I will be updating whenever I can, but I really like to keep my stories interesting. Updating times will vary. So, if I don't post anything new for a while, it's because I am busy trying to write a new chapter with an interesting plot.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Predator, Alien, or Predator vs. Alien franchise. The characters of this story and this storyline are original.

Chapter 1: Neutrality

First off, let me introduce myself. I am Vita, Vita Viveret. My parents love the Latin language. My name means Life Alive. But the Yautja call me Yeyinde, Brave One. It's a nickname really. The Yautja are an alien species that reign superior compared to mine, humans. But they do not reveal themselves to us. Not usually anyway. There are families like mine that house them whenever they visit my planet. I bet you are wondering why they would visit Earth. Well….they hunt…us. They don't harm the people who house them. In fact, they only hunt criminals, murderers, rapists; basically the people that prove to be dangerous, a challenge, and a worthy kill.

My family has taken care to provide for the Yautja for many generations. You see, I am of African American descent. Centuries ago, an Elder Yautja was on a hunt when it saw a man and woman running through a dense forest. They intrigued him and so he followed them from the trees. The woman he saw was pregnant and the man was her mate, or husband. They were slaves you see and they were on the run. But their owner was not far behind them. The owner had a gun and this set off the Yautja's predator instinct. Harming a pregnant female and her pup is prohibited is his species. The fact that the owner was also directly aiming for the pregnant woman only set him off further. The couple was clearly defenseless. When the owner had the man and woman cornered against a rock wall; the predator made his move. That owner didn't know what hit him, but the man and woman watched on as the predator practically decapitated their owner. Since the predator had revealed himself, he had two choices; kill the man and woman, but that was against his customs since the woman was pregnant, or have them be his designated caretakers whenever him or his clan members needed a place to stay on Earth. This Elder Yautja was very well mannered and educated. He decided and told them that he would not harm them as long as they helped him in return.

And that is how my ancestors escaped slavery and became Yautja caretakers. Over the decades, my family grew rich and decided to live in a more secluded area where nobody would snoop in their business. So, here we are, in the mountains of Oregon. Our house is basically a mansion. It was built with high and wide door frames as well as 12 ft plus ceilings. We have two basements. Both underground and equipped to hold at least three medium sized Yautja ships per floor.

I bet you wonder what it is the yautja do when they visit us. Our human technology is changing and so is our security. Everything in our world has been evolving so quickly, whenever they leave and come back, they aren't sure if their hunts will be successful or they fear that they will be exposed. So, during their stays, we educate them on the newest technology and changes in Earth's geography. The Yautja only upgrade and reevaluate their technology and weapons according to the efficiency of their prey's weapons.

Our relationship with the Yautja is unique. The clan that we house is like family to us. Some of my relatives have even hunted with them and traveled with the Yautja. When I was little, I would only play with the Yautja children. There was only three that would always come with their parents to visit. All of them are boys. The last time I saw them, I was around 12 years old. Other clan members continue to visit though. Now, I am almost 18 and I find it weird that they have gone this long without visiting. My parents simply explained that it was time for the boys to prepare for manhood and such. Two of the boys are twins. Their names: Dachande and Dahdtoudi, Different Knife and Little Knife. The third child's name is Dhi'rauta, meaning Cunning.

Since they've been gone, I've made a few friends. Two to be exact. One girl who is my age and one boy that is a year older than me. I met Mimi shortly after my Yautja friends departed. I only met Jefferson a few months ago. But once I met each of them, we were been inseparable. I volunteer at our town's hospital and Jefferson was a patient under a coma for three months. He had been in a car accident with mild injuries and woke up as I was checking his bandages. His heart monitor had suddenly sped up as I was checking and I thought he was having a nightmare or something. But once I saw his face, I froze. His bright silver-blue eyes were open and staring at me. We were both not moving in shock. I recovered fast from our daze and called for a nurse. I was then escorted out of the room, I could hear Jefferson ask for my name and I told him who I was.

