Chapter 2: Conception
A light blazed on from a window on the second floor. The sounds of rustling and footsteps were the only noises that came from inside the walls of the house. Lucy stood there patiently, following the series of windows that lit up with her eyes. One-by-one windows became ablaze with light, gradually growing closer and closer to the door, until the footsteps were close enough to be heard without focusing.
The door swung open and a groggy young man stood in the doorway, backlit by the room behind him. "Yes?" He yawned, rubbing his eyes. He sounded rather annoyed to be awake at such a late hour. "What the hell do you want, lady?"
Lucy blinked her emotionless, red eyes at the human before her. Carefully she looked him up and down with her eyes. The man was in nothing but a white undershirt and light green boxers. This allowed Lucy to see the majority of the human male's muscular anatomy.
"Interesting body structure." Lucy thought to herself. "He must be a field worker."
The man raised a cross eyebrow at her. "Um, lady?"
Lucy didn't respond. She simply stood there with her arms at her side, continuing to inspect him for genetic potential.
"He doesn't look much older than me, and already he has a house all to himself." Lucy thought. "He's obviously a hard worker, and can easily build up muscle mass. Physical strength could be a valuable trait for us. Who knows? It might also help us increase our mental strength. More strength for us could mean more power. I like what I see so far."
Out loud, Lucky asked flatly: "May I come inside?"
The man didn't know it...but at that moment, he was in grave danger. If he had known...he probably would've avoided being so rude in his response.
"Fuck off." He said with a roll of his red-rimmed eyes, throwing the door shut with as much strength as he could muster.
Before the door could slam in her face, Lucy manifested her vectors. The door not only froze mid-swing, but came flying off its hinges with enough force to splinter the wood. The man ducked to the floor, covering his head from the flying debris. Trembling, he watched the pink-haired young woman slowly enter his house, her eyes glaring down at him with all the most malicious intent in the world. Four invisible forces, that felt startlingly like hands, pinned his arms and legs down to the floor as the woman came within meters of him. She hovered over the struggling young man, squeezing his sides between her ankles as she straddled him.
She saw sweat pouring from his temples as she lowered her body onto his, sitting firmly on his stomach to ensure that he wouldn't escape. Her heart pounded, not out of desire - far from that - but out of pure, primal need.
"Alright then." The Queen said softly, in her lower voice. "We'll do it the hard way."
Instinct drove her to what she did next, but the only thing she anticipated was what would come from this act.
Lucy blinked open her eyes when the morning rays shone on them. She was under the covers of the young man's bed, she'd found it in one of the upstairs rooms. All she had had to do was follow the trail of lit rooms up the stairs and down a thin hallway. The place was cozy. Just the right place for a single bachelor. She had found no traces of anyone else in the house, so he was indeed a bachelor. It had been a long time since Lucy had slept in a bed that comfortable. Actually, it had been months since she had slept in a bed at all.
Hunger drove her downstairs. Stealing several rations of food from the man's kitchen, she prepared herself a small breakfast of fruit and various other cartable food items. She stuffed whatever else she could carry into a satchel she had found the night before. She would be carrying it from now on to keep her supplies in. It would be much easier than stuffing her face whenever she could and running. Now, she could carry days' worth of food and drink without much worry at all.
Speaking of last night, Lucy couldn't help but feel a bit of a radiance emanating from her pale skin. She had never mated before, and hadn't even known how to. Yet, instinct had told her everything she needed to know. As a result, she had discovered a level of physical pleasure that...she had never before experienced. The afterglow of her first sexual encounter was stifled a bit when she looked upon the body of her first partner. He was right where she had left him after last night's endeavors: in the center of the first room, right inside of the gaping, open doorframe.
He had served her well, this rude, human male. He had provided enough of his seed to give the young Queen hope that her first conception would occur. Lucy couldn't help but grin at her good luck; she had found the perfect male on her very first try. She hoped her future endeavors would be just as satisfying.
She hadn't wanted to kill him, but when he had begun screaming threats to call the authorities...she had panicked. She hadn't left too much gore behind, she had been careful of that. A simple decapitation...that was all that needed to be done. She had ended it quickly, as well. No sooner had she gotten what she needed from him, she had manifested a single vector and carried out the deed. No more, no less. Just like that.
Having had her fill, and her new satchel filled with supplies, Lucy stepped over the headless body of the man and stepped out the broken door. As she continued down the country road she had come from, she thought about the giant step she had taken, and felt a sense of pride well up in her. Hopefully, if her luck would only hold out, the man's death would not be in vain. Lucy looked over her shoulder at the small cottage as it got further, and further away.
"Thank you." She whispered under her breath, her deep, red eyes blinking. "Your contribution to my cause will not be forgotten."
