|02: I Should've Known Better.

MIYAs POV…

For the final time, I stand staring over the horizon. The globe is dying. It is overpopulated with man-made diseases spreading through the air, world conflicts, greedy governments, and changing laws all combine to create a lethal cocktail capable of bringing the world to an end.

The ozone layer has almost completely depleted, leaving nothing behind. Our crops are suffering, animals are dying of starvation, and our water is drying up; carving out vast deserts across the globe.

It is also an unbearable experience to step foot outside the shadows, as the sun's harsh rays are hot enough to set someone alight, leaving the horrible smell of burning flesh to linger in the air. 

For the first time in our history, Homo sapiens have been classified as dying breeds, and we are more vulnerable than ever, leaving us open to being attacked by another species. And to save our species, we, the women… have been given the opportunity to stand alongside the Kindred males and assist them in saving their lineage.

It was once said that the Kindred males arrived at planet Earth many centuries ago and struck a deal with the government. They predicted that our time had come and in order to assist humanity in living out their final years in happiness. The Kindreds offered us their soil, building materials, and generously compensated the government with limitless credits.

To summarise. Our government shamelessly sold us females, which our forefathers permitted. There was no war waged between the planets; instead, we would be used as cattle to infuse and breed our species into one.

When a white van with dark tinted windows had pulled into my driveway this morning. I knew my time had come. I knew the outcome of my fate. As I watched the men exit the van, they had a large brown envelope in their grasp.

A contract to be married off to a Kindred. 

An alien. 

I had escaped out the back door, desperate for my life, and unable to endure the prospect of being taken to the spacecraft hidden behind the massive government walls. 

There is no way in hell that I am going to spread my legs and let a blue man with three eyes and four arms fuck me just to live another day. Some kinky women might be open to the idea, but for a virgin like myself, that's a hard no. I'll happily die a virgin. 

I was born in an era where tag, hide and go seek and going to school were things of the past. Being born in a hospital is for the wealthy, and because we didn't come from fortune, my mother died as she gave birth to me. 

My father died when I was twelve years old. One cold night, a man had broken into our run down-home, wielding a knife. He demanded the last of our food rations, and he demanded me. 

My father fought this man until his last dying breath, and as this wicked man kicked my dead father's body. I plunged the metal rod that lay beside my bed straight into his beating heart. Occasionally, when I look close enough. My hands are still stained with my father's murderers blood.

I was left alone in a dying world, with no sense of survival skills. Until I met Sofia. My saving grace and miracle friend. She took me into her home. The home we still share now as Sofias' family is wealthy. But none of that matters now because this life I live will be a life of the past if a dirty Kindred male manages to sink his sharp teeth into me. 

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The chilling night has come, and the small moon that once shone with a brilliant yellow light that illuminated the entire sky. Is now a blood-red moon. It has a murderous effect on those who suffer from chemical imbalances in their brains. Making the streets a dangerous place. 

The sound of footsteps behind me makes my blood turn cold. My heart slows down, and my body is quickly consumed by the sensation of dread. 

Humanity is dying beside the Earth.

All that matters is survival, and regardless of what you are compelled to do in order to survive. Only those with the will to live, survive.

Kill or be killed.

Unfortunately, I'm no killer, which makes me easy prey. 

I continue to cautiously walk down the long, narrow street that is dimly lit with street lights. A large fence that was put up by the government has a big enough hole for my body to squeeze through. I know what lies behind those fences built to keep us, civilians, out. 

A Kindred Alien spacecraft. 

I gulp, saying a silent prayer to the gods to let me sneak into the confinement area without being detected. I just need to stay hidden until my night stalker goes away. I crouch down, in a dark corner of the building that is in blindsight of the cameras and sensor lights. 

“Civilian female at HQ.” A muffled voice speaks loud enough for me to hear. “She could be armed. Alert the Kindred Warriors, and let them deal with her. They could be dealing with a possible attack.” 

Fear engulfs me as they see me as a possible threat and will most likely aim to kill me if they find me. On quivering limbs, I rise and make a beeline back towards the gap in the fence. 

“Hello, pretty lady!” A man snarls with short brown hair and stormy grey eyes as he approaches me. 

With my heart thumping against my ribcage, drowning everything out that surrounds me. I quickly start to retreat from his proximity. The moon-infected man lurches forward, he takes hold of my upper arms, and he headbutts me. Excruciating pain spreads across my head, and my vision becomes cloudy. But not cloudy enough as I unwillingly watch as he falls to his knees.

A big gaping hole pierces his chest, and the stench of burning flesh and material wafts through the air as a cloud of smoke flutters from his wound. I switch my focus to his face, and I feel the blood drain from mine. His eyes that are full of panic, shock, and fear are heavy on mine. His mouth is agape as blood stains the concrete ground like a flowing river. 

I stagger backward as his body falls to the ground with a sickening cracking sound filling the air. Unable to look away with wide, stunned eyes. I watch as his body twitches once, twice before it all ends. 

I start hyperventilating with tears falling down my cheeks. What the fuck just happened?  Lifting my hands to cover my mouth as I try to silence my cries of terror. I scan my surroundings through my blurry vision and that's when I see them. 

Four large figures are walking straight towards me. They come to a standstill a few feet in front of me. All dressed in black, they stare at me in silence through their ski masks, and it is the silence that makes them intimidating. 

One of them grumbles in their mother tongue and feeling disoriented, “huh?” I stammer breathlessly. “Wh-what are you saying?” 

The male grunts as he looks at his friend standing on his left. The more he speaks, the more I realise their language is out of this world. 

“Silence!” The male to his left bellows in strained English. “We have been practicing how to speak their language for months, and it is obvious you have not, yet again.” The males emerald coloured eyes slowly start to change in color as he speaks. “As I stated earlier, repeat what your translator says, so the humans can communicate with us until they are fitted with their personal translator.”

The males surrounding me are suddenly pushed to the side as another male barges through them. “ Mine…" He rumbles in an accented voice that is full of dominance.

When our gazes collide, his sapphire eyes slowly start to change in color. Amber rings glow lustrously through the midnight atmosphere. Stealing the air from my lungs. Fire licks my skin, burning every inch of my flesh as my heart beats erratically in my chest. And I feel this uncontrollable pull towards this male the longer I gaze into his beautiful eyes.

But I should have known better. With every woman being sold like cattle to these aliens. I should have never slipped through the hole in the gate, and now I fear my life will never be the same again from this point forward.