Liz POV
As I walked into the modest bathroom, I locked the door behind me. For what was about to happen next, I needed absolute privacy. It would not be good if Maria or Alex were to walk in.
*Aaahhh, there it is again.*
I felt the throbbing pain in my neck intensify then stop abruptly.
"Lizzie..."
*Fuck!*
"Lizzie..."
I turned my head trying to find the source of the voice, which was ridiculous since it was inside my head. But when my eyes came in contact with the mirror, I cursed.
"Fuck Zan, what'd ya do that for?"
"Well, 'ello ta you too Liz. Ain't ya happy to see me."
"Afta ya nearly made my 'ead explode, I don't think so."
"Sorry babe, it was neccessary."
"Neccesary, my ass! What do ya want?"
"I been hearin' things Liz, disturbin' things."
"Yeah?" I was suddenly very nervous, when Zan starts hearing things, it's never good.
"Yeah. I heard youse been shackin' up wit Rath's dupe."
"Where'd ya hear dat?"
"Does it matta?"
"Just wonderin'"
"Who do ya think?"
"Tess..."
"Ya got it. so what's up wid dat? Youse supposed ta be findin' the Granolith, not makin' friends. Or did ya just get horny?"
"I'm 'sposed ta be infiltratin' the group, right? I had ta get them ta trust me first."
"Aiight. So, did ya find out where da Granolith is?"
"Not yet."
"Well hurry up. Da summit is next week."
"I know. They don't trust me yet."
~Knock. Knock.~
"What da fuck. What's dat?"
"One sec."
I opened the door a crack and was met with the faces of Maria and Alex.
"Hey Liz, we didn't mean to bother you, but you've been in there a long time, and your ice cream melted, and we were just wondering if you were alright."
"Yeah I'm fine, I jus' got fem'nine problems."
"O, okay."
Alex walked away and I breathed a sigh of relief. However, maria was still hovering.
"O, poor chica. Do you have cramps? There are some tampons under the sink and midol in the cabinet."
"Thanx Maria."
I closed the door and nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the voice of that bastard, Zan.
"Yo, who was dat?"
"Nobody. They's just friends."
"Friends. Since when 'a you got friends? Look a' this place, it's practically posh! Ya don't belong heah, wit them. Youse special, mine. When dis is all ovah, youse goin' back to da sewers. Youse filth, yo own mama didn't want ya. And I know ya. Y aprolly think they like ya. That yer friends. But ya nothin'. When dey find out who ya really are, why yer heah, they'll hate ya."
I tried not to listen to his words, but they sunk in. I felt the truth of my existence, I was worthless. I have nothing.
"Aaaahhh, don't think like dat, Liz. Ya gots me. 'Memba, youse balong ta me."
As if to prove his point, he made the mark on my neck burn. So much so I fell to my knees. I was made incapable of rational thought, and could only concentrate on the stinging, blinding pain.
I got up to check the mirror, to see if the mark was actually on fire like it felt.
"Ya see, Liz. I own ya. If I can do dat from across da country, imagine what I can do once ya get back."
"I know what ya can do. I've seen it. Ya did this ta me. You branded me, I gotta do what ya say, my King." I spit out venomously. I then felt a caress on my neck, as if he were stoking me.
"Tha's right, and don't ya ferget it. Find da Granolith."
With that, he dissapeared as did the feeling on my neck. I still involuntarily shivered at the disgusting contact. I sat on the toilet, pondering the situation. I hate Zan, with a burning passion. But he's all I've got. I have no one else. He wants the Granolith, and I know where it is. I can't let him know where it is. I don't even have to tell him, he could mind rape me. I can't let that happen. If he finds the location of the granolith then the others will be obselete. Michael... I can't let that happen. I've got to get out of here. If aliens in Roswell are the only ones who know the location of the Granolith, then they're safe. I have to get out of here. I can't let them hurt Michael.
I rushed out of the bathroom, and ran fro the door. Maria saw my mad dash for the door and asked where I was going. I had no time to answer. Zan knew exactly where I was. If he knew about maria and Alex, he'd kill them too. I have to keep them safe. I have to get out of Roswell. As I flew down the porch steps I called out "bye guys, thanx for everythin'."
