Both Daren and Krystal were unconscious, sitting, tied, to chairs in a dark room. Daren was the first to wake up, and when he did, he could hardly see what was in front of him. From what he could tell, they were in some type of abandoned building not much unlike the shoe factory where he was having his rave. He looked over to his right and saw Krystal with her head hung low. Her hair was a complete mess and draped over her face. He couldn't directly tell if she was hurt or not. "Krystal! Krystal wake up!" He called out, but Krystal was unresponsive.

He began to struggle to try to get loose from the ropes that bound him to the chair, but to no avail. The ropes were very thick and tied in a manner that posed to be impossible for someone with just mere strength to be able to escape. That's when Daren realized that at least one of the two people in the room at that time had more than just mere strength. Daren realized even more how important it was to wake up Krystal. Daren tried yelling over and over to wake her up, but it wasn't working. He figured that he'd try something a little different. Daren closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, and talk to Krystal telepathically. "Krystal…Krystal…please, if you can hear me, you need to wake up." Daren opened one his eyes and looked over at Krystal, who was still in the same position as before. "Seriously Krystal, wake the fuck up!" Daren could only yell so loud with his mouth, but in his mind, the volume was near deafening and Krystal sprung up.

"My…head…hurts." Krystal said slowly as she was shaking the cob webs from her head.

"Yea, sorry about that, I needed to get you up."

Krystal took a look around and became frightened. "Where are we? Why are we tied up?"

"I've been trying to figure that out, but I'm not having much luck."

Krystal turned to Daren. "What was the last thing you can remember?"

"Right before someone hit me from behind; I remember seeing you lying on the ground with some chick standing above you."

"Did you know her?"

"No, I definitely did not know that chick."

Krystal pauses. "Are you sure? I mean…you've been with…met a lot of girls in your time. Maybe you just don't remember."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you were just going through a list of girls you've been with on your head. Those were a lot of faces."

"Argh…there you go again peeking into my head again. You know, we're going to need to establish some ground rules for looking into the other person's mind without their prior consent."

"It's not like I wanted too, it just happened."

"Yea I bet." Daren pauses. "But you are right. There are a lot of "faces" to go through, and I'm not even sure I remember all of them."

"Why don't you try harder?" Krystal suggested, but before Daren could even reply, a voice from the darkness of the corner of the room spoke up. "Why don't I just make it easier for both of you and tell you who I am." Out of the corner walked Analisa into the dimly lit area of the room.

"That accent, that's the only thing that I could really remember about you." Darren added.

"Why thank you, I'll take that as a compliment. I've had many men and some women tell me it's quite sexy." Analisa replied. "But we're not here to talk about my accent, or Daren's lustrous conquests of women."

"Who are you?" Krystal asked in a very innocent way.

Analisa walked up to Krystal. "My name is Analisa, and you, Ms. Shaw, are very important to me."

"Why, why am I important to you? I don't even know you."

"You may not know who I am, but I assure you that we are very close." Analisa bent over to be eye level with Krystal. The two of them were silent, just staring at each other. Daren didn't know what was going on and spoke up. "Hey! Why don't you just let us go? Krystal can go home, and maybe you and I can settle our issue in a better way?" Without breaking eye contact with Krystal, Analisa replied with, "Your worth and usefulness right now Daren is very low. Why don't you take a nap?" At the end of her sentence, Daren instantly fell asleep.

Krystal broke her stare to look over at Daren. "What did you do to Daren?"

"Like I said, he looked tired from all that partying." Analisa gently grabbed Krystal's chin and moved Krystal's face to look back at her. "The reason I brought you here was to have a little talk with you. I wasn't planning for your boy toy to be here, so he's expendable."

"He's not my boy toy, and he's not expendable."

Analisa grabbed a chair that was in the corner she walked out of, and placed it right in front of Krystal, sat down, and slowly, seductively, crossed her legs. Krystal stared at Analisa legs that were covered with an opaque color legging that led up to a black, pleated skirt. "There are a few things you need to know Krystal, things that I believe you must be aware of before…I can continue with my plans."

Krystal snapped out of the trance that was created by Analisa's legs. "What things do I need to know?"

"The first thing you should know about is a little bit of history about the hybrid DNA you have inside of you."

"Wait…what are you…" Krystal started.

"Don't try to act like you are not familiar with what I'm speaking of. Just assume that I know everything, because I do know everything. Your father was giving the Xenomorph/Yautja hybrid DNA from his superiors at Yutari Industries. What you, your father, and everyone that works for him didn't know was that the sample that they received was not the only sample that was distributed. The sample that your father received was just a piece of a bigger sample. The second piece went to another doctor, someone who is the head of another Research and Development laboratory at Yutari…my mother, Margaret von Dennison."

"You sure know a lot about what's been going on. I'm guessing you know about me and my DNA then."

"Yes I do. That's why you and I are closer than you think. Unbeknownst to the powers at be that separated the hybrid DNA to give your father and my mother, they were able to split the Yautja and Xenomorph traits. My mother was handed a DNA sample of a hybrid that had majority traits of a Yautja."

"My father was giving the other half that was dominated by the Xenomorph. That half is in me right now." Krystal began piecing together what Analisa was telling her.

"Correct. You father wasn't the only one that eventually figured out that a human test subject was needed to fully recognize if the duplication and reanimation process of the DNA was successful." Analisa leaned in close. "My mother, just like your father, turned to their own child to solve their problem."

"Wait, so you're just like me?"

"To a point, yes I am. There's a reason why when you can't control your extreme emotions you completely transform into a rabid Xenomorph. Now you know why you hear another voice in your head, it's the Xenomorph that came before you. I know, because I once experienced the same thing."

"You would transform in a monster? You hear voices too?"

"I did transform at one point in time, and I did hear voices, but that is all gone now. I was able to control the Yautja side of my blood and harness it to my own advantage." Analisa sits back in her chair. "I want to teach you to do the same."

"Uh…I don't know if I want to…I need to talk to my father."

"No, there's no talking to daddy or his associate Daniel. If you really want this, and I know you do, you're going to have to do this with me and me alone."

Krystal stopped and thought about it. She didn't like the feeling that at any point in time, she could turn into a homicidal monster. "How are you so sure that I want this?"

Analisa smiles. "You and Daren aren't the only ones that can read minds. The connection we share in our blood is stronger than the splotch of blood you gave Darren. You and I, Krystal, are linked."

"Wait a minute; you know why Daren and I can talk with our minds?"

"The day you and Daren were in the empty band room at school, when he caught you injecting your "medicine", he grabbed your arm and got some of your blood on him. Your enhanced blood literally seeped into his skin and mutated his. Daren has a part of you in him, but for some reason, and I don't know why, he's exhibiting Yautja characteristics."

"Wow…I didn't even know."

"Well now you do." Analisa stands up. "So, shall I take those ropes off of you and make you like me?"

Krystal looks Analisa up and down. The boots, the pantyhose leggings, the short skirt, the halter top, it all was a little much in Krystal's opinion. "Do I have to dress like you?"

Analisa smiles. "Not if you don't want to…it's optional, clothing optional." She winks.

"What about Daren?"

"I'll have my friend drop him where we found him, he'll be alright. I wouldn't want to mess with a Xeno's boy toy."

"I told you he's not…"

"I know...I just like watching you get all frustrated. It's kind of cute. So, do we have a deal?"

Krystal thinks for a few seconds. She sees the confidence and swagger that Analisa has and wants that for herself. She looks up and says, "I want to be like you."

A/N: Well now you know who Analisa Von Dennison is. Review and give me your opinions on her.