Instead of my usual Star Wars fictions, this time I wanted to explore a different universe. I always felt fascinated by the Predator movies and I thought why not write a short love story between a Predator and a human.
Enjoy
Rated M for mature
Prey
Chapter 1
The jungle was hot and humid, just the way he liked it, the Predator thought as he walked deeper into the lush environment. Accompanied by his loyal dogs, he casually walked behind them as they tracked down the prey. With their sensitive nose, they were able to smell the prey a mile away. Watching his dogs disappearing within the landscape, Arcol grabbed the lance off of his back and rushed after them. His long, beaded dreadlocks flew behind him as he sped through the thick foliage like a tank cutting everything down in his path. Catching up to his dogs, he slowed down and saw a boar cornered with her piglets. Using a special whistle, he instructed his dogs to proceed. Within seconds, the boar and her offspring were dead.
Plenty of food for a while, he thought squatting down beside the bloody carcasses. After cutting up the meat and putting it away, he was about to leave when suddenly something caught his attention.
Looking up, he noticed something falling toward the planet at high speed. Adjusting the settings in his mask, he focused on the hot object. As it got closer, he realized it was a ship that was coming in dangerously fast. Within minutes the ship reached the top of the trees and then a loud explosion was heard a few miles away as it made contact with the ground.
Quickly, he called for his dogs and then took off into the direction of the crash.
While he ran, his thoughts were in turmoil. From the look of it, the ship looked like the one human settlers used in other regions. The reason behind the crash could be that they had more than just humans on the ship. He had heard many times before that these settlers were getting infected by Xenomorphs spreading the beasts all over the galaxy. With his luck, they might have a few in there that he could hunt down. As he picked up his pace, his heart swelled with happiness thinking about the hunt and its priceless prey.
It took him about an hour to reach the crash site.
The smell of smoke was thick in the moist air as he approached what was left of the ship.
Part of the jungle was burning high bringing an extreme heat toward him. Unable to see anything from the flames, he quickly adjusted the frequency in his mask again. As he looked around he noticed many human corpses lying on the ground. Some were burned and some decapitated or cut in half. Walking up to one of them, he turned him around and looked at his chest. Not seeing anything unusual, he went to the next one and did the same, hoping to find an embryo. After checking everyone he was able to find, and not finding anything useful, dissatisfied, he was about to leave when one of his dogs started to growl and sniff at one of the hibernation pods that was a little further away from the crash buried beneath the low foliage.
Standing above the pod, and looking through the cracked clear top, he saw an unconscious human female inside. She was still alive but not too long, he thought looking at her fainting red glow. Lodged into her right shoulder was a long, sharp piece of metal impaling her to the bottom of the pod. Her heart was still beating but as seconds went by, the strong muscle was slowly slowing down. He knew if he leaves her, she would die within a matter of hours. While he scanned her body, the long dreads jutting out of her skull caught his attention. He had met a few humans before, but he had never seen someone with similar hair like his. Quickly making up his mind, he ripped the top of the pod open and then pulling out the metal piece, and throwing it away, he took out his hunting knife and cut into his palm.
As the luminescent phosphor green blood dripped from his wound, he pressed his hand onto her wounded shoulder, healing the skin, muscle, and bone. Her lips slightly trembled as the wound started to heal. A soft moan escaped her mouth and then she opened her eyes.
The first thing Krea noticed was the tall green trees of the jungle above her head. Then her eyes landed on the Predator. Instantly her body tensed up, and then she swallowed hard. Breathing heavily, she tried to reach for something to defend herself. A sharp pain traveled up her right arm and shoulder making her cry out in pain when she moved.
Curiously he looked at her, and then he made a few clicking sounds signaling her to calm down. With frightened eyes, she watched him reaching for her hair. Lifting up a few of her dreadlocks, he rolled them between his fingers. Then he made another clicking sound mixed with a soft, low growl.
The soft texture of her hair felt nice, he thought as he rubbed it between his fingers. The musty smell of fear coming from her amused him. He could have killed her, but that would have gone against his beliefs. No unarmed woman or children were ever harmed by him. It was a Yautja code that was drilled into every one of them since birth. His clan that was one of the biggest clans on Yautja Prime conquered many not just within the planet but on other planets as well. A long time ago he was someone within his clan, however, now he was nothing but an outlaw, living his lonely life in the depths of the jungle, hundreds of miles away from civilization. No responsibilities and no offspring of his own, he was free living in isolation.
As he lifted her out of the pod, he was waiting on her to start screaming, but instead, she stayed quiet staring at him mesmerized. Then he threw her on his wide shoulders and then signaling for his dogs, he started to walk back toward his place.
Hanging from his shoulder, Krea blankly stared at the ground as he walked passed the burning debris that was once her people's ship. At that moment she realized what happened and sudden nausea came over her. Thankfully there was nothing in her stomach otherwise, she would have most likely pissed him off by throwing up on his back.
