Page 6 of Accidentally Abducted
The man scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Are you one of those creepy fans? Get lost, man," He said.
"Where is Greta Yurk?" I asked again.
"Did you not understand me? Get lost before I call the cops. There is no public entrance into TT studios," the guard said.
My muscles flexed and coiled tight. I fought the urge to punch him in his soft, fleshy face.
Before I could act on the temptation, the gates slid open and a small caravan of cars and vans came through. They were all white and indistinct from one another.
"Get out of the way, we have a film crew leaving," The guard said. "Go on!"
I stepped back a few paces into the shade of a palm tree. I clenched my fists so tightly that I heard my knuckles crack. As soon as the trucks were gone, I was going to give that so-called guard a piece of my mind. And my fist.
Then I saw a flash of familiar auburn hair. It took only a moment for my memory to register that face -- it was Greta, the actress they had sent me to collect.
The woman was on a two-wheeled vehicle, called a scooter, I if I remembered correctly. It was small enough for only one person, and the back wheel squeaked when it rode over the edge of the driveway. She didn't follow the white trucks, instead turned in the opposite direction.
I immediately forgot the guard.
My eyes focused on the target, and I ran after her. My boots pounded on the pavement, but the honking traffic washed the sound away.
The actress was pedaling fast. She was much more physically fit than I anticipate.
My belt had a teleporter attachment, but I only used that when I had no other choice. I'd rather chase her down the old-fashioned way.
I trailed behind her, following at a distance that was hopefully not suspicious.
The target female turned a corner and slowed down. We were far away from the studio now, heading into what looked to be a rundown part of the city.
"What is she doing out here?" I panted.
I expected a lavish mansion or luxury apartment, not housing from the early twenty-first century. Rows of palm trees lined the streets, casting long shadows on the street. The storm drains were clogged with leaves and litter. It didn't look like the place an actress would live, but then again, what did I know about Earthling entertainment? Not much.
The woman stopped her bicycle in front of an old walk-up housing complex. The white concrete was crumbling, and the signs were faded beyond readability.
She parked her bike, locked it, and began fumbling around in her purse.
Now was my chance.
"Excuse me," I said. The translation took a few seconds to reach her.
The actress looked up. "Hello?" She said suspiciously.
A bolt of energy rocked my spine when she looked at me. My skin felt hot immediately, and I forgot what I was going to say. She was breathtakingly beautiful, the perfect human if I ever saw one. Why didn't she make me feel this way when I saw her photo? Was this really the same woman? She looked the same, but my body reacted so intensely that for a moment I thought I was looking at my mate.
Greta Yurk? The Earth celebrity be my mate? Yeah, right?
I blinked to clear my head, fighting the haze that her beauty was casting over me.
"Greta?" I said.
"Are you some weirdo fan? Get lost, I'm not Greta," The actress said.
"Obviously you are," I said. "You're identical to your photograph."
"Haven't you heard of body doubles?" She snapped.
No, I hadn't. I didn't let her argument stop me. I stepped towards her.
