Authors note: This is my first fanfiction so far, so please be patient with me. I do not own Predator, I am just a fan. I will try to follow their behaviour as well as I can, and I do not mind if you correct me on any mistakes. English is not my first language, so I apologise for any mistakes that I have made or forgotten to correct. I have to warn you, there will be coarse language, sexual scenes and interspecies sex later on, the reason it is rated M.
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I am running.

The trees are moving and I can feel the breeze from wind around me.

I am dreaming I know it.

Then I see the transparent shadow of the weird tall person and from behind him comes the creepy black beast. It has no eyes, but it still sees me.

I push the shadow man away and the beast jumps me, pushing me to the ground.

I can feel my heartbeat pulsing through my veins. I am terrified.

I see it in slow motion. How it opens its jaws, while saliva drips from its mouth.

I can barely keep its head away from me. It shoot out it tongue, where there is another set of jaws on. I move my head out of the way when it tries to hit me with its tongue.

I am going to die. I am going to die in the middle of the forest and no one will miss me. Who is going to feed my cat?

Just as I am going to give up, I remember my dagger, which I always carry on me when I go for a run in the forest. It is a habit from when I was a scout. I manage to get it out of its sheath, and just as the creature goes for the second try with its tongue, I stab it in its head. I hear a sizzling sound coming from the beast and I horrifying cry. As it goes through its death cramps, it knocks my head into the ground again and I feel a terrible pain in my head… everything goes dark.

I gasp for air as I sit up on the fur bed. My heart is still beating like crazy, but at least I remember what happened. I still wonder on how I ended up in this weird room, and on what kind of creature that beast had been. It must have been the shadow person, who had brought me here, but why? In addition, that beast was definitely no native to Denmark or any other country on Earth for that matter! I have always been fascinated by nature and have read many books about animals, and that thing did not look like it came from Earth. Therefore, it had to be an Alien.

What I am thinking? An Alien, yeah right! I have lost my mind! What would an Alien do in a small country like Denmark? Moreover, how would it have gotten there in the first place?

I must have hit my head too hard and then I must have hallucinated it all. Then again, who was that person?

Just as I thought that, a door slid up and in walked a very muscular and tall person, only wearing a loincloth and net like suit. He wore very a dark mask and from his head sprouted long dreadlocks of some kind. His skin was light moss green with brown spots, and his fingers had talons. It all screamed to me that he was not my species and that he looked dangerous.

I quickly hid my body from his view with a piece of fur and backed up into the corner of the fur bed.

. He cocked his head to one side, as if he wondered about my actions. Yeah like if he would not be confused, scared and a little angry to wake up in a strange place, stripped of your clothes and then some big muscular humanoid alien creature comes in, looking like he could snap you in two with his bare hands.

He did not comes closer; he just kept on looking at me. Like he wanted me to say something.

" Hvem er du? Hvad er du? Hvor er jeg? " I blurt out in my own language. It then occurred to me, that he would probably not understand it. Even if he could understand a human language, it would not be Danish, because it is not so common.

He cocked his head to the other side now. Yep, he did not understand a word I said. Maybe I should try with another language.

"¿Quién eres? ¿Qué eres? ¿Dónde estoy?" I say in Spanish. It does not look like he understands that either.

I feel a little down and decides to try it with English this time.

"Who are you? What are you? Where am I?" I say it slowly and as the last word leaves my mouth, I can see him react. He walks a little closer to me and says with a weird voice: "you are not worthy to know my name Ooman female; I am a proud Yautja Hunter. You are on board my vessel orbiting your planet Earth, and you should be grateful that I did not leave you unconscious in the forest"

My eyes pops open in surprise and I can feel my mouth gasping by surprise over that he could speak English. He seemed amused by my reaction and I could hear some clicking sound some from his mask, almost as if he was laughing at me.

I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks, as I grew angry. I do not like to be laughed at. Of course, was I surprised? Who would not be, it not like I meet English-speaking humanoid aliens every day.

I shoot him an angry glare and says, " well thank you very much, but it is not like I would have been eating by anything if you had left me, only if there were more than one of those black creatures, because there are not any large predators in my country's forests. What was that thing by the way?"

