Definitely some non-con in this chapter.

Kira chews on her lip as she sits across the living room from her dad. He looks good, tired and older than she remembered, but good. The last time she'd seen him he'd been storming down the driveway towards his car, not even looking back. Guilt and regret ate away at her stomach, twisting it painfully. He wasn't even looking at her, studying the grain of the wood the coffee table was made of. He had cut that tree down himself and handmade it for her mother. Their initials were carved in the bottom. She had told him to take it with him, but he had said it belonged in that house. The house they'd built specially for them. The house they put so much work into. The house he'd rather forget was real.

"I um...I was heading out of town for a few days and I thought I'd come by and see how you were on my way out." Her dad finally says, breaking the awkward silence around them. "I heard about the fire...wanted to see if you were alright."

It had been almost a week since the explosion and he was just now checking on her. "Yeah, I'm okay. It didn't make it this far."

He nods. "That's...that's good. We could hear it and see it all the way in town. It's too bad, the wreck."

She had read that online. The cover story. An oil truck had been hit after a semi driver fell asleep at the wheel. The fire had caused the oil truck to explode. It was hard to believe as they didn't get many semi's in their area, but the people in this town were so desperate for something exciting to happen they'd believe anything.

Kira nods. "It was loud, the explosion. Woke me from a dead sleep."

"I bet. I am glad you're alright, though."

It's silent between them for a while before her dad finally stands up, going to the wall with the photos. He looks over them all, taking in the old memories.

"You left them up."

Kira nods. "Yeah. Felt weird taking them down. Empty."

He picks up the picture on the mantle of the three of them: her, her dad and her mother at the top of a nearby peak. Her mother had convinced them to hike it. Her being only 10, she had gotten tired halfway up and her dad had carried her the rest of the way to the top. She still remembers that day. Her mother had been so happy outside.

"I'm glad you kept them up." He places the picture back on the mantle. "Remember all the happy times."

Kira nods again, watching him as he makes his way to the kitchen. She gets up, following. He glances at the towels haphazardly thrown on the floor but thankfully doesn't ask as he moves to the back door, looking out at the yard.

"The garden looks good." One of her mother's other joys. "You'll have to send pictures in a few weeks when it really starts to bloom."

"I will. I planted a lot this year."

He nods, looking out past the garden to the barn. "The barn looks different."

Kira glances out as well, looking at the barn. It did look different. She can't quite put her finger on it, but something had changed. She hadn't touched the barn since her mom died, so she knows it couldn't have been her doing.

"Yeah, I was, uh, cleaning it up a bit. Maybe set it up and get a couple of animals again. It gets...quiet out here."

The two sheep had been her mother's favorite out of the animals they'd had growing up. She'd loved them almost as much as she'd loved Kira.

Her dad nods again. "I think that's a good idea." He looks down at his watch. "I uh, should hit the road here. I just...wanted to make sure you're alright."

"I'm okay, dad." Kira nods. "It's..." She chews on her lip. "I like it out here."

"I'm glad." He moves to the door, Kira following. "I, uh, I'll see you later, I guess."

Kira nods. "Yeah. I'll be around."

Kira watches him walk to his car, remembering the night he left.

It had been a week after the funeral. Kira knew it was coming, she'd seen the way he looked at the house, seemed to just wander around like a ghost. He'd stare out the window at the half-finished garden, stand in the doorway of the bedroom staring at nothing and everything. He was lost in the constant reminders of her and he couldn't stand it.

It had been six years since the day that he told her he was leaving, that he couldn't stand being around the memories, around her. She was haunting him in that house and he told her she could stay, he'd keep the property, pay for it. But he couldn't stay. He had left her there, running from the memories of her mother, the woman he'd loved since they were children. It had been the last time he'd stepped foot in that house as he carried the last box to his car, not looking back as he drove into town, leaving her and the ghost of her mother behind.

At least, until his unexpected visit. Things had been awkward between them since her mother's death. She had been the glue that held the three of them together and after she died, there was nothing there to hold them anymore. Kira knew he felt guilty for leaving her there, for running. She knew it was pride that had driven him back, pride that had brought him to check on her. He hated seeming like a coward, for leaving his 20-year-old daughter to move into an apartment in town to escape the memory of his dead wife.