Everyone is gone, she thought in the brink of crying. And he is gone as well.
As he walked through the jungle, her mind was in great turmoil. She knew his kind of having met a few of them before. She was certain he was taking her to his lair to kill her and possibly eat her. She didn't want to become his dinner. But then her eyes landed on her right shoulder, where the wound was nicely healing up. If he wanted he could have killed me, but he chose to help instead, she thought confused. She wished to get away from him, but she knew there was no place to run. With a heavy heart, she closed her eyes and tried to think of an escape plan.
It was almost dark when they finally arrived at his camp.
Surprisingly she stayed quiet. She didn't even make a sound, he thought as he put her down at the foot of an ancient tree just outside of a dark cave.
With fearful eyes, she looked at him and then her attention turned to the two dogs.
While he was busy putting away his armor and weapons, one of the dogs approached her. First, he sniffed at her foot and then running his wide nose up her leg, he sniffed at her crotch, making her uncomfortable. Trying to push his head away, she made a loud clicking sound with her tongue.
As he was putting down his helmet, he stopped in mid air when he heard her.
Turning around, he looked back and saw one of his dogs probing at her.
As she tried to push his head away, again she made a loud clicking sound followed by a low growl.
Signaling the dog to leave her, he walked up to her. Squatting down, he started scrutinizing her.
As his bright yellow eyes measured her up, she made a disgusted face looking at his mandibles that were slightly moving in and out. Then they opened up showing off a soft fleshy inner part of his face with rows of sharp teeth. Then her attention turned to his forehead where he had an intricate scar marking his light yellow skin. She felt so mesmerized by his looks; she didn't even notice when his hand touched her shoulder.
Swiftly, she swatted his hand away and made and angry face followed by a few disapproving grunts. Then she quickly brought down the side of her right hand onto her open left palm, showing him the sign of STOP followed by a few clicking sounds.
Hmm, she doesn't speak, he thought, looking at her face. Interesting.
He had no idea what she meant by her sign language, but he wanted to find out.
Mimicking her move, he waited on her response.
With her index and middle finger up in a V, she lifted up her right hand and slightly shook her head showing her disapproval.
A small, throaty chuckle left his mouth.
Shaking his head, he grabbed her hand and pulled it closer to his face.
A sudden fear swept through her, as her fingers came dangerously close to his teeth. A loud whimper left her mouth trying to pull her hand out of his. She was sure he was going to snap her fingers off. But instead biting into her, he made a guttural laughing sound and then pulling her face closer, he forced her mouth open with his other hand wanting to see inside her throat.
He had never met a human before who couldn't speak. He was curious why this was happening to her, not realizing that his actions truly terrified her. As his fingers probed inside her mouth, she bit down and then swiftly slamming her elbow down on the side of his head, she shoved him away, and then she sprung up. However, she didn't make it far when his dogs stopped her. Frantically she looked at them and waited to be ripped to shreds. Then she heard a loud whistle sound and both of the dogs backed away and then casually walked into the cave.
Motioning with his hand, he beckoned her to come closer.
Reluctantly, she approached him. She knew it was futile to run away like that. And on top of that, she laid a hand on him, which she now regretted. She just hoped he would give her a clean, quick death. She didn't want to suffer.
Using the same sign language she showed him earlier, he showed her his disapproval about her thoughtless actions as he lifted up his bleeding fingers in front of her face. Then he motioned for her to step inside the cave.
Inside was a large room with a huge round fireplace in the middle. There was a thick, gray mattress in one corner with books of all kinds thrown on top of it. As she looked around, she noticed many weapons and skulls of all types hanging on the wall. This whole place looked like an arsenal, and a bone yard, she thought with awe. Her people had fought many of his kind before and she recognized a few weapons. As she looked closer, she realized some of the skulls were human making her shiver. Tearing her eyes away from the wall, she looked at the strung up dried out meat chunks hanging from the ceiling, hoping that none of them were her people.
While she admired his lair, he lit up the fireplace and then pulling out the cut up meat from his satchel, he stuck a large piece on a metal stick and placed it over the fire. Although he preferred his meat raw, he knew how humans liked theirs cooked. He still didn't know what he was going to do with her.
She might be worthy to teach, he thought back on her earlier actions. He wanted to see how she would fair against him in a fight. She was much smaller than Yautja females, but for a human, she looked tall and athletic. He had a feeling she was more than what she seemed like. Not knowing anything about her yet, he had to keep her close at least for a while; he thought, watching her picking up a book from the bed.
Opening the book, she looked through the first few pages written in an alien language. She didn't know what the symbols meant, but she loved the illustrations showing different worlds with strange looking aliens. He is reading these? She thought with amazement scanning through the pages.
Then her stomach started to growl as the mouthwatering smell of the roasted meat enveloped the cave. She had been in cryosleep since they left the colony and she hadn't eaten anything in weeks.
Putting the book down, she turned around and looked at him. Sitting beside the fire with his dogs at his feet. He made a few clicking sounds telling them something, while they chewed on some raw meat.
