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  “Yes, yes, as always, let’s go,” I said looking at the small human male. They were nothing compared to us Itions who were an average of seven and a half feet, with royal blue skin. We were far superior to them in technology and intelligence.

  We followed the armed group as they walked in front of us with the other half walking behind us. I wasn’t sure if it was to protect us from hostile humans that hated us, or if it was because they didn’t trust us. It didn’t matter either way.

  Walking across the landing port to the alley that led us out into the city, I looked up into the sky at the flying vehicles, the floating buildings, and the gray pollution that rose from all of it. The humans had always abused their planet, choosing to use technology that was dirty, even when a clean alternative was available. This made no sense to me, but then again, they were of lesser intelligence.

  We walked down the high walls of the corridor that led us into the city. Some turned to look at us; others didn’t care. We were heading for the council building and seeing Itions in this busy city was fairly normal, even if it was disliked.

  “Welcome, Leader Ein,” Councilor Vilox said as we walked into the vast council room chambers. It was on the top floor of the building, taking up most of the floor with views on all sides. The Earth Council was gathered, a group of twenty or so human men.

  “Thank you, Councilor Vilox,” I said with a nod.

  We took our place at a large round table. We had been doing these meetings for several years and I was there to represent the Alva Clan of Itions. Other clan leaders had their own meetings, separate from each other, as the clans didn’t exactly get along.

  “Shall we get started?” Councilor Vilox said.

  I nodded in agreement, as did the human men.

  “We’ve called this meeting to once again discuss the Ition weapons within range of Earth’s moon. We once again request that the Itions pull that weapon out of range and out of our solar system,” Councilor Vilox said. “The request is officially entered.”

  “Leader Ein, your response?” the moderator said. All human eyes turned to me.

  “It is the same as the meeting six months ago. We need that weapon to protect our trading paths, not to threaten the humans. As you know, the species of Bindor and Canera that the humans also trade with from the Heshian Galaxy have made threats that they will hijack our merchant ships or aim hostilities toward them. Our weapons are only there to prevent them from doing that,” I said.

  “We have heard your explanation, Ein, but on closer inspection, it seems your weapon is aimed directly at our moon’s base, not your trading paths,” Vilox said.

  “That is not true. Perhaps your inspection is wrong. That would not be the first time that humans have looked at the wrong end of the stick when the Itions are involved,” I said with a smug smile.

  There was commotion in the room as they all spoke to each other. I was trying to keep myself from bursting into laughter. Of course their inspection was correct, but it didn’t matter. They wouldn't do anything about it. The humans did everything possible to prevent hostilities between humans and other alien races. This resulted in these meetings that had absolutely no outcome other than to make the human council feel that they were being productive.

  This meeting was no different. I watched as the humans pulled up my weapon base that was floating in range of their moon and outlined the path of it and the direction and more. I had seen it all before. It was tedious and boring. I only showed up to the meetings because if I didn’t, they would see it as an act of aggression. Instead I was there to assure them that I was a friend of the humans… and by the night’s end, I hoped to be very friendly with one human in particular.

  The meeting ended on the same note as the last meetings, until next time. Which meant in another six months. We filed out of the room along with the human councilors. I shook hands with many of them, exchanging pleasantries.

  After the meeting, I went through the same routine that we always did. We hired a few flying vehicles and set out to the apartments we had available for our stay when we were in the city. They were located in an Ition building, where only Itions were allowed to reside and not humans. They were very strict with the segregation. As soon as I walked into my living quarters, my bounty hunter was waiting for me.

  “What do you have to report? Did you find her?” I asked as I walked in and poured myself a glass of what the humans called wine.

  “Yes. The red-haired woman is at the address you gave me. She lives there. She often stands on her large terrace at night. She seems to live alone,” he said.

  “Good. Thank you, William,” I said.

  I nodded at Lieutenant Draxel. Draxel moved to a chest on the table and pulled out a small gold bar and handed it to the human.

  “William, why do you do it? Work with the Itions? With me?” I asked.

  “For this,” he said holding the gold. “There is an entire underground network that works providing the Itions with what they want. It is going to happen anyway; why shouldn’t I get a piece of the pie,” he said as he turned and headed for the door.

  “I will contact you should I need your services again,” I said smiling at him. A human man that spoke only profit was a man I could admire. I liked him that way. It was straightforward and easy to control. All I had to do was throw gold at it, and I had the information I needed.

  “Make sure my flying vehicle is fully charged for this evening and that my ship is ready to launch back to the mothership tonight. I am just going to pick up a treat for myself before launch. For now, I will eat supper and take a short nap,” I said to Draxel.

  “Yes, Ein,” he said and left to make sure dinner was brought to me and to carry out the rest of the orders.

