Heaven and Hell

Author: StormyBear…aka Donna
Rating: R for language…working up to NC-17 for sexual content later.
Summary: Maxwell (Max) and Alexander (Zan) Evans are twin brothers growing up in Roswell New Mexico. Max is every parents dream child…and they make a point to lavish all the love and attention they can on him. Zan…is a troubled youth…even at a young age he likes to have fun and will do what ever he has to have it. Zan’s parents don’t know how to handle their wild child…afraid of the damage it could do to Mr. Evan’s budding political career…they send him to a home for troubled children. Years later Zan is back in Roswell…looking for revenge...and then he finds her.



“MAX…PLEASE DON’T LET THEM DO THIS TO ME” Zan screamed as two men dragged him kicking and screaming into the dark night. He had no idea who these men were or why it was that they were kidnapping him in the middle of the night, while Max his twin looked on from the downstairs hallway. “MAX…HELP ME…PLEASE BROTHER…HELP ME….MAAAAAAAAX”

“EVAN’S…wake your fuckin ass up. You’re screaming in your fuckin sleep again”

Slowly Zan opened his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the dark cell like room that he had called home for the last eight years. It was always the same, night after night he would have the same nightmare. The one where they took him from his bed as he slept, the one where they dragged him through his home, tossing him into a waiting van. The same one where is brother, his blood, his twin watched huddled under a table in the main hallway, allowing perfect strangers to kidnap him. The same one where they took him from his home, took him from the only life he had ever known, took him from his family, took him from his brother, without so much as a word or warning to alert his sleeping parents.

He could remember every square inch of the van, as it whisked him away from life in Roswell, and into a new life very different from what he had ever known. He could still smell the musty odor that invaded his nostrils as he sat in the corner of the speeding van, crying for the comfort of his twin’s arms. They may have been different as night and day, but Zan loved his brother more then life itself. He could still remember the way that his parents would describe the two boys whenever they were being introduced. His parents thought it was funny and laughed about it hysterically, but for Zan it was a description that only continued to broadened the gap between him and his parents, until it was so large that nothing would ever be able to bridge it. “Hello…Mr. and Mrs. So and So…we would like to introduce you to our twin sons…Maxwell and Alexander. Max is our little piece of heaven and Zan our little piece of hell”

It had been eight long years since that night, and Zan’s once normal childhood had been ripped apart and replaced with nothing but torture, loneliness and pain.

Zan didn’t know how long he had been asleep, the next thing he knew the doors to the van were being flung open and before he could utter a word or put up much of a struggle he was yanked from the van, his body harshly slammed onto a waiting gurney as the two men that had kidnapped him strapped him down to it. “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME…WHY…I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING….WHY…”

“Shuts the @#%$ up kid” one of the men screamed, placing his hand over Zan’s open mouth, stifling his terrified screams. “Heres a nickels worths of free advice for yous during your stays here. Keeps your fuckin mouths shut ands your nose cleans and yous won’t haves any trouble. Gots that…I SAID GOTS THAT”

Zan could only nod hurriedly at the stranger in front of him, a stranger with an accent unlike any he had ever heard. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt that he could trust this stranger, there was something that told him he was trustworthy as he stared into his hard blue eyes, eyes that spoke volumes, eyes that told Zan that the words that the man spoke to him were true. “Smart move kid…just listen to whats they says…do whats they wants you to do…and yous will be outs of here soon enoughs” He wasn’t aware of it then, but this man was going to eventually become his friend, this man was going to eventually become his savior.


Chapter Two

His first couple of years in the home for troubled youths was spent waiting, waiting for the day that his parents would rescue him from hell, AND was reunited with his brother. Waiting for the day when he could forget about all that had transpired, move back to Roswell and restore his once semi-normal life. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, months into years. Each day was spent thinking of the only person that really meant anything to him, the one person that he was closest to, his twin Max. In the beginning he would often think of happier times, Ski trips spent at the families winter home in Aspen, their days filled with everything from skiing to snowball fighting, to meeting all kinds of famous and exotic people. Summers for the Evans clan were spent in the Keys, where surfing and sailing were always the daily highlight. But most important to Zan were the times the two brothers spent together. Evenings, (after his parents pushed them off to bed, allowing them to attend another party, another chance to smooze with someone that was of importance to their fathers political career) were special times for, those were times, Zan and Max spent sharing each others deepest secrets, wishes and dreams for the future.

Max wanted to follow in his father's political footsteps. He loved the limelight, the attention, loved the idea of being in charge of the fates of thousands. He had always been the ambitious one and their father would make it a point to tell Max how proud he was of his prodigal son. Zan on the other hand had less ambitious plans for the future. Politics held no interest for him. In fact politics bored him. More times than he cared to think about, Zan watched his father kiss up to anyone he felt could further his political aspirations, watched him change into a different person every time he met these people and it sickened him. Zan's future was the complete opposite of Max's. His dream was to own his own place, where he could indulge his obsession by working on the one thing that meant almost as much to him as his brother. A place where he built and sold custom made motorcycles. The first and only time Zan spoken to his father of his dream; he had been told that no son of Phillip Evans was going to build motorcycles for a living. His father then ordered him to, think about what was most important in life, (i.e. wealth and social standing), banish his dreams and sent him to his room. Zan had been heartbroken that his father dismissed his dream so easily, and from that time only shared his innermost thoughts and dreams with Max.

Two years passed and his once happy thoughts of his brother and family had changed. Now his thoughts centered on revenge. He had discovered the dirty secret about his family, the real reason for his abduction, the nasty truth about his brother. Zan was devastated when he found out, but with the help of the mysterious kidnapper he learned to move past his pain. The next six years were spent growing bitter with each passing day, spent planning his ultimate revenge on the family that abandoned him at such a young age, spent learning as much as he could about her former family.

Growing up in The Banfield Home for Troubled Youths had been a nightmare for Zan in the beginning. From the first day that he entered the home he had been labeled Guppy. It was a name that was given to every new comer brought into the hellish halls of Banfield, a name that brought all that were branded with it nothing but torture, taunting and pain. Zan was no exception. Daily he was ridiculed pushed around, and in some cases even beaten by the other boys. Evenings were spent soaking his pillow with tears of pain and frustration, as he cried himself to sleep.

Life was torturous and on more then one occasion he thought about ways to end his torment, effectively putting an end to his pain. Even at a young age, he knew of many ways to end ones life. It was a regular occurrence at Banfield. He had seen it with his own eyes as time after time Guppies were brought in one day and taken out the next, some breathing, others not. A year and eight months after his entrance into the home, Zan's roommate took his life in the dark of the night. Zan was the one to find him, he laying in a pool of blood, both wrists slit open with a makeshift knife that was still clutched in his dead hands. The sight was enough to rid him of his suicidal thoughts, compelling enough to make him see life was worth living even if he was trapped inside a prison. It was time to make a change and he knew exactly how to do it, by taking the advice that the blue-eyed kidnapper had given him so long ago.




It was a long and tedious endeavor, but eventually he learned the ropes, took the lessons he learned from his father and kissed the ass of the right people, working his way up the Association (as the cast system that was established inside the halls of Banfield was called). He had done it all, done everything he was told to do by the higher ups. If they asked him to jump, he didn't hesitate to ask how high; if they asked him to beat a Guppy within inches of his life for whatever reason, he did it without question. Day after day he did whatever necessary to ensure his survival, eventually becoming the head of the Association. Now he was the one running the place, the one giving the orders, the one that everyone feared and pretended to have respect for. He knew eventually his actions would come back to haunt him, but that was something he would worry about when the time came. All that mattered to him was living long enough to make his eighteenth birthday. Then he would legally be free of Banfield and could put his plans of revenge into motion.

Who ever coined the phrase "It's always lonely at the top" knew exactly what they were talking about as Zan learned early on in his rulings. He was the man, the one that everyone feared and respected, he had people around him always and yet he felt nothing but emptiness inside. He didn't trust these boys as far and he could throw them. He knew there was another out there like him, willing to do anything necessary to make it to the top, not caring who they had to hurt, or maybe even kill in the process. He constantly had his guard up. The one good thing about being the king was he developed a close relationship with the mysterious man that had kidnapped him a long time ago.

Mr. DeLuca, or Big Sean as he liked to be called, had once been a Guppy at Banfield. He had been deserted and forgotten by his family like most of the residents there. He, like Zan, had started at the bottom, working his way up till he was the king of the roost. He had seen it all and learned at a young age what was expected in order to survive. He had taken a liking to Zan the first time he had met him those many years ago and made the decision to take him under his wing, to show him the ropes to ensure his survival. Maybe he was doing it for Zan's sake or maybe it was to alleviate his own guilty conscience, he never really knew. He just knew he was determined this one was not going to fall through the cracks and become one of the hundreds of low-lives released from Banfield that now haunted the streets. Zan had become the son he never had, and he was determined to make sure Zan had a good life once he was released.

He knew of his obsession with motorcycles, and would bring him magazines, books and manuals for him to study. Once he was established as the king of Banfield, he had more freedom and was allowed to leave the grounds for hours at a time. Sean arranged for Zan to visit motorcycle shops and garages, arranged for him to be trained by the best of the best, and before he knew it, Zan actually knew more then most of the so-called experts. He could rip apart an old motorcycle and rebuild it so it didn't even look like the same bike, running even better then even thought possible. Saying Sean was proud of Zan was an understatement. He had a bright future ahead of him, and nothing was going to get in his way. He was going to make sure of that as his eighteenth birthday quickly approached. He already had an apartment picked out for him; he had been scouting places for Zan to open his specialty shop and had even enrolled him in night school where he could earn his GED. Yes, life was going to be good for Zan, even if Sean had to kill him to assure this happened.


Weeks before his impending release, Zan confided in him his plans for revenge against his family; Sean was outraged and proceeded to let it be known by slamming a stunned Zan into a wall. He couldn't fathom Zan's willingness to possibly lose the precious freedom he had fought for all those years. He tried to explain that his life was more important then extracting revenge on a family that never really loved him, but one thing about Zan was he was stubborn and when he had something in his head there was no changing it. Sean couldn't blame him for wanting to hurt the ones that had scared his heart for life, he was partly to blame for his plot of revenge and he knew it. It was he that had kept him informed of the life and times of the Evans family, it was he that brought in the newspaper, magazine and news reports showing the happy family as they lived their happy carefree lives from day to day, always smiling, always laughing, without the forgotten member of their family. Without Zan.


Chapter Three

Zan could still remember the pain that crushed his heart the first time Big Sean had brought in news of his family. He had spent the first couple of years longing for the day they would rescue him from hell, but that all stopped after reading the newspaper article dedicated to him, read the obituary with his name on it.

Zan pulled out the wrinkled, yellowed pages from their hiding place in his drawer. It was something he did on a regular basis. By now he had every word, …every lie, memorized. With every glance at the pages, he was reminded of how little his so-called family really cared for him. But worse then the printed reminder of his family's betrayal was the video. The video that showed Zan that the one person who should have mourned for him the most, was no better than his parents.

People Magazine
July 1991

Alexander William Evans, known as Zan to friends and family, passed away in the wee hours of night as his family slept on the yacht they were sailing on. According to Zan's father, the Mayor of Roswell and political hopeful Phillips Evans, neither he nor his mother had any idea their son was not sleeping soundly in his bed on that horrible night. Mayor Evans recalls tucking Zan and his twin brother Maxwell into their beds before heading off to bed himself. His disappearance was not noticed until he did not show up for breakfast with the family that morning. An extensive search was performed for two weeks before the rescue effort was given up. The family will now take some time to grieve before Mayor Evans resumes his campaign for a senatorial seat.

Roswell Times
Obituary
July 1991

Alexander William Evan's passed into god's good graces on July 15th. He is survived by his loving parents Phillip and Diane Evan's and his twin brother Maxwell Evan's. In leau of a funeral a memorial service will be held at the families home on July 20th.