Stepping closer, and while she stood on the other side of the fire, she made a fist with her thumb up, and then she did a circular motion over her heart showing him that she was sorry.
Mimicking her move made her smile a little.
When the meat was done, he gestured for her to take some. While she devoured her food, he watched her with interest. Then taking a piece for himself as well, he started to tear the meat apart.
When she couldn't eat anymore, she asked for some water, which he gave her in a rusted metal cup. In any other circumstance, Krea would have never touched a cup or water like that he offered, but she was parched and to her surprise, it tasted delicious. Chugging down the cold liquid, she wiped her mouth with her sleeve and then putting the cup down, she stared into the fire lost in thought. Hundreds of years ago, her ancestors with others left Earth to find better places to live. Constantly in motion, her people the settlers were hoping to re-populate other planets with humans. Although they found many hospitable planets within the galaxy they were unable to stay due to other alien populations. The last colony that she was part of left for the same reason fleeing from the dark terror that has been haunting them since the first settlers set foot on LV-426. Their new destination was another planet in the Colessial sector when something went wrong.
She wished to find out what has caused the crash, but in her heart, she knew it might never happen. Her heart ached for all the lost souls, but it especially ached for one whom she cared about the most. He was dead, she thought while she silently suffered. Why? She kept asking herself. Why is this happening to me? Everything that happened in the last few months made her happy for the first time in years. But now her dreams were shattered and everything looked bleak again.
Losing her parents in the previous colony was hard enough to deal with, but losing him was even worse. They were planning on getting married and starting a family, but now that was all gone and the only thing she was left with was an extreme heartache and a sore shoulder. She wanted to cry, but she didn't want him to see her weak. She hoped during the night while he and his dogs slept, she could slip away and find a way to get off this planet.
When it was time to retire for the night, he stood up and walked up to the bed.
With a suspicious glare, she watched him taking the books off and putting them on the ground. Then he grabbed a rope from one of the hooks and beckoned her to come closer.
Shaking her head, and by touching her thumb with her fore and middle finger, she signaled him the sign of NO.
Again, he beckoned her to come closer. Arcol didn't trust her and he was certain she was already planning to escape. He knew the only thing she would have accomplished with her futile plan was to kill herself. Even for him, who lived on this planet all his life was dangerous to go out at night. The jungle was full of dangers, definitely not a place she wanted to be alone.
When she refused to come closer, he walked up to her and after coiling the ropes around her body; he picked her up like a sack of meat and took her to the mattress.
This felt humiliating, Krea thought, as he tightened the end of the rope to his wrist. Then lying down beside her, he folded his muscular arms beneath his head and stared at the orange glow on the ceiling.
Turning her head toward him, she grunted a few times showing her discomfort.
Ignoring her, he closed his eyes and slowly he fell asleep.
While he snored beside her, she tried to undo her ropes but with no success. Giving up, with a frustrated face, she looked at the ceiling hoping she didn't need to use the bathroom until morning.
When she woke up the next morning he was already up cleaning out the fireplace. Sitting up, she fidgeted on the bed trying to get off. The need to go was unbearable and she needed to get out of these ropes and go relieve herself.
Clicking her tongue, she tried to grab his attention.
Walking up to her, he pulled her off the bed and then started uncoiling the ropes. She intently watched his face as he rolled up the thick rope and then placed it back on the wall. Although he lived in a cave, he kept it surprisingly tidy, she thought following him with her eyes.
When he turned around, she placed her hand on her groin area telling him she needed to go.
A frown appeared on his face followed by his mandibles clicking together.
Grabbing her by the arm, they walked outside and led her to a private area surrounded by large boulders.
Then he pointed to the ground and turned his back to her.
With disbelief, she looked at his wide back and wanted to smash her fists on him.
He is going to stay? She thought frustrated. However, the urge to go was stronger than her procrastination on what to do. Stepping back a few feet, she pulled her pants down and then squatting down she let go of the warm flow, splattering it onto the ground.
The smell of her urine enveloped his senses giving him a peculiar feeling inside. Taking a deep breath, he folded his arms in front of his chest and waited until she was done.
Pulling her pants up, she cleared her throat telling him that she was finished.
Gesturing for her to follow, he led her back into the cave and then after they ate some leftover meat, he decided to take her hunting to see if she was up for the challenge. Now it was two of them and he needed to get more meat.
Krea would have killed for a strong coffee or a soft, warm bagel, but she was certain he didn't have anything like that around here. Reluctantly she followed him outside.
Arcol found it interesting to spend the day and hunt with her.
Living alone for years, it felt strange to have someone by his side. Despite her being only human, he admired her strength. Not once she complained while they walked for hours through uneven and sometimes dangerous terrain. She seemed to be in her element making him smile a few times. He still didn't know what to do with her. He was sure she didn't want to stay long knowing how her species didn't like his kind. However, during the day, she was pleasantly nice to him giving him second thoughts about his view of her people.