Kira didn't blame him. She'd seen how he just left himself when she died. It was like a part of his soul died with her. He had left to try to find it again, but six years and he didn't seem any closer to fixing it. That's what he did. He fixed things. Kira had long ago accepted that her mother was gone, that she wasn't coming back. She missed her terribly, but all she could do was keep her memory alive while her father just wanted to forget. Everyone has their coping mechanisms. Everyone grieves differently. Kira just wished she hadn't been so awful to her father when he left. Hadn't said the things she'd said to him.

It's late afternoon by the time Kira can peel herself out of the chair in the living room. She'd sat and stared at the driveway for long enough. The visit from her dad had brought up too many memories, too much to try to process in one day. She had things to do, and a barn to investigate.

She pulls on her boots and grabs a flashlight before heading out to the barn. It was far enough away from the house that the true damage to it couldn't be seen. She hadn't touched the barn in six years, and it certainly looked that way. She was glad for that, especially when she saw why it looked so different.

She slides the door open, nearly dropping the flashlight. All around the inside of the barn is a hard black substance. Lining the walls, across the floor, up onto the roof. It was like something out of a science fiction movie. She takes a hesitant step forward, having to step up onto the substance. It was slightly sticky and gooey, her boots making suction noises with every step. She shines the flashlight around, the only light coming from the window high in the loft. The goo had covered the others, making it dark and unearthly inside. She sees movement out of the corner of her eye, whirling around and falling backwards as she finds herself face to face with her alien.

She gasps in surprise, pointing the flashlight on it from her place on the ground. It hisses slightly at her, almost a sound of annoyance than anything. So this is where it disappeared during the day. It seemed it had done this in the week since it had arrived, making its own home in her barn.

The alien stands over her before dropping down so they're face to face. Its hands are on either side of her, trapping her between it and the sticky ground. It nudges at her shoulder, making it throb in protest. She turns slightly, holding it away from him as he goes to nudge it again.

"Why did you bite me?"

It hisses at her; the sound vibrating the surrounding air. It seemed so still and stagnant in the barn with the goo around her, the very air seeming to vibrate with every movement. The air ripples as the alien moves, picking her up before moving deeper into the barn, towards the back wall. It settles down so her back is against a wall of the goo, holding her. Kira huffs out a sigh, having no choice but to relax in its grip.

"So it seems you're not going anywhere." The alien hisses in response. "You need a name. Something I can call you. Do you have a name?" She doesn't get a response. "You're not a very communicative species. Or maybe humans just aren't smart enough to figure out how to communicate like you."

The alien finally hisses, moving Kira rather roughly so her back is pressed against the floor now. It's hunched over her again, one leg on either side of hers. I guess that was enough talking for now. Kira feels trapped as the alien lifts a hand, four fingers curling around the neck of her jacket before ripping downward. The fabric tears easily, revealing her bra. The air inside the barn is cool, making goosebumps form on her skin. Her heart is pounding despite the fact she knew this was coming. She knew this would happen soon.

The alien presses its face up against her bite mark again, making it ache and throb in response. Kira groans, attempting to get away from the pain, but the alien hisses dangerously in her face. She swallows thickly, drool starting to drip on her bare skin. The alien sits back slightly, a clawed hand reaching out towards her face. Its skin is rough as it runs its fingers over her face, feeling her. Her eyes close as it moves lower, claws pressing into her skin as it moves down her neck and onto her chest. Her breath hitches as its palm brushes over one of her breasts, causing it to pause before slowly moving lower over her stomach.

It lets out a soft hiss as it moves over her stomach, Kira holding her breath as it moves lower. The alien shifts over her, its hand brushing over the top of her pelvis. Kira moves as well, her hips shifting in response to its touch. Her eyes fly open as the alien presses its palm against her, clawed fingers curling around the hem of her jeans. Her brain catches up to her, beginning to process what was happening, and the panic begins.

"No!" She kicks out at the alien, landing one against its chest. It hisses at her, but she doesn't cower in fear, wiggling and fighting her way out from under it.

As soon as she can she's on her feet, racing from the barn and back towards her house. The fear that the alien could easily catch her, pounce on her before she even reaches her door drives her on faster. But she makes it inside, slamming and locking the sliding back door before she collapses to her knees, dry heaving as she sobs.

It wasn't the fact that the alien was touching her. She knew that would happen. She had been expecting it.

No, she was upset about the wetness between her own legs. She had been enjoying it.