Roswell Local TV coverage of the funeral
July 1991

Local Roswellian and Mayor of our town Phillip Evans lay to rest his ten-year-old son Alexander William Evans. Alexander, or Zan as he was called by all who knew him, was a typical ten year old, who along with his twin attended Roswell Middle School, and one day had hopes of following in his fathers political footstep. Zans body was never recovered from the waters off of the Florida Keys were he was vacationing with his family. Not much is really known about the disappearance of the boy, since only the family was present on board and they were asleep below. According to Mayor Evans, Zan was constantly doing things he shouldn't be doing and had even been experimenting with drugs. Evan's explains that the very day of the accident he suspected that Zan was using drugs and this may have had something to do with the accident. A memorial service is being held in his honor this afternoon at his parents home.

"Good afternoon everyone, my family and I would like to thank you all for coming to what is the saddest day of our lives. I don't think anyone can imagine the pain and sorrow we are going through right now as we grieve for the loss of our son Alexander. Again I want to thank you for coming and just know that all of you that are here are bringing us comfort in our time of need. I will be taking some time off to grieve with my family, but be assured that I will be back to run this town the way that it should be run and to begin my campaign for the senate. Now my son Maxwell will get up and say a few words about his lost brother"

Zan couldn't stop the tears of anger and pain from filling his eyes as he listened to his father's speech. But what he felt after watching his father's lack of any real emotion was nothing compared to the pain he felt as his heart shattered into a thousand pieces listening to the words his twin spoke.

"Good afternoon everyone, as my father stated before my family and I would like to thank you all for coming and for all your love and support during this our time of loss. Zan and I were very close. We shared everything…our hopes…our dreams. We both wanted to be like our father…it was Zan's dream to someday become the Mayor of Roswell…just like our father. I have to admit that I am a little angry with my brother for leaving us the way he did. It was a stupid way to die…if only he had listened to my father…if only he had stayed away from drugs. I don't know why he felt the need to start using them. We have always been a tight knit family…we could have helped him if only he would have asked us for it. But it is too late for that…and it is time to move on…time to move past the hurt and misunderstanding and start life again. But I want him to know that wherever he is…I miss him and I love him. Thank you"

Zan couldn't believe the words that flowed from his twin's mouth, words with only a shred of truth to them, words that tore at his heart as each one was spoken. Yes, it was true that Zan had started experimenting with drugs at a young age and it was also true he had been busted. It had only been a few times and not only had he wanted to get help. He had asked his supposedly loving family to help him only to be told to stop acting like a child and if this little ploy to get attention got out to the media it would be the end of his father's career. His father couldn't even be bothered to hand out the punishment that he received after he poured his heart out to his family. Instead he had Zan and Max's strict nanny administer the whipping, while Max was taken to Disney Land by their parents for a weekend of fun.

Zan had spent the whole weekend scared and alone. His father had sent the staff home, for the weekend and the nanny had left shortly there after. "This is what happens to evil little boys that do bad things to their family…they end up all alone with no one to take care of them. See how well you do by yourself…with no one else to clean up after your messes. Maybe this will teach you to stop being an evil child and be more like your brother Maxwell. I can't even believe that the two of you are related…much less twins," she growled at him, grabbing him by the front of his shirt, lifting him off the ground. Zan found he could not breath as she continued to scream at him and found the more he struggled the tighter her grip got, and soon he was on the brink of unconsciousness. "You listen to me you little bastard…and you listen to me good. Your father is a good man…he has done a lot for Roswell and he will be a damn good senator. So…don't you go @#%$ that up for him…you hear me"

Unable to breath, much less utter a word, Zan could only nod. The nanny let go of his shirt and dropped him roughly to the hard floor. He watched, gasping for breath, as the nanny gathered her belongings and headed towards the front door. Once he was able to breath somewhat normally, Zan ran after the nanny, latching onto her leg as he begged her to stay. "Please Nanny Young…please stay with me. I promise to me a good boy…I promise," he cried in fear, gripping her leg as if his life depended on it.

"I don't have time for this you little bastard" she screamed, back handing Zan across the face knocking him to the hard ground yet again. "I have to get on a plane to Disneyland so I can take care of the good son"

Memories of that day continued to wash over him. Memories that were more like nightmares, that brought with them such intense emotion that you would think they had happened recently. Not eight years ago. Zan was so distressed by the memories running through his mind that he didn't even realize he was clutching the remote for the VCR so tightly it shattered in his hands. He was so caught up in the tide of emotions he didn't feel the pain, or the blood pouring down his hand and onto the floor until he felt Sean shaking him.

"WHAT DA FUCKS YA DOING" he screamed, running up to Zan, wrapping his bleeding hand in a dirty towel he found on the floor. Moving Zan towards the bed, he noticed the various news articles spread out along the dirty blanket that covered the it. Grabbing the articles, he crumpled them into one huge ball, shoving them in front of Zan's face. "IS YA @#%$ CRAZY…WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS TO YOURSELF…. WHY. THEY AIN'T LOVES YOU…WE KNOWS THAT…BUT ITS TIMES TO GETS OVER IT. I AIN'T GONNA LETS YOU KEEPS DOING THIS TO YOURSELFS. YOU GOTS TWO MORE WEEKS IN THIS HELLS HOLE AND THENS YOU IS FREE. I AIN'T SPENT ALL THIS TIMES LEARNING YOU @#%$ FOR YOUS TO JUST FUCKS IT UP…. YOU GOTS THAT. YOU GOTS YOUR OWNS PLACE…YOUR OWNS BIKE SHOPS…YOU GOTS A CHANCE ATS A NEW LIFE…ITS TIMES TO FORGET THIS @#%$ AND MOVES INTO THE FUTURE. FINDS YOU A GIRL…GETS MARRIED…HAVES A GOOD LIVES. ONES BETTER THENS THE ONES I GAVES YOU"

Zan was unable to speak as he listened to the words that Big Sean spoke. He never could understand why out of all the boys in the home, he was the only one Sean ever spoke to. He had taught him the ropes, had pulled him out of trouble on more then one occasion. Sean had been a shoulder to cry on when needed and never once did he ask for anything in return. The tears continued to roll down his face as once again he laid his head on Sean's shoulders and allowed the sobs that were lingering to take over his body.

"Thank you" Zan sobbed into his saturated shirt. "Thank you for everything you have done for me"

"No" Sean whispered into his hair, pulling him tighter into his embrace. "Thanks you…thanks you fors allowing me's the privilege of helping yous grow up…thanks you for forgiving me's for what I dids to you. You is gonna be a great mans…I knows you is."

"Forgive you" Zan questioned, pulling away to look into Sean's equally tear stained face. " Forgiving you for doing what my parents paid you to do? Forgiving you taking me under your wing, showing me how to survive in this hell hole? Forgiving you showing me there are people who love me, for being the father that I never really had? What exactly am I supposed to forgive you for. The way I see it I have only to thank you for believing in me when no one…not even my own family would. But…you know that I have to do this. You know that I can't start my future…until I confront my past. Tell me that you can understand that"

"I understand" he replied quietly, wiping the tears from his blue eyes. "Lets get yous to the infirmary and gets that hand sewed ups"

"I love you Sean…I meant what I said to you before…your the father I wish that my real father could have been.

"Ok…we can stops withs the mushy shits" Sean stated roughly as a fresh round of tears glittered in his eyes. He threw his arm around Zan's shoulder and lead him towards the infirmary.


Chapter Four

The last two weeks at Banfield actually moved extremely fast and before Zan knew it the day he had longed for had arrived. There was no grand goodbyes, no going away parties, no “take care and good luck” all he got was a manila envelope thrown at him with a grunt as he signed the necessary papers for his release. “@#%$ you very much” Zan growled at the security guard as he caught the envelope tossing it in his knapsack as he exited through the doors of Banfield home for troubled youths for the finial time.

He couldn’t believe that it was finally over, that he was free of the hell that had been his life for the last eight years that he could now extract the revenge on his family that he had been planning for so very long. He had re-watched the video, re-read the articles including the newest addition to his collection. An article that caused such intense feelings in Zan, feelings that he had never felt before, feelings that pissed him off each time that he felt them, feelings of jealously. But he didn’t have time to think about that now, he had a job to do and nothing, not even these feelings were going to get in his way.

“Welcomes to your new founds freedom.” Sean yelled happily, waiving his hands in a grand gesture as Zan exited the building, stepping aside from where he stood to reveal a brand new bike. This wasn’t just any bike though, this was the bike that Zan had been drooling over for the past few months, this was the bike that had his name on it, this was the bike that was made for him and only him. “Your chariot awaits my lord”

“Sean” Zan says, as reality comes back into play. “I…I can’t accept this. I…”

“Saves it” he replied, clasping his arm around Zan’s neck, forcing him towards his dream bike. “You has been dreaming abouts this bike since the first times you laid eyes ons her. I figures you can soups her up the ways that you like hers to be and make her mores to your likings”

“Sean…I…I…I…”

“Saves it…I saids. We gots a lots to do befores you leaves for Roswell and I still needs to show you somethings…come on gives this old mans a lift befores I die from old age in this damn heats”

Zan ran his hands along the gleaming silver body of his Triumph motorcycle, caressing it as if it were a baby, his baby. Slowly he slung his leg over the supply leather seat, loving the way that it felt between his legs. He had never been in love before, but he knew that what he was feeling at that very moment had to be love and if it wasn’t it had to be a very close second. With nervous finger he started his new love, and felt the vibrations course through him as she roared to life, a smile crossing his face as he revved the engine, signaling for Sean to get on. “Hop on” Zan yelled happily over the roar of the engine.

Watching the way that Zan lovingly touched his new present, brought tears to Sean’s eyes. He couldn’t remember a time since Zan had arrived at Banfield that he had smiled and yet today he was actually beaming. “Come on” Zan yelled again, reaching out his hand to assist Sean onto the back of the bike. Obediently he climbed behind Zan, grabbing onto his leather jacket for dear life he flew out of the parking lot in a cloud of dust.

“Who the fucks learned you hows to drives” Sean grumbled, as he clenched and unclenched his aching hands that had held onto Zan as if their life had depended on it and many times on their way he felt as if his hands were the only things keeping him alive as he was wildly tossed about as he sat behind the hot rodding Zan.

“Some grumpy old man” Zan laughed, ducking Sean’s hand as it came out to slap him. “Sean…tell me that you aren’t…OMG”

He could no longer form a coherent sentence as he stared at the sign that hung above his head. It was the most beautiful sign that he had ever seen, it was a sign that he had dreamed about every since he could remember, a sign that told the world that he was now an adult, it was a sign that read, “ZAN’S LAIR CUSTOME BIKES AND REPAIRS”

“Likes it”

“How…what…when…why” he replied, looking from the sign that bared his name to Sean. “I…I don’t know…can’t….mine…”

“Yours” he says smiling, handing the keys and a slip of paper to Zan. “You is good…you knows how to makes the best bikes in the worlds. I is giving you the chance to proves to the worlds…to proves to your family that you isn’t what they thoughts you was. You is a good man…and I am prouds of you and I knows that you is gonna keeps making me proud. Buts…there is mores to this thens a sign you knows” Flabbergasted, Zan allowed Sean to pull him into the building in front of them.

“It ain’ts very bigs…but I figures to start it is good enoughs. It has everythings that you will needs…I even gots you a staff of peoples to works for you. Don’t lets that goes to your heads either…you is the ones that peoples wants to work on their bikes. There is a rooms above the garage that you cans use to lives. I already gots you some furniture…just the necessities…you can gets what else you needs once you gets back. Now…I gots to go” he sniffled, turning towards the door.

“Wait…” Zan yelled, running after the retreating figure. “I…I can’t keep all this. I could never repay you for all that you have done for me. The bike…the shop…all the money that you spent. I can’t take all this…but I can work my ass off to pay you back every dime that you spent. I…”

“I saids save its. You wanna pays me back…makes a name for yourself. Keeps out of trouble…finds you a good womans…but most importants…be happy. This is all yours…you deserves it. I needs to go…I has a date tonight. You should thinks about coming outs with us…you coulds ask that Tess chick”

“I think that I would like to enjoy my first night alone” Zan grimaced, sticking his tongue out in disgust as images of Tess invaded his mind. “I need some time to finish the battle plan… and relax before I hit the road”

“Zan…” Sean said with urgency, moving back towards the boy that meant more to him then anything in the world, grabbing him by the shoulders. “you haves to promise me that you is gonna be careful. I don’t wants you to fucks up your new lifes….you gots that”

“I wont…I promise…I just need to take care of this first and then I am going to take control of my life and live the life that I want to lead” he replied, pulling Sean into a huge bear hug. “Thank you for everything, thank you for all this, for taking care of me, for loving me”

“Stay safe,” he whispered hoarsely, placing his hand on Zan’s cheek before he walked out the door, leaving Zan utterly alone for the first time in eight years.