Whatever he did to her the day before tremendously helped her physical state. Krea felt like a new person enjoying the day. She had hunted before and it felt good to stay busy. It helped her taking her thoughts off the crash. As the day went by, she realized he was only trying to be friendly making her smile a few times. She wondered what he was doing out here alone. But the language barrier made it hard to communicate. However, she did find out where she was and also his name.
Arcol. He wrote it into the mud beside the word Yautja Prime in her native tongue.
She sensed that he had some level of knowledge about her language. But because she couldn't speak, and he didn't understand her sign language yet, she had to write down a few things while they stopped beside a nice waterfall on the way back.
Krea. She wrote in the mud and then pointed to herself.
"Krea." He said in a deep, guttural voice.
Nodding her head, she smiled and wrote down the word, home. Then she pointed up to the sky.
Shaking his head, he took the stick from her and circled the word home. Then he clicked his mandibles a few times and then he gestured around them.
No, she shook her head. This is not my home.
Taking the stick from him, she wrote down the word help me next to home.
Picking up another stick, he wrote down, no help, no home.
Frowning, she looked at the words and then throwing down the stick, she buried her face into her hands not wanting to look at him. She couldn't imagine spending the rest of her days with him and his kind. Although he was nice to her, she wasn't looking forward to staying on this planet.
However, as the days went by, she was slowly losing hope to leave the planet.
A week after the crash, she wanted to return to the site, hoping to salvage something from the debris. Walking behind the dogs, she amusingly watched as they wagged their short tails. In a short time she spent with them, they started to grow on her. Their friendly and playful manners reminded her of the dogs she had once. However, they were long gone and after their passing, she didn't want to get more trying to avoid unnecessary heartache.
When she clicked her tongue, they stopped and turned around looking at her with interest.
They like you, he signaled her with sign language.
I know, she replied with a smile. She was amazed by how quickly he learned to communicate with her. In return, she also learned some interesting things from him. Gradually, they started to get to know one another. She was able to tell by his facial expressions, sounds, and body language if he was in a good or bad mood. After telling her about the dangers in the jungle, she assured him, he didn't need to restrain her at night.
Broken pieces of metal and charred remains greeted them at the burned up grounds. Thankfully the animals already cleaned up the carcasses. She wasn't looking forward to seeing the dead. Unfortunately, she didn't get a chance to collect many things. However, she managed to retrieve a few items like clothing and a few rolls of toilet paper that she fiercely hugged to her chest.
That evening when they got back to the camp, she asked him if they can go to the waterfall so she can bathe.
Arcol found it interesting that she asked for this for the third time in a week. His kind didn't need as much water to stay clean as humans did. Occasionally, he enjoyed dipping into the water to cool down, but never for a specific reason to get clean. This routine of hers made him wonder why she had to do this almost every day. She didn't smell bad, on the contrary, she smelled nice, he thought looking at her.
Leaving the kill and some of the retrieved items behind, they headed out to the pond. Krea was used to their usual routine of him waiting on the shore while she was enjoying the water. However, this time as she started to remove her clothes he turned around and looked at her. Suddenly she felt the need to cover up, but she knew how their vision worked. Seeing her in a nude in infrared perspective was like looking at a washed out photograph, she thought, staring back at him.
The curves of her body reminded him of some of the Yautja females.
A sudden desire coursed through him as his eyes roamed over her svelte figure. But as quickly as the desire came as quickly he suppressed it. Yautja females were earned. Only the best of the best warriors were allowed to mate and he was no longer one of them. Although she was no Yautja, still she was a female and he hasn't earned her yet. Then his attention turned to the dark, intricate symbols on her left side where her tattoos were. He had seen some parts of it before, but he had never seen the whole thing. It fascinated him that she wanted to do this to her body, he thought as he started to remove his clothes as well.
What are you doing? She signaled him.
"Water." He said. Emphasizing the letter A.
Swiftly, she looked away not wanting to see him in a nude. She had no idea how his species looked naked, and she was not looking forward to finding it out. Jumping in, she ducked under the cool water and swam to the waterfall.
Following her in he swam after her. The water felt pleasantly cool and he found himself enjoying it. Then he saw her washing her hair under the fallen water.
Soon I'm going to look like him, she thought amused gazing at her matted dreadlocks. Then she heard a splash and saw him emerging from the water. As he approached her, her pulse accelerated looking at his naked body. There were a few awkward seconds as they stared at each other. She wanted to look away, but she just couldn't do that. Despite the skin texture and color, his body looked just like a regular man, she thought, measuring him up. Tearing her gaze away from his sex, she looked away in shame.
Instantly he noticed her body temperature changed and became warmer as she looked away. She seemed nervous and not like herself, he thought puzzled.
Then he disappeared beneath the water and swam away from her.
That night when they lay beside each other, she turned away from him and was struggling to go to sleep. The memory of her fiancé kept coming back to her mind, bringing tears to her eyes. She missed him terribly. There were some days when she wished that she died in the crash.
