Part 9
Zan ran quickly up the stairs quickly, the sound of Angel's terrified scream running in a constant loop in his head along with visions of what could be wrong, and a feeling of dread that he knew exactly what had happened. What he had known would happen the second he left Angel alone, what he had hoped he could avoid for as long as possible. Getting closer to where he needed to be, Zan threw opened the door to the room Angel had been sleeping in and looked around quickly. "Ann...Annie...ANGEL!" He yelled, dread setting over him as his worst fear was confirmed and his gaze traveled over the rumpled bed, the simple curtains blowing in front of the open window and finally settling on the crystal and note by the window. He stared at the items and then around the room again, ignoring the adults who had entered behind him.
"Zan..."
The sound of his true name caused Zan to break out of his shock and turn quickly to face the group of adults standing behind him, fear and anger evident on his face as he stared at them, before slowly turning away and walking over to where the note and crystal lay beneath the window. Kneeling down he slowly picked up the crystal and the note and began to read his grip on the crystal tightened as he felt his powers trying to escape with his emotions. Standing up he turned around and walked out of the room. Or tried to anyway...he was only a few steps away from the door when a strong hand gripped his shoulder. Struggling he tried to tear himself away to go after Angel, not noticing Mr. and Mrs. Parker leaving to call the sheriff to report the kidnapping.
"NO! Let me go...I have to go after them, She needs me...." He said his struggles and protests dying off as visions began to assault his mind. Images of Angel laying in the middle of a desert, flames around her small body, images of her battered and bruised body when he first met her, memories of the many times he had failed to protect her, and then he heard a voice in his head, a very familiar voice, his mother's voice...
*It's your fault Zan...you shouldn't have interfered...forget the girl...come home my son...Embrace your destiny. You know what you must do...*
Looking down at the crystal he saw it begin to glow and frowned as he felt his power beginning to grow and gather preparing to escape so he could go after Angel, even if it killed him or them in the process. Concentrating hard he began to reach out to the Adult's minds trying to keep from loosing control even as his worry and fear began to overtake him. Fairly certain his mind warp would hold on the adults he slowly walked towards the window and began to climb out to the balcony when he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
A mile away the man drove quickly through the streets of Roswell, his kidnap victim unconscious in the backseat. She looked so innocent; it was a shame that Lady Tess planned to execute her as soon as possible. Her beautiful dark hair and creamy skin even dressed in oversized clothing she looked like a doll, a pretty little doll. Maybe he could have some fun with her before he took her to his Lord and Lady. The man was so involved in his plans for the girl he did not notice as the girl begin to glow a light violet her injured form flickering and fading in and out, or see the large animal that darted into the road, not until it was too late....
She was dreaming again...it was the same dream again. She was standing in front of the Granolith, the difference this time was that the world around her seemed to be breaking. Long cracks appearing in the cave as the ground shook. Then as suddenly as it began it stopped and glowing symbols began to appear on the walls. Familiar symbols, one shaped almost like an eye, a divided rectangle, a handprint glowing silver and a grouping of stars in the shape of a "V", symbols she had seen before. As she gazed at the symbols they were replaced with visions then blackness as her world faded. A sharp pain ripping through her head.
Zan was staring at Liz when he felt it. The connection he shared with Angel breaking suddenly, the crystal in his hands glowing a deep crimson color as the pain of the connection's termination ripped through his head, weakening his hold on the adult's minds. A scream escaped him as a flash of a dark road and flames flashed through his mind before he collapsed.
The flames of the burning car impeded their attempts to find survivors. It took them awhile to find her. She had been thrown out of the car, but she seemed remarkably uninjured despite the flames that were flickering around her and her unconscious state. No one else was found around the burning car, but the police knew that she had not been the only one involved in the accident. They loaded her into an ambulance and began the journey to the hospital; unaware of the special nature of this particular child and the potential dangers she posed to the lives of several people.
Zan ran quickly up the stairs quickly, the sound of Angel's terrified scream running in a constant loop in his head along with visions of what could be wrong, and a feeling of dread that he knew exactly what had happened. What he had known would happen the second he left Angel alone, what he had hoped he could avoid for as long as possible. Getting closer to where he needed to be, Zan threw opened the door to the room Angel had been sleeping in and looked around quickly. "Ann...Annie...ANGEL!" He yelled, dread setting over him as his worst fear was confirmed and his gaze traveled over the rumpled bed, the simple curtains blowing in front of the open window and finally settling on the crystal and note by the window. He stared at the items and then around the room again, ignoring the adults who had entered behind him.
"Zan..."
The sound of his true name caused Zan to break out of his shock and turn quickly to face the group of adults standing behind him, fear and anger evident on his face as he stared at them, before slowly turning away and walking over to where the note and crystal lay beneath the window. Kneeling down he slowly picked up the crystal and the note and began to read his grip on the crystal tightened as he felt his powers trying to escape with his emotions. Standing up he turned around and walked out of the room. Or tried to anyway...he was only a few steps away from the door when a strong hand gripped his shoulder. Struggling he tried to tear himself away to go after Angel, not noticing Mr. and Mrs. Parker leaving to call the sheriff to report the kidnapping.
"NO! Let me go...I have to go after them, She needs me...." He said his struggles and protests dying off as visions began to assault his mind. Images of Angel laying in the middle of a desert, flames around her small body, images of her battered and bruised body when he first met her, memories of the many times he had failed to protect her, and then he heard a voice in his head, a very familiar voice, his mother's voice...
*It's your fault Zan...you shouldn't have interfered...forget the girl...come home my son...Embrace your destiny. You know what you must do...*
Looking down at the crystal he saw it begin to glow and frowned as he felt his power beginning to grow and gather preparing to escape so he could go after Angel, even if it killed him or them in the process. Concentrating hard he began to reach out to the Adult's minds trying to keep from loosing control even as his worry and fear began to overtake him. Fairly certain his mind warp would hold on the adults he slowly walked towards the window and began to climb out to the balcony when he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
A mile away the man drove quickly through the streets of Roswell, his kidnap victim unconscious in the backseat. She looked so innocent; it was a shame that Lady Tess planned to execute her as soon as possible. Her beautiful dark hair and creamy skin even dressed in oversized clothing she looked like a doll, a pretty little doll. Maybe he could have some fun with her before he took her to his Lord and Lady. The man was so involved in his plans for the girl he did not notice as the girl begin to glow a light violet her injured form flickering and fading in and out, or see the large animal that darted into the road, not until it was too late....
She was dreaming again...it was the same dream again. She was standing in front of the Granolith, the difference this time was that the world around her seemed to be breaking. Long cracks appearing in the cave as the ground shook. Then as suddenly as it began it stopped and glowing symbols began to appear on the walls. Familiar symbols, one shaped almost like an eye, a divided rectangle, a handprint glowing silver and a grouping of stars in the shape of a "V", symbols she had seen before. As she gazed at the symbols they were replaced with visions then blackness as her world faded. A sharp pain ripping through her head.
Zan was staring at Liz when he felt it. The connection he shared with Angel breaking suddenly, the crystal in his hands glowing a deep crimson color as the pain of the connection's termination ripped through his head, weakening his hold on the adult's minds. A scream escaped him as a flash of a dark road and flames flashed through his mind before he collapsed.
The flames of the burning car impeded their attempts to find survivors. It took them awhile to find her. She had been thrown out of the car, but she seemed remarkably uninjured despite the flames that were flickering around her and her unconscious state. No one else was found around the burning car, but the police knew that she had not been the only one involved in the accident. They loaded her into an ambulance and began the journey to the hospital; unaware of the special nature of this particular child and the potential dangers she posed to the lives of several people.