Story Title: Betrayal
Story Disclaimer: I don't own Zim, Dib, Gaz, or pretty much anything except the plot (Unless some filthy human stinky person thingy stole it from me!). Oh, and I got Riq.
Story Summary: It's been five years since Zim moved to Earth, the gang now in high school, and still he has not found a way to conquer it. Over the years, his mind has slowly developed into the human way. But when his heart follows towards someone among them...a human...how will Dib react? And who is this girl Dib has found that isn't so human after all? Zim/Gaz Dib/OC
Inspirational Music: Nothing! How about that?
Chapter Dedication: Flying metal child...because it was my first review for this story!
Riq's POV
Riq turned her head around quickly, facing towards the two shaking bushes that had been following her since she left the schoolyard. Frowning, she shook her head. How stupid were the humans now days? Next they'd be following her in some giant squirrel thing.
Shrugging it off, she continued walking along the sidewalk to her house, feeling her dark cloud above her following at a decently quick pace. It was about a foot away, and she could feel the lightning darting outward. Stupid mortals—they didn't suspect a thing! Well, except for that one. That Dib…
That's why when her and her parent's monthly feeding times came about, she was going to annihilate him. Just as long as Gaz didn't find out. After all, she seemed to deeply want the privilege of killing her own brother. And if she had him for a brother, she could hardly blame her.
Walking past the neighbor's house with rather ugly gnomes lined along the path, she frowned. That family--the one with the rather talkative dog--seemed to be rather distasteful. Honestly, who would pick a green house?
Shaking her head, she quickly surpassed the house before gloomily approaching her own home--two doors away from Zim's. Stepping up the small stoop, she felt her head dart towards a quick figure, flying past her right side. Frowning, she shrugged it off as a bat for the billowing, black 'wings'.
Entering her home, she glanced around for her parents with her usual impassive expression. Seeing her father immediately, she cringed. He was watching The Scary Monkey Show. Every night, it was the same thing. She was beginning to believe that the events on the rather dull show had happened to her, she knew it so well.
"Riq, go get me a bottle of goop, will ya?" her father asked melancholy, eyes still plastered to the glowing screen. He had a hand attop his rather large blood belly, remote in the other.
Giving a simple nod, Riq walked down the hall, past the bathroom where her mother Ahn was getting ready for the night. Stepping into the kitchen, she opened up the refrigerator. Reaching towards a bottle of goop--a rather strong alcoholic beverage--she heard a whirl of flapping wings from an open window above the sink. Head shooting from behind the refrigerator door, she frowned softly before walking towards the window. Hopping atop the sink ledge and glancing outside, she frowned as she noted the owl seated on a branch, staring blankly into her eyes.
"Stupid owl--" she began but was cut off as a figure came shooting through the window, knocking her onto the floor while the other howled in pain. "Filthy human! Why would you have something so hard sticking out by your window?" the voice cried in disgust.
"It's called a faucet, Zim. For being of higher intelligence, one would think you would know that," crowed the obvious pleasure of none other than Dib. He had entered right after the original alien.
Riq, however, stared with fiery eyes at them, a dead look on her face. "You broke my sink," was her only comment, causing the other two to look towards a now rather large geyser of water where the faucet had originally stoppered it.
"Uhh, we can fix that," Zim commented, watching as her front two teeth gleamed in the moonlight, eyes wide. Another flash of himself imploding came to mind and he gasped, cowering in fear.
As both Dib and Riq stared at him in obvious shock, Dib grinned before kicking a stream of freely flowing water at Zim's face, where he screamed, dropping to the floor and shrieking in pain.
When the pain slowly ended, he pounced on his feet, one contact swinging from his eye while he glared towards the laughing Dib. "Idiot human! You're supposed to be on my side!"
Dib frowned, as if trying to contemplate the situation, before shaking his head. "No. We were just supposed to work together, I wasn't supposed to agree with you. Or like you."
Seething now, teeth clenched, Zim growled light, straightening his wig that had gone askew and inserting his contact back in correctly. "Fine. Well, I don't like you either."
"Duh," was Dib's only comment before he screeched suddenly, eyes wide as his hair shot on end. Little blue streaks of electricity flared out from the tips of his hair and fingers while he shot up two feet.
Riq glared towards Zim, a wary eye still on Dib as her cloud retreated back to float atop of her. "Leave me alone. I am perfectly normal. Get out of my house," she instructed bluntly, eyes a dull yellow now as she glared towards them.
"Of course, right away. Come on, Dib!" Zim kicked his arch nemesis in the gut before racing towards the door--there was no way he was going through the water again. The house echoed out from the door slamming, causing Riq to flinch slightly out of anger while watching Dib slowly get up in jerky motions. He still seemed slightly immobile after the electrocution.
"Alright--you've got me. But I'll be back!" he declared, stepping towards the window. The moment his foot touched a puddle of water, however, he screamed in pain, the electric currents shooting through his body once more. When the bolts slowly started to die out and he managed to retreat away from the liquid, he glared at the unmoving vampire out of frustration. "I'm going to use the door."