If I died, I would be with you right now, she thought as her shoulders shook with sorrow. She wasn't brave enough to take her own life, but a few times it went through her mind asking him to do it for her. She didn't think he would have objected much if she were to ask. After all, he was a Predator.
Sensing her sorrow, he turned her way and looked at her back.
He knew she wasn't happy. Although she looked like she enjoyed hunting and a few occasion their close combat practicing, which he found most impressive, there was grief within her that she couldn't conceal from him.
A soft, low clicking sound escaped his mouth as he placed his hand on her upper arm.
Turning her to face him, he saw tears running down her cheeks.
Pointing her index finger up and slamming her hand onto her chest, she signaled him to end her life.
Understanding the gesture, he shook his head. Then pulling her closer, he embraced her. Placing his head on top of hers, he folded his arms around her trembling body trying to calm her down. He understood her grief and fears of living her life on an alien planet. To make her feel better, he shifted away from her, and by holding his middle finger down on his thumb, he pointed to his chest and then pointing to hers he signaled her that he liked her.
A small, bitter smile appeared on her face looking at him.
Tapping her hand to her chin, she thanked him. Then snuggling up against his warm body, she slowly fell asleep. As she softly snored in his arms, he gently caressed her hair thinking about her earlier request, hoping it would never have to come to that.
While they snuggled in bed, somewhere out in the dark jungle the leaves of the bushes violently shook as the two Xenomorphs were feeding on the dead carcass of an animal. Then they looked up when the third one showed up limping toward them. As he tried to get some of the food for himself, the other two hissed at him, making him wait till they were done.
Stowed away on the ship within a few humans, and now fully grown, they were ready to hunt and kill. The vast jungle was a perfect place for them to hunt. As soon as they finished their meal, they moved on to the next kill to quench their thirst for blood.
A few days later, Arcol and Krea were trudging through the jungle, when one of the dogs started to growl ferociously. Approaching the bushes, Arcol saw remains of an animal lying on the ground. The kill looked a few days old. As he examined it closely, he realized what killed it and feasted on it. Looking around, he quickly checked for any signs of life. Not seeing anything, he walked back to her and said in her sign language.
We got company.
Who? She asked by rapidly moving her index finger in front of her mouth.
When he told her whom he was talking about, her face turned pale and her hazel eyes grew wide thinking about the aliens that were terrorizing her colony for hundreds of years now were here with them in the jungle.
NO! She shook her head. NO!
Grabbing her by the arm, they rushed back toward the cave to get prepared.
Although he was very much looking forward to hunting, on the other hand, he was also worried that he might lose her. She was a good fighter but to fight against a Xenomorph was not an easy task. From the looks of it, it was not one but two or possibly more out there. When he was still part of his clan, he had hunted many of them deeming him worthy within his society. However, when he clashed with the clan leader, he was forced to leave.
My uncle never liked me, or my decisions, he thought thinking about that dreaded day.
After making sure she had enough weapons on her, he handed her a mask as well.
Put it on, he gestured for her.
Being on a smaller size the mask fitted her well. As she looked around, she realized she was able to see everything. A wide grin appeared on her face and then she looked at him.
Are you ready? He asked.
Nodding her head she signaled, yes.
She was far from ready, but to show signs of weakness in front of him she was not having it. If I die today, she thought as they walked out of the cave, so be it.
However, death didn't come for her not that day and not the day after that.
As darkness took over the sky they arrived back to the camp, empty-handed. Day after day, they went out to hunt for the aliens, but at the end of the day, they always came back empty handed.
One night, when he was already sleeping, she woke up feeling her stomach hurting.
Already knowing what caused her discomfort, she got up and after putting her mask on, she signaled the dogs to stay put and then she walked outside.
It was pitch black, but with the help of the mask, she was able to see.
Slowly, she made her way toward the area they used for the bathroom.
As she squatted down to ease her pain, a gush of blood came out of her and splattered onto the ground.
Great, she thought, wincing. Not having anything to use for her condition, she stayed there for a while and listened to the many sounds of the jungle. A few minutes went by when she heard something besides the bugs and birds. Looking around, she noticed a few, small night animals trudging through the foliage. But when she looked the other way, she saw something bigger moving about the trees. As it got closer, with horror she realized what she was looking at.
It was not one but two of them heading her way.
Quickly, she stood up and pulled up her pants. She wasn't sure if she had enough time to get back to the cave, but the thought of dying by these beasts was terrifying her to the core now. The will to live was strong within her, and pushing forward, she sprinted back to the cave.
She was so close when one of them jumped in front of her blocking her way. Making a loud hissing sound he tauntingly moved his sleek body swinging his long, black tail from left to right. As she tried to take a different route, she noticed the other one was behind her.
Instantly, her adrenaline spiked sky-high thinking about what will happen in a few seconds.
