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Title:
Lure of the Siren
Author: Sobia Helen
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Category: Other
Rating: U, PG
Spoilers: Post Destiny
Distribution: Let me know first: AphroditeH@aol.com
Summary: Liz finds out the truth about
Tess. Liz POV.
Inspirations: Pike & Xena
Dedications: To Jess for making the amazing
banner. To Tzippy for beta-ing this. And to
the b-club, 'cause "Evil doth prevail." :)
"Aleph am I,
From mine unfathomable will
The Universe hath its beginning.
In my boundless wisdom
Are the types and patterns
Of all things."
----From The Book of Tokens
~*~*~
There was something about Tess. Well, OK, she was an
alien, but there was more to it than just that. She had a
glow about her. Everything seemed more illuminated in her
presence. It was as if every star in heaven shined
through her. She had grace and beauty, power and mystery.
It was as if she was the center of the universe and the
rest of us just merely revolved around her. It was just a
thought. But it was closer to the truth than I would've
expected.
~*~*~
"Guys can be such jerks! I wish Kyle would fall off
a chair and break his neck."
Those were the words that came out of Tess' mouth the day
her and Kyle broke up. And the amazing thing was that the
next day, it happened. Yes, the very next day, Kyle
Valenti fell off a chair and broke his neck.
That wasn't the first time something like that had
happened. But it was definitely the first time I had
noticed. That was the beginning of my quest to solve the
puzzle called Tess Harding.
~*~*~
Sometimes, I wondered if Tess really was who she said she
was. She did have the incredible ability to make the
impossible seem possible. There were lots of things I
wondered about her. And I wasn't sure that I wanted the
answers to all my questions about Tess.
I was a science person all the way. I wanted answers to
everything. In my quest for knowledge, I had lost the
innocence of my childhood. I had forgotten how to
appreciate the mystery of the creation. Until Tess came
along.
Tess made me feel things I never had before. She made me
want to wonder and be glad when I didn't know something.
She was a mystery to me, and I liked it that way.
She made me want to know the joy of wonderment. And I
loved her for it.
Our first encounter had been brief but revolutionizing.
It had been in a school hallway where she had bumped into
me. She had apologized and was gone before I had
recovered. I had stood there, staring after her, for what
seemed like hours.
I had always hated mythology; it was too unscientific for
me. Nevertheless, my mind had gone back to the tale of
Medusa as I stood there frozen. I had remembered reading
that in the original myth, it was the beauty of Medusa's
face, rather than her hedious hair that made men and
beasts alike turn to stone.
She made me wonder about things I didn't believe in. And
I feared her for it.
The next day, she had seemed to have quite the same
effect on Max. He had stood there, staring at her,
unaware to the fact that his flesh was burning. Again, my
thoughts had gone back to mythology. This time, I had
wondered if Psyche had looked anything like Tess.
Even then I knew that Tess had a hold over Max. Over
everyone, it seemed. And suddenly, I wasn't so sure about
what Max and I had.
She made me doubt in things I knew were real. And I hated
her for it.
Tess. Tess. Tess. Just the name stirred so much emotions
in me that I almost felt nothing. I feared her, I hated
her. I envied her, I loved her. I wanted her, I wanted to
be her.
~*~*~
Tess and Kyle had gotten together the day after Max and I
got back together. And they had broken up just as
abruptly. It had been almost a year since the aliens had
found and forsaken their destiny. Maria and Michael were
currently on the off stage of their on-off relationship,
and had been for some time now. Alex and Isabel had never
really gotten past the 'taking it slow' stage. Max and I
were move in love than ever.
But that was about to change, I feared.
In the last year, Tess had became somewhat a part of our
group. She had stayed on the outside, yet still involved.
Only Tess could have done that. Some might have called
her indifferent; I knew otherwise. She had a compassion
for everyone, at the same time, she stayed curiously
unattached. That was another thing that I loved and
envied in her.
To say that things got strange following Kyle's death
would be an understatement. Reality itself went to hell
after that.
~*~*~
Tess and I had came to a mutual understanding since the
days of the destiny persuasion. We had even became
friends. Yet still I feared and anticipated the day Tess
would want Max again. I was afraid that this time around,
Max would realize what he was missing.