Leisurely, Zan made his way around his new business. Just the thought of owning his own business frightened him to his very core. He still didn’t understand why it was Sean had such faith in him, especially when he didn’t have any faith in himself. Why was it when his own family turned their backs on him, leaving him to rot in a children’s prison Sean refused to do the same. Deep down he felt a closeness to Sean that he had never felt with any other person, any other person except for his brother and he wasn’t willing to think about that right now.

Towards the back of the garage he notices a set of stairs that he assumes will lead him to his new home. With hurried steps he makes his way to the top of the stairs and bursts out laughing. “Sean…what am I going to do with you” he continues to laugh as he reads the doorplate hanging on the front door. “Welcome to Zan’s Lair”

Pulling the key out of his pocket, he make his way into his sparsely furnished apartment. It was a small one-bedroom apartment, but it was enough for Zan. “Just the necessities” he chuckled, picking up the latest issue of Playboy magazine off a well worn coffee table, thumbing through it as he made his way to the kitchen. Another laugh erupted from Zan as he opened the refrigerator to find nothing but ice-cold beer. “Well as least he has his priorities straight” Grabbing a beer from the fridge he walks to the small table and tosses his knapsack on it. Opening it, he pulls out the worn and old articles and arranges them in order of published dates. Pulling out the latest addition, he begins to feel the earlier feeling of jealousy invade his body as he stares into a pair of beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Taking a swig of his beer, he begins to re-read the article that he had read a million times since he received it, an article that he knew by heart and yet he read it once again.

Roswell Times.

Mr. And Mrs. Jeff Parker are pleased to announce that engagement of their only daughter Elizabeth Ann Parker to Maxwell Albert Evans, both of Roswell. The happy couple plans to wed in late summer of 2002 and will spend their honeymoon traveling throughout Europe. Congratulations to Liz and Max, may you have the best that love can offer the two of you.

Zan couldn’t pull his eyes away from the warm brown ones of the woman that Max was going to marry. There was no denying that she was beautiful, but there was something about those eyes that spoke volumes to him. He could tell just by the picture that he held in his hand that she was kind and gentle, but at the same time strong and sure of her self.

Jealousy was soon replaced with anger as he continued to look into the beauties eyes. He had never been given the chance to fall in love, never given the chance to experience normal teenage love. He wasn’t a virgin anymore. He had only slept with one girl, it was on his seventeenth birthday and it was just that sex. There was no tender moments, no words of love, no thoughts of dating, making out, just plain, not even very good, sex.

He hated to admit even to himself, but he longed to find true love. That one special someone that would love him unconditionally, someone that he could love in return. But deep down he knew that no woman could ever love a man like him, especially a woman like Elizabeth Parker. He was a man that no one loved except for Sean, a man who’s own family couldn’t love him. How was a woman going to love a man like him, he was different from most men, had seen things that made him hard, gave him an edge that caused him to be untrusting, and yet some woman was supposed to look past all that and love him for him, not very likely.

Without even realizing it, Zan had downed six bottles of beer and between staring at her beautiful face and looking through the Playboy magazine he began to get extremely horny, so horny that not even a hand job was doing to take care of it. There was only one way to relieve his problem and she was just a phone call away. As much as he hated to call her, she was all that he had at the moment and in truth, having her around was better then being alone. Within minutes, Tess had jumped at the chance to meet Zan at his new bachelor pad.

Zan had met Tess on one of his outings with Sean. She was the daughter of one of the shop owners that Sean had enlisted to show him the ropes of custom motorcycle building and repair. From the very moment that she laid eyes on him, Tess was all over him. She was known as the biker slut since she always went after the biker bad boys, and the thought of touching her made Zan’s stomach lurch.
He thwarted her advances in the beginning, but after all he was a red blooded male and before he knew it his urges were out weighing his brain and so he gave in. His first sexual experience was screwing Tess Harding, against the wall of her father’s garage. It was awkward and unpleasant, but again at the time she was all that he had, was the best that he could do.

“Starting the party without me” a whinny voice called out from the doorway as she let herself into his apartment.

“It’s just getting started. Bedroom…NOW” he boomed grabbing his beer off the table as he grabs Tess by the arm, dragging her into his bedroom and pushes her onto the twin bed. Taking the last swig of beer from the bottle, he drops it on the floor, he jumps on top of a giggling Tess, attacking her mouth savagely to drown out the annoying sounds omitting from her lips.

In his drunken state Zan had virtually no control, and before he knows it Tess had the upper hand as her face hovered blurrily above his own. “You wanna play rough…. then lets play rough” she growled as she licked her way across his lips, moving down to his chin as she ripped his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. Next went his jeans as she tugged them off his body, gasping as his fully erect penis comes into view. “Wholly @#%$…it’s so…”

“Less talking…more sucking” he moaned, pushing her face into his groin area. Taking the hint, Tess greedily devoured his @#%$ into her hot, wet mouth. “@#%$…oh yeah…suck it bitch” he growled, pushing himself farther down her throat, causing Tess to gag. It didn’t matter to Zan; with one finial thrust he explodes inside her mouth. “Elizabeth” he screams as his climax rolls though him, promptly pulling himself out, rolling over onto his side drifting off to sleep as images of Elizabeth Parker flood his mind.

“Elizabeth…who the @#%$ is Elizabeth” Tess screams as she tries to wake a passed out Zan, only to be answered by his loud snoring.


THE NEXT MORNING…

“@#%$” Zan grumbled as the first rays of sunlight hit his bloodshot eyes, causing a bolt of pain to rush across his head as he quickly closed his eyes again, rolling onto his back.

“Not even @#%$ close,” a voice whined besides him. “And just who the @#%$ is Elizabeth”

“What the hell are you talking about” he whispers, squinting at Tess out of the corner of his eye.

“What the hell am I talking about…what the hell am I talking about. I am talking about the fact that as I was giving you the best damned blowjob on earth…you screamed out another womans name”

“I don’t know what the @#%$ you are talking about…” he spit, holding his hand to his throbbing head. “but if you don’t stop your @#%$ yelling…I am going to kill you”

“I don’t need this @#%$…I have plenty of men willing to @#%$ my brains out”

“Poor men…since you the worst lay that I have every had”

“Worst lay…I am your only lay. You ain’t going to find anything better then Tess Harding…mark my words” she screamed at the top of her lungs, throwing her clothes on as her ranting continues.

“I’ll take my chances” he yelled back, grimacing in pain as his words and the front door slamming echo across his pulsating head.

Two hours and six aspirins later, he was packed and on his bike heading down the highway towards Roswell New Mexico, heading towards his destiny, and yet it wasn’t thoughts of revenge that filled his mind, it was thoughts of her, thoughts of Elizabeth Parker.


Chapter Five

Two and a half days later, Zan arrives in Roswell exhausted, stiff and starving. Strong feelings of resentment flow through him as he drives down Main Street. He is amazed at the fact that nothing much has changed in eight years. The buildings are still the same, everything is alien oriented and then just as he did when he was a child, he feels out of place as people milling about the streets gawk at the man on the motorcycle.

His growling stomach interrupts his thoughts of resentment as he pulls his bike into a parking spot directly in front of an alien themed restaurant. As smile begins to cross his face as he takes in the familiar family restaurant, but as quickly as it appears it is gone as memories of family dinners invade his mind. Many a night before his abduction his parents would begrudgingly drag their two children to The Crashdown Café for mandatory family dinners. It was something that his father called mingling with the underclass, but his father knew that these people labeled the underclass were the ones that called the shots, were the ones that decided his continence of Mayor and his cadency as Senator. Making them believe that he was on of them was extremely important and what better way then to have a family dinner at the only family oriented restaurant in town. As much as his parents hated eating at the Crashdown, Zan and Max loved it, but each for completely different reasoning’s. Zan on the one hand loved the Crashdown for the opportunity to eat normal food, instead of the fancy foods that were often served in his home. Max had only one reason for wanting to go to the Crashdown and it wasn’t for the greasy alien themed food that was served, it was for the chance to see a certain brown-eyed pigtailed girl. As their father mingled with the underclass, as Zan scarfed down his greasy, Max would push his food around on his plate as he mooned over the pig-tailed cutie. Max’s obvious obsession with the little girl was always cause for some good-natured ribbing from the younger of the two brothers, later that evening after they had returned home.

Climbing off his bike, Zan makes his way towards the entrance of the Crashdown, glancing around the busy streets as he does for any signs of a failure face, finding none he enters the restaurant. Immediately upon his entrance he could tell that all eyes from the patrons of the establishment down to the help were upon him. He can’t blame them for their staring at him, there was no doubt in anyones mind that he didn’t come from Roswell, but little did they know.

He may have been born in Roswell, but he was different now, felt different, where before J.J. Bean used to be his clothing of choice, now he opted for leather and denim, the tighter the better. He no longer kept his hair neat and up kept, opting for the spiky gelled look. Numerous body piercings and tattoos littered his body and as he looked around the ogling patrons he sneered evilly as they would have expect and plopped himself down in the nearest corner booth.

“Great way to draw attention to yourself” he yells to himself

“I bet your pardon,” A blonde waitress asks as she walks by his table with a tray loaded with dirty dishes.

“Nothing” he snaps at the waitress, shocked because he did not realize that anyone was nearby.

“Whatever Dude” she replies, making her way to the back of the restaurant. “Oooohhh Liiizzzy…” Maria sings to her best friend Liz Parker, “you got a real winner over there at table two, looks like some biker freak straight out of the gutters of New York”

“Maria…your terrible” Liz giggles as she walks over to the leather-clad stranger who seems to be having an intent conversation with the menu he is holding in front of his face. “You know if that menu is giving you a hard time…maybe I can help you with choosing your meal”

“Huh…What” Zan stammers, words failing him as he lowers his menu and gets a clear view of the waitress now standing before him. It was her, the brown-eyed beauty that had been invading his dreams, the fiancée of his twin brother, it was Liz Parker.

“Nothing” Liz giggles. “Welcome to the Crashdown Café. My name is Liz…can I take your order”

“Um…um…I…um”

“Well…we don’t have that one the menu…but I can ask the cook if he has every heard of it before” she laughs easily, sliding into the seat across from Zan, leaning over the table as she points out the various items on the menu. So do you speak to humans too…or only cheap plastic menus”

“Well…sometimes you get a better response from a cheap plastic menu then from a human being” he blushed, unable to stop a smile from spreading across his face.

“Wow…he does speak to humans” she giggles, dropping backwards into the pleather seat. “Look…take your time with your selection. Your giving my feet a long overdue break”

“Ok” he laughs, peering over the menu at the beauty sitting in front of him.

“So…are you from Roswell”

“NO” he screams, causing Liz to flinch at the harshness in his voice. “Look Liz…I am sorry. I just have some business to take care here in Roswell and then I am heading back to New York”

“Oh…New York. I have always wanted to go to there…but I have never been anywhere except for New Mexico”

“That’s to bad…you should really go. It is a beautiful city and I can’t wait to get back to it”

“I’m Liz Parker…” she states, holding her hand across the table towards him. “and you would be….”

“Za….Sean” he replies panicked.

“ZaSean…huh” she looks at him quizzically.

“Just Sean” he laughs embarrassed.

“Ok….just Sean. What can I get you today”

“I guess that I will just have a burger and fries”

“One Will Smith burger and an order of Space Fries. Ok…be right back with that” she giggles, pulling herself out of the booth.

“Happy Anniversary Beautiful” he hears a voice boom from behind him.

“MAX” Liz shrieks, jumping into his arms, crushing the flowers that he held in his hand between their two bodies. “what are you doing here. Our date isn’t until tonight”

“Did you think that I would go a whole day without seeing my best girl…” he answers, placing the thoroughly destroyed flowers in front of him. “and these were for you”

Involuntarily, Zan’s breath catches in his throat at the mention of the name Max. Out of the corner of his eye he watches all that transpires between the two lovers. It was obvious to anyone that watched them that they were deeply in love, and he felt awful that he was going to be the one to break Liz’s heart when he brought down his brother and his family, but she was an unexpected surprise that was going to prove futile in his plans of revenge.

