Into The Abyss

Author: AU. Antarians invaded Earth in the 1950's, so they're used to living around each other openly. Maria is a human rights protester against the aliens and Michael is an Antarian soldier.

Distribution: Sure take it, just e-mail the URL afterwards.

Disclaimer: The plot and characters that are not in Roswell are mine; the rest doesn't belong to me.

Prologue

She was in my dreams again, that nameless beauty with hair like sunshine and eyes that sparkled like emeralds. She was dancing at the Royals' ball. No, the word dancing does not do justice to describe the sheer grace and seductive (yet very ladylike) manner that exuded from her petite body. Her silky, dark green, corset-dress swished across the floor, making a very soothing accompaniment to the music. She gave me small sideways looks now and again; a faint smirk appeared on her lips as she caught me staring.

I stepped forward, ready to start dancing with her as the next song came on. She sent me the sexiest, melt-me-into-a-pool-of-mush smile I had ever seen, blue and green expensive stones sparkled in her hair, making a halo around her piled up golden curls. Her green eyes shimmered with mirth, her dark red lips slightly pouted; she started towards me. I felt something stir in me that hadn't stirred since Hazel died.

Her expression changed, it turned to horror, utter horror. Her wide eyes were fixated on something behind me, I turned, it was the enemy's soldiers! Everything suddenly became confusing; there was shouting and screams of terror, guns being shot and about a hundred rich, snotty people started pushing forwards in panic, acting like wild herds of buffalo instead of the civilised upper class ladies and gentlemen they pretended to be, trampling everyone that got in the way.

More shots from the gun, the unknown goddess stopped pushing, her gaze turned into shock and a small grimace of pain, a stain of dark red appeared on her dress. She crumpled to the floor, her blood so dark it was purple; the smell hit me like a wave of noxious perfume. I cried out and bent down beside her, the thought of losing her before I knew her name sent sparks of fear down my spine. She opened her mouth; she was trying to say something! Suddenly harsh coughs racked her body; blood came up in her hand.

"Don't say anything, save your strength." I pleaded but I knew it was hopeless.

"Abeo efficio nobis pars." She whispered hoarsely, then her eyes closed and her hand went slack in mine. I sat down and stared at her lifeless body in shock; my brain whirled over and over as it tried to make sense of it all. There were more screams as I finally snapped back into the real world and then suddenly I felt a deep pain in my head. I fell down onto the floor. Blackness threatened to consume me until…

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