I didn't, for a second, doubt in the love Max and I had
for each other. But there was just something about Tess.
One could hate her and still can't help being drawn to
her. I knew how that felt.
~*~*~
Two weeks had gone by since Kyle's funeral. Everything
was back to normal. Hardly anyone remembered the tragedy
anymore. Of course it had been devastating when it had
happened, but life went on.
It was a Friday night and almost the time to close down
the cafe. Maria and I worked as the few last customers
finished up.
After closing down most of the front part, I headed back
to the kitchen. I was stopped short by Isabel's presence
though. She sat on the counter and talked softly as
Michael cleaned up. I stood there, not knowing what was
stopping me from going in any further. Maybe it was the
rarely seen smile on Michael's face as he listened to
Isabel. Or the look of contentment on her face. Michael
paused in his activities and reached to caress her face,
running his hand gently through her hair. For some
reason, I wasn't surprised at this display of affection,
nor was I shocked when Isabel leaned in to kiss Michael.
I felt bad for prying, but I was unable to move. I felt a
smile tugging at my lips as I forgot about Maria and Alex
for a second.
Then I heard a soft in take of breath and turned around
to see Maria. She turned around and left before I had a
chance to say anything. I threw a glance toward Michael
and Isabel to find them oblivious to everything but each
other.
I sighed and went after Maria. I left the cafe to find
Tess sitting outside with papers and pastles. She looked
up and smiled at me, and I froze. I wondered if Tess had
anything to do with what had just happened. I doubted
what I had seen.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, glancing at
Maria as she drove away.
Tess held up the paper she had been drawing on. "Art
project," she said.
The paper had an accurate drawing of the Crashdown Cafe.
But something was off. In the painting, the Crashdown was
on fire.
Tess smiled apologetically, when I met her gaze.
"Part of the assignment," she stated.
The painting was sickening, but I didn't say anything. I
nodded and left to see Maria. I thought I heard Tess
chuckle; I did not turn to look.
~*~*~
My parents had gone away for the weekend, and I was
staying at Maria's Saturday night. Maria seemed to have
recovered from the Michael thing, for which I was glad.
After all, it wasn't like they had been together.
Around 3 a.m. that night, Maria woke me up to tell me
that Crashdown had caught on fire. She told me that the
fire had been put out and there wasn't much damage done.
I could only be grateful that my parents were away.
Curiously enough, it wasn't until much later that I
remembered Tess' painting.
~*~*~
Tess was an amazing storyteller. Not only could she make
up great stories, but she also made one believe that the
tales were happening somewhere in time. We were all
spending the night at Isabel's that night when she told
us the tale of a knight named Alex Witterson, who fell in
love with the king's illegitimate daughter. The story had
a rather brutal ending, with the girl ending up becoming
the queen, while the knight killed himself. For some
reason, the end really disturbed me. I had to keep
reminding myself that it was just fiction. Or so I
thought.
~*~*~
The next day brought the shocking news that Alex had
tried to kill himself. Sure, Alex had been upset over the
Michael-Isabel thing, but he hadn't been *that* upset.
There was something else at work here, I knew.
My mind went back to Tess's tale from last night. Alec
Witterson. Alex Whitman. I couldn't imagine Tess having
anything to do with it, but she had definitely known this
would happened. And I knew that she had wanted me to know
that she knew.
~*~*~
I went to see Tess that night. I didn't know what I hoped
to accomplish, but I had to know. I found her sitting
outside on the porch. She looked up as I approached.
"I knew you'd come," she said.
"Yeah, that and everything else." I replied.
She smiled slightly. "So you know," she
observed, not denying anything.
"Alex was with you last, wasn't he?" I asked,
dreading the answer.
She shrugged. "Does it matter?"
"What did you do to him?" I asked.
"*I* did nothing..." she said.
I started to contradict that, but Tess stood up and
walked to me. And I had to force myself to not step back.
"Sometimes..." she started thoughtfully.
"...bad things happen to people when they are alone
with me."
A chill ran down my spine at her tone. "What do you
mean?" I asked.
She gestured to our surroundings. "We are alone,
Liz," she stated.
I blacked out seconds later.
~*~*~
I came to in the Pod Chamber, which was illuminated with
an eerie light. I sat up and took in my surroundings.
