Ahh, another chapter. This has been going surprisingly quickly for me (thank goodness). I have the next several chapters planned out and am pleased to report that in the true Roswell fashion, you will soon be getting some answers, in addition to more questions. To my readers and my reviewers, thank you, it's nice to know I'm not writing to a brick wall, even though brick walls can be quite the captive audience. Now I'm going to stop gushing and get a move on with the next chapter.
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Chapter 6:
Alex drifted into an uneasy sleep. His body seemed to know that some foreign conciousness was going to be visiting as soon as he being to dream and therefore was apprehensive.
Deep sleep did find Alex Whitman and along with it came the promised dreams.
Alex dreamt that he was in a large, white, empty space. He was standing there, inspecting his surroundings, when the scenery began to change. The space remained expansive and white, but things began to pop up inside it. A plush blue sofa, a Victorian style red velvet chair and a small brown Mahagony coffee table appeared out of nowhere.
Alex wasn't sure if these things were appearing because of his own subconscious or because of someone else's. In fact, Alex wasn't even sure if his subconscious was in control or not.
"Am I really dreaming?" Alex asked out loud, since he felt it would be foolish to think inside his own head.
"Well, in a way you are. But in the true psychiatric form of the word, you're not," spoke a feminine voice.
Startled, Alex turned to see the girl lounging in the red chair. She looked different, but this time she was familiar in her appearance. It was more than just the eyes, which as had become the custom, hadn't changed. This time, Alex could swear that he had seen the girl before.
"Have I seen you like this before?" Alex asked, "I mean you seem familiar."
"Of course I seem familiar. I chose this appearance on purpose, just so that I would seem familiar to you," she responded immediately.
"Really? I mean I kind of figured you could change your appearance at will, but what do you mean you chose this to seem familiar. Whom do you look like that I know?" Alex asked again.
"Why, I look like you," she answered.
Then it struck Alex what she had just said. She did in fact look like him. Not exactly, more like the girl version of him. She looked, as he would've expected his sister to look, if he had a sister.
Her hair was wavy; falling just past her shoulders, and was the same shade of brown as his. Her skin was the same fair white, and the smile she smiled was like his. He knew at an instant that more than just familiarity had prompted this choice.
"You do look like me. Not really me, more like my sister, if I had one."
"That was the intention."
"Why would you want to look like my sister? What does it have to do with why you've been coming to me?"
"Looking like your sister has everything to do with my visiting you."
"What is that supposed to mean? Why are you being so cryptic?"
"Alex, you have to understand. There is a reason I chose to come you and not the Antarian hybrids."
"What? How do you know about them?"
"That's just it, I know all about them. I know everything, Alex, and that is exactly why I chose to come to you."
"You know everything? How?"
"How I know will be explained later, but for now I have something far more important than the hybrids to tell you."
"What's more important than them?"
"You are more important than them."
While this was happening, Isabel, in her own room, had decided to play a little visit to the dreams of her favorite human. Little did she know or expect what she would find there.
"What? Are you telling me, that I am more important than the hybrid royal family of Antar?" Alex asked, disbelieving.
"Alex, you are more important than they will ever be," stated the girl, pleading with him to believe what she was saying.
Suddenly, the girl became very stiff, and turned her direction away from Alex, to tall, blonde haired hybrid beauty that had appeared just in time to hear Alex's and the girl's last statements.
"Vilandra, this does not concern, though I can't say that I am surprised to find you in Alex's mind. It has always been a hobby of yours," the words that the girl spoke may have been harsh, yet they were delivered in a sweet, knowing way. There was no cruelty or mocking behind them.
"What?" Isabel gasped at being spotted, this had never happened to her before. "How did you know that I was here? No one can ever tell that I am in their dreams."
"This isn't my dream, Vilandra. In fact, its not really a dream at all," answered the girl.
"Not a dream, than how am I here?" Isabel asked, startled by the news.
Alex just sat on the sofa, watching the interaction between the two women. He had chosen to sit down the instant that the girl had noticed Isabel.
"It's like a dream, but Alex's conscious mind is working in an environment created by his subconscious mind, Vilandra."
"Why do you keep calling me that?" Isabel asked, shivering at the thought of being referred to by the name of her supposedly traitorous former self.
"Its who you were, who you still are, even though you go by Isabel now," the girl said simply. Turning her attention back to Alex, she said. "Alex, it is important that you and I speak again. Outside of your dreamscape will be fine, I suppose. And you can bring the hybrids and the rest of your little human/alien group."
"Where are we going to meet? Tomorrow I don't have school, so we can meet anytime," Alex said.
"The best time shall be around 10 at night. I will let you chose the place, but make sure that it is some place secluded and not in town. Please don't make it in someone's house, that would be a dangerous thing to do," she responded.
Now addressing both teenagers, "Goodnight Alex, I'll let your subconscious take control now, so that you can get some real rest. Come along, Vilandra, let us leave the boy alone, you shall see him once the sun rises again," she spoke gently, reassuringly, like a parent to a child.
With that said, she strode over to Isabel and nodded meaningfully at her. Isabel smiled, waved, and mouthed the words "good night" to Alex, before leaving.
The girl turned to Alex and said in a very teenage way, "See ya soon," and disappeared.
With the girls gone from his mind, he began to drift into actual dreams with the knowledge that he would remember this all in the morning.
Phew, that was some work. Not that I didn't enjoy every minute of it. Well, as always, please review and thanks for reading/reviewing (even if you don't review). The next chapter should be up shortly. With all this extra time I currently have, I have to do something!
I thought that I would include some notes to all those who have reviewed this story ever, as a way to show my appreciation.
Trude: Thank you for reviewing. Some of your many questions and guesses will be answered and proven true or false in the upcoming chapters. You're right what is with Alex & girls visit his dreams? Maybe its a hot travel spot! You were my first reviewer and for that I will always be greatful!!! Thanks bunches and sry that I am being so cryptic. LOL What can I say? Its my nature! ;-)
jazzypunker, & NATZ2: Thanks for the praise! J It always helps! Especially when you are a beginning writer like me & i am going to continue!
Martyjeannine, Ria cola , & neonarniaguardian39: First of all, I'd like to say that you guys have such cool names, and admit that I agree that Alex is awesome. He was overlooked & I never felt that he deserved to be killed when he was! That's why I wrote a fic about him! Please keep reading & see what happens to Alex (its all good, I swear!)
Taranis: Thanks for the praise! It especially brightened my Christmas Eve! I hope the dreams meet your satisfaction!
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