You see, I was never really good at socializing with the other human children my age. When I was in grade school, the others ostracized me from their groups and activities. This still goes on to this day. The other human teens my age just think of me a weirdo, crazy chick, and solitary freak. But I always had my Yautja friends to keep me company whenever they'd visit. Jefferson and I never interacted until the day I was assigned to his room while I would volunteer. I'd seen him around at school, but we never acknowledged each other's existence. After he woke up from his coma, he requested to see me everyday until he was discharged.

Jefferson turned out to be a very nice and well-mannered guy unlike his friends and now ex-girlfriend who practically ditched him when they found out that he was talking to me. His friends shocked him. He didn't know or understand why they were being so mean and rude towards me in the first place. Jefferson stood by my side though and lost all his friends, but he gained Mimi and I's friendship. Unfortunately, Jefferson is held back this upcoming school year because he missed valuable information to pass the 12th grade. So, he mostly likely will have the same classes as me and Mimi.

My family has been connected to the Yautja for so long that they had some of their technology installed into our home. This proved to be very useful for me since I was not able to see my alien friends for years. They ended up constantly sending me images of their accomplishments. They all have hunted now. They all have their clan's strength and pride. My parents even informed me that some clan members, including my friends would be visiting. Dachande, Dahdtoudi, and Dhi'rauta will all be hunting humans for the first time. I know that they will be different, but our friendship and bond is strong. Their clan treat my family with respect and have always looked to us as their brethren, fellow warriors, equals.

Although I have missed my friends, I cannot be as open with them as I once was. We are not children anymore and none of them have mates yet. Since I turned 16, the Yautja that visit us warn my parents and me of my status. I am of age to them. I am of age to bear children. But, being that I am family to them, none of them have treated me any different. My friends will be kept some distance from me because none of them have mated and for them to be around a female who is not mated and of age is dangerous.

They will be here tonight. Excitement has overwhelmed my fear of what could happen. To be honest, these boys are my only friends that are my age. I can talk with older members of the clan, but they are more like acquaintances than boy's upcoming visit is kind of a big deal. I guess I forgot to mention that they are royalty to their clan. The twins' father is the clan leader and the other boy's father is the clan leader's' younger brother.

With royalty coming to our home, I've spent most of the morning cooking. With three almost fully grown Yautja comes a larger feast. There will be at least 10 Yautja in our household. Thankfully, my parents were informed that the Yautja would be bringing a majority of the feast with them, but that does not mean we have to cook any less. They are supposed to arrive around 6pm tonight. My parents and I have to dress in Yautja clothes for the mean. It is customary to dress as such during the first meal of each visit.

But this worries me. Three unmated Yautja males will be seeing me practically half naked for the first time since I was 12. My body has drastically changed since then. I have plump breasts, a lean muscular body, and agility; my hair reaches my lower back and no marks on my body. When a male see no marks on a female body, in Yautja culture, that means she has not been mated. The traditional clothing my mother and I have to wear is the equivalent to a bikini. However, because my mother is married, she gets to wear a skirt and tube top like piece. Because I have respect amongst the clan, I am permitted to wear a skirt, but it only covers just below the curve of my butt. My hair must be worn out and combed thoroughly. The shape of my curly hair naturally shapes my face and falls over and behind my shoulders. At least my hair covers some of the exposed skin of my upper body.

The skies have been cloudy for the past week and a half. Luck was on our side; today was a darker cloudy day. This makes it easier for the Yautja to land in our backyard. Our backyard has a hatch that opens to a scale that transports their ship into our basement. They helped set that up for us as well. That's how our relationship is. We take care of them, they take care of us.

I spent the rest of my time reading poetry and mythology before the Yautja's arrival. As soon as I heard the backyard hatch opening, I placed my books on my bookshelf and made sure my outfit was in place. I'd have only ten to fifteen minutes before I needed to open the basement doors to let them in. Standing in front of my mirror I began to apply red and black paint on my torso. This is customary as well. The red paint represents fertility and the black represents that I am not mated to any male. I find this useless though, the Yautja can smell that I am not mated, but customs are customs.

