Author's Note: I'm so happy you guys are taking a real liking to this story! I'm still a novice writer, but seeing all your good reviews really makes me giddy and makes me feel like I'm actually better than I think I am XD Your reviews are always much more than appreciated!

To Sil: I would love it if you did some sketches of Aubrey! I myself am an artist too, but I'm far too lazy to doodle ref pics XD It'd be lovely if you could draw her though - I'm sure you'll make her look adorabubble!

also, the reason as to why I hadn't really switched to the Predator's POV in recent chapters was because I wanted to give that 'What-am-I-going-to-do-I-don't-understand' kind of ambiance to it if that makes sense. So, I'll only, every once in awhile or at least once every few chapters, switch over to Ma'Ravok's POV so you can see some of his thoughts on things.

Ma'ravok POV

I had left the Ooman to her work after I had shown her how to properly polish the skulls.

She was kind of cute, very obedient. I liked that. It was rare to find an Ooman that was actually willing to do work without having a little spat first that would lead to me having to whip them in order to make them actually do something. In my time, I have had two other Ooman servants. They both had been male, this is the first time I ever had a female servant. The females were usually harder to collect than the males, considering many traveled in groups and were rarely alone.

About what had happened to my other servants... I had to kill them, put them down as the Oomans would say. They had disobeyed me too many times even when I gave them nearly fatal wounds for their punishments, and were slacking off way too much. What good is a servant that can't even do the things you wish them to? I would have returned them, but I didn't feel it would be right to return property that I had left so many scars on, and I didn't want to burden others with their existence. Sure, there's a language barrier there too, I intend to teach this Ooman my language. I had tried before, it hadn't gone so well. They just refused to learn and I didn't understand why.

Rather disrespectful in my eyes.

This one... She is promising. I'll give her that. The only reason why I decided to buy her and not any of the others was because she was interesting, there was something about her. And, no, I didn't buy her because she was the most wanted out of them all. She was a young blood I could tell, she had a lot of energy, very alert, that was why everyone else had wanted her. Because a young blood like her would be very useful around the home, or in other places - many Yautja usually bought females for a little bit of fun in the bed chambers instead of what they should be properly used for. I should be lucky I snatched her when I did.

I walked into my bedchambers, planning on taking a small nap, only going to see what she was up to when I felt that the Ooman was finished with her task. I sat on the bed, but I didn't feel at all tired now. So much for that nap.

I sat there, trying to think of what to do. It was then that I realized that I hadn't got a bed for my servant to sleep on. I got up, thinking that would be the first thing on my priority list. Maybe I should also feed her, I wasn't sure if she had eaten or not back on her home planet, but maybe she was starved. The trip from Earth back to home was long.

I left the room, going to the kitchen, pushing the beaded strands out of my way as I entered. Certain areas in my home had these beaded doors, others had regular doors that would only react to me, they were my rooms that held weapons and other technological things. I didn't want my servants to ever find things like that, Paya knows what they'd do.

I had finished cooking the meats for the Ooman, now I just needed to give her a vitamin. The vitamin that was a requirement for Oomans to eat with their meals was something related to a cracker, thin and not very appetizing. It was mostly for their body, to help it adjust to living on this planet due to the fact that night would last longer than the day time, and Oomans needed the sun.

And if she refused to eat it, I would have no qualms with forcing it down her throat. She needed it, no matter what she thought.

I took the plate out to the living chamber, looking around for the Ooman. I growled, spying her inside of my larger trophy room. She had froze, her eyes filled with fright. She said nothing, merely backed away from the large Xeno Queen skull. I approached her, she quickly looked down to the ground. She must have been expecting me to hit her, yell at her for being in here. But, I found myself.. pleased with how she almost took the skull cleaning into her own hands, even if I hadn't given her permission to be in here and had not ordered her to clean the larger skulls. She would prove to be the best servant I ever had it would seem.

I quickly swiped the cloth from her hand, replacing it with the plate of food. I quickly walked off, going to fetch some furs from another room so I could start on making the Ooman's bed. She was probably tired, I knew that they liked to sleep, unlike my kind who could stay up for days on end. We had to learn how to do that, to help us with our hunting. Though, Ooman hours were completely different, their sun rotations were strange.

I had fetched some furs, creating a bed-like structure for the small Ooman right next to my own bed so she could be right there when I needed her to do something. Her papers were going to be coming in tomorrow at sun high, it will be then that she will rightfully belong to me, the collar was just something to be used so that other Yautja didn't get any ideas about killing her or taking her to sell her or anything of the sort. I'd give her a tour of my home tomorrow; the places she can't go, the places she will clean when needed. I'd also show her my rules that I had translated into the Ooman language so that they knew what not to do and what they could do so that they could avoid being punished. I got it after my first servant, he had gotten on my nerves almost purposely.

Now, it was time to go and get her to show her the bed she would be using for the rest of her Ooman lifespan.

Walking into the living chamber, I looked at the skulls in the case I had her clean. They all looked nice and perfect, shining like the day I had got them and cleaned them myself. Another thing I had noticed was that the poor Ooman was asleep on my couch. I approached, staring down at her for a few minutes in silence, just taking in the sight.