The one in front of her suddenly jumped up. When he was in mid-air, a bright streak of light cut through the darkness and exploded in the back of its long skull. With a loud shriek, the alien fell to the ground, spraying his acidic blood on the grassy ground. A few droplets landed on her mask, sizzling the metal as it ate through the material.
While the one on the ground was slowly dying, Arcol accompanied by his dogs rushed at the other one who swiftly evaded their attack and lounged at one of the dogs.
The dog made a loud, agonizing howl as his abdomen was pierced with the alien's long spiky tail. Tossing the dog aside, the alien turned his attention to the other dog. But before he had the chance to kill him, the Predator lounged at him with his staff and lodged at the end of it into the Xenomorphs' left shoulder. As he twisted the blade, the alien shrieked and then whipping his long tail around, he swept Arcol's foot out from under him. The alien ripped the lance out of his flesh and then threw it away. Then the end of his tail came down on Arcol's leg and pierced through his thigh just above the kneecap making him roar with pain.
Using his knife, Arcol cut the tail spraying blood all over his leg.
As the acidic substance melted through his skin, his blood quickly neutralized it.
With a loud grunt, he ripped the tailpiece out and threw it on the ground. Then he grabbed hold of the Xenomorphs head as it leaned over his body, ready to rip his throat out.
Krea watched with horror as the alien's tongue shot out of his elongated head and snapped its teeth at Arcol's exposed neck. Then she noticed something. There was another one running with a strange limp toward her. Suddenly, she felt paralyzed looking at him closing on her. But before he reached her, the other dog lounged at the beast and sunk his teeth into his leg. While the alien was occupied with the dog, instinctively she picked up the lance and rushed back to help.
With all her might, she plunged the end of the lance into the alien's other thigh making him scream with pain. Then she pulled the lance back and while the dog got a hold of its long tail, she spun the lance around and deeply cut into the side of his head spraying green, acidic blood around them. She had seen them on many occasions causing great havoc within her colony, but she never had the chance to fight against them. Her father who was a General always felt overprotective of her. Being an only child, her parents tried to keep her safe at all times. However, tonight was different. There was no military of her father to save her this time. She was on her own and she wanted to survive the night. When the dog attacked the beast again, the alien's tail whipped around sending him flying through the air. With a loud yelp, his body hit a tree and then he fell onto the ground unconscious.
Extreme anger enveloped Krea seeing the dog was being hurt.
As the beast jumped at her again, she slid beneath him and shoved the end of the spear through his abdomen. Then she quickly rolled out from under him as his blood sprayed onto the ground. Jumping to her feet, she deftly spun around and buried the other end of the spear deep within his skull, instantly killing him.
Breathing heavily, she stared at the dead alien. She couldn't believe that she just killed one of them. Then her attention turned to the dog again. She wanted to check if he was still alive, but then she looked toward Arcol and the last Xenomorph he was fighting with. If he dies, I'm good as dead, she thought frantically as she rushed toward them.
Twisting his body to the left, Arcol repeatedly stabbed the alien in the chest. Then with a swift move, he buried the knife to its hilt into the jaws of the Xenomorph, cutting his tongue in half.
The beast roared one last time and then his dead body collapsed on top of the Predator.
Quickly, Arcol shoved the body off and then jumping to his feet he spun around looking for more of them, and that is when he saw her rushing toward him. Looking past her, he noticed another Xenomorph lying on the ground, dead.
Three of them, he thought as he swiftly scanned the area, making sure there was no more.
When nothing moved, he put the knife away and then he walked up to his dogs and checked for signs of life. After making sure the dogs were all right, he then approached her and taking his helmet off, he roared at her.
Taking her helmet off, she tossed it onto the ground and then she screamed back at him and then stomped her foot to the ground.
Why? He asked angrily gesturing with his hands. Why did you come out here alone?
She knew he was going to be angry, but she didn't expect of him confronting her immediately like this.
With a sullen face, she gestured toward her groin area telling him that she had to go do her business.
Are you happy now? She made a frown using her sign language.
Shaking his head, he let out a guttural laughing sound and then he limped toward the alien that she killed and ripped a chunk out of its tail. Beckoning for her to come closer, he lifted up the tailpiece and pressed the end of it onto her forehead, marking her skin.
Krea winced from the sizzling pain but she stayed composed.
You are worthy; he signaled her letting her know she is one of them now.
Feeling extremely happy that they survived the attack, she embraced him.
While he held her in his arms a wide smile appeared on her face. Saving her twice already she felt grateful to have him in her life.
Pulling his face closer, she planted a kiss on top of his lips where his nose should have been if he had one.
Then she tapped her hand to her chin thanking him for saving her life.
Her peculiar attitude let him speechless for a second. He had never experienced something like this before. Touching the spot where she kissed him, he felt puzzled. He didn't understand why would she do something like that, but then he remembered something. A picture of two humans came into his mind. Their faces melted together like molten lava as they kept biting on each other. At that time he found that quite disturbing, not understanding the reasoning behind it.
