Page 2 of Her Alien Hero
I don't know why I thought this—sixth sense?—but a palpable presence lurked in my room. My breathing increased.Should I dive toward the nightstand or sprint into the hall?
"Shhh," whispered a male voice from dark.
My heart stopped.
Before I could react, something cold pressed against my temple. Everything turned black.
My head pulsed like a bowling ball slammed against a wall. "Ugh," I groaned.What a terrible nightmare.I stretched, not wanting to see the bright sunlight and empty spot beside me in the bed.
Someone spoke words in a strange language.
My mind immediately cleared, remembering last night’s weird dream.There’d been a male voice that had spoken.I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it.
Two beings—I can't call them men, because that would imply human—towered over me. They were definitely masculine judging by the pronounced muscles of their shoulders and necks, yet an otherworldliness lingered on their skin, a faint shade of purple.Definitely not human, so they can’t be real.
The one to my right squinted his electric blue peepers as he watched me. Two small horns jutted from his forehead, and long black hair fell to his chest.
He reached out an enormous hand and laid it on my stomach.
"Thefuckyou think you're doing?" I screamed, scrambling up and pushing myself away.
Unfortunately, I fell to the floor. Apparently, I'd been lying on a table. Something warm and hard bumped into my back, but I had zero time to look because the big purple guy—colored like Barney the dinosaur—strode closer, bending to look at me.
"Get away.” I tried to scramble upright, but the warm, hard thing at my back stopped me.Call them what they are, Lilly, aliens.
No-no-no-no. This was just a horrible dream, that was all. There was no such thing as aliens.
Yes, that's right. Just a nightmare, like losing Jeremy.
"Human female. We do not want to hurt you," said another voice from behind, right next to my ear. "But we will if you do not cooperate."
Barney reached a hand toward me.
I swallowed. If this was just a dream, they wouldn't really hurt me, right?
Still, I hesitated.
"I'd suggest taking his hand. He's much more patient than I," whispered the unknown voice in my ear.
I gripped the outstretched fingers and scrambled to my feet. As soon as I stood, I released Barney's fingers and turned, needing to keep them both in my vision to form a plan of escape.
The alien who'd been whispering in my ear looked similar to the other, though his eyes were a brilliant shade of yellow and his horns were curly. His stare, hard and unforgiving, sent a shiver down my spine.
"Why am I here?" I asked, trying not to panic.
"Because we wanted you," said Barney. my neck, and I screamed.
"Why do you yell? We will not harm you unless you try to escape."
I'm so fucked. God, if you're listening, I'd really like to wake up.
But nothing changed. I was in a room filled with blue light. As I surveyed my surroundings in an effort to ground myself, to stay calm, I saw more beds like the one I'd just fallen from, but these weren’t empty. Other people—men and women, not aliens—rested with their hands at their sides and slept.
But there was something off with them. Small circles of pink light glowed from their temples.
What the actual hell?
"They were not so lucky as you," whispered Barney, his words a low rumble.
