about Jesse, of course - and Michael? Michael tried not to think about things. But the damned dreams would not leave him alone. And how was he suppose to react to seeing Victoria sitting there in class, when he longed to. What did he long to do? And he was worried about Kyle when he saw him and Victoria sitting together around school sometimes. No, that was lie to himself. He didn't. He kept remembering the sincerity he felt from Victoria when he asked her to swear. And he, too, remembered her walking out and saying, "have fun with Maria," like she didn't care. Wait . . .how could she not? When he secretly longed for her presence, like before, a connection they had - like kindred spirits. No one else came close to that. But that was a fact he loathed right now, he kept it under lock and key.
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Victoria's bedroom door was pulled open. She sat up straight in time to see Adam stride in. He had that look.
Adam pulled her from her seat. "I am disappointed in you, Victoria. Very. You have displeased me with your hesitation. Never before have you been so slack in your obedience!"
Victoria looked at him, she couldn't help but to. And she knew of what he spoke.
"You have been seducing the wrong one. The ex-sherriff of Roswell's son means nothing. He is not important. Michael Guerin is your focus." -Adam.
She looked down. She couldn't do it, not like that. She couldn't be with Michael like that. Preconcieved, a plan, treacherous. What did Adam have against Michael? She did not want to aide in some sort of trap for Michael.
"Michael. will not be harmed, will he?" -Victoria.
"Let's just put it this way," Adam said as he lifted her chin to look into his cold eyes. "If you don't find a way to do as I've ordered . . . he will cease to exist. Now I know you do not want that to occur.." He looked at her pointedly, "So. any objections?"
"No, Adam." -Victoria.
He released her chin and smiled, albeit with coldness lingering. "Good girl." He walked out of her room.
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---End of Chapter 24---
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---Chapter 24---
Michael began having dreams that were both disturbing and beautiful. .
Michael was on fire. He felt the burning within. It hurt, but it felt like power. He saw the flames all around. He sought relief, but he was silent and stoic.
Through the clouds of fire, he saw a vision.. A woman stood looking at him. Icy air around her. Resplendent in blue-toned whites. The woman. . . Victoria. The fire didn't touch her, yet the warmth reflected on her pale skin.
Michael moved to her, he must have, because she was there. She walked into the flames. As he moved forward, the icy air combined with the fire- the combination created a force. Her ice melted into his fire. He got relief when the fire was put out. A warm glow remained, surrounding them both.
Then they were in the sea. Sea with a slight texture. It was right. Together. It was all right.
An explosion in the distance that rocked the night sky pulled them apart. It was wrong.
Michael woke up with a start at the sight and sound of the explosion from his dream. He was disturbed by his dreams, by who was in his dreams. But they did not relent.
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It was nearing Christmas, that time of year. Max, Liz, Michael, Isabel, Maria, and Kyle's trepidation faded into the background. No new disaster had taken place in many weeks. Yet Jesse remained as he was, rather symbolic of the danger and worries looming just behind the curtains.
Every one suffered their individual worries, though. Max, feeling as if he was responsible for the entire group - carried the heavy weight on his shoulders of worrying about when the next bomb would drop, figuratively.
Liz and Max were pretty happy together, but Liz worried about Maria. Liz feared that Michael was more distant to her best friend, that he didn't seem the same with her (although they were together), whether or not Maria saw it.
Maria felt it instinctively, as a woman does. But she didn't let that worry plague her very often, afterall SHE, herself, had Michael . . . didn't she?
Kyle worried about everything, but forefront in his mind was the knowledge that he rather had feelings for Victoria. And they were casually seeing each other - kind of.. Yet he felt as if, mostly, she held back a lot of herself.
Isabel worried about Jesse, of course - and Michael? Michael tried not to think about things. But the damned dreams would not leave him alone. And how was he suppose to react to seeing Victoria sitting there in class, when he longed to. What did he long to do? And he was worried about Kyle when he saw him and Victoria sitting together around school sometimes. No, that was lie to himself. He didn't. He kept remembering the sincerity he felt from Victoria when he asked her to swear. And he, too, remembered her walking out and saying, "have fun with Maria," like she didn't care. Wait . . .how could she not? When he secretly longed for her presence, like before, a connection they had - like kindred spirits. No one else came close to that. But that was a fact he loathed right now, he kept it under lock and key.
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Victoria's bedroom door was pulled open. She sat up straight in time to see Adam stride in. He had that look.
Adam pulled her from her seat. "I am disappointed in you, Victoria. Very. You have displeased me with your hesitation. Never before have you been so slack in your obedience!"
Victoria looked at him, she couldn't help but to. And she knew of what he spoke.
"You have been seducing the wrong one. The ex-sherriff of Roswell's son means nothing. He is not important. Michael Guerin is your focus." -Adam.
She looked down. She couldn't do it, not like that. She couldn't be with Michael like that. Preconcieved, a plan, treacherous. What did Adam have against Michael? She did not want to aide in some sort of trap for Michael.
"Michael. will not be harmed, will he?" -Victoria.
"Let's just put it this way," Adam said as he lifted her chin to look into his cold eyes. "If you don't find a way to do as I've ordered . . . he will cease to exist. Now I know you do not want that to occur.." He looked at her pointedly, "So. any objections?"
"No, Adam." -Victoria.
He released her chin and smiled, albeit with coldness lingering. "Good girl." He walked out of her room.
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---End of Chapter 24---