The Wild One

meant to because I was so mad at Max. Now drop it, all right?'

It wasn't a question. Isabel knew if she didn't drop it, Nikolas would leave her standing there.

'Can we stop at the drugstore?' Isabel asked, ignoring the fact that Nikolas hadn't exactly answered her question about whether the guard would be okay or not.

'Yeah, all right.' He didn't sound happy about it, but he popped the lock on the double glass doors and led the way inside. As soon as he used his powers to break the lenses of the security cameras Isabel dragged him to the back of the store, where there was one of those old photo booths. She slid onto the little stool and pulled Nikolas down next to her.

'You are going to owe me big time for this,' he said.

'Do you have quarters?' Isabel asked.

Nikolas snorted. 'I don't need quarters. Now smile pretty, and let's get this over with.'

'Wait!' Isabel exclaimed. 'I'll be right back.' She squeezed past Nikolas and ran over to the stationery aisle. She grabbed a big pad of drawing paper and a box of crayons and rushed back to the booth. She climbed back inside and sat on Nikolas's lap, then jerked the curtain shut.

'Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea,' he said, pulling her tighter against him.

Isabel flipped open the pad and selected a bright red crayon from the box. She wrote the words Hi, Stacey in big letters. She added a few exclamation marks. 'Okay, now I'm ready,' she told Nikolas.

Nikolas started the camera, and Isabel leaned close and licked the side of his face, just to give Stacey something to really think about when she saw the picture. Well, that, and because Nikolas tasted good.

He grabbed the pad away from her, flipped the page, and scribbled the words Hi, Alex on it. Then he kissed her, really, totally, thoroughly kissed her. The camera flashed again and again.

Even when the camera stopped flashing, Nikolas didn't stop kissing. He threaded his hands through her hair, his fingers warm and gentle. She twisted around until she was straddling him and wrapped her arms around his back. She could never get close enough.

She couldn't stop herself from giving a little moan when Nikolas pulled away a fraction, breaking their kiss. 'Uh-uh,' Isabel said. She cupped his face in her hands, pulling him back toward her.

'Shhh. I think I hear someone out there,' he whispered. He slid the curtain open a fraction and peered out. 'Yeah. Look in that mirror mounted in the corner.'

Isabel leaned back and checked the mirror. A uniformed security guard was slowly walking up the shampoo aisle. Heading in their direction.

'Are you going to go get him?' Isabel whispered.

'No. You are,' he answered.

Isabel shook her head. 'I can't. I don't know how.'

'Yes, you do.' Nikolas wasn't smiling. But he had to be kidding. Or testing her or something. When the guy got closer, Nikolas would knock him out. He had to.

'Just pick a vein in his head and squeeze,' Nikolas said.

Isabel checked the mirror again. The guard was walking down the row with all the nylons and socks. He was headed away from them now.

'Hey,' Nikolas yelled. 'We're back here.'

'What did you do that for?' Isabel cried.

'You get him, or we get caught,' he answered.

Isabel stared at him. His golden brown eyes were cool as he stared back. He was serious.

An image of Valenti flashed into Isabel's mind. If she got caught, she'd be turned over to him. He'd find out the truth about her; she knew it. She could almost feel the cold metal dissecting tools cutting into her body.

The photo booth's curtain flew, open. Isabel didn't think. She flung herself at the guard, knocking him to the ground. She scrambled down beside him and pressed her fingers against his forehead.

But the connection, she couldn't get the connection. She was too scared. Too panicked.

She felt Nikolas touch the back of her neck, and suddenly she was in. She focused on the guard's brain. She picked a blood vessel, one that didn't look too big, and pinched with her mind.

The guard's pain and confusion came slamming back at her through their connection. I'm hurting him, she thought. He feels this. He knows it's happening. The sensation sickened her, but she didn't let up the pressure until the guard's eyes fluttered shut.

'Good. You did good.' Nikolas touched the guard's head for a moment, then pulled Isabel to her feet.

Isabel couldn't take her eyes off the guard. His face was pale, but he was breathing.

'Sorry I tricked you into doing it,' Nikolas said. 'But I wanted you to see what it was like.'

Max would be horrified by what I just did, Isabel thought. His big thing was not using their power to do harm. Never.

She rubbed her face with her hands, and her fingers came away wet. Was she crying? She wiped her face again. She hoped Nikolas didn't notice.

It doesn't matter what Max would think, Isabel told herself. She was making her own decisions. She was living her own life. She wasn't his little Isabel puppet.

The guard was fine. He's just basically taking a little snooze, she thought. Hey, it wasn't a bad way to spend his shift. Isabel reached up and adjusted the tiara.

'It's a rush, isn't it?' Nikolas asked.

If she said no, he would think she was a total loser.

Isabel smiled at him. 'Yeah.'

***

'Anyone else have any ideas where to look?' Max asked. He turned the Jeep onto Main Street.

'Everyplace is pretty much closed,' Alex said. 'Maybe we should try the cave.' And if they are there, what am I going to do about it? he thought. It's not like anything I can say will have any influence over Isabel. That's already been made most clear. And Nikolas-I'm sure he'd be happy just to squash me, or whatever he calls it, again.

'I don't think closed means much to Nikolas and Isabel,' Michael answered.

'Yeah,' Liz agreed. 'And the two of them obviously like to go out and party. They probably wouldn't head straight to the cave.'

Unless they want to go back to their cozy little spot on the sleeping bag, Alex thought.

'Let's try the school,' Maria suggested.

'Yeah, when I hear the word party, I think of school,' Michael said.

'But don't you think breaking into the school and turning it into your own amusement park might be sort of fun?' she asked.

'Can't hurt to try.' Max turned left, and a siren started up behind them.

Alex glanced over his shoulder and saw the spinning blue light of Sheriff Valenti's cruiser. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse.

Max pulled over to the curb and stopped. The cruiser's door shut with a click, and Valenti started toward them. The sound of his boot heels on the pavement made Alex's teeth hurt. Would Valenti remember it was Alex who told him that the alien he was looking for was heading out of town in a green truck? Would he think it was suspicious that Alex was in the same car as Liz, who Valenti already thought knew something about aliens in Roswell?

Too late to worry about it now, he thought. He tried to keep a basically normal expression on his face as Valenti stepped up to Max and asked for his license and registration.

Max handed them over. Valenti took a long look, then handed them back. He glanced from person to person, making eye contact with everyone in the Jeep. Alex couldn't tell if Valenti recognized him or not. His expression didn't change or anything, but he seemed like a pretty cold, controlled guy, so he might remember every detail of his last encounter with Alex.

'Ms. Ortecho.' Valenti moved down and stood right next to Liz. 'I've been… interested in meeting some of your friends for a long time.'