Part 1
Roswell; 2000
Elizabeth Claudia Parker stares out the window, the rain cascades down pelting the restaurant glass, and drenching the occupants outside. Her throat closes painfully as she watches in stunned silence. Just moments ago he had told her that it was her that he wanted to be with.
Now he goes off and kisses that blonde bitch. Liz turns the lock, effectively locking the Crashdown doors. She shuffles slowly into the break room in a daze and changes out of her Crashdown uniform, surprisingly calm.
The emotions are hitting her heart like knives, stabbing at her and causing unbelievable pain, pain that she had never felt until that moment in time. Consumed with the overwhelming desire to run, she tries to fight it down but desire won out and she ran out of the Crashdown. Running as fast as she can down various alleyways and streets she finally stops.
Sinking down to her knees, the rain from the streets seeps into her pants soaking her jeans, while the rain still pouring from above covers the rest of her body in water. Her tears flooding out her eyes, but it's raining so hard she can't tell what are her tears and what's the rain.
Taking a few shuddered breaths she begins to calm down. Max isn't worth this, he isn't worth this. She continues to speak those words in her mind, maybe if she says it enough times she'll begin to believe it.
Rising off her knees she leans her heavy feeling body against the brick wall to her right. Breathing in and out is all that's keeping her from screaming out in anger and pain.
The cold rain continues to rush her in waves until she's forced to turn back to the Crashdown to get out of the rain. Turning around she begins her journey back to the restaurant. Almost immediately she feels like she's being watched, glancing around quickly she takes in her surroundings not sure whose watching her but knowing with every fiber of her being that someone is.
Casting quick looks around she tries to find the source of her unease, but found nothing. The rain doesn't let up and she knows that she can't stay out here for very much longer or she'll get sick.
Forgetting about the wariness she feels she runs back to the restaurant needing to get out of the pouring rain. Watching her as she runs back is the handsome creature that saw her for the first time six years ago. And like the last time she had felt his presence but couldn't find him.
Ever since he had seen her that night he had thought about her almost every second that he was awake. Not to mention she was still haunting his dreams only this time more so. He didn't know what it was about her but no matter how hard he tried she was always in his mind.
After he saw her he had taken it upon himself to keep an eye on her, find out why she was haunting him—and ok he admits it, he's attracted to her. Watching her grow up into the young woman she is now, made him realize that he's part of the reason why she's haunting him.
If he had just let her go on her way and not followed her home or continued to follow her years after he first saw her beautiful face, she wouldn't have been this big a part of his existence. After that night he had vowed to watch over her and protect her.
It was a nightly ritual for him, he would feed on a weak human, leave them there to die, and go to the nearest building to just sit and watch. When she was asleep he would jump onto her balcony with cat like stealth and protect her while she slept. At the times when she was having a nightmare he would sneak in through her window and soothe her tossing and turning body.
He had seen that incident with the dark haired boy and the blonde haired pixie, and how much Liz was hurt over it. The creature wanted to rip off both their heads, take the trophies back to his lair and set them on two pikes in his dining room.
That male that is called Max has hurt his Liz for the last time, he'll make sure of that. He won't kill the pathetic alien—but he just might torture him for a few hours—maybe longer depending on his mood.
Rushing through the pouring night Dracula sits on the edge of Liz's balcony waiting for her to come back into her room. He knows she will, tonight will be the night that he reveals himself to her. He's waited long enough, Liz needs him now and he's going to be there for her.
He doesn't have to wait for long, Liz walks in after about 5 minutes soaked from the pounding rain, looking forlorn like she doesn't understand how this could have happened to her. Not like he really does either, who would want to throw away what they had with her? Nobody in their right minds that's for sure.
Watching as she disrobes her soaked clothes he can't help but feeling the quickening in his blood as it rushes to a certain part of his anatomy. Dracula shakes his head the raindrops that had formed on his head sprayed out landing on the balcony with the rest of the cascading water. Here Liz is hurting and all he can think about is how sweet and delectable her lithe body is and how tight and warm he knows her passage will feel around his member.
Liz strips down to her thong underwear—he was surprised at her choice in underwear, a thong didn't seem like Liz's choice in undergarments. But that just goes to show you that you can't know about people. Even if it's something as simple as underwear selections.
She quickly takes off that last scrap of clothing revealing smooth shaved lips. All he wants to do now is lick that crevice and have her scream out his name in pleasure. He continues to watch as she walks over to her closet and takes out her bathrobe shrugging it on, hurrying over to her desk she picks up a hair tie and arranges her hair up in a ponytail.
As she puts her hair up she reveals her smooth and delicious looking neck; he can just imagine what her blood would taste like. Warm liquid sliding down his throat, the slight metallic taste that is in all humans red life force, but also a flavor that will be uniquely Liz. A tiny hint of vanilla from all that lotion that she uses, maybe even the sweetness of strawberries, he found that she tends to eat those a lot—especially when she nervous about something.
Dracula was so caught up in his fantasy of drinking her blood and changing her into a creature like himself that he didn't realize Liz had left the room. He only noticed when he heard the bath water splash hard in the porcelain tub that Jeff Parker had ordered for Liz because she loved it so.
Steam radiates out of the room from under the closed and locked door. Ever since this whole alien thing came out she's been locking her bathroom door; it's because she doesn't want anybody coming in and catching her at a moment that she would rather have kept private.
Deciding to leave her to her bath the vampire leaps off her balcony landing solidly on his feet as the rain is crushed beneath his boots. Sniffing the air he picks up Max Evans' scent hurdling himself through the pelting rain and wind he follows the scent to another one of the aliens homes. Michael he believed the alien's name was.
Quiet and swift he stalks to the window and watches as a very soaked Max talks to Michael who's eating what looks to be the human version of breakfast. Milk and dry food—yum, Dracula sneers in disgust at what humans—even half-breed human's put in their body.
The apartment is dark except for the small glow coming from the TV sitting on the counter is the only source of light in the tiny apartment. It would be difficult to see if his eyesight weren't so enhanced.
He listens as Max tells Michael what he had done with the blonde that had entered their close nit group, not too long ago. He hears Michael chew Max out for hurting Liz and he can't help but feel a little jealous that this boy alien human half-breed is able to defend Liz while he—at least for the moment can only watch and stew in his anger. However he is pleased that someone is looking out for Liz, lately no one seemed to be looking out for her.
Michael gets up and tells Max to leave his home but Max won't listen to him. A scuffle breaks out in the small apartment and there's some pushing and shoving until Max slams Michael into the fridge. You would think that Max wouldn't want to get into a fight with his friend and brother who just recently got out of an abusive home.
If only Liz had looked at the signs—what kind of a man would fight with the guy he felt was his brother that was in an abusive home most of his life. Another example was when Max had hit Michael for disobeying an order. He hated to admit it but Liz was blind when it came to Max—or at least she was until tonight. Maybe now she'll see Max for the man—he smirks at that word—the word boy seems more suitable for him that he really is.
Again he listens; the two are talking about a small camera that they had found while they fighting. Dracula figured that now would be a good time to leave. He wouldn't want to be discovered here and blasted by those alien powers. The powers wouldn't kill him but they would sure hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.
Thinking about Liz he figures that she has to be done with her bath by now or close to it. Vaulting up into the sky again he jumps quickly back to Liz's balcony, he hears the sloshing of the water as Liz moves around in it.
For years he debated about when and where he should make his presence known, finally he had decided that now was the time. Opening her window he glides in with all the grace of a jungle cat. Concentrating he dries his clothes in a matter of moments. Now all he can do is wait until Liz exits her bathroom and comes face to face with him.
TBC
