Creation began on 09-13-21
Creation ended on 01-16-22
Species II
Welcome to the Family: Stripper
A/N: Here we are.
He should've taken a break from all of this, but he chose not to. Not when he was in a location on the planet that was known more for its anonymity than its publicity. For the last several days, he had lured several women into isolation with him, either burying them wherever he could where nobody would find them, or leaving them to be found by whoever was unfortunate enough to find them, and he'd be far from the scene of the act committed. There was no love lost between himself and any of them. Love was never there between any of them to begin with.
The women, all they wanted was to spend time with him, to have a memory of him. And he himself, the part of him that was now in control, that is…all he wanted from any of them…was just to spread further until there were enough to go further across the planet. In the end, they all got what they wanted from each other; the women received their memory of being with him, and he got what he needed to spread himself further. And now, here he was, looking to do so again before calling it a day.
The lights and music in the background were blinding and blaring. There was very little talk going on, and the women were many, showing much of their flesh to the eyes of the viewers. As he locked on one such female on a pole, he reached into his pocket and took out his wallet; his human education was an overtaxing course. The male half of the species was often desperate to propagate their race or just to mate with an attractive female that they had to pay a tribute for their time…and certain female members of the species were willing to offer their services in exchange for tribute. And in this case with humans, the tribute the male members of the species had to offer was often cash, as some females were willing to provide their services if bought.
He saw one of them catch his attention. Her face, her body, she was everything a selective female was supposed to be, and just as impressive as the previous females. So, as she met his gaze, he reached into his pants' pocket and pulled out a wad of bills, took one out and offered it to the barely-dressed performer. With a mischievous smile added in.
She smiled back.
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Patrick was fortunate enough that they were in a back room and that the music was blaring loud enough to mask the stripper's screams that he had to silence. Once her belly burst and the half-breed child was born, her screams diminished and, after a minute, she was dead. Unfortunately, however, he didn't have time to remove his clothes and now he had to get rid of the mother's body quickly, which made being in the back room a good thing. He gathered her body up in the blood-stained sheets and carried out before he could be noticed; with so many other, barely-dressed women around in front and the music loud enough to drown out conversations, all anyone had to do was look his way and see that something was off.
But nobody ever looked for him, and nobody ever suspected the stripper had gone missing. They were too busy trying to entertain themselves.
Carrying her body through a wooded area, Patrick found a secluded spot and quickly ran back to his car, which he had left parked in a secluded space, grabbed a shovel, and proceeded to dig up a shallow grave; it didn't need to be deep, just enough to cover her and hide her from sight. It took about ten minutes, but once he stomped the ground to flatten the soil, nobody would be the wiser to where the stripper had gone. Nobody except him would know or care where she was…and now he had their legacy to reflect upon as he looked down at the emotionless boy child that was looking up at him; he had watched during the entire time his father had buried his mother…and didn't really feel anything for the crime that happened.
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Before the stripper, Patrick had met many other women. He lost count after picking up his seventh victim, but upon bringing his new son to the barn to hide him from the world, he took a headcount and found, to his shock, that he had over twenty children now. In front of him were over ten sons and ten daughters. There had been so many women…and so many more to sire children with. The alien presence inside him had demanded further copulation with more women, to further propagate its kind…and the man had no choice but to obey.
To be continued…
A/N: I'll be honest, I just wanted to finish this chapter. I'll put this on hold and later move onto the last chapter after other works have been worked on. Until then, look forward to this new year with a clearer conscious/conscience, a healthy heart and body.