Adamus's P.o.V
I couldn't remember a time when she looked more beautiful. Her long platinum blond hair cascades down her dark Carmel toned ,flawless shoulders.I wraped an arm around her small curved waist, pulling her close to me,savoring the smoothness of her skin,softer than silk more like... flower petals. I barry my face into the crook of her neck breathing in her scent,like honeysuckles. Her grip is strong, far stronger than my own. She holds on like she never wants to let go, with an almost urgent feeling to it.
"You gonna just stand there all day or are you gonna kiss me?" I blush at being caught staring.
"Don't worry I don't mind...in fact I like it when you stare" she leans in when I do ,strands of her long blond hair fall in front of her face, and I don't hesitate to brush them aside. Our lips connect and we don't pull away until we're gasping for air.
"Mmmm this is nice" she breathes into my chest, tightening her grip. We're suddenly lying in a large green field ,a cloudless blue sky overhead. Just holding each other. I feel my self stiffen between my legs, I instinctively pull away embarrassed,but she notices anyways and presses her self against me wrapping a leg around my own.
"Gross" she purrs.
Feeling a burst of confidence I roll us over so that I'm on top,our foreheads pressed together; her legs spread by my knees.
"yeah go ahead and stare" her lips brush mine, "Go ahead and stare-BECAUSE THATS ALL YOU'LL BE ABLE TO DO!" I jump back,I'm not staring into One's beautiful face anymore but the pale,pasty,scarred-face of some ugly Mog with this strange purple scar around his neck.
"TRAITOR!" The Mog screams with a knife aimed right at my throat...
"Aaahhh!" I bolt up right in bed,gripping the sheets,covered in a layer of cold sweat. I wait until my breathing goes back to normal before tossing the sheets aside and sliding my legs over the edge of the bed. I sit there holding my head in my hands. It was just a dream. Nothing more. Theres a moan from behind me and I'm instantly reminded of my uh...guest. Her name escapes me-which is just fine by me, her physical traits are all that I'm interested in; Blond hair, big boobs and slim. Sound familiar?
Looking at the sleeping beauty I mentally give myself a pat on the back, she's better looking than any of my previous conquests. But she's not me. I cringe at that sudden thought. My mind is always playing tricks on me like that, I'd hear One's voice in my head or see her face in a crowd and then she'd be gone. Leaving me cringing and feeling like shit. Thats usually when I hook up with the Number One look-alikes. One is dead! She was dead before you even met her! A figment of your imagination NOTHING MORE!
I'm startled out've my thoughts when my current guest begins to stir in her sleep, signaling me that its mine time to go. Pushing thoughts of One aside I reach down between my legs and remove the large soggy condom. Mogs and Humans can't breed and neither of us can carry the STDs that our species can catch, but better safe than sorry I guess.
My shower is quick and I'm in a towel and out the door before she wakes. Part of me feels bad for just leaving her like that, using her...but this feeling doesn't last long. I head over to Sam and Malcom's room ,several doors down. I open the door with a flick of the wrist. The Goodes are both still sound asleep. I glance at the small alarm clock on the nightstand between their beds; it reads 4:30, I frown. We over slept. Throwing on a pair of pants I rouse the Goode's.
"Come on wake up Sam! Malcom you to!" I scream pulling a shirt over my head, the lights flicking on with a thoughts command. Both men groan and throw the sheets over their heads,begging for five more minutes. Ignoring them I quickly brush my teeth. I'm out the door in 5.
"I'm loading the car then we're going out for breakfast and hitting the road!" I scream. They wave me off in a way that I know means I'll have to come back and rouse their sorry asses all over again. I'm more scared than angry, and it's not that I'm unsympathetic twords them it's just that I REALLY don't want the rest of my people catching up with us. With my legaciesOne's legacies at less than satisfactory and two humans to protect I don't fancy a fight.
While loading the truck I try to act as natural as possible, like I belong here,like I'm not a rouge alien fugitive running from arguably the most dangerous race in the galaxy on a strange primative alien planet. I'm just about finished when I begin heading back upstairs to rouse the sleeping . When I pass my room. The door is wide open and there's a cleaning lady, she wears a look of disgust and absolute revoltion while handling my soiled sheets. Muttering to her self. I instantly feel bad for the poor old women and pray my guest wasn't in there when the cleaning lady came. Fearing an encounter I rush back to the Goodes.
We eat a quick dinner at the local dinner that thankfully have wi-fi. Malcom managed to get his hands on a laptop some time during our escape and now uses it to search for news on the remaining Garde. So far with no such luck. Sam and I are busy scarfing down our third helping of pancakes while Malcom talks, sipping a cup of coffee. Horrible stuff.
"Sam where did you say Number Six was headed?" Malcom suddenly asks almost choking on his coffee.
"Spain why?" he answers by turning the laptop around.
" Small Spanish convent bombed,strange symbols burned into the side of a mountaine...suspected work of some strange cult." Sam read aloud.
"Look at the symbols" Malcom urges. Sam doesn't recognize them but I do.
"They're Loric!" I gasp loudly then quickly glance around. The dinner is packed and no one seems to have heard me .
" I only have a basic understanding of the Loric writing system but I recognize these symbols" Malcom pauses to sip his coffee. A little annoying but I stay quiet.