  Later that night, I set out on the hunt.

  I took a flying vehicle into the night and hovered near the building. I saw her immediately. She was standing on the terrace in a flowing white dress. It caught in the wind. Her red hair was pulled into a high ponytail and whipped around her. She looked proud and confident. She looked down at the city below her. Then I noticed something strange. She moved inside and pulled out a chair. That was when I realized that she was going to jump.

  Chapter Two

  Imuna Parker

  It had been two months of life without my husband, and I found every day harder and harder. No matter what I did to distract myself and no matter how much I pushed myself into my work at the Intergalactic Bank, I couldn’t get over it. I was still in deep grief.

  Standing on the terrace every night only made me feel worse. Every time I stood there, I looked up into the sky, the way that I used to when Sion was on a mission. Tears filled my eyes. It was always the same when I stood there, but this time something snapped inside of me. I didn’t want to be without Sion, and I felt like the moment was heavier than any other that I had been through.

  I looked down over the glass wall railing. It was a long way down from the top floor of the floating building. That’s when logic left me, and I just wanted to be rid of the pain of mourning. I walked inside and pulled out a chair and set it against the glass rail. I pulled up the hem of my white dress and stepped onto the chair. I stopped crying. I felt numb. I felt nothing.

  A low hum grew louder and louder. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me since I was about to end it all.

  “You would destroy such a beautiful thing?” I heard a deep voice say.

  It startled me, and I nearly lost my footing. I caught myself on the rail. To my right was a vehicle hovering at the end of the terrace.

  Boom! The heavy sound of a large Ition alien landing on the terrace. My eyes were wide as I looked at him. Was I imagining this? He stood there with his dark blue skin, blue-black hair shaved on the right side of his head, with the rest of his long hair flipped to the left side. He had broad shoulders and was a looming figure. He wore a snug gray uniform that stopped at the elbows, revealing tattoos on one arm all the way down to his wrist in black ink. They were I
tion designs that I did not understand. He had a sideways grin on his face flashing white teeth at me. He stepped towards me.

  I gasped, suddenly frightened. “Who are you? What do you want? What are you doing here?”

  “Get down from there, human,” he ordered.

  I narrowed my eyes at him.

  “You presume to order me around? How dare you.”

  “Yes, I order you not to kill yourself. That would be such a waste of a sexy human female body like yours. There are so many things I could use it for,” he said still walking down the terrace toward me, putting only a couple of feet between us.

  “You arrogant ass!” I said.

  He laughed a boisterous laugh. “Fine, then do it. Let your body become flat on the ground. Let your memory go to disgrace for giving up,” he said putting his hands out beside him as he got very close.

  I was silent. Now that I had been jolted out of my moment of despair, I felt foolish and dramatic for thinking about jumping. I looked down. I suddenly felt dizzy and swayed.

  “No.,” he said as he put his arms around me and scooped me into his arms and off the chair. “I can’t let you do it, human.”

  “What are you…” I whispered as I felt the heat of his strong chest against my breast. I looked up into his deep brown eyes as his hair moved in the wind. I had never been this close to an Ition. It was forbidden.

  “You don’t want to kill yourself. You are just bored,” he said, and then he pressed his lips to mine. I whimpered and struggled against him. He pulled back and laughed. “Now there is your fiery spirit; just as fiery as your hair. I seem to bring it out in you,” he said as he walked toward the hovering vehicle.

  “Bring it out in me? Put me down, you Ition brute!” I said balling my fist and hitting the stiff burlap-like material of the uniform.

  “One minute you have tears flowing down your face ready to end it all and now you are full of life and fire,” he said as he suddenly pushed me into the flying vehicle and climbed in himself.

  “What! What are you doing?! You can’t do this!” I shouted.

  “I can and I will,” he said as he pushed the car away from my building and flying it into the dense traffic of the city.

  “Take me back! I order you to take me back home!” I shouted, confused why this Ition was doing what he was doing. Why me?

  “No.”

  “Ugh! You must have lost your mind. Do you know what will happen to you if you are found out?” I shouted as I pressed against the walls of the vehicle, holding on while he flew the vehicle erratically and recklessly in the sky.

  “Find out what? That I saved you from killing yourself?” he said with a grin. That grin caught me off guard for a moment. He was beautiful, even for an Ition alien. He was strong and very manly. Then I remembered what was happening.

  “No! That you took a human female out for a joyride!” I said.

  He laughed. “Joyride? Is that what you think this is?”

  “Is it not? Then what is it?” I said getting nervous. I looked ahead and realized that we were heading for a landing port high in the sky on a platform. There was a large ship on it that was unmistakably an Ition ship. My eyes grew wide.