Cupping her face into his hands, he pulled her closer and wrapped his mandibles around her, covering up half of her astonished face. While her wide eyes looked into his, gently, he massaged her. With a soft, low growl, he pressed the fleshy part of his skin onto hers. As his teeth brushed against her lips Krea slightly trembled.
She felt paralyzed by this move but welcomed it with pleasure. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed his touch, which felt pleasantly good. My first otherworldly kiss, she thought humorously.
Gently, she pushed against his chest letting him know that was enough.
Pulling his face away he noticed her body heat elevated again, just like at the waterfall, he thought.
Lightly, she touched her forehead feeling the shallow, tender scar tissue beneath her fingertips. Then she touched his forehead where he also had a similar scar marking his skin. Now she understood while he had that scar.
After collecting the dogs and the alien's skulls, they walked back to the cave. Cleaning off the skulls with a special tool, he then polished them while she watched his every move mesmerized. Feeling exhausted, she lay down and shortly after she fell asleep. While she slept, he sat down on the floor admiring his collection.
A month has passed and there were no signs of any more Xenomorphs.
During this time, Krea grown used to his lifestyle. However, on some occasions, she still dreamed of having her morning coffee, but she was happy to be alive and have someone like Arcol with her. With every passing day, they learned to communicate with each other. While he absorbed sign language like a sponge, she also started to understand his language as well.
A few times she asked him why he chose to live in isolation, but he refused to talk about it. After that, she never brought up the subject again. As time passed, she buried the memories of her parents and her fiancé deep within her, trying to focus on her future. This was her life now and she had to accept it either she liked it or not.
She was still young and would have loved to have a family, but she wasn't sure if this was even possible with a species like him. The way he looked at her or acted around her sometimes made her wonder if he was even attracted to her. She never asked, but was curious to find out if he felt the same as she did. If she had to spend the rest of her life with him, they had to make their relationship work, she thought one night looking at him as he feasted on a raw piece of meat.
One evening after they finished their meal, she asked him to accompany her.
When they reached the waterfall, after taking her clothes off, she waded into the water to wash up. While she was in the water, she clicked her tongue, gesturing for him to come inside.
Taking his clothes off, he stepped into the water and swam toward her. When he reached her, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her body to his.
The soft texture of her breasts pressing against his chest felt surprisingly pleasant. Instinctively he enfolded his arms around her and hugged her face with his mandibles.
She is offering herself to me, he thought amazed as her lean legs coiled around his hips.
A low moan escaped her feeling his manhood coming to life. At that moment the only thing she cared about was themselves and nothing else.
To mate with other species was strictly prohibited, but he liked her and felt attracted to her and he also yearned for her. He had never heard of any of his clan members having intercourse with humans, but he was certain someone somewhere has tried it already.
Running his hands down her back, he placed his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her up until she was aligned with his erect manhood.
Moving his head away, he gazed into her eyes and noticed her heat signature starting to elevate. Holding onto her hips, he pulled her closer and gradually he entered her.
A loud moan left her mouth as he fully immersed within her. Holding onto his shoulders, she threw her head back as he slowly and rhythmically started to move his hips. While the cool water swirled around them, Krea whimpered with pleasure every time his strong body collided with hers.
Digging his fingers into her buttocks, he let out a low growl feeling the tightness of her body. The incredible sensation that swept through him felt pleasurable, he thought as he enjoyed the mating. He didn't know what made her decide to offer herself nevertheless he was happy. This was his first time and it felt amazingly good, he thought, slamming his body against hers.
The wonderful feeling that traveled through Krea made her whimper louder when he let go of her buttocks and wrapped his hand around one of her breasts. Gently he pinched the erect nipple between his fingers elongating the sensitive bud. Closing his eyes, a soft clicking sound escaped his throat sensing her soft walls quivering around his length. She was close he sensed it. Picking up his pace, he looked at her and noticed her body heat elevated to the point where she looked like she was on pure fire. Opening his mandibles wide, a loud animalistic roar escaped him as he came undone simultaneously with her.
The amazing orgasm took her breath away. She would have never thought having intercourse with him would feel this good. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, a muffled scream left her mouth as her body shook with pleasure. When her breathing slowed down, she took a few shaky breaths and gazed into his eyes. She had seen him smile a few times but she had never seen him smiling as he did now. Clicking her tongue a few times, she signaled him that she was satisfied.
Cupping her face into his hands, he tenderly rubbed his thumbs on her cheeks feeling the comforting heat of her skin. Then he made a few soft clicking sounds letting her know his satisfaction.
That night when they were back at the cave, she climbed on top of him and slowly lowered herself onto him. Then she started to move her hips back and forth enjoying her time with him again. Holding onto her thighs, he watched her as the ecstasy took over her body again. Thrusting his hips upward, he followed her moves, which brought great pleasure to him.