"These are the Loric numbers 7 and 10. The third I know is the symbol for Garde" he stops a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"Well we know-or at least think that a girl possibly a Garde was in Spain and Six went looking for her...Six said she knew for a fact that number Seven was a girl...so I'm guessing this was one of the Garde trying to say that Number Seven is here but number 10? There is no Number 10, There were only 9 garde...so why the 10?" Sam to now had that same thoughtful look that Malcom had. There was no doubting their two were spitting images of each other.
"Wait! John mentioned a second ship!" Sam gasped his eyes suddenly wide with excitement.
"What second ship?" Malcom asked confused.
"Leaving Lorien! John said after he and the others left in the first ship he saw and second, smaller one -" Sam started to say before Malcom interrupted him,
"and this ship must've had a 10th garde on it!" The two were standing now,giddy with excitement. A few people were glancing over at them with made me self-conscious and duck down,hoping no one would see me...with them.
"Guys! I hissed, embarrassed and suddenly feeling exposed, "Sit down! people are starring!" they both sat down barely containing their excitement.
"Theres a 10th garde!" Sam squeaked as if saying a funny joke. Malcom grinning like an idiot.
"yeah that's nice but how exactly does this help up?" I snap sounding a lot meaner than I'd ment to. Thankfully neither of them seemed to have noticed,too caught up in their own excitement.
"Well we know Six,Seven and now 10 are in Spain-or were, we also know that 4 and 9 are here in America so now all thats missing are 8 and 5" Malcom concludes. Yes thank you Malcom because for a moment there Sam and I forgot how to count! These two were seriously starting to get on my nerves,and we needed to leave.
"Yeah great now lets pay and get out've here we can finish this when on the road" I directed this last part at Malcom while nodding twords the mass of people around us. Both men blushed as if just now remembering that they weren't alone but in a public place.
Malcom and Sam went to the car while I paid the waitress,a pretty young blond thing. Ooh if I had the time! Casting the waitress one last glance I went to join Sam and Malcom. Malcom was busy fiddling with the map but Sam just raised an eyebrow. Blushing I just shook my head. Sam knew of my many guest and their connection to Number One and thought he didn't approve he didn't say anything either.
"So uh where we headed?" I asked clearing my throat.
Malcom pondered this for a moment. Bitting his lip he stared out the window,his eyes all narrow.
"Dad?" Sam asked. Not even bothering to look at us Malcom started the car and said,
"Home Sam. We're going home" I frowned and mouthed to Sam 'home' ?
"He means Paradise, Ohio" Though I had no idea where this Paradise, Ohio was I could tell it ment something to these two.
"Whats in Paradise ,Ohio?" I asked. Sam shrugged, both of us turning to his dad. who just sat there with a determined look on his face. Nothing like the jolly old man I just saw not a minute ago.
"There're some things I need to get from my office" He said rather cryptically.
"Dad...theres something you should know...about mom...she uh..." Sam rambled.
"Out with it Sammuel" Malcom commanded in a stern voice so unlike himself. I suddenly felt like an intruder.
The word is Alienated One's voice giggled in my head.
"She well...last time I saw her just before they captured me...there was this man with her and..." Sam bowed his head as if ashamed, like this was his fault or something. Malcom just sighed,
"I've been gone for a long time Sam...its only natural that your mother move on. In a way I'm grateful ...someone else was there for her when I wasn't" the conversation died there and no one spoke an awkward just sitting there I felt I needed to break this awkward silence.
"So uh this office...whats in it?"
"Theres this device that will enable us to track the Garde and their ship-er I guess its ships now" Sam's head shot up.
"Wait is this device and white tablet looking thing?"
"Yes how-"
"John has it, him and Six got into your 'lair' under the well and found it" Malcom nodded as if this was nothing new to him.
"So we still headed there ?" Sam asked confused by his father's silence.
"Yes" Malcom replied.
"Uh why exactly,the tablet isn't there its with John"
"Theres something else we need to get "
"What?" Sam and I asked in unison.
"It was given to me when I first welcomed the Garde and their Cepans on earth 11 years ago. Its a chest. A chest of inheritance"
"John didn't mention-"
"John wouldn't have seen it,because it wasn't in the lair but berried beneath the shed "
"Wait a chest like what John and the others have?" Sam asked.
"Yes...or at least I think so. Im not sure but when you mentioned the second ship and the possibility of a 10th Garde member it got me thinking"
"Thinking what?" I asked annoyed that he kept leaving us with questions unanswered, like that was ok or something.
"That maybe they knew about the 10 Garde, but they wanted to keep him or her a secret like an ace up their sleeves or something..."
"So what you think this chest belongs to Number 10?"
"No if 10 has a chest then it would be with him or her. No this chest was given to me by the pilot after the others had already left. He told me that this chest was like the ones I'd seen the others carrying but that it would need all 10 to open it. I thought maybe I heard him wrong or that one of us had counted wrong because I'd been told that there would be only 9 Garde so I assumed thats what he meant...but now that you've mentioned this Number 10 Im not so sure-BOYS LOOK OUT!" I turned in time to see a large semi truck barreling twords us. I quickly tried to stop it with my mind but it was too big and moving too fast.I was vaguely aware of Malcom trying to swerve out've the way just before everything went black...