He couldn’t believe how much his brother had changed since he had last seen him. He knew that eight years had in deed passed, but he somehow still expected to see the small ten year old boy huddled under the hallway table before him. The man that he saw out of the corner of his eye was similar and yet so different. Where their looks were identical, Max opted for the clean-cut boy next-door look, with a power suit to bring the ensemble together. Zan didn’t know what it was that he did for a living, but just by looking at him he knew that he had to be something related to politics, since it was a suit so much like the ones that he remembered his father wearing. Refusing to allow the memories of his father to take over, he concentrates on the conversation at hand between the two lovers.

“I love them…and I love you” she giggles, placing a deep kiss onto his lips.

“Wow…I need to bring you crushed flowers more often. Ok…I have to get back to work. I will pick you up at eight. I miss you already. Oh and Liz…I love you”

“Love you too”

Zan watched as Liz floated past the table and towards the back of the restaurant, flowers held up to her nose, as a dreamy look filled her eyes. “OMG…you order” she flushes, running back to Zan’s table. “I completely forgot. Let me get this in and it is on me. I am so sorry Sean”

“Hey no problem…so is that your boyfriend”

“Fiancée actually” she beamed, flashing a huge diamond engagement ring at him. “But you don’t want to hear about Max and myselfs engagement”

“oh on the contrary…I would love for you to tell me all about Max’s and your engagement” he replies smiling sweetly, as feelings of jealousy rage within his tortured body.

“Really” Liz asked astonished at the ease she felt with this perfect stranger and yet she felt as if she knew him.

“Really”

“Ok…let me put your order in and then I can take my break”

With the same plastered smile spread across his face, Zan watches as she makes her way to the order window. “Oh yes…tell me all about my wonderful brother and his engagement to his beautiful girlfriend” he sneers, pulling his cell phone and a piece of paper out of his knapsack. His frustration grows as the line continues to ring, and then an answering machine picks up. “Valenti…you and me got a few things to clear up. Your never going to believe who this is…lets just say that I am a link to your past…and you owe me”



Chapter Six

“So tell me all about Mr. Wonderful” Zan asks, snapping his cell phone closed and tossing is back into his knap sack, as Liz approaches the table with his food. “How did you meet him…how long have you been dating…what does he do for a living…does his family live around here”

“Whoa…so many questions”

“Sorry” Zan gushed, mentally kicking him for allowing his need for information about Max and his family to over take his common sense. “I just was wondering how it was that a man like Max Evan’s found a beautiful woman like yourself and got her to agree to marry him”

“Oh my” Liz blushed, covering her reddening cheeks with her hands. “Wait…how did you know that his last name was Evan’s” she asked looking at him quizzically.

Great Job Zan…just keep digging the whole deeper and deeper @#%$, he mentally scolded himself as he frantically tries to come up with a reply to her question.

“Valenti…yeah…Kyle Valenti”

“You know Kyle” she asks, doubt beginning to cloud her beautiful chocolate eyes.

“Um…you could say that Valenti and I go way back. He is one of the reasons that I am in Roswell…we have some important business to take care of. Truth is…he is the one that told me all about you and Max” he lied, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

“Oh…I am so sure that he has filled you in on everything about Max and I. The question is…how much of what he has told you is actual fact and how much is fiction” Zan can only look at Liz as if he knew what it was she was talking about, when in fact he was completely is the dark. “I mean…it’s been five years…five whole years and he still refuses to accept the fact that I chose Max over him”

“You dated Kyle,” he questions. “I mean…right you dated Kyle and then chose Max over him” he replies trying to correct his blunder before Liz does. As sigh of relief escapes his lips as he listens to Liz continue her rant over Kyle Valenti. “When we dated it was casual…that was the way that he wanted it. It was a decision that we discussed time and time again…he told me that he was to young to get serious…but I was ready for more…ready for true love and I knew that I wasn’t going to get that with Kyle”

“And then you met Max and he swept you off your feet”

“Something like that…I mean Max and I had always been friends…just friend…but then one summer we became more then friends” she beamed, her eyes getting a faraway look in them. “We were councilors at a summer camp to keep kids off the streets and away from drugs. It was a camp that he and his father founded after his twin brother died of a drug abuse”

“Twin…twin brother” he gasped, feeling as if air were no longer able to reach his lungs. “You know about his twin brother”

“We all used to be friends…we played together when we were in middle school. He and his family used to come here for dinner every week. He was a little troublemaker…but the truth is…I had my first schoolgirl crush on him…and he never knew it. I was heartbroken when I found out about his death. I used to wonder if things had been different and he were still alive…would it have been him instead of Max that I would be marrying”

Zan’s head was swimming as her words floated in his mind. She was the brown eyed, pigtailed child that he remembered from earlier, and she had a crush on him…on a younger version of him, she had thoughts of marrying him if he had lived. He could feel the tears begin to well up in his eyes, for it could have been him and not his brother that was going to marry this beautiful woman, been him that had courted her as they matured into adults, could have been him that had loved her and her him. NO…he couldn’t think thoughts like this, he had to stay focused, he had a job and nothing, not even the words that she spoke were going to detour him in his mission of revenge. Get a grip man, he yells at himself as he takes a deep breath attempting to take control of his spiraling emotions.

“Anyway…Kyle keeps telling me that Max is evil and that I shouldn’t trust him. I mean I have been with the man for five years…I think that I know him better then his own family” she continues, breaking Zan out of his thoughts.

“What about his family…what are they like” he queries, masking his emotions as he does.

“Well…his father died in a car crash about four years ago…his mother is…”

Tears once again fill his eyes as he hears her words over and over in his head. “His father died in a car crash about four years ago…. his father died in a car crash about four years ago” He was unprepared for the emotions that battered his barely beating heart, unprepared for the words that she spoke, his father was dead and as much as he hated him, he could not explain the feeling of complete devastation rolled over him. “I gotta go…I am so sorry Liz” he gruffs, pulling himself out of the booth that he had occupied for the last hour, running for the door and his heart finally gave in and allowed the tears to flow freely from his eyes.

“Sean…wait” Liz cries puzzled, at the retreating figure of Sean. She couldn’t quite place it but there was something about Zan that drew her to him. Was it the fact that he was the bad boy with a heart of gold, or was it the fact that if your removed the spiked hair, tattoos and piercing, along with the bearded stubble, he was almost the exact replica of Max. “He was asking all those questions about Max’s twin and his family…Maybe” she whispers to herself perplexed at what just transpired. “Nah…must be my over active imagination”

“You know…now your starting to act like the biker babe” Maria states, pulling Liz out of her quandary. “Hey are you ok”

“Um…yeah. It’s just that I just realized that Sean looks an awful lot like Max…and I”

“WHAT…that biker babe looking like Max…not even close Liz…chica you really need to stop spending every waking moment with Max….cause it seems that you now have Max on the brain…which is making you think that every man that you see looks like him. And anyways…Max is one fine Buster Brown…but biker babe is so…oh what is the word I am looking for…..HOT”

“Right Maria” Liz giggles as her continues to drool over Sean. “You know…he asked about you…even wanted your phone number”

“OMG…REALLY” she screams, jumping around the floor, drawing the attention of the remaining patrons to her and Liz.

“NO” Liz retorts over her shoulder, running away from the girl that she has called her best friend for as long as she can remember. “Come on Maria…you have work to do…and I have to get ready for my date with Buster Brown.


OUTSIDE

Reaching the alley behind the CrashDown, Zan crouches to his knees and allows the sobs that he had been holding at bay to crash over his body. His father was dead; the man that had paid perfect strangers to remove his problem child from his household to future his political career was dead. Zan couldn’t believe the emotions that swirled throughout his body, confusion, pain, anger all of them going round and round, each more upsetting then the next. “WHY…YOU SON OF A BITCH…WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME” he screamed into the sky above him. “I hate you…you son of a bitch” his screams dying down to a whisper as he wipes the tears from his eyes, forcing his bone weary body off the ground. “Get a hold of yourself…you still have a job to do. He may be dead…but it isn’t over” The plan was already in the works and there was no turning back now.

After composing himself, Zan once again pulls out the small piece of paper and studies the address written on it, making sure that he was at the correct residence. Walking up to the door he knocks on it, jumping back as a large man sticks a gun in his face. “WHO THE @#%$ ARE YOU AND JUST WHAT LINK TO MY PAST ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT”

“Haven’t changed a bit I see Valenti…always jumping the gun and it this case literally” Zan chuckles as the look of complete confusion that covers the shorter mans face.

“Enough of the games…who the hell are you and what do you want with me”

“As for who I am…I am the president of the first and only Samantha Fox fan club of Roswell New Mexico…as for what I am doing here…well I need your help” he laughs, reminding Kyle of the fan club that they had started for their favorite blonde singer growing up as kids.

Kyle looked as if he was seeing a ghost standing in front of him, and in a sense, which caused Zan to laugh even louder, he guesses that he was. “NO…” he screamed, causing the smile to disappear from Zan’s face. “NO…YOUR DEAD. ZAN…. IS THAT REALLY YOU. NO…YOUR DEAD…MY PARENTS FORCED ME TO YOU TO YOUR FUNERAL…YOUR DEAD. THEY SAID SO…OMG…ZAN”

“I’m not dead as you can plainly see. Look at my face…does it remind you of a certain Roswellian who shall remain nameless. Look…Kyle I need your help and since you are partly the reason for my untimely death…so to speak…I am here to enlist your help”

“Um…yeah…come on in” he replies uncertainly, flinching as Zan makes his way into his house. “Um…how are you still alive…where the hell have you been…why are you here now”

“Look we have a lot to discuss…and I will answer your questions…but for right now I need you to fill me in on everything that has happened in the last eight years”

Three hours later, two toughly mentally as well as physically exhausted men sit on a couch, in a home, located in the middle of Roswell New Mexico with a plan. A plan that was fail proof, a plan that was going to bring down what was left of one of the most respected family in Roswell and it was also a plan that was going to crush the heart of a certain brown hair, brown eyed beauty into a million pieces.


Chapter Seven

“Are you listening to what I am saying,” he growled into the phone, losing his patience with the person that he was speaking to. “You @#%$ this up and you will have hell to pay”

“I hear you” the voice whined in reply. “Don’t worry…I know what I need to do. I will be in Roswell this afternoon…and Zan…just remember what you promised me”

“Look…I never go back on my word. Just get here and do what I told you to do and I will take care of the rest,” he growled, slamming the phone back onto the receiver.

“Hey…easy on the merchandise” Kyle chuckled, sitting across the kitchen table from a perfect stranger, who was yet so much a part of his past. Guilt pours over Kyle as he looks at the grim look that coveres Zan’s face. A look that was well deserved considering the life that he had been forced to live for the last eight years. Zan had filled Kyle in on every intense detail of his childhood growing up in a children’s home and he was part of that reason and he knew it.

Like Zan, Kyle had been a troubled child. His mother had left him and his father at an early age and his father was more interested in being the Sheriff off the small town they lived in to take much notice of his son. Zan and Kyle were so similar and it was that common bound that brought the two together. They were inseparably, good or bad the two were there for each other and this time was no exception. At an early age Kyle had been experimenting with drugs and as much as Zan balked at the idea at first, he eventually gave in and that was the beginning of the end. Kyle had been the one that supplied the young boy his first taste of drugs and then fed his growing addiction afterwards. Drugs were easy to get and he didn’t even have to leave his home to get them. Jim Valenti was a closet weed smoker and always had plenty hidden around the house from his various drug busts on the local teens. Kyle knew where each and every hiding place was located and would visit them daily making sure to take a little each time.

Kyle should have been the one that got busted that day, but he had talked Zan into hiding his package of weed in his locker, not realizing that mandatory locker searches were being implemented that day. Zan’s locker was the one they found the weed in and it was Zan that took the fall for Kyle, never once ratting out his friend. Punishment for Zan was severe and within days of the locker search, Zan was gone.