Closing my door behind me, I walk calmly down two flights of stairs to the main floor. Walking through the kitchen, I see my mother and father placing the food on the 30 foot long 5 foot wide table. There is plenty of room left for whatever food the Yautja bring with them. They see me walking through and walk behind me as I unlock and open the door to the main basement. A rush of almost tropical heat elopes me as I descend down the steps. My parents don't follow, but stay at the top of the stairs. This is custom as well. It takes me 50 steps to get to the staircase of our second basement. I hear faint clicking sounds as I approach. Unlocking the door, I open it wide and step to the side. The clicking sounds grow louder and I hear each heavy step of the Yautja as they ascend the steps. I don't look at them as they walk out of the doorway. I stare straight at the ground. Only when they entirety of the Yautja party stand before me, I look up and address them,

"Gkaun-yte, Yautja sain'ja mei-hswei. N'jauka."

I immediately recognized my three friends. They each were almost two feet taller than me. There are two kinds of Yautja. One is smaller than the other; they'd be almost a foot taller than me. I'm 5'8. The other kind of Yautja is very tall, about 2 feet plus my height. The two kinds of Yautja usually never mix because of some blood feud they've had since the dinosaurs roamed the Earth. My three friends had marks on their skin, most likely from their chivas. Chivas are trials , or tests, that all Yautja go through when they are deemed ready by their sire, trainer, or themselves. I saw that the majority of the Yautjas were carrying food.

Dachande stepped forward from the rest of the Yautja. Since he is the eldest son and his father is not here with them, he must make the customary greeting. Dachande placed his left hand on my right shoulder. He then gently shook my shoulder. This is the traditional Yautja way to greet one another. Almost immediately, his eyes, along with all the other Yautja's fell to the paint on my torso. I took a step back and gestured to the stairs across the basement. All but three of the Yautja followed my hand. My three friends continued to stare at my torso. Only when a Yautja guard came to Dachande's side and clicked to him,

"H'ko ka'Torag-na denkas, prince warriors."

I then began to lead the group of 15 Yautjas to the opposite side of the basement and up the stairs where my parent stood. I could feel my friends gazing upon my back as I walked quickly ahead of them. Yautja have such long strides that I have to walk faster or my heels would be stepped on. Once I reached the top of the steps, I resumed my place beside my parents. The three of us bowed in respect to each Yautja that passed. They all know where the dining room is and my parents were the last in the room. For tonight, Dachande and Dahdtoudi would sit at the ends of the table. Dhi'rauta sat in the seat that was more directly halfway between them. I sat across from him and my parents sat on either side of me. Our table was now full with food and Yautjas. Dahdtoudi stood from his chair,

"On behalf of your family hosting us, we present you with our successful kv'var from the planet of beasts. My cousins and I brought down this D'yeka. My brothers and fellow warriors, tonight we feast on this beast, may we thank Paya for such a grand admeha."

With that, everyone dove in to grab some of everything. It was a messy and loud ordeal. Yautjas snapping at each other to pass the admeha, naxa, c'ntlip and such. Even through all this madness, I saw my three friends continuously glancing at me and my torso. But they said nothing to me. Whenever they saw me catch them looking, they'd have a strange look in their eyes before they turned away. I inwardly rolled my eyes. These boys may not be the same as they were all those years ago, but it seems they have a new and dangerous interest in me.

Translations

kv'var- hunt

admeha- meat

naxa- fruit

c'ntlip- alcoholic drink

Gkaun-yte, Yautja sain'ja mei-hswei. N'jauka.-Greetings, my Yautja warrior brothers. Welcome.

H'ko ka'Torag-na denkas, prince warriors.-No lurking eyes, prince warriors.