Author: heavenly-vixen aka Ally
Email: team_x_4eva@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13 with sexual references
Disclaimer: Me no Own
Description: 3rd part in the Denial Series. Tag to “Ask Not”.
Acknowledgements: To everyone who reviewed my fics. Thank you so much for your
support and to Sezza. A great beta and a great friend. Thanks everyone :hugz
MAX: We are not voting on this, Michael. I've made my decision. That is the
end of it.
MICHAEL: You know, Maxwell, I don't remember this other life we're supposed to have lived, but I do know I was your trusted second-in-command, and I am pretty damned sure that you used to listen to me.
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Michael stormed down the halls of West Roswell High. As usual Max wouldn’t listen to anything he said and now they were in danger. Michael could feel the anger engulfing his body. He pushed it down as far as he could but it threatened to over power him. He needed to calm down. He needed a fix.
Maria Deluca walked slowly towards her next class. She really wasn’t in the mood for algebra but then again she hadn’t been in the mood for anything lately. Ever since this whole destiny thing erupted around everyone and Michael had come to her, her life had been unrecognizable as hers. Taking a deep breath she pushed all thoughts of Michael and aliens to the back of her mind. That is until an arm shot out and grabbed her, pulling her into a dingy little room she recognized as the Eraser Room.
Maria looked up into the deep brown eyes of the cause of her heartache. Michael grabbed her roughly and kissed her deeply. He started trailing hard, passion filled kisses along her jaw and neckline. As he moved, his grip on her tightened more and more until Maria found herself in physical pain at the hands of Michael Guerin. His kisses and his hands were violent and painful. A tear fell silently down her cheek as his teeth grazed her neck, almost drawing blood.
“Michael… Please you’re hurting me.” Michael didn’t hear her pleas. He continued, the passion in his body rising and rising forcing him to take it out on the blonde before him. His passion was not fueled by love or lust, but anger and that made for a very dangerous Spaceboy.
“Michael, let me go… please… you’re hurting me Michael.” Her voice came out in a quite sob as she struggled to push him away. Suddenly Michael pulled away, as her words broke his wall of anger and cut straight through to his heart. The last thing Michael ever wanted to do was hurt Maria. Yet here he was, hurting her. He glanced at her arms, where his hands were holding her against the wall. Bruises were already starting to form there, his hands easily distinguishable against her milky white skin. He’d damaged her. Breathing heavily he took a step back from her.
Maria’s body shook with the fear Michael was creating within her. She never thought that she’d be afraid of this boy, yet she found herself resting against the wall, the fear shaking her tiny body. Michael gently reached out and stroked the marks his hands made on her arm. She closed her eyes as the familiar tingling ran through her body. His touch could always create electricity. When he pulled away, she looked down and noticed that the bruises were gone. Her eyes shot up to his and noticed the pain that lay in their depths. Stepping closer to him wearily she pulled Michael in for a gentle embrace.
“What’s wrong Michael?” Michael never answered her. He just took his comfort in the warmth of her embrace, swearing he’d never hurt her again.
THE END