This is planned a a series of drabbles, not necessarily connected or in chronological order, mostly human POV's… I find it hard to write from our Alien's POVs… I feel it's giving away too much of their mystery
Snake
When Columbia first met Frank, it was late at night, on the way home from a nightclub. She was walking slightly unsteady home, deep in thought about that biker guy she had danced with shortly before. They had danced and laughed and drank together before he suddenly vanished when she went to the bar get a refill. He had been cute in a bad boy kind of way, in his black leather jacket with those pins and badges and chains. Hair slicked back to reveal sideburns, he was tall and strong and had very broad shoulders, just what she found attractive. A real man should be able to carry a girl on his hands, literally. .. she sighed. He was gone and she should rush home, seeing it was already past her curfew and she'd be in one hell of trouble, but she didn't really care. The initial buzz of the first drinks long gone, the night air was cold and fresh, and helped her to sober up after the heat and beers and cigarette smoke of the club numbed her brain in a pleasant way.
She was deep in thought, thinking of her friends on their way home, wondering why that guy left all of a sudden…and where…and the next second, she felt a tingle in her neck, like someone stared at her intensely. She turned her head slightly and noticed a guy sitting in his black, beat up pickup truck and observing her through the windshield. She returned his gaze... His eyes seemed to bore into her, intense, dangerous, calling out to her silently. As if she fell under a spell, felt like being pulled… she was still mildly intoxicated and before she realized what she was doing, her feet carried her over towards the pickup truck. The strange man parked in front of an all-night diner, apparently waiting for someone. She nearly stumbled when she reached the driver side, where his window was rolled down and had to lean her elbows against the door. Her head was so heavy, so tired from the rush of the night and probably too many beers, she had to place her chin on her arms, her head rolling to the side so that she could see the guy inside the car better. His eyes were so unusual, so different... They projected heat and longing and passion, not just like other guys, but intensely focused just on her, trying to decipher her secrets, reading her from the pattern of her iris. She was so tired from drinking and smoking and dancing… her head felt heavy, too heavy to support itself anymore. But when she gazed up at him, sitting silently as a statue in his car, time stood still, the whole world seemed to shrink until all that was left was him and her. His face was half hidden in the velvet darkness, defined chin and high cheekbones, shaved smoothly…black disheveled locks half tugged behind his ears und falling over his forehead into his eyes… eyes, so dark she felt like drowning in them. Only later she realized that he wore indeed makeup, eyeliner and mascara… even more than she did, which she found it terribly exciting and rebellious. Sensual, chiseled lips parted into a wide smirk as he practically purred out a deep, rumbled "How do you do". Columbia couldn't help but giggle. Here, in this tiny boring town in the middle of nowhere, he talked like some English lord from the past century. So ridiculous… it made no sense! Where the hell did he come from? Columbia was even more intrigued now. She introduced herself then, curious to find out more about him, stretching out her right hand, but instead of shaking it, he took it ceremonially and kissed her knuckles, his lips lingering a moment longer than necessary.
"Enchantée" That startled her and she forgot what she wanted to say, mesmerized by his eyes. The inside of his car smelled weird, in an exotic kind of way… of apples, and incense, and something else, unidentifiable. He didn't seem disturbed by her surprised silence at all, but studied her face quietly, his eyes gliding from her colorful dyed hair over her smudged eye makeup, to her lips where he lingered several seconds before dipping lower to her cleavage. His hand still held hers, and suddenly his head bowed once more over her fingers, this time he kissed her knuckles longer, lips opening slightly and his tongue darted out to trace the ridge between her fingers in a very… very sensual way … now she was breathless, heat spreading from her fingertips all over her body and forming a blush on her cheeks. He looked up at her again… "I'm Frank" and winked at her. How she ended up in his car, she couldn't remember, but when he finally drove her home many hours later, the eastern sky turned into a rose tint.