As I walked into the modest bathroom, I locked the door behind me. For what was about to happen next, I needed absolute privacy. It would not be good if Maria or Alex were to walk in.
*Aaahhh, there it is again.*
I felt the throbbing pain in my neck intensify then stop abruptly.
"Lizzie..."
*Fuck!*
"Lizzie..."
I turned my head trying to find the source of the voice, which was ridiculous since it was inside my head. But when my eyes came in contact with the mirror, I cursed.
"Fuck Zan, what'd ya do that for?"
"Well, 'ello ta you too Liz. Ain't ya happy to see me."
"Afta ya nearly made my 'ead explode, I don't think so."
"Sorry babe, it was neccessary."
"Neccesary, my ass! What do ya want?"
"I been hearin' things Liz, disturbin' things."
"Yeah?" I was suddenly very nervous, when Zan starts hearing things, it's never good.
"Yeah. I heard youse been shackin' up wit Rath's dupe."
"Where'd ya hear dat?"
"Does it matta?"
"Just wonderin'"
"Who do ya think?"
"Tess..."
"Ya got it. so what's up wid dat? Youse supposed ta be findin' the Granolith, not makin' friends. Or did ya just get horny?"
"I'm 'sposed ta be infiltratin' the group, right? I had ta get them ta trust me first."
"Aiight. So, did ya find out where da Granolith is?"
"Not yet."
"Well hurry up. Da summit is next week."
"I know. They don't trust me yet."
~Knock. Knock.~
"What da fuck. What's dat?"
"One sec."
I opened the door a crack and was met with the faces of Maria and Alex.
"Hey Liz, we didn't mean to bother you, but you've been in there a long time, and your ice cream melted, and we were just wondering if you were alright."
"Yeah I'm fine, I jus' got fem'nine problems."
"O, okay."
Alex walked away and I breathed a sigh of relief. However, maria was still hovering.
"O, poor chica. Do you have cramps? There are some tampons under the sink and midol in the cabinet."
"Thanx Maria."
I closed the door and nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the voice of that bastard, Zan.
"Yo, who was dat?"
"Nobody. They's just friends."
"Friends. Since when 'a you got friends? Look a' this place, it's practically posh! Ya don't belong heah, wit them. Youse special, mine. When dis is all ovah, youse goin' back to da sewers. Youse filth, yo own mama didn't want ya. And I know ya. Y aprolly think they like ya. That yer friends. But ya nothin'. When dey find out who ya really are, why yer heah, they'll hate ya."
I tried not to listen to his words, but they sunk in. I felt the truth of my existence, I was worthless. I have nothing.
"Aaaahhh, don't think like dat, Liz. Ya gots me. 'Memba, youse balong ta me."
As if to prove his point, he made the mark on my neck burn. So much so I fell to my knees. I was made incapable of rational thought, and could only concentrate on the stinging, blinding pain.
I got up to check the mirror, to see if the mark was actually on fire like it felt.
"Ya see, Liz. I own ya. If I can do dat from across da country, imagine what I can do once ya get back."
"I know what ya can do. I've seen it. Ya did this ta me. You branded me, I gotta do what ya say, my King." I spit out venomously. I then felt a caress on my neck, as if he were stoking me.
"Tha's right, and don't ya ferget it. Find da Granolith."
With that, he dissapeared as did the feeling on my neck. I still involuntarily shivered at the disgusting contact. I sat on the toilet, pondering the situation. I hate Zan, with a burning passion. But he's all I've got. I have no one else. He wants the Granolith, and I know where it is. I can't let him know where it is. I don't even have to tell him, he could mind rape me. I can't let that happen. If he finds the location of the granolith then the others will be obselete. Michael... I can't let that happen. I've got to get out of here. If aliens in Roswell are the only ones who know the location of the Granolith, then they're safe. I have to get out of here. I can't let them hurt Michael.
I rushed out of the bathroom, and ran fro the door. Maria saw my mad dash for the door and asked where I was going. I had no time to answer. Zan knew exactly where I was. If he knew about maria and Alex, he'd kill them too. I have to keep them safe. I have to get out of Roswell. As I flew down the porch steps I called out "bye guys, thanx for everythin'."