Standard Disclaimer: Couldn't own it even if I wanted it.
Author's Offical-First-Chapter-Required Note: I'm going to keep you guessing. Or at least try.
Prey
Chapter One Varelse
I met someone.
Oh Christ.
I'm still a nervous wreck over it.
I met the most imposing man on Earth. I've never felt so little in my life. He... my mind's still whirling, I can't make sense of what it is I want to say. My fingers are shaking as I try to type. He was singularly the most frightening man I've ever encountered. Or dreamt of, for that matter. The moment his eyes locked onto mine, I felt as though I was dying, and reborn in the flames of those dark orbs, I belonged to him.
I was frozen, speechless, and I completely forgot where I was. Everything faded into the distance as I gazed upon the visage of the devil himself. I was terrified and oh-so urgently needed to find some water to unstick the lump in my throat. I knew I was on solid ground, but that appeared as a distant memory, as though the laws of physics ceased to exist around me. The universe suddenly contracted upon itself, bringing all the swirling, dark masses to a halt - the only thing left was me and the dark demon of Death who gazed upon me. He was a lion, and I was his lamb.
There was something so temptingly terrible with him. As my initial fear sunk away to freeze my toes, my lips and cheeks felt afire. I was staring back at him, my shame and modesty no longer a hindrance. I felt weak, yet attractive beneath his raven gaze. I was waiting for him to pounce, and thought the action unmistakably appealing. I was meat, dangling from a rope, waiting for the predator to strike. I couldn't wait for his teeth to sink in.
I found myself seated next to him, appreciatively noticing his biceps were roughly the size of tree trunks. I do not recall how I had managed to slide into his booth, much less speak my name to him. But the corner of his mouth curled up in some emotion, be it amusement or enjoyment - it didn't matter to me, it wasn't negative - and returned his own name in kind. I've since forgotten it. I remember, however, that it was strangely familiar, though exotic in pronunciation. Damn my forgetfulness!
We shared few words, the music was too loud, the drinks too intoxicating. Lights flickered on and off, bright, blinding steams filled with vivid color. He handed me a card and slipped into the crowd, disappearing into the ruckus like an evening fog as the sun rose. So mysterious. I wanted more.
And so here I am, jibbering excitedly, out of control. I can't find my cell phone, less I call everyone I knew and recount the tale again and again. My blood refuses to stop drumming in my ears and my heart is treating me like a sixty year old diabetic in insulin shock. I can't wait to meet him again.
I have his number.
Too bad I forgot his name.
A/N – To all those sci-fi fans out there, the term varelse is taken from the Ender Quartet by Orson Scott Card. Varelse is given to a group, specifically not terrestrial, that are incapable of rational communication. They act purely on instinct and it can not be made known whether or not they are sentient. They might be intelligent, but there is no way to find out. A "true" alien.
Author's Offical-First-Chapter-Required Note: I'm going to keep you guessing. Or at least try.
Prey
Chapter One Varelse
I met someone.
Oh Christ.
I'm still a nervous wreck over it.
I met the most imposing man on Earth. I've never felt so little in my life. He... my mind's still whirling, I can't make sense of what it is I want to say. My fingers are shaking as I try to type. He was singularly the most frightening man I've ever encountered. Or dreamt of, for that matter. The moment his eyes locked onto mine, I felt as though I was dying, and reborn in the flames of those dark orbs, I belonged to him.
I was frozen, speechless, and I completely forgot where I was. Everything faded into the distance as I gazed upon the visage of the devil himself. I was terrified and oh-so urgently needed to find some water to unstick the lump in my throat. I knew I was on solid ground, but that appeared as a distant memory, as though the laws of physics ceased to exist around me. The universe suddenly contracted upon itself, bringing all the swirling, dark masses to a halt - the only thing left was me and the dark demon of Death who gazed upon me. He was a lion, and I was his lamb.
There was something so temptingly terrible with him. As my initial fear sunk away to freeze my toes, my lips and cheeks felt afire. I was staring back at him, my shame and modesty no longer a hindrance. I felt weak, yet attractive beneath his raven gaze. I was waiting for him to pounce, and thought the action unmistakably appealing. I was meat, dangling from a rope, waiting for the predator to strike. I couldn't wait for his teeth to sink in.
I found myself seated next to him, appreciatively noticing his biceps were roughly the size of tree trunks. I do not recall how I had managed to slide into his booth, much less speak my name to him. But the corner of his mouth curled up in some emotion, be it amusement or enjoyment - it didn't matter to me, it wasn't negative - and returned his own name in kind. I've since forgotten it. I remember, however, that it was strangely familiar, though exotic in pronunciation. Damn my forgetfulness!
We shared few words, the music was too loud, the drinks too intoxicating. Lights flickered on and off, bright, blinding steams filled with vivid color. He handed me a card and slipped into the crowd, disappearing into the ruckus like an evening fog as the sun rose. So mysterious. I wanted more.
And so here I am, jibbering excitedly, out of control. I can't find my cell phone, less I call everyone I knew and recount the tale again and again. My blood refuses to stop drumming in my ears and my heart is treating me like a sixty year old diabetic in insulin shock. I can't wait to meet him again.
I have his number.
Too bad I forgot his name.
A/N – To all those sci-fi fans out there, the term varelse is taken from the Ender Quartet by Orson Scott Card. Varelse is given to a group, specifically not terrestrial, that are incapable of rational communication. They act purely on instinct and it can not be made known whether or not they are sentient. They might be intelligent, but there is no way to find out. A "true" alien.