Then his hands traveled up her taut stomach and enfolded her soft breasts. Leaning back, and placing her hands on his thighs, she twirled her hips making him growl with pleasure. He liked the position and so did she; he thought hearing her moans growing louder every time she rubbed herself against his body.
Her fingers deeply dug into his legs when she reached her peak, followed by a loud moan as her body shook with ecstasy, bringing him to his climax as well.
Collapsing on top of his chest, she let out a big sigh and then she clicked her tongue again letting him know she was happy.
Their relationship grew stronger as time passed. Gradually she started to feel happy again. The hunts and the lifestyle was something she started to cherish. Then as the months went by, she noticed changes within her body. She knew there was life within her making her smile as she rubbed her growing belly. They were going to have a child and she couldn't wait to hold the baby.
One humid morning when she was outside to collect some water, she noticed something.
There were fresh footprints in the mud and they didn't belong to Arcol.
As she spun around, something hit her on the head and then everything went black.
When she came to her senses, she was in a strange room surrounded by other Predators. Quickly looking around, she noticed none of them was her mate. One of them, possibly an elder, she thought, staring at his leathery face, stepped forward and placed his hand on top of her rounded belly making her shiver with fear.
Then he made a few clicking sounds asking her how far along she was.
Lifting up her hand, she showed him five fingers. Clicking her tongue, she asked where Arcol was hoping they would understand her. But instead of replying, he signaled to the others to pick her up. Then she was ushered out of the room and walked into a wide metal corridor. At the end of the corridor was a large door with intricate alien designs carved into its black surface. Anxiously, she looked at the other Predators. Then the eldest opened the door and Krea found herself in an expansive room with large windows letting in the bright afternoon light. Then her eyes landed on a throne adored with skulls of all types where another elder sat intently staring at her. There were others in the room as well. As she walked past them she noticed some females staring at her with and accusing expression. Some even made a loud hissing sound showing their disgust and disapproval. Anxiously she scanned the crowd hoping to find Arcol. However, he was nowhere to be seen.
Did they kill him? She asked herself as tears started to swell in her eyes.
When they reached the throne, the other Predators bowed their heads and then they walked away from her leaving Krea alone in front of the clan leader.
For a few seconds, an eerie silence enveloped the chamber as he curiously measured her up. Then he stood up and approached her.
Lifting up her dreads, he looked at them with interest and then grabbing her chin, he tilted her head upward looking at her face. Then his eyes landed on her belly and a deep frown appeared on his leathery face.
"How is this possible?" He asked in English.
When she didn't reply, the elder Predator spoke up in their native language.
"Arcol said she is mute."
"Hmmm, interesting." The clan leader replied in the same manner.
"We also found the wreckage of a ship not too far from his cave." The elder said.
"A wreckage you say?" The clan leader asked. "What else?"
Looking behind her, the elder beckoned one of the Predators to come close. Stepping closer, he placed three Xenomorph skulls in front of the clan leader and then he stepped back and took his place amongst the rest.
"These are fresh kills." The elder said looking at the clan leader. "And she bears his mark." He added gesturing toward her.
"Yes, I've noticed that." The clan leader replied. Then turning his attention toward her he asked in English.
"How many have you killed?"
One. She signaled by pointing her index finger up.
"One?" He asked in English.
She replied yes by nodding her head.
Then they started talking in their language again. Most of the time she understood their conversation. They talked about her people's ship and about Arcol. To her relief, she found out he was not dead but incarcerated. Then she heard them talking about the child. They way they talked about the fetus was like talking about a piece of an experiment. She was terrified to think about them taking the child from her. They wanted to know how it would look like and how it would fit into their society. While some of them argued over her fate and the fate of the fetus, she looked around and saw a large female with biceps bigger than her thighs glaring at her. Swallowing hard, Krea quickly tore her gaze away.
"I want that child." The clan leader said to the elder. "Make sure no harm comes to her while she is carrying it."
"As you wish." The other one replied.
Signaling to the others, they escorted her out of the room and into the prison with many cells where she was going to spend her days until the child was ready to be born.
As night came, they brought some food for her and after the guards left; Krea forced herself to eat it. Her appetite was low, but the baby needed to eat and she had no choice but to eat. When she finished, she lay on her cot and stared at the wall. Unable to fall asleep, she walked up to the bars of her cell and clicked her tongue a few times hoping to find Arcol within the prison.
A few seconds later she heard his voice coming from the left.
Extreme happiness swept through her hearing him. Then she clicked her tongue again letting him know she was fine. While they communicated with each other, others within the prison curiously listened to them. Then a loud roar was heard as one of the guards ordered them to stay quiet.
With frustration, she let out a muffled scream letting the guard know that she was upset with him and with everyone else. Stepping closer to her cell, the guard slammed the end of his lance on the bars, signaling her to stay quiet.
With a sullen face, she stepped back and sat down on the bed.
Under the guard's watchful eyes, she lay down and turned her back to him. As tears started to run down her face, she prayed to find a way to escape before the baby arrives.
To be continued...
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