Vieraslayer

Ok. WARNING! Now this chapter explains the rating. You'll see. This is just the tip of the citrus-flavoured iceberg.

Blood of a Rebel

Alja was dreaming about Vaan again. Dreaming about him kissing her all over. Dreaming about him pressing his fingers into her Viera hole. Dreaming about him finally throwing her down and making wild love to her.

Rael shook her sister awake. "Alja! It's way past time to get up! COME ON!" Alja yawned and tried to throw something at Rael, who grabbed her by the ears and pulled her up off the ground. She had fallen asleep outside of the village again. At least there wasn't much of a threat anymore. The wood-warders would watch for predators and Reena-Kaana no longer existed. At least as far as the Viera knew.

"I dreamt of him again. Of the Hume. Rael? I think I AM falling in love! You've been wrong before. Like the time I was trying to become a wood-warder and then… what happened was your entire stupid fault! I can barely walk because my sister is a retard!"

"Alja, you aren't in love with the stupid monkey! You're just hormonal! It's a natural Viera thing! Trust me, if you run off to be with that Vaan person, you'll regret it for the rest of your life. And even though I am furious at you and will get back at you for calling me a retard, you are still my baby sister!"

"Rael, I'm not a baby anymore. I'm two months older than Mjrn, and she regularly spends whole weeks with that Lord Janzyn male. I'm a full-grown Viera. I think I know what I want."

"Ali, I think you should talk to Jote. She might be able to talk some sense into you. And if you chose to leave, she will be heartbroken to lose such a close friend. The two of you have been getting alone quite well since you became a salve-maker."

Jote was always being attended to by her mate Marl and the foremost salve-maker Hala now. Alja had been trained by Hala, and felt a connection to the elder Viera in a way nobody could understand. Hala pretty much considered Alja one of her daughters, even more so since Alja's mother had died years ago.

"Myko, you are in so much trouble! Where did you find her Neve?" Hala was asking. The little half-Viera was soaking wet and had a towel wrapped around her.

"I caught this one swimming naked in Jote's ritual pool. She decided that since Jote isn't in any state to stop her, she gets to take advantage of that!" Neve, a powerful wood-warder, exclaimed angrily.

"Now Myko, what possessed you to do that?" Alja asked the young girl.

"Jote has been taking spotlight. I'm the leading lady! That spotlight belongs fixed on me at all times! By the way, what is a spotlight? Aunt Mjrn says it's kind of like a sunspot." Myko said in her normal happy-go-lucky tone.

"You can't be the center of attention all the time Myko. Jote is going to have a baby, and she nearly died when she had little Sylva. We don't want anything to happen to her. And it's extra naughty to take advantage of the fact that she's been tiring easily lately to do something you aren't supposed to. It's five times naughtier than usual." Hala explained. She was usually fairly patient with Myko. Rael and some of the other Viera couldn't stand the girl, but Hala, Alja, and Neve put up with more than their share of Myko's shenanigans and didn't hate her. Alja had Humes on her mind now, and she liked Myko. The little half-Hume had a kind nature and a sense of humour. Alja knew the sense of humour was from Myko's father, but perhaps the gentle easygoing disposition was as well? Alja didn't know many Humes, but she knew that if she ever had a half-Hume child, she'd want it to have a personality a lot like Myko's.

"Myko… you know better." Jote said. She had not been feeling well at all lately. She was retaining fluid, and that did not make her a happy bunny-woman.

"Jote, she does have the blood of a rebel. Her parents are pirates, and she probably doesn't like rules either. She's only a child. I think these kinds of rules may have ultimately been what drove Fran away." Marl told his girlfriend. Marl had always taken an interest in Myko's well-being too. He didn't believe what most of the Viera believed, that Humes were nothing but monsters who abused love. Marl actually tolerated Humes as long as they meant no harm to his family. He had even struck up a friendship with Balthier.

"I don't want her to get in trouble. If I wasn't so sick all the time I'd put a stop to it real quick! My feet hurt real badly too. And my ritual pool is not a swimming pool, young lady. You contaminated it; I'll have to purify it when I feel up to it." Jote told Myko. The little girl looked insulted.

"CONTAMINATED?! Are you saying I'm dirty? Well, yeah I rolled in mud yesterday, and I haven't had a bath for a while, but… I'm sorry Aunt Jote. I won't do it again (until tomorrow)." Myko didn't know she had caused so much trouble.

"Jote, I need to talk to you." Alja said. Hala picked Myko up and carried her off to keep her out of trouble for a few minutes.

"This had better not involve Rael trying to do something to you again. I've had it with her picking at you and Myko, and I'm about ready to have Marl figure out something to do to her."

"No. It's about... I don't know how to put this exactly. You know?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I might be in love with Vaan?"

"Isn't that the annoying little yellow-haired Hume boy who helped Fran find Mjrn?"

"Yes."

"You aren't in love with him. You just want to mate because of the time of year. Humes and Viera do not do well together. Just look at Fran. She can't take Myko because she's afraid that the child would be in great danger if she did."

"Rael tells me I'm not in love. Yet I have these dreams. Him and I together as Mjrn and Janzyn…"

Jote glared at Alja. She hated Janzyn and she hated how Mjrn would run off to be with the loathsome male. Janzyn was handsome and everything, despite the fact that he looked and sounded like a woman. Mjrn knew that Janzyn was no woman though.

"I don't know what I'm feeling. I think if it was just desire to mate I'd be feeling it for every male I met, but I don't. I mean, I'm looking straight at Marl and I don't feel the same way."

"Poor Alja. I'm sorry. So very sorry. I don't know the answer. That's for you to figure out. My mother always told me to follow my heart. I think that's the only thing I can tell you now. You're the only one who can decide what is right, my friend. Marl? Can you get me some fruit? I'm starving, and it's important that I don't starve myself too much."

"Yeah yeah, I get it." Marl said. She just had a coeurl leg two hours ago, how is she hungry again so soon? The male Viera thought.