  “Are you insane? I’m not getting on that thing,” I said struggling, but there was nowhere to go.

  “You make it seem as though you have a choice. Don’t you know who I am, human? I get what I want, and what I want, for now, is you,” he said with a low growl.

  “Take me home, you imbecile!” I shouted.

  This only made him laugh more. It was amusing to him, and I realized the more that I struggled, the more he liked it. “What kind of sick alien are you?” I spat at him.

  “The kind that likes to hunt humans,” he said looking at me. He terrified me with that look. I hated Itions just like all the other humans. They were arrogant and only wanted to take, take, take—just as he was doing now.

  The vehicle landed, and my door opened. Two strong Itions stood at my door and pulled me out of the vehicle.

  “Put her on the flight deck,” my abductor said.

  “No! Help!” I shouted. But there was no one on the platform to hear except other Itions. My abductor smiled and turned away from me and began to see to other matters as I was pulled up the ramp of the ship and then strapped securely into a seat with an Ition soldier standing behind me, making sure that I did not move. I could not believe that this was happening to me. I had to do something to stop it, but what?

  Chapter Three

  Evex Ein

  Seeing the human female about to take her life on that terrace was enough to make me want to save her. Not just because I desired her, but because I knew that she needed it. She needed a savior, and I could be that savior since no human was there to do it for her.

  Seeing her sadness was a bit of an obstacle for me; it was not what I wanted from a human female. It was not what I was used to. Most of the human females I had come across and slept with had been very 110 indeed. They had thrown themselves at the opportunity to have sex with an alien, especially Itions, because it was forbidden by their kind. But this human female shot fire from her green eyes; she hated me.

  If she only knew what I had done to the one that carried her photo in the amulet, she would hate me even more.

  But hate I could deal with; hate actually made me more attracted to her. The more she struggled against wanting me near her, the more I wanted her. Perhaps it was the challenge; it was the great hunt I had been looking for.

  I looked at her strapped into the seat on the transport ship. She was huffing and puffing; her ample chest heaved up and down. She had no idea what was ahead of her.

  “Launch when ready,” I ordered my pilot.

  “Yes, Leader Ein,” he responded and began to hit switches and make preparations for launch.

  “No, you cannot do this. Take me back home. Who do you think you are? You can't just come down here and take a human without permission. Don't you know what the penalties are? It could be death!” she shouted.

  I walked over to her and leaned over her. She looked so small strapped into the seat. “You think this is my first time doing this? I have done it so often I have lost count, human.”

  Her eyes grew wide, and she gasped. “Then why me?”

  “Launching, sir!”

  “Go,” I commanded.

  I sat down in my captain's chair and strapped in as the ship hovered above the landing pad. Then within five seconds, it shot straight up into the atmosphere. The blue slowly gave way to black outside the glass of the windshield. I could hear the human breathing harder and faster behind me. Then we were in space.

  “It is more beautiful than I ever thought,” I heard her mumble. I turned to look at her.

  “You have never been in space?”

  “I have not. Not until this moment. It is so dark. The blackest black I have ever seen.”

  She continued to whisper to herself about what was outside the windshield. It had been a long time since I had seen and heard anyone's reaction to space. I had taken it for granted after years of traveling from my home planet and being in space most of the time.

  Her eyes were wide width surprise, and her small pink lips mumbled sayings that only she could hear. I did notice that some of the anger had left her and now it was replaced with wonderment. I had done her a service. Only minutes before she was ready to give up on life, and now she was seeing just how much more was out there for her to experience. I sat up prouder, arrogantly congratulating myself on being her everything, showing her new things. And I hadn't even started yet.

  “Leader Ein, we are set at cruise altitude. We will be docking with the mothership in ten hours,” my pilot said.

  “Good, keep the course steady. We do not want to arouse suspicion,” I said.

  “Mothership! What? No!” the human said.

  I rolled my eyes knowing that she was not going to quiet down the entire time and ten hours was a long time for my crew to be distracted by an
angry human female. I got up from my chair and walked over to her. I unstrapped her seat belts and scooped her up into my arms; she didn't stop arguing for one moment. I was wondering how she was even breathing with that many words coming out of her mouth.

  “Set me down, you buffoon! You cannot do this to me! Where are you taking me now? Why don't you answer me?”

  I carried her down the long hallway toward the back of the ship where the living quarters were located. The crew shared a large room of bunks that were no bigger than a closet. But there was a large living quarter at the very back that was my private apartment; next to it was a smaller room with all of the amenities that a human female would need, as she would not be its first occupant. I opened the door and set her down on the bed. As soon as I let go of her, she scrambled to the corner of the bed against the wall hugging her knees.