Part 11 The cars slide up next to the Roswell Centrum's back doors and a bunch of teenagers piled out with one adult and a vampire. "Do you have your weapons?" "Yes." They chorused patting their pockets to show him they had knives and large plastic bags. Yes. Plastic bags because they are one of the best ways to kill an alien like The Backstreet Boys. Suffocation. "Now go." The nervously went up to the doors and to the guard standing there. They held up their passes and he let them go with suspicious glances. They blended in once they were inside. The place was a madhouse. Everyone silently split up. "You ready for the show?" Michael sidled up to a guy who was warming up. "Almost." Michael gave a quick look around and touched the guy. He slumped to the floor. Michael dragged him away and morphed. He pretended to be warming up but was vigilant for any of the Backstreet Boys. ************************************************************************************ "Don't you ever get sick of watching the show?" Isabel sat on a stool next to a girl she assumed was a girlfriend from a fuzzy picture Nessido had. "No. I love watching Brian. I could watch him all day." "Yeah." Isabel grimaced and quickly knocked the girl out and took her place on a stool. "Hey babe." Brian walked up. Isabel tensed. Would he recognize her as one of the aliens? He paused slightly and crinkled his brow but shrugged and kissed Isabel. "I'm going to change and it's almost time for the concert so I'll talk to you later...I love you." He walked away and Isabel jumped up. "Buffy!" She hissed when she spotted Buffy. "Isabel?" Buffy asked confused. She nodded. The guard Buffy was talking to looked at them both suspiciously. "Don't you mean Leigh Ann?" Isabel corrected her. The guy nodded. "Sorry." Buffy mouthed. They walked around the corner to the dressing room area. Michael waved them over. Or at least they assumed it was Michael from his impatience. "Everyone's in here. What did you find out?" "They are changing right about now." Isabel told him as he ushered them into the dancer's dressing room. Other dancers walked around the room. "We have to get them out. And when it's time we can break through the wall to the room next door and attack." Nessido whispered to them. "Leave it to me." Tess piped up. She walked over to the others dancers and created an illusion that the stage manager was there. "Hurry up. We need you on stage now." She said. They hastily went out the door. "Ok. Good luck everyone." Nessido said in a serious tone. They faced the adjoining wall and Michael pointed at it. It exploded with a loud shudder and the smoke filled the room. They ran forward. "Ah! What is that?" Howie screamed in a weird nasally tone due to his smaller alien form. They jumped up and faced off. Spike made the first move for the good guys. He ran straight for Kevin and stuck a knife in him while Buffy caught up and yanked a bag over his head. Spike yelped in pain when the blood touched him but he refused to let go as the alien thrashed about. Nessido attacked the plump one called Nick while Isabel and Tess took on Brian. Max went towards AJ while Michael faced off with Howie, the leader. Despite the noise not many came running. Which Nessido took for a good thing because he suspected that the crew was warned not to go near the dressing rooms without permission. "Why are you attacking me Leigh Ann?" Brian wailed as Isabel tried punching him. He was so dense he didn't get it. "I am not Leigh Ann you alien scum bag." She screamed scraping her nails across his scaly skin. "I've come to help." Valenti called jumping into the mix. He lashed out using his gun to hit the aliens because their blood seemed acidic and poisonous. "Take that you nasty aliens!" Buffy snapped kick after kick on the different aliens. "And this is the easy way to kill them?" Michael yelled above the din. ************************************************************************************ "The Backstreet Boys will be out any moment folks. Sorry for the delay." the skittish little man trotted offstage. "Well that opening band sucked. I hope The Backstreet Boys are better." "Maria you don't think that something has happened with Buffy and Max and everyone?" Liz asked worried. "I don't know. I hope not." Liz stood up on her tiptoes and tried to see above all the heads. The stage was still empty and she didn't see anything out of the ordinary. "Why do I have the feeling we are going backstage within a minute?" "Because we are." Maria grabbed Liz's arm and dashed down the aisles. "How are we?" "Do I know everything?" Maria headed for the nearest young looking security guard. "Hi." Maria flashed him a smile. "How are you tonight big fella?" "Fine miss." "So do you travel with *N Sync?" "I think you mean the Backstreet Boys Miss." "Oh yeah. My friend Liz is the big fan. I just come with her because I am such a good friend." "Maria!" Maria dug her nails into Liz's arm to signal her to be quiet. "And I was wondering if you could get her backstage. Because if you did maybe we could go off and do something?" "You mean you don't want to go backstage?" He asked looking at her with lust and suspicion in the same expression. "I suppose I could get her backstage." "Great." Maria took his arm with her free hand and walked towards a side door. "Good thinking." Liz whispered into Maria's ear.