There were paintings everywhere. Paintings of events that
I had seen. Somehow, I knew that the paintings were drawn
before the events took place.
I stood and walked over to where the light was coming
from. Tess sat by the pods, in front of an unfinished
painting as she worked to finish it. I dreaded looking at
what it was.
She turned towards me and I noticed that Tess was
painting the incident at the Crashdown that had started
it all. Yet there was something off about it. "You
are awake." She observed.
I shook my head. "This is a dream." I said.
Tess smiled and reassumed her activity. "You are
only half right." She informed me.
I frowned, waiting for her to go on.
Tess sighed. "What happens in dreams can follow you
into reality. Dreams can be as real as anything."
I shook my head again, willing myself to wake up.
Tess went on. "This dream is a figment of your
imagination. This world is a figment of mine." Once
again, she turned to me. "In me lies the pattern of
everything; I am all possibilities."
That sounded so impossible. "W-what *are* you?"
I asked finally.
She smiled a smile that shone with all the light of the
sun and the stars. And suddenly, I believed everything
she had said. She was a wonder that could not have been
created in this world.
She considered my question for a minute, before
shrugging, "I am whatever you want me to
be."
She turned back to her painting, ignoring me and I
desperately tried to wake up in vain.
"You ruined it all, you know," she said
finally. "Max was supposed to fall in love with me.
He was made for me."
I smiled. So she was not all-powerful, after all. She
stopped painting and she looked so lost that I had to
remind myself that she was not what she seemed to
be.
"You can't control our emotions. You are not
God." I stated.
Tess laughed, the sadness gone from her eyes. "No,
Liz, I'm not God, but I am so close it's
scary."
I wasn't liking the direction this conversation was
taking. "Why did you kill Kyle? Alex?"
A look of regret crossed her face. "Oh, but I
didn't. The time of death is decided before one's birth.
I don't control the frame of destiny, but I can alter
what goes into it. Alex and Kyle would have died a much
worse death if I hadn't intervened. They had to fulfill
their destiny either way." She paused. "It's
time for you to fulfill yours."
Destiny again. "Max will love me even after I am
gone. He won't love you," I said.
"He will...the next time around." She added a
last stroke to her painting and stood up, finished with
it. And I saw what was wrong with it. The waitress who
was shot lay on the floor, bleeding. While Max tried
healing her. The waitress was Tess, not me.
"I-I don't understand," I said.
"It doesn't matter," Tess said and walked to
me.
She looked at me and I froze, staring into her eyes. I
hated her more than anything and yet I was still drawn to
her. And I knew that Tess wasn't lying. In her own way,
she was doing what was best for everyone.
She reached out and caressed my face. "I really
don't want to do this. But it'll be much worse if I don't
interfere." A look of genuine compassion crossed her
face, followed by that of anguish. And once again, I
believed her.
She ran a hand through my hair and slowly brought her
mouth to mine. She kissed me and I felt life being sucked
out of me. I began to die, yet I had no regrets. This was
what I wanted. It was better this way.
Epilogue:
Tess Harding threw an annoyed look toward the tourists in
one of the booths as they argued loudly. She looked at
the clock impatiently. Two more hours before her shift at
the Crashdown would end.
"You are so bad, girl" Her best friend, Maria
Deluca informed her as she returned to the counter after
playing with the heads of two particularly naive
tourists. "Oh, and Max Evans is staring at you
again.", added Maria.
Tess looked over at Max's table and then proceeded to
deny the obvious.
~*~*~
Max Evans glanced away when Tess looked at him, and
pretended to listen to his best friend Michael. He didn't
particularly liked to hang out at the Crashdown. Too
crowded for his taste. But Tess's parents owned the place
and she worked there and he had had a thing for her since
forever.
As he waited for his food to arrive, an argument broke
out and one of the men pulled out a gun and shot at the
other. Except that the bullet ended up in Tess. Max stood
and ran to her despite Michael's protests. He knew it was
wrong, but he couldn't let her die.
Max healed her and was out the cafe before the Sheriff
arrived. He turned back to look at her just before he
left. She looked bewildered but smiled. Max smiled back,
knowing that he would be seeing a lot more of her in the
days to come.
*Some mysteries are better left unsolved...*
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