She looked like a suckling the way she was curled up in the fetal position. Very peaceful, calm, not a care in the world... But, the couch was not a place for the servant to sleep, I'd have to show her that by acting angered so she didn't do it again.

I spread my mandibles, taking in a deep breath. I knew a way to wake her up quick...

Aubrey's POV

I awoke to the loudest roar I had ever heard in my entire life - and it was right in my fucking ear.

It caused me to leap almost three feet into the air, feeling like a cat who just had their tail pulled on harshly by a toddler. I stared up at the intimidating creature as he loomed over me, amber eyes glaring down at me, thick mandibles spread out to the side. I sat up, bowing my head quickly to him.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" I quickly apologized, shutting my eyes tight, hoping he'd be gentle with me. He roared again, causing me to try and shrink a bit more in my bowing pose, wanting to get away from the sound that was sure to make my ears bleed if he did it once more. I wanted to vanish, I couldn't handle this. I went and pissed him off; I didn't know what to do. This was completely my own fault, and I wasn't afraid to admit it cause I knew I put myself in this position.

He grabbed me by the arm, hauling me to my feet before he began to storm off, towing me right behind him. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit what is he going to do to me?! I couldn't help but panic, not daring to try to break free from him, I did not know how he'd react to that - plus I wouldn't have the strength to do it even if I wanted - and I did not really feel like dying on my first fucking day. Imagine that. Wouldn't that be something?

Though, I bet it wouldn't be the first time. People were stubborn and would often have to be forced to do work or they would die. Some may have just chose to work, and the ones that chose to die... must have been a slim percent, but I didn't know. I couldn't judge how these alien beings thought nor how they treated us humans. So far, it looked if we just kept our heads down and did what they wanted, they'd leave us alone.

He took a sudden sharp turn, almost causing me to trip on my feet. I would have fallen if not for his fierce grip on me. I quickly shut my eyes, deciding I'd rather not see what kind of torture chamber he was bringing me to.

I heard the sound of beads rattle together as he passed through them, some even running over my smaller form. I opened an eye, having to force it to stay open.

There were many strands of different coloured beads that lead to a bed chamber when walked past it. I blinked, looking for the torture weapons he would use on me. There wasn't anything of the sort inside the room, just a few more skulls lining the walls all around, and a spear-looking weapon hanging above the giant, fur covered bed. My attention went back to the beads. It really looked like one of those... what were they called... I didn't know, but basically it was kind of like something you'd see somewhere in a hippie home. I've never personally seen one myself - until now - only in movies and such had I ever seen them. It was kind of cool.

His pace had slowed greatly when we walked into the room, his grip surprisingly becoming less and less iron-like and more like the way a boyfriend would hold their girlfriend's hand; gentle, fingers just barely holding on to the other's hand. It was kind of... I dunno, cute? Was that even a word I could use to describe this?

It was then that he, suddenly and without warning, threw me down, but instead of colliding with the hard ground, my body was met with a large pile of fur that stopped me right on impact, sucking me in. I sat there, engulfed by the different furs that were of multiple colours and sizes. I wiggled around, kicking my feet. The furs had me pretty damn stuck. I gave up after a couple of minutes, staring up at him, hoping he'd see my discomfort. He just trilled, placing one hand on his hip. He pointed at his bed before pointing towards me.

Okay, so, this had to be my bed then, right? I stared up at him still, then grabbed some of the furs and pulled them over myself. They were thin enough to where I wouldn't die from sweating thanks to the heat, and they were just thick enough to keep me perfectly warm and cozy.

"..." I looked away from the looming figure, trying to think of something to say. I wanted to say thanks, but it looks like he beat me.

"Aseigan." he grumbled in that oddly melodic guttural voice of his. It instantly caught my attention. Was that his name for me? It seemed like it, seeing as he probably didn't know my original name. What did that word mean, though?

"...Y...yes?" I spoke up softly, trying to keep eye-contact with him.

He just nodded to me before he climbed up onto his own bed, his back towards me as the lights suddenly dimmed in the home and he went to sleep. Okay... Looks like it was time to go to bed then. Maybe the couch wasn't a place for his servants to sleep and that was why he got so pissed at me. At least he didn't decide to beat me for doing something so small; I was grateful about that.

I sat in the furs, feeling wide awake. I tossed to the side, trying to force myself to sleep, but I just couldn't. That little nap I had really made me feel energized, it was almost funny.

I groaned quietly, throwing a fur over my face. I didn't know if that was a good idea, seeing as my senses became overwhelmed with the scent of the alien that had bought me. I threw it off as quick as I had put it over my features. While I enjoyed the smell, it was just too powerful for me right then. He didn't smell bad, not that I expected him to, it was such a strange smell that he gave off was all.

I really didn't know how to describe it, it was... musky, smokey even? somehow the smell helped me calm down despite the situation I found myself in.

I rolled in the furs the best I could, running my hands over each one since I had nothing better to do, feeling the difference in the texture of the furs. They were all clearly from different animals, some were a bit rougher than the others and some were ungodly soft - I had run my hands over them so many times I just couldn't help it. Eventually, my eyelids found themselves starting to droop, like weights had been placed onto them and the pounds were just stacking up. I found a comfortable position and shut my eyes, at last drifting off to sleep. I wondered what tomorrow would bring me.

This was going to be my routine for the rest of my life. I better get use to it quick.