“KYLE” Zan yells, pulling Kyle out of memories of the past. “I said is everything ready to go. I want this to go off without a hitch”

“Everything is ready. She is going to meet you at the CrashDown at two and then operation bring down Max Evan’s commences”

“Ok…I have one stop to make before this all goes down. I will be back in a couple of hours”

“Stop…Zan…this is no time to go sightseeing,” he protests.

“I am not going @#%$ sightseeing…I have to pay a visit to someone” and with that said he was gone.

Ten minutes later he was standing in front of a house that he swore he would never step foot into again. As with the news of his father’s death, emotions he never expected rolled through him. She was still alive, his mother. She had been in the car accident with his father, but she had survived. If you can call being confined to a bed, barely coherent surviving. Kyle had filled him in on the status of his mother, it seemed that after his father died she basically gave up on living. Occasionally she became coherent enough to recognize people, but mostly she just lived in whatever world she saw behind her dead eyes.

Zan had struggled with his emotions most of the night, he didn’t know if he wanted to see his mother in this capacity, or was it that he was afraid that she might recognize him and ruin his plans of revenge. He didn’t now and it seemed that it really didn’t matter as he entered the place that had been his home for the first ten years of his life. Quietly as possible he made his way to the stairway leading to her room, he had no fear of being caught as Kyle had also informed him of the morning romp that the live in nurse had daily with the chef of the house.

With each step that he took he could feel his heart beating faster, could hear the blood race through his veins, could feel the fear of what he might find clutch at his heart as he reaches the closed door of her bedroom. His breath catches in his throat as he opens the door and witnesses the first glimpse of his once strong mother.

“Mother” he whispers, quietly walking towards her. “Mother it’s Zan…mother can you hear me” Tears threaten their escape as he takes in the serene beauty of his mother. She looks just as he remembers her, clear pale skin, well groomed hair, and dressed as if going out for a night on the town.

“Phillip…Phillip…meet…meet…cat” she rambles in response.

“Mother…it’s Zan. I just wanted to see you. I…I…”

“No…cat…cat”

“Mother…please…it’s Zan”

“Zan…”

“Yes…mother…it’s me. I just want to know why you did it…why you left them take me from you. I loved you…I still love you. I only wish that you could tell me why…why I had to live a life of torture and hell at the hands of my family that was supposed to love me with out condition. I had come here to confront you…but I see that you always live in your own sort of hell now”

“Baby…Zan…cat…cat…Zan”

“Yes…cat…cat” he replies, as tears fall down his face. “Bye mother…may god have mercy on your soul” Turning he leaves his mother to the misery that was now considered her life.

“Zan…love…Zan…love” she replies to the now empty room, as a single tear rolls down her cheek.


Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Liz could not stop the thoughts of Sean that clouded her mind, as she get dressed before her picnic lunch with Max scheduled for later that afternoon. These thoughts were both confusing as well as titillating. From the moment he ran out of the Crashdown the previous evening, it was all she could do to stop her self from running to Kyle’s house, where she knew he was staying, and jumping into his arms. She wanted to know what it would feel like to feel his body against hers, feel his lips on her own, and worse yet to feel those same lips as they explored every inch of her body.

To say that she was intrigued with him was an understatement; it was becoming more like an obsession and yet she knew nothing about this man that she had just met, a man that was so similar to Max that they were almost a mirror image of each other. She knew that there was more to Sean then meets the eye, more to his obsessive questioning of Max’s family, and she was bound and determined to find out just what it was that he was hiding from her.

The morning seemed to drag by as she puttered around the CrashDown hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious biker babe as Maria had come to nickname him. She still didn’t understand why it was that she was looking for Sean when she had Max in her life. Max was loyal, loving and would do anything to please her and what did she really know about Sean expect that he was from New York and in Roswell for some sort of business. The chiming of the restaurants door catches her attention for what felt like the hundredth time, disappointment yet again sets in at the realization that it is not him. “Get a grip on your self Parker. You love Max…your going to marry Max. You love Max,” she repeats to herself, straightening the menus on the counter.

“Who are you trying to convince, the menus or yourself” a familiar voice asks causing Liz’s heart rate to soar, as she looks from Sean to the door.

“How did you get in here. I didn’t see you come in”

“Am I to take it that you were waiting for me then”

“Um…yeah” she giggles, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, as a blush creeps into her cheeks. “I mean…no. I…mean I was just wondering how you were…since you left here in such a hurry last night”

“Yeah…sorry about that. I just realized that I was late for something very important. I am fine now…and in fact I am here to ask you for a favor”

“A favor” she questions, her heart pounding so loud that she just knew that he could hear it.

“Yep…I was wondering if you would be willing to give me a tour of the town…you know to get me reacquainted with my old haunt”

The very idea of spending the day with Sean causes a flush throughout her body, but there was just one pesky problem, she had already made plans to spend the afternoon with Max. Disappointment visits her once again as she looks into his hopeful eyes and realizes that as much as she would love to spend the day with Sean, she did in fact have a fiancée and being with Sean could be dangerous to her relationship with Max.

“Sean…as much as I would love to spend the afternoon with you, the truth is I already have plans with Max…even though he is almost twenty minutes late”

“This is one date that he won’t be making” he whispers under his breath.

“What was that”

“Um…nothing. Actually…I was thinking that if I were Max, you would never be left waiting for anything. It would be my personal goal in life to make you happy. I say that we give Mr. Wonderful ten more minutes and if he hasn’t shown up by then, you spend the rest of the afternoon with me”

“YES” Liz answers a bit to quickly. “I mean…I am sure that Max will be here in just a few moments. This isn’t like him…he is usually so punctual”

“Well…if he isn’t…what do you say”

“I say…yes”

“Then let the countdown begin”


City Hall
Max’s Office

Knock Knock

“Come in”

“Max Evan’s”

“Yes…I’m Max Evan’s…can I help you”

“Great I found you”

“Ok…now that you have found me…what can I do for you”

“Actually…it is more like what can I do for you. My name is Tess and I am from Luscious Babes and this is an early wedding present to you from one of the people closest to you”

I am so going to kill Michael” he chuckles, running his eyes over the blue-eyed, blonde that stood before him. “Thanks for stopping by…but I do have work to do and this is not the time nor the place for such things”

“Sorry…all fees have been paid and it is time for me to perform the services that your friend paid for. So…just sit back and relax and let me do all the work”

“Look…really I don’t have time…” he argues, cutting himself short as the woman pulls a tape player out of her bag and begins sashaying to the music as it begins to fill the room.

“Have you ever had a lap dance before Mr. Evan’s” she asks as she straddles the lower half of his body against his chair. “I am venturing a wild guess that you have not”

“No…no…never” he stammers as she continues to grind against his rapidly growing erection.

Then I will make it as painless as possible for you…or as painful as possible…depending on what you are into”

“Pain….I like pain” he groans, as she lays her hand flat against his now bulging member. “Oh…how I love pain”

“Then pain it is” she whispers, flicking her tongue against his ear. “Now get those @#%$ clothes off…NOW”

Unaware of anything except for the way that his stripper was making him feel, Max never noticed the video camera perched in the window of his office, nor the man behind it, a man that who was intent on getting each and every indecent act on video.


The CrashDown

“This is so unlike Max…maybe I should call him and make sure that he is ok” Liz states, a worried frown covering her face.

“Hey…I am sure that he is doing just fine and besides we had a deal remember. If he wasn’t here in ten minutes you were mine for the rest of the day. Max Evan’s loss is my gain. So…where is it that your going to be taking me first”

“Well…since you put it that way…I guess that I can’t break our deal now can I” she giggles, as all thoughts of Max vanish from her mind.

“Woo Hoo…then lets go” Zan shouts jubilantly, grabbing Liz’s hand as he drags her out of the restaurant. “So where do we go first”

“Well…I do have one place that I would like to show you…but we need a car…and I don’t have one”

“No problem…your chariot awaits my lady” he gestures towards his Triumph motorcycle parked across the street.

“Sean…I…I can’t ride on that…is it safe”

“Liz…” he whispers, squeezing the hand that he still held within his own. “I would never put you in harms way…I would never do anything to hurt you” Regret immediately takes over at the words he speaks. The truth was at this very moment, his plan was already in action, and the aftermath of it was going to be more devastating to Liz Parker then even he was willing to admit.

“I trust you Sean…I know that you would never hurt me on purpose”

“Come on…lets go”

“OMG…I’ve never ridden on one of these before” she squeals as she wraps her arms around Zan’s waist. Zan was so into the feel of her arms around him to notice anything that she said. Closing his eyes he savors the way that he body feels pressed up against his own, a heat radiating from her that was so intense he could feel it through the leather of his jacket. “Hey…I hope that your not planning on driving with your eyes closed like that” she giggles, shaking him from his thoughts, as she lays her head on his shoulder, tightening the hold that she held on him.


Indian Reservation

“It’s absolutely breathtaking” Zan marvels as he and Liz walk around the a small Indian reservation on the out skirts of town. He had never seen anything like it before, and the fact that he Liz was willing to share it with him, made it even more special.

“I know…I love it here. I come out here when I need time to think or if I just want to be alone. It is such a spiritual place and the people here…they just accept you with an open heart” she says, locking hands with Zan as they make their way through the center of the reservation. “But…this isn’t the best part. Come on…let me show you a place that I have never shared with another living person” Slowly the two make their way down a dusty trail, hands connected, their only thoughts, just how much they were enjoying each others company.

“I come here whenever I have a problem that I think I can’t handle and somehow I always seem to find the answer that I am looking for” she declares, stopping Zan as she turns him to face her. “I’ve never brought anyone here before…not even Max. This is my special place…and I know that we haven’t known each other that long…but I wanted to share it with you. Sean…I know that your hiding something…that there is something eating away at you and I just want you to know that I am here for you…that you can tell me anything”

“I…I want to tell you…but I just can’t. I don’t want to hurt you…and anything that I say or do is going to hurt you”

“Oh Sean…I already told you that you could never hurt me. I trust you…and I want you to trust me….you can tell me anything. I won’t judge you…I would never judge you. I…I care about you Sean”

“I care about you too…and that is why I can’t tell you anything about my life…anything about my past” he replies, pain etching at his heart, removing his hand from hers. “We better go” he says looking at his watch. “It’s getting late and I was supposed to meet someone at the CrashDown an hour ago.

“Um…sure…ok” she responds, wrapping her arms around herself as chills begin to invade her body. She wasn’t sure if it was the chill from the rapidly increasing afternoon air, or the words that he spoke. He was leaving, leaving Roswell, leaving her and the idea of never seeing him again frightened her to her very core.

“Here” Zan whispered, placing his leather jacket around her shoulders. “You look like your getting a bit cold.

“Thanks”

“Come on Liz…lets get you home”

“SEAN…WAIT”

“What….” Before Zan could finish what he was about to say, Liz had her hands wrapped around the back of his neck and was leading his lips towards her own. Slowly their lips meet in a soft kiss that soon opened up into a full-blown need for more. Knowing that he shouldn’t, but unable to stop, Zan wraps his arms around her tiny waist, pulling her flush against his body, asking for permission to explore her mouth, without so much as a word spoken.

“Seeeeaaaaan” Liz moans as Zan continues his exploration of her mouth, working his way towards her sensitive neck as he presses butterfly kisses along the way. “Oh god…don’t stop…please don’t stop”

Her use of Sean’s name instead of his own, causes him to abruptly end the lip lock that the two shared. “Liz…I…we can’t do this. We need to get back…now” he replies gruffly, removing his arms from around her waist, forcing himself away from her body.

Dejected, Liz nods unwilling to look into his eyes for fear that he may see the tears of hurt welling up in her own. Slowly she climbs onto the back of his bike, wrapping her arms around his waist, laying her head on his back, finally allowing her tears to roll down her cheeks.

Chapter Nine

CrashDown Café

Zan could feel her warm breath through his thin T-shirt, as she lays her head against his shoulder, but it was the wet spots that he felt where her cheek rested which was causing him some serious distress. He knew that his words had hurt her, for they had hurt him, but she was better off not getting involved with the likes of him. She was a beautiful, intelligent woman who deserved a man better then he could ever be or that was what he kept telling himself, but the truth was he still held onto the hope that one day she could love him.

