Title: The Blood Collector
Author: Vi0L3t3y3s
Email: HuNtReSs_PhOeNiX@HarryPotterNetwork.zzn.com
Summary: A mysterious man called The Blood Collector strikes fear into the hearts of those who are his victims.
Character Pairing: no couples, just random appearances of Max and Michael from Roswell.
Rated: PG-13
Completeness: One Shot; Chapter 2 of 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell, the WB and UPN did, plus Melinda Metz. If this sounds like something from a movie or book you seen, I did not try to steal it!
Author's Note: This is just a weird and utterly random dream I had back in late August of last year. I'm just writing the events as they had happened in my dream. Obviously, I keep tabs on my dreams. I always wanted to analyze them. Today, in Spainish, is where I got the cool idea to turn them into fanfictions! Neat, Huh? Please read and review, to let me know if this is good or bad fic. If you want to read more of my dreams, let me know in your reviews! (That, and if they rating needs changing.)
The Blood Collector
~Scene 2~
It's a perfect sunny day outside in Roswell, New Mexico. But, not so perfect for the two male teen occupants in the Crashdown Café, their so- called head quarters. They are sitting at their usual table near the back of the café. Since it's a Monday, there were bariely any costumers. Nearly empty you could say. Which made it all the better for Max Evans and Michael Guerin to read today newspaper article headlined "THE BLOOD COLLECTOR STRIKES FEAR."
Michael shifts in his seat across from Max. "So what to we do almighty one?"
"I really don't know," answered the latter. Max leaned back in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. He was uncomfortable, too. Just the other day, Max had received a strange phone call from the Blood Collector. It had, and still, disturbed him greatly of how the murderer knew who and what he was. All Max knew was that it wasn't a good sign. Plus, the stranger wanted to meet Michael and him for reasons that he didn't know why. * My mine is at a complete loss. * he sighed, rubbing his temples.
While a frustrated Max and annoyed Michael contemplated a plan to face off the mass killer, the latter was bustling about his mini lab in a dark room somewhere far from the Crashdown Café. (A/N: I didn't get to see what he looked like, so sorry that there is no description of him.) Taking a fresh vile from a nearby test tube rack, he added a new sample to his collection of blood. Grinning happily to himself, the Blood Collector looks greedily at his vast collection.
^.~
~Author's Note~
Sorry, that this chapter is short. This whole dream is short, so there isn't much detail to go into or add. I know the whole Roswell gang, except Max and Michael, weren't in it. I don't know why. At school maybe? The way the characters appear here is the way they were in the show.
^.~
Author: Vi0L3t3y3s
Email: HuNtReSs_PhOeNiX@HarryPotterNetwork.zzn.com
Summary: A mysterious man called The Blood Collector strikes fear into the hearts of those who are his victims.
Character Pairing: no couples, just random appearances of Max and Michael from Roswell.
Rated: PG-13
Completeness: One Shot; Chapter 2 of 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell, the WB and UPN did, plus Melinda Metz. If this sounds like something from a movie or book you seen, I did not try to steal it!
Author's Note: This is just a weird and utterly random dream I had back in late August of last year. I'm just writing the events as they had happened in my dream. Obviously, I keep tabs on my dreams. I always wanted to analyze them. Today, in Spainish, is where I got the cool idea to turn them into fanfictions! Neat, Huh? Please read and review, to let me know if this is good or bad fic. If you want to read more of my dreams, let me know in your reviews! (That, and if they rating needs changing.)
The Blood Collector
~Scene 2~
It's a perfect sunny day outside in Roswell, New Mexico. But, not so perfect for the two male teen occupants in the Crashdown Café, their so- called head quarters. They are sitting at their usual table near the back of the café. Since it's a Monday, there were bariely any costumers. Nearly empty you could say. Which made it all the better for Max Evans and Michael Guerin to read today newspaper article headlined "THE BLOOD COLLECTOR STRIKES FEAR."
Michael shifts in his seat across from Max. "So what to we do almighty one?"
"I really don't know," answered the latter. Max leaned back in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. He was uncomfortable, too. Just the other day, Max had received a strange phone call from the Blood Collector. It had, and still, disturbed him greatly of how the murderer knew who and what he was. All Max knew was that it wasn't a good sign. Plus, the stranger wanted to meet Michael and him for reasons that he didn't know why. * My mine is at a complete loss. * he sighed, rubbing his temples.
While a frustrated Max and annoyed Michael contemplated a plan to face off the mass killer, the latter was bustling about his mini lab in a dark room somewhere far from the Crashdown Café. (A/N: I didn't get to see what he looked like, so sorry that there is no description of him.) Taking a fresh vile from a nearby test tube rack, he added a new sample to his collection of blood. Grinning happily to himself, the Blood Collector looks greedily at his vast collection.
^.~
~Author's Note~
Sorry, that this chapter is short. This whole dream is short, so there isn't much detail to go into or add. I know the whole Roswell gang, except Max and Michael, weren't in it. I don't know why. At school maybe? The way the characters appear here is the way they were in the show.
^.~