As he wobbled slightly, struggling to make his way over towards the hallway that led to the front porch. Before he could reach the doorway, however, it was tossed over by a long, black haired woman with a white, billowing robe.
"Riq, what was all that screaming about? I thought you were breaking the one month rule--oh, sorry. I didn't know you had a friend over. Daq! Come here, meet Riq's new friend!"
Before she could get a response from her husband, though, she turned back towards Dib, who looked as thought he wanted to bolt at that exact moment. "Oh, dear. Come, come have breakfast with us. Dear me, how many of us are in this town?"
"Mom!" Riq suddenly shouted, eyes wide as she realized that her mother was completely blowing her cover. "I'm sure that Dib here doesn't want to talk about this right now."
Noticing Riq's discomfort at her mother's words, Dib began to realize a slight improvement in their plans. This woman--Ahn, he believed she had been called, by the looks of her and the picture that had been on his paranormal website--thought he was a vampire! This might actually work. "Not that many, as far as I know. If they're here, they're pretty well hidden."
"Well, in that case, come here! We've got clot stew this evening, it's an old family recipe. I'm sure you'll enjoy it," Ahn sapped, oblivious to her daughter's words or tone. A smile plastered on her face, she led the two into the kitchen.
While Riq sat as far from Dib as she could, glowering at the information her mother was feeding him, she shook her head. Her mother got so used to people, it was unbelievable. Unfortunately for her, however, she could have solved many problems if she had looked up to she the glowing red eyes in the window as they peered curiously into the room. And it would have made her job much easier
Glowering down at her plate of blood clots, shaking in anger as the storm above her intensified, she suddenly froze the moment she heard Dib beginning to talk to her mother. Watching as he poked the small clumps of arteries while obviously trying not to look at the pieces, he had his eyes glued to her mother. "So, how many other vampires do you know that have considered taking up residence here?" he questioned, eyebrow arched as he waited.
"Well, I'm not quite sure. We were sort of hoping to arrive here--you know, my husband's fame is far known. We wanted to get away from it all so here we are, hoping we don't have to go through much of the stalking as before."
"Oh yes, I know what you mean. My father, he's a scientist. I can't even have a chance in talking with him, not even when he's home. Most of the time he's in the lab--er, trying to get away from the sun. So, Riq here...how does she go to school during the sun?" he asked as quickly as he could, trying to get them to blurt out the answer.
It almost worked, and as Ahn began to to list of an explanation, Riq felt her eyes widen and shake her head before she lept onto the table. Pointing an accusing finger towards Dib, she growled as she turned towards her mother, shaking in rage. "See? I told you! He's human--why would he ask how I go out in the sun if he's one of us. He's in my class!"
"Er, well I...there's a perfectly good explanation for that!" Dib began, his eyes flickering around. "And that would be--"
"GLUE!" came an odd shriek from a window in the corner. All three pairs of eyes flew to the one who is belonged to, and they were all face to face with a slightly fried Zim. He was currently trying to pull himself over the ledge, one foot and both arms over before he sent his whole body over into the room with a scream. Composing himself, not noticing Riq's raised eyebrow as she awaited his explanation, she shook her head. "Glue?"
Watching as Zim cleared his throat and shook out his shirt, she waited as he turned his eyes back to face her. "Huh?"
"Glue. You screamed glue. What is with the glue?" she questioned, clenching her fists at her sides in wonder.
"Glue? What's this about glue?" Zim asked, and she groaned, baring her teeth at him.
"You said you use glue to go out in the sunlight."
"No I didn't," came the calm reply, emitting from the confused alien.
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't, tell her Dib, tell her I didn't."
"Ugh...but you did," Dib interrupted, a raised eyebrow perched on his own face. 'He really does have an attention disorder.'
"Well, what do you know you filthy hu--vampire stink?" Zim demanded of Dib before crossing his arms.
Riq raised her own eyebrow once more, a frown obvious as she looked curiously towards Zim. "If you're a vampire," she began, accusation evident in her voice, "why would you call yourself a filthy stink?"
"See? That's exactly what I've been trying to tell everyone!" Dib declared, eyes wide as he looked towards Riq as if she had blown the case wide open before he frowned. "Wait..."
Riq slapped her forehead, groaning as she watched the two make a mockery of her kind. "Get out of our house!" she screamed out in frustration, sick of the heinous mimicks they had made.
"Riq!" she heard her mother gasp, out of her daze of being cheerful. "You know that's no very nice."
Glowering, she shook her head before looking towards the others, the cloud forming above her head once more in anger. "Please," she muttered dangerously, a lightening bolt threateningly escaping the cloud.
Flying metal child- Thanks for your review! I'm trying my best to keep her from being a Mary-Sue, and I hope it works. I've been trying to plot a lot of her out. Well, I was against it at first, but I slowly started thinking about how 'Daq' and his bride 'Ahn' would still have fame, no matter how long it has been, and so the family is like some sort of posterized vampire icons...it would be like with the discovery of Bigfoot having a child and such, people make up things.