She had kissed him, she, not him had made the first move. What did that mean? Did it mean that she felt more for him then he thought could ever be possible? And what did she mean when she said that she cared about him? Was it just as a friend? Or could it be something more? So many questions, and yet only one real answer, it didn’t matter. He was going to bring down the man that she was engaged to, a man that she loved, shattering her heart into a million pieces, and then he was going to go back to New York and start a new life, as she remained in Roswell to pick up the pieces of her shattered one.

Without so much as a word, Liz leaps off the motorcycle, running into the building, as he parks in front of the CrashDown. He wants to run after her, wants to take her into his arms and kiss away the hurt that he has caused her, but he knows that he can’t, knows that if he was to go after her, that there would never be any going back.

“There you are…where the @#%$ have you been” he hears a shrill voice screech. “I have been waiting here for over an hour…but I forgive you” Placing her arms around his neck, she jumps into his arms, wrapping her legs around her waist as she plants a kiss on his lips. Now…I have had enough of this god forsaken place…so lets get the @#%$ out of here so you can keep your end of the barging”

Tiredness unlike he has every felt before attacks his body. It was over and everything had come to fruition. Everything had gone as planned and it just a short few hours it would all be over. Tess had kept her end of the bargain, and now it was time for him to keep his end. All those years that he planned for his revenge, days spent waiting for a time when he could forget the past and move on with his life and now that it was going to happen, he feels as if nothing will ever really changed.

But that wasn’t altogether true, one thing had changed, he had found the one thing that he never expected to find, he had found love. He never expected her to affect him the way that she was, never expected her to accept him the way that she did, never expected to develop feelings that absolutely terrified him, and yet it was she and not his plans of revenge that brought a smile to his weary face, that made him to feel more happiness then he thought possible.

“I just have to get my @#%$ from Kyle’s and then we leave” he replies half heartily, allowing her to grab his hand as she climbs onto the back of his bike. He didn’t have any fight left in him, didn’t have the energy to resist her advances. The truth was he had made a deal with her and she had come through with flying colors, he had given his word and now it was time for him to pay the piper.

“Oh…I just can’t believe it…in just a few short hours I will be Tess Evan’s” she squeals, tightly binding her arms around his waist. “I always wanted to elope to Vegas…whoopee…and away we go” her hollers continue as Zan pulls away from the curb.

Liz watches, hidden from his view as a short blonde woman approaches the man that in such a short amount of time, she has developed strong and completely confusing feelings for. What was it about his man that caused such a reaction in her? She loves Max, but never in all the time that she has known him has she felt what she is feeling for Sean. It made no sense, she was going to marry Max, and they were going to live a wonderfully happy life together, and yet it was Sean and not Max that invades her thoughts.

Jealously wells up in her as she watches the interaction between Sean and this woman. It was obvious that this woman loves Sean with the ways that she keeps touching him, holding his hand in her own. She couldn’t see her face, but she just knows that she is beautiful and the reason that Zan had pushed her away after they shared their first and only kiss.

“Hey…did you know that the mysterious biker babe is getting married” Maria asks, startling Liz from her thoughts of Sean and his beautiful woman.

“What…what did you say?”

“I said…did you know that the mysterious biker babe is getting married,” she repeats, not understanding the look of complete devastation that now covers her friends face. “I swear…I just heard it from that blonde bimbo with him. They are driving to Vegas and eloping. Hey…did you notice how much he looks like Max…I mean they could be twins…. Liz…Liz…where are you going”

Tears once again flow from her eyes as he runs to the sanctity of her apartment above the CrashDown. She needs to be alone, needs to try and understand her feelings for Sean, but most important she needs to work through her lack of feelings about Max.

Two hours later, Max makes his way up the stairs leading to Liz’s apartment, tripping over a brown-papered parcel. “Liz…Liz are you here” he calls entering her apartment with his key. Placing the package on the hall table he makes his way into the living room and finds a sleeping Liz on the couch wrapped in what appears to be a black leather jacket. Guilt fills his heart as he watches her sleeping form, guilt so gigantic that he just knows that with just one look into his eyes, she was going to know the truth about what had transpired earlier that afternoon. “I’m sorry,” he whispers against her ear.

“Max…is that you” she murmurs sleepily, opening her eyes as Max’s form comes into view. “When did you get here…what time is it”

“I just got here…but I can’t stay. I have some paperwork that I have got to get done tonight. I just wanted to come by and see you” he says softly, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. “I love you Liz…you know that I have always loved you…don’t you”

Panic begins to fill her heart as she listens to his words. Did he know about her day spent with Sean? Did the look on her face scream that she was harboring feelings for a complete stranger, who was less of a stranger then Max was to her lately. She loves Max, she knows that she does, but now she was questioning if she was in love with him for the right reason. “Max…can I talk to you about something before you go” she asks sitting up, patting the now empty space besides her. “I really think that we need to talk”

“Liz…I really need to get back to the office. I am just swamped with so much paperwork” he lies, taking a step towards the door.

“Max…why do you want to marry me” she asks, catching his attention as he rushes back to her, kneeling in front of her.


What…I love you. I always have Liz…you know that. You’re the perfect woman for me…I need the perfect woman standing besides me as I make my way up the political ladder. My father had my mother and it was her and her alone that helped him achieve the success that he did. She was a very powerful woman and you remind me so much like her”

“Max…I am not your mother. I have my own dreams…my own inspirations. I have no intentions of playing the dutiful political wife”

“Where is this coming from…just last week you were begging me to get married and now your spouting this nonsense. You can do all the little things that you want to do…after I get elected as Mayor. That has always been our plan”

“NO…MAX…that has always been your plan. I want to go to college…want to get my teaching degree…begin a career as…”

“You can do all that once I get elected. This is very important to our future”

“Why…so we can have a marriage like your parents had…”

“DON’T YOU TALK ABOUT MY PARENTS” he screams, jerking him self off the floor, as he starts to pace in front of her. “My parents…are the ones that held this shitty town and all its undesirables together. Without them and all their hard work…this town would just be another tourist trap speck on a map”

“Would you listen to yourself…your becoming your father Max…and that scares me. You make him out to be some sort of god…he was a man that used and lied to anyone that would boost him to the top. He wasn’t a very nice man Max…and….”

“Don’t you ever talk about my father like that again…you hear me” he growls evilly, yanking a startled Liz from where she sat as he squeezes her arms so tight that it causes her to whimper in pain. ““You listen to me…and you listen to me good. We are getting married next summer…we are putting your stupid plans about being a @#%$ under paid, teacher on indefinite hold. You are going to be the dutiful political wife and you have nothing to say about it. I am god here…people love me…they think that I am one of them and the fact that I am marrying a former undesirable makes it even better. Now…I have to get back to work…I will be back later tonight and there will be no more talk of this @#%$ of yours. Do you understand what it is that I am saying…DO YOU”

In a complete state of shock, Liz nods her head, falling back against the couch as Max releases the grip that he held on her. “You got what looks like another one of those damn wedding planning videos in the mail today…I want you to watch it…making sure to take notes…you will not @#%$ up this wedding for me…am I making myself clear Liz Parker”


“OMG” Liz sobs, as she hears the front door of her apartment slam shut, leaving her alone to contemplate what it was that just happened between her and Max. The truth was that Max was changing, where he was once the sweetest most loving man she had ever known, but now he was changing. He was colder, distant and more conniving. In short he was becoming just like his father.

Max’s father had never been fond of Liz, he had made it blatantly clear to her on many occasions that he did not deem her worthy enough for his son. In his eyes she was and would always be just another waitress in a cheesy café, a woman that was considered among one of the thousands of undesirables in Roswell, a woman that he felt would keep his only son from capturing the political brass ring. He had even offered her a rather large cash settlement if she would move away from Roswell and leave Max forever. Liz had kindly declined his offer, and vowed to never tell Max what it was that his father had done.

To Max, his father was god like in stature, always better then the average person, and it was one of the many attributes that he had passed down to his son. When Max lost his father in a car accident, it was her and her alone that nursed his aching heart and life had never been the same for them since that day.

Slowly she pulls herself from the couch, stumbling nervously to the hall table and the parcel addressed to her. Picking it off the table, she rips off the brown paper, tossing into a waist basket as she makes her way to the VCR. She reads the label before inserting it into the VCR. “Wedding do’s and DON’T’S” was all the label said…there was no company name and whoever had printed the plain label had printed the word don’t in bold, large letter. Coming to the conclusion that it was just an error on someone’s parts, she inserts the tape and presses the play button.


Knock Knock

“Come in”

“Max Evan’s”

“Yes…I’m Max Evan’s…can I help you”

“Great I found you”

“Ok…now that you have found me…what can I do for you”

“Actually…it is more like what can I do for you. My name is Tess and I am from Luscious Babes and this is an early wedding present to you from one of the people closest to you”

Confusion enters her mind as she watches the tape, instead of finding information of planning a wedding she was watching some woman talk to Max in his office…and just what was Luscious Babes. Liz picks up the label, rereading it before focusing her attention back towards the television.

“Sorry…all fees have been paid and it is time for me to perform the services that your friend paid for. So…just sit back and relax and let me do all the work”

“Look…really I don’t have time…” he argues, cutting himself short as the woman pulls a tape player out of her bag and begins sashaying to the music as it begins to fill the room.

“Have you ever had a lap dance before Mr. Evan’s” she asks as she straddles the lower half of his body against his chair. “I am venturing a wild guess that you have not”

“No…no…never” he stammers as she continues to grind against his rapidly growing erection.

Then I will make it as painless as possible for you…or as painful as possible…depending on what you are into”

“Pain….I like pain” he groans, as she lays her hand flat against his now bulging member. “Oh…how I love pain”

“Then pain it is” she whispers, flicking her tongue agaist his ear. “Now get those @#%$ clothes off…NOW”

It was like watching the scene of a deadly accident, you want to turn you head and look away from the carnage, but you find that you just can’t. Tears pour down her face as she watches a very naked Max have sex with a short blonde bimbo. She didn’t know if she was crying over the fact that his first sexual experience was with a complete stranger, or the fact that she had been stupid enough to listen to Max when it came to her virginity.

Max and Liz had vowed to save themselves for their impending wedding night. Well, Max had forced her to make this vow. Liz on many occasions in the beginning of their relationship had tried to seduce Max, she was tired of waiting and making love to him had seemed so natural to her, but after each attempt , she was to be rebuffed time and time again until she gave up on her ideas of seduction. He already dominated most aspects of her life, what was one more.

“Sean” she whispers into the empty apartment. He was the only one that could cure the ache that had lodged itself in her heart. She needed to feel his arms around her, needed to hear his words of comfort as he held her. Grabbing his discarded leather jacket from the couch, she places it to her nose, inhaling the scent that was so him. There was no time to waste, she had to see him and this time she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

Rushing for the door, she flings it open nearly knocking a startled Zan down the narrow staircase.

EARLIER AT KYLE”S HOUSE

“I just have to get my @#%$ and then we can go” Zan deadly states as he walks into the house, Tess trailing behind him. “Well…hurry up…I can’t wait until I can announce to the world that I am Mrs. Zan Evan’s”

“Whatever” he grumbles, entering the house, walking straight into the room, which he was staying in, slamming the door behind him.

“This tape is absolutely awesome” Kyle states, never taking his eyes off the screen on the television where Tess’s rendezvous with Max played. “I didn’t even know that it was possible to do some of the positions I’ve seen here,” he continues, pulling his eyes briefly from the tape, leering at Tess with lust in his eyes.

“Yes…I must admit it is one of my best works of art,” she giggles, sitting down besides an extremely aroused Kyle. “And just how many times have you watched this tape” A giggle erupts from her lips as she surveys his bulging erection.

“Um…well several times in fact. It is as you said, it is a work of art”

“Thanks” she says, rubbing her hand along the outer layer of his jeans. “I’m glad that your enjoying it…and if it weren’t for me marrying Zan in just a few short hours…I could have shown you for real some of those positions that you were so shocked about”

“@#%$ Zan…you need a real man…and I am just the man for the job”

Zan stands in the hallway surveying the game of cat and mouse that Kyle and Tess are playing. It was obvious that they were two peas in a pod, and that Kyle, not Zan should be the one to be with her. He didn’t love Tess, he would never love Tess, the thought of touching her repulsed him, but the feeling of spending the rest of his life with her was enough to send him over the edge.