He stays quit for a short while and then he speaks, "Kainde amedha, hard meat or as some of you Oomans calls it a Xenomorph. We Yautjas hunt the Kainde amedha, and to be able to call yourself a Hunter, you have had to go through a chiva, trial where you have to kill the hard meats. Only then, you will be worthy to call yourself a hunter. You have killed a Kainde amedha, you an Ooman female, has gain the right to be called Hunter."

He turns his head away and becomes silent again, as if he was in deep thoughts. He then looks at me again. "I am called Lar'ja-Luar-ke, Dark Moon. You have already proven yourself worthy enough for the honour of knowing my name."

He then goes over to the door, then turns and looks at me. "Come with me, you need a bath and clothes, leave the fur".

I feel my cheeks grow hot again, this time from embarrassment.. I knew that he might not find me desirable because I am not his kind, but the thought of walking around with him in my underwear seemed indecent.. Especially because his physical appearance of his body was so similar of a human man. In the end, she mustered up enough courage to drop the fur and follow him.

As she followed him down the hall she notice that there was a small fog surrounding their feet. It must be some kind of gas, she thought to herself, yet she could breathe without trouble. Maybe that is why he is wearing the mask, to breathe better.

She bumped into him when he suddenly stopped in front of another door, as is slid up, she could see a large room, which looked similar to a bathroom with a large round tub in the middle. He turned to look at her. "You will bathe in the tub and I will bring you something to wear". He then left the room.

As she walked over to the tub, she felt silly about her embarrassment earlier. He did not seem to care about her walking around almost naked, he had not reacted at all. She felt a little down about it, which surprised herself. Was it not a good thing? Why would she feel down about it?

She somehow managed to fill the tub and soaked herself in it. It was wonderful to be able to relax a little.

Leia should just have known how much it had affected him to see her walk around half-naked. He had been aware of her every move, from the way her hair would fall down in front of her face and how she would move it away again, to the way her hips would sway from one side to the other when she took a step. When he had stopped and she had bumped into him, he had caught her scent once again. It was intoxicating to him. He felt stiff and could feel his loincloth grew tight. He quickly left her in the bathroom, so he could get away.

He had a hard time figuring out why he had told her his name. She had smelt of fear when he had entered the extra room, but it had quickly disappeared again. He had been curious about it and when she began to speak to him, he had tried to understand, but it had been in a foreign tongue to him. The only Ooman language he knew was English. She had tried again, in another tongue, but he had still not understood it. She had looked a little sad about it, and finally she had spoken with word he could understand. However, she had sounded like she gave him orders, which he did not like, she was Ooman.

He also felt dumb, when she told him that she would have been fine if he had just left her. Especially after all the trouble, he had had with bringing her on board and making sure she was all right.

As he kept on speaking to her, he realized that because she had killed the Kainde amedha and therefor had the right to be called a Hunter, she was worthy to know his name or that was what he told himself. He knew that he had acted a little harshly on the way she had spoken to him, and in secret, he wanted to hear her speak, his name and he had hoped to know hers. However, she had not done either.

He had felt himself get distracted by seeing her sit half-naked only covered by a little patch of fur. He had noticed that she had dirt on her face and that she need to be dressed quickly, so that he could think again.

He found some of his old clothes that he thought she could use and began to walk back to the bathroom.

As he came closer, he could hear a peculiar sound. It was soft and very alluring. She was singing. He knew that Oomans was able to create music with their voices, but he had never really spent any time to find out how it sounded, and here he was, hearing the sweet melody coming from his bath. He did not understand the words, but it did not matter, he was still enchanted.

He could not remember how long he just stood there listening, but when the wound stopped, he was pulled back to reality. He opened the door to give her the clothes, thinking that she might still be in the tub, but there she stood completely naked. Small drops of water was running down her body as the steam from the bath rose from behind her.

He unconsciously began to purr and could feel his body heat up. Could smell the scent from his own musk and the intoxicating scent she gave off. He grew stiff in all the right places. His body wanted her very badly.

He could see the chock in her face, and tried to calm himself down.

Cjit! He have to pull himself together! He was acting like a young blood! He quickly threw the clothes at her and began to walk and half way run down the hall. Why was he so fascinated by her? Why did he feel the need to mate with her? What was wrong with him?

He needed to get her back to Earth, and it could not happen fast enough!