“Tess…I need to talk to you…alone”

“Bet he wants to @#%$ me before we become official” she winked at Kyle, giving his erection one last squeeze before exiting the living room.

“Lucky sons of a bitch” Kyle says to an empty room, groaning in frustration at the thought of Zan, and not him making love to the gorgeous temptress.

“Tess…why do you want to marry me” Zan asked as soon as she walks into the room.

“What…we made a deal and your not going to back out of it now”

“I want to know what it is about me that makes you want to spend the rest of your life with me”

“Rest of my life. Geez…that sounds like such a long time”

“Answer the question,” he growls, standing in front of her, waiting for an answer.

“Alright…alright. Why do I want to marry you” she repeats the question, deep in thought as she searches for an answer. “Well…you are the man. You are awesome in bed and there is nothing better then @#%$ a man that is almost at good at it as me. You create the most beautiful motorcycles in the world and I know that once word gets out…with my help of course…that you will be loaded. You are…”

“Are those your only reasons for wanting to marry me…because you like the way that I @#%$ you and my impending riches. What about love…what about family…what about commitment”

“Love…family…commitment” she question, clearly confused at his words.

“Yes…I want a family. I want a woman that loves me for me. I want to live in a house with a white picket fence as I play with my children. I want a wife that I love with everything that I am and her me. I want us to be so deeply in love with each other that anything that life throws us we can handle…as long as we have each other. I want that Tess…I want the perfect family…and you can I both know that that won’t be possible between the two of us. I don’t love you Tess…and you sure as hell don’t love me. I know that we had a deal…but I just can’t marry you”

“Don’t you even think for one fuckin second that you are backing out of your end of the deal. I kept my end of it…and it is not time for you to pay up. So…grab you @#%$ and get you ass on that hog of yours, because we are going to Vegas…and we are going to be married and if you don’t keep your promise…then you can best bet that I will make sure that everyone in Roswell knows that it was you, the forgotten twin of Max Evan’s that was the mastermind behind the upheaval of Roswell’s golden boy.

“I know that you’re not threatening me” Zan hisses, looking into her unfazed blue eyes.

“Oh…this is not a threat…it is a bonifide promise. You think that just because your having second thoughts, that I will forget about our deal. Not likely…and I don’t know where this love and family @#%$ is coming from…but you will marry me. You will make a success of your business and you will keep me happy and content in the lifestyle that I deserve. Now…get your @#%$ and lets get going”

An uncontrollable rage rushes over Zan and before he can think logically, he has a stunned and frantically struggling Tess pinned to the wall by her throat. “I don’t know who the @#%$ you think that you are talking to exactly…but no one and I mean no one talks to me like that” he roars. “Especially little whores who think that they can blackmail me”

“Zan…stop…can’t breath” he gushes as she struggles for breath as he increases the pressure, stopping any flow of air into her windpipe.

“YOU LISTEN TO ME…AND YOU LISTEN TO ME GOOD” he continues, slamming a blue-faced Tess into the wall once again. “WE ARE NOT GETTING MARRIED…YOU WILL NOT TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS…AND YOU WILL KEEP YOUR @#%$ MOUTH SHUT. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOUR GOING TO KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT…DO YOU. WELL…LET ME TELL YOU…CAUSE IF YOUR DON’T I SWEAR TO @#%$ THAT I WILL KILL YOU. YOU SEEM TO FORGET LITTLE GIRL THAT I GREW UP WITH DEATH ALL AROUND ME…AND KILLING YOU WOULD BE JUST LIKE KILLING A FLY. NOW…YOU GET YOUR SCANKY ASS AWAY FROM ME. I WANT YOU ON A PLANE AND HEADED BACK TO NEW YORK. OH…AND JUST ONE MORE THING TESS…IF YOU COME ANYWHERE NEAR ME…OR MY SHOP…WELL YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT I WILL DO TO YOU” Releasing his grip from around her neck, he watches as she slumps to the floor, gasping for breath.

“HEY GUYS” Kyle shouts excitedly, running down the hallway, banging on Zan’s closed bedroom door. “They just made a new announcement about a mysterious that that was sent to our local news station and the down fall of one of Roswell’s political hopeful…and we all know who that is now don’t we. Come on guys…wrap it up…we have to celebrate. Come on…open the damn door and lets…” Kyle cuts his sentence short as the door to the bedroom is thrown open and an extremely pissed Zan comes storming out, knocking him into the wall as he passes. “Hey…where the hell are you going…come back here” Sounds of extremely loud whining catches his attention, peering into the room he finds Tess slumped on the floor gasping for breath. “What the @#%$…Tess are you alright…talk to me…are you ok…what the hell happened here”

“He went back on his word…he won’t marry me” she howls.

“Well…then @#%$ him. If he doesn’t want to marry a babe as beautiful as you then screw him…its his loss”

“Really…you really think that I am beautiful”

“You’re a knockout and if he can’t see that…well then he doesn’t deserve you”

Before Kyle can utter another word, Tess launches her body against his, knocking them both to the floor, ripping his shirt open as she sends button flying everywhere. “Now…lets find out if the real thing is as good as the taped version”


OUTSIDE LIZ’S APARTMENT

“I’m sorry Liz…I love you. No…that isn’t right. Liz…I need to talk to you. I know that I am to blame for the downfall of the man that you love. No…hell no…that isn’t right either. Liz…I love you…I need you…I want you. NO…DAMMIT ZAN…GET IT TOGETHER. Liz…I know that I can never make up for all the hurt and pain that I have caused you…but know this…I love you…and I just can’t bare the thought of not having you in my life. Yes…yes…that’s it” he rehearses the words that he longs to express to the woman that he loves. “Ok…Zan…you can do this…just knock on the door and be honest with her and then you’ll just have to deal with the aftermath”

Raising his hand, he goes to knock on the door, only to have it ripped open, producing a hysterical Liz as she collides with him, almost sending him falling down the stairs. “LIZ…LIZ…WHATS WRONG” he asks panic stricken by the look on her face. The truth was he already knew, he knew that she had already watched the tape of Max and Tess. She doesn’t say a word, just throws herself into his strong arms, allowing her sobs to over take her.

“You…you didn’t tell me that you were engaged to be married”

“Liz…I…NO…NO. I’m not engaged to be married…I”

Maria…she heard her…heard her say that you were eloping to Vegas. I…I saw her…saw the way that she touched you.

“What you saw…it isn’t what you think. She doesn’t love me…and I sure as hell don’t love her. I only love one person and she is the one that is in my arms right now” he replies quietly, pulling her tighter into his embrace. “I love you Liz…I can’t it explain it…but I do”

He feels her pull out of his embrace, a look unlike any he has ever seen covers her face. “Liz…” he says, terror filling his heart. He watches as she takes first one, then another step away from him. “Liz…please…I…”

Daintily she raises her hand out to him, taking another step backwards.

Nervously, he takes it into his and allows her to lead him down the hallway and into a side room. Looking around the room he quickly realizes that this isn’t just any bedroom, this is her bedroom. His eyes fall on the bed, and all sorts of thoughts spring through his mind, but he pushes them aside, he had to tell her everything first and then if she still wanted him around they could move to the next step. “Liz…I…we need to talk…there is something very important that I need to tell you”

“No…no more talk. I am tired of talking. I only want you to make love to me” she whispers, placing her index finger against his lips. “Make love to me Sean”

“I want nothing more then to make love to you…but not until after I have told you everything about me…and what has happened”

“Please Sean…don’t make me beg” she pleads with him, taking his hand and placing it over her breast. “Please…”

The look of complete lust in her eyes, pushes all thoughts of truth and revelation out of his mind, as he sweeps her off her feet and lies with her on the bed.


Chapter Ten

He couldn’t believe the sensations that were running through his body as he held her against his own. Coherent thought was not an option, as all that he could think about was the way that her body fit perfectly against his, and just how truly perfect they could be once they fully came together, body, mind and soul. Visions of happiness flashed through his mind, him and Liz getting married, moving into their dream house, Liz pregnant and the birth of their children, a healthy set of twin girls. He could see it all and consequences be damned, for he was determined to make it happen.

Zan attacked her lips with such intensity that it literally takes Liz’s breath away, but in truth she doesn’t care for she would rather die from lack of oxygen from his kissing her, then to spend another minute without him in her life. Running his tongue along the contours of her bottom lip, she knows that he is asking for permission to enter the darkest recesses of her mouth and without a moments hesitation she allows him entry. Slowly he explores her eager mouth, running his tongue along her own with such a tender intensity that it sends chills up her spin. “I love you Liz” she hears him murmur against her kiss swollen lips as he continues his ministrations.

“I love you too,” she moans in reply. “Make love to me Sean”

With trembling hands, he gently begins to remove the buttons of her shirt, exposing her bra-clad body as he does. He looks onto her brown eyes to gain permission to advance with his exploring, and is greeted with complete love and trust. She tries to help him remove what was left of her clothing, only to have him tenderly bring her hands to his lips, placing a small kiss on both as he lays them at her side. “Lets not rush. I want to go slow…to make this as pleasurable for you as possible. I want to be the one to undress you and you to undress me. I want this to be special for us…can you understand that”

“I understand,” she whispers, tears glistening in her eyes as she stares into his beautiful hazel ones. His eyes, they speak volumes to her. They speak of the love, trust and lust that he holds for her, but there was more, they also screamed out about the hurt and pain that he had experienced in his past, a past that she was slowly piecing together, a past that she was determined to get to the bottom of, if only she could get past the way that his touch was making her body hum with pleasure.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world” he sighs, removing her blue jeans and reveling in the sight of her nearly naked body before him. “So beautiful”

“Now…it is my turn,” she giggles, a blush covering her whole body at the sound of his words. Hesitantly she wraps her arms around his shoulders, rolling him onto his back as she straddles his hips. She longs to feel the warmth of his skin, the way that his muscles jump at her touch as she runs her hands over his chiseled chest. Moans great her ears as she works her way under his shirt, lifting it up over his head. “Wow” she whispers, as the full extent of his muscled chest comes into view. She knows that he has the looks of a Greek god, but she hadn’t even begun to realize that he was built like one also. A giggle escapes her lips, as she notices what appear to be the two tiny dumbbells protruding from his nipples. “OMG…doesn’t that hurt,” she asks looking from his pierced nipples, and into his lust filled eyes.

“It only hurts if you don’t touch them,” he responds huskily.

“Then…lets not prolong your hurting” she retorts, taking a sensitive nipple into her warm mouth.

“@#%$…@#%$…oh god,” his moans continue, as she tenderly nips at his bare chest, her hands wandering below the equator of his waistband. “@#%$” is his reply as her hand brushes his every hardening erection.
He feels as if he is underwater, feels imaginary tides rushing through his ears as she removes his tight leather pants. The sensations that this was causing to burst throughout him were absolutely incredible and he never wants these feelings to end. He hears her gasp as his manhood springs free, for he is not one to wear underwear.

“Liz…what’s wrong” he asks panic evident in his voice, as he watches a fearful look cover her beautiful face, but before he can get a response from her, he feels her warm, moist mouth devouring every inch of his hardened manhood. The sensations of invisible waters rush through his ears as her mouth works it’s magic, but, just as quickly as it appears, it disappears as the reality of the situation comes into view.

“LIZ…NO…WE CAN’T” he shrieks, pulling his painfully erect penis from the warm recesses of her mouth. “I have to tell you everything before we go any farther”

“Sean…I”

“MY NAME ISN’T SEAN DAMMIT” he replies gruffly and with lightening speed he extracts himself from her grasp. Grabbing the sheet from the bed, he wraps it around his waist. He begins to pace the floor trying to get his body under control as he inhales and exhales several times before he begins. “I’ve been lying to you this whole time. I am not Sean…I am…”

“You are Alexander William Evan’s” she interrupts him, getting off the bed and walking up to the chair that he now sits in. “You are the twin brother of Maxwell Albert Evan’s both of Roswell New Mexico. Your parents are Diane and Phillip Evan’s also of Roswell. You….”

“You knew all this time”

“No…not the whole time. I had to piece it together…but the biggest piece of evidence is your face and the look of complete devastation when I explained about your father.

“Liz…I am so sorry. I never wanted to lie to you…never meant to hurt you”

“Hurt me…Sean. I mean Zan…” she cries, sitting down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, looking deep into his tear filled eyes. “You never hurt me. You may not have told me the truth about your name or why you are really here…but you never hurt me. I knew that you were telling the truth when you spoke to me, your eyes they told me all that I needed to know. When you told me that you loved me for the first time…I knew that you were speaking the truth and your little secret became less and less important. The only thing that matters is the way that you make me feel when were together. I love you Zan”

“I meant every word of what I told you. I love you Liz Parker…I have from the very moment I laid eyes on you. You have to believe me…I would never lie to you about something as important as that”

“I do…I believe you”

“Liz…there is more that I have to tell you”

“No…” she says placing her fingers against his lips. “No more talk…I just want to feel your body besides mine…feel your lips as they kiss my own. Make love to me Zan”

No longer able to resist the call of her body, Zan picks up his love and carries her to the bed once again laying her against the softness of the throw pillows. Following her down, he gently kisses her lips, running his hands through her silky locks.

With more confidence, he removes her bra, exposing her tender breasts. He begins to run his tongue between the valley of her breast, capturing a swollen nipple between his teeth as he cries out in ecstasy. He knows that he has pleased her as sounds of excitement roll from her beautiful lips. Exchanging one for the other, he continues to nip and suckle her chest region.

Sounds of frustration are now heard as he removes his mouth from her touch sensitive breasts, working his way down to her midriff. He loves the taste of her skin, the smell of womanhood that emanates off of her body as he continues to make his way to Mecca. Her scent is overpowering, uncontrollable and completely intoxicating and nothing is more important to him at this moment then to taste her essence.

Gently he moves his hands under her firm round buttocks, placing his hands against her skin under the last stitch of clothing that she wore, removing it in one quick tug, tossing it onto the ground below. His need to taste her over powers his senses, as he plunges his tongue into her wetness.

Her screams of pleasure echo through his ears as she arches upwards into his more then eager mouth, allowing him more access to her succulent juices. “OMG Zan…don’t stop. Please don’t stop”

“Of that I have no intention” he speaks against her clitoris, the vibrations of his words sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her fevered body. Winding her hands through his hair, she guides his mouth to the place that she needs it most and finds herself arching uncontrollable against his pleasure providing tongue once he follows her urgings.

She had never experienced pleasure, as she was experiencing now. She had tried to get Max to do the things that Zan was doing to her right now, but he had blatantly refused, stating that it was dirty and unnatural and that she should feel ashamed to be thinking such things and yet as dirty as it was according to Max to pleasure her in that way, he never felt it to dirty to have it done to him. Nightly, as if on a schedule, he would come to her home, where the evening would start as any other. Foreplay on the couch, nothing to serious since they were saving themselves for their wedding night, and yet somehow she always seemed to end the evening with his penis down her throat and then she would receive a kiss on the check as he headed out the door. She wanted to pleasure Max, but each and every time that this happened she would only feel cheap and tawdry.

Yet, with Zan it is different, he wants to pleasure her, wants to make her as happy as she can be and expects nothing more then she can offer him. With Max, he always made her feel like a dirty little girl, and yet as Zan continues his ministrations, she feels anything but dirty.


Her moaning persist, but with a more frequent intensity as he continues to rub his tongue along the outer lips of her womanhood. He had never done the things that he was doing to Liz before and he hopes that he is doing it correctly, but if the sounds and response from her body was any indication, he feels that he must be doing something right. Tracing his tongue around her little nub, he feels the pressure on his head increase as she grips it harder, encouraged, he takes the nub wholly into his mouth suckling like a new born babe.

Her body, it stiffens as he suckles even harder. “Oh Yes…that’s it…right there…don’t stop…please don’t stop…don’t stop…don’t stop…doooonnnn’t stooooop” she screams as her first non-inflicted orgasm washes over her. “OMG Zan…that was amazing” she pants heavily, trying to recapture her lost breath, as Zan pulls aways from her now dripping core.

“I need you Liz,” he moans before reaching her lips and savagely attacking them as he guides his rock hard member to the place where his mouth just departed. Self control aborted, he plunges steadfastly into her hot core. He hears her cry out in pain as he reaches a barrier and just as quickly as he finds it, it is gone. “Liz…why didn’t you tell me” he whispers astonished to find that she was still a virgin.

“I didn’t want it to be a big deal…and besides I wanted you to be my first…wanted to give it to you”

“Liz…I…I”

“Please Zan…don’t stop. I want…I need you to continue”

Tenderly he begins to move inside her, allowing her to get past the pain. Once she becomes accustom to him, gently is not an option as his needs overpower him and he begins to thrust inside her. “Liz…Liz…are you ready,” he pants, as he feels his impending orgasm building. “Liiiz…ready…Liiiz”

“Ready Zan” she cries out, arching up her back up to meet his powerful thrusts. “I love you Zaaan”

With her words of love ricocheting through his mind, and with one finial thrust he brings them both over the edge with a mind blowing orgasm. “I love you Liz,” he groans, laying his head atop her chest as they both fight for much needed air.

“Me too” she replies giddily, wrapping her arms around his neck, as he snuggles deeper into her heaving chest. Before either of them realizes it they drift off into a contented sleep, smiles crossing both their faces in the safety of each other’s arms



Chapter Eleven

“Good morning sleepy” she greets him, as his eyes gently flutter open.

“Is it morning already” he groans sleepily, pulling her back into his arms as she lays her head on his chest.

“Technically yes…it’s about two”

“Too early to get up…whatever shall we do till then” he teases, flipping her under his hard body, causing a spell of giggles to erupt from her lips. “I bet you that I can come up with a few ideas…if you can’t…that is”

“Oh…I do have a few ideas and they all involve food”

“Food” he grins, nipping at her breast, still tender from the bout of lovemaking they shared not more then a few hours before. “I like the sound of that” Careful not to ignore the others, he runs his tongue from one nipple to the next; sucking it deeply into his mouth once he reaches it. “I like the sound of that”

I bet you do,” she giggles devilishly, arching up onto his body as he continues to move from one breast to the next. “But I was thinking more along the lines of eating”

“So was I” he grins, wriggling his eyebrows at her.

“ZAN” he giggles, a blush thoroughly covering her still nude body.

“What” he feigns innocence as a monstrous sound comes from her stomach region. “OMG…what was that”

“See…I told you that I was hungry”

“Come on hungry lady” he groans, reluctantly releasing her from his grasp and rolling off her body. Picking up his discarded shirt off the floor he pulls it over her head, pacing a kiss on her lips as her head pops out. “Lets go find something for you to eat…and something for me to eat off you for later”

“ZAN” her giggles continue, watching him get off the bed as he struggles into his leather pants. She had to resist the urge to lick the corded muscles of his strong back. She marveled at the difference in size and stature between Zan and Max. Where Max was well built, he was nothing compared to the finely developed machine of a man that stood before her. She doesn’t know what comes over her, nor does she care as she launches herself from the bed, landing onto his broad manly back. Being with Zan had brought out a side of Liz that she never thought that she would see again. The fun carefree side, a side that just went with the flow that allowed her to enjoy all that life had to offer.

“Keep that up…and you may never eat again” he laughs happily for the first time in what feels like forever. Wrapping his large hands around her thighs, he takes off in a fevered run down the hallway, leading her towards the front door. “ZAAAAAN…slow down” she squeals into his ear, her arms wrapped around his neck so tightly she takes his breath away, but he doesn’t care, he loves to hear the high pitched squeals of delight that he hears from her. It is a sound that he knows he will never tire of, a sound that he plans to hear for the rest of his life.


Chapter Twelve

He couldn’t believe how sexy she looked, wearing only his shirt, standing in front of the hot stove cooking breakfast for the two of them. Life was good, all the pain and suffering of his youth was now gone, replaced with the love that he held for her. He knows that it is a bit soon to ask, but he knows, knows that she is the one that he wants to spend the rest of his life with. He can’t imagine what his life would be now without her by his side. Just the thought alone sends chills racing through out his body and fearfully he clutches at her from behind, bringing her body tightly against his. He had been alone growing up, never expected to have anyone love him, let alone a woman as beautiful as Liz. He couldn’t lose her, cause if he did he didn’t think that he could breath, much less survive.

“You ok” she asks concerned, looking over her shoulder at the terrified look that now covers his face. Tighter he pulls her against him causing a panic to rise in Liz as she feels the tremors that are covering his body. “Zan…are you”

“Don’t ever leave me” he whispers, cutting her off as he lays his head in the crook of her neck. “Just promise that you won’t ever leave me”

Turning to face him, she places her hands on either side of his face and brings his face forward to meet her gaze. “Hey…where is this coming from. I’m not going anywhere. That isn’t only a promise…it is a one hundred percent guarantee. Zan…your back in my life after all these years…you have made me the happiest I have every been in the few short days that you have been back into my life…do you honestly think that I would just let you go again without a fight. I love you Zan…and nothing will every come between us again…nothing”

‘I hope your right” he whispers, pulling away from the warmth of her body as she tries to pull her into her embrace. “I have a lot to tell you. Growing up was hard for me…I did things that I’m not proud of…things that have made me the man that I am today. I want to tell you everything Liz…but I am afraid that once I do…you won’t want to be with me anymore”

“That could never happen” she replies confidently, food forgotten as she leads him to a corner booth inside the CrashDown, taking his hand as she sits down across from him. “I know that you have a lot to tell me…but just know that what ever you tell me won’t affect the love that I feel for you”

“I don’t know where to start” he states agitated, releasing her hands, sliding out of the booth as he begins to pace the floor. She wants to run to him, wrap her arms around him and make all the pain go away, but she knows that she can’t, that he has to work through this on his own, and so she sits and waits for him to begin.

Running his hand through his already spiky hair, his pacing continues as he begins his story. “It isn’t true…obviously…or I wouldn’t be here with you”

Why then” she asks, her heart breaking at the look of complete devastation that now crosses his face.

I got into some trouble…drugs. @#%$ Valenti got me started and once that happened it was basically the beginning of the end. I tried to get help. I even went to them…but they just dismissed me…told me that I was just trying to get attention and then I got busted for holding Kyle’s @#%$ in my locker at school. Right after that is when they came and took me” he cries, pain evident in his voice, as with without warning the floodgates broke open as old pain was again brought to the surface.

“Zan…” she cries, attempting to go to him.

“No…Please let me finish” he states, wiping the tears from his eyes. “I need to get this all out into the open” He sees the look of hurt on her face, but he knows that she understands as she nods, a tiniest hint of a smile crossing her lips. “So…they came and took me. I was thrown into a van and brought to Banfield home for troubled youth. This place…it is hell on earth. The first few years was hell for me…until Sean took me under his wing and showed me the ropes. I did thing…such horrible thing…but it was necessary at the time to avoid the torture that was inflicted daily on others”

“Your parents…they knew…they did this” she asks, already knowing the answer.

“Knew…hell…they paid Sean ten thousand dollars to take me. “Can you believe that…ten thousand lousy fuckin dollars was paid so that his precious political future wasn’t marred by his @#%$ up son”

“Sean…he took you under his wing” she ask confused. “If he was the one that kidnapped you…why did he take you under his wing”

“I don’t know…guilt…penance…truth is it didn’t matter. He took care of me…loved me when nobody else did. He has done so much for me Liz…he pulled strings and got me time away from that hellhole so I could learn all there was to know about bike repair…because he knew it was my passion. He was so determined that I was going to make a life for myself after Banfield that he bought me a garage. A place of my own where I can build the kind of bikes that I love. He even enrolled me in night school so I can get my GED” Zan smiles thinking of the old man that had become a father figure to him.

“Sounds like he loves you a lot”

“He does…and I love him. He was the father that I never had and he has been absolutely wonderful to me” he whispers, leaning against the wall, sliding to the floor below. Tears course down his cheeks, as he looks at the girl that he loves. “but why couldn’t they love me Liz…why couldn’t they love me for me. Am I such a horrible person that they couldn’t love me. I just want to know why they couldn’t love me”

Her own tears fall as she watches Zan sobbing uncontrollable on the cold hard floor. “OMG Zan…” she cries falling to her knees, wrapping her arms around his shaking frame in an effort to comfort the man that she loves more then life itself. “Do