|04: Help Me.

MIYA's POV…

I feel myself slowly surfacing from the darkness that refuses to hold me captive. The air spiraling around me feels warm, which is odd because the atmosphere on Earth is never this warm.

I take a deep breath in through my nose and marvel at its cleanliness. 

Have I died and gone to heaven?

Wait. Does heaven still exist? 

I slowly pry my eyelids open, and when a patchy white ceiling full of mold doesn't come into my line of vision. I begin to panic. 

This isn't my bedroom….

I try to sit upright, “what the?!” I cry out, looking down at my body that is enclosed with black straps pinning me to a bed. 

I fight against the restraints, contorting my body from side to side, causing my heart to race in my chest, as I feel myself gradually giving in to the relentless grip of hyperventilation clawing at my throat.

“Calm down, or you will hurt yourself.” A low, deep, and clipped voice sweeps through the room. 

My body goes stiff. “What do you want from me?” I cry out with terror when I recognise his voice.

Gods, I'd recognise that voice anywhere. It has rooted itself into the back of my brain, contaminating my body with sinful thoughts that are too erotic for an innocent such as myself.

He chuckles. The alien bastard has the nerve to chuckle at me, and irritation seeps into my pores with chills running up and down my spine.

“What's so funny, you jerk?” I sneer, turning my head as I try to find him in the room.

 When my gaze ultimately collides with his. It's like a surge of desire, need, and a craving to be taken hard and fast against the wall, by him, devours me entirely. 

Regardless of my efforts, I find myself unable to avert my eyes from his intense gaze. The intensity of the bond between us is overwhelming, and as he towers over me with his piercing gaze, a shiver runs down my spine with each step he takes towards me.

Whoever said that Kindred men were hideous. They have sadly been misinformed. This Kindred alien who has my panties soaking with arousal is drop-dead gorgeous! His skin is the color of caramel, and the crazy thing is. I love caramel! He has sapphire blue eyes that are mesmerising and even more captivating when they glow with amber rings. His jawline is sharp, with high cheekbones and a slightly jagged nose, which makes him even more alluring to stare at.

He's the tallest person I've ever seen, with a physique that is out of this world. There isn't an ounce of fat on him, and his arms are covered in baby blue rune tattoos that have me clamping my thighs shut to suppress the growing ache that nips at my clit. 

A low growl vibrates from his chest, and I swear to the Almighty Gods I felt that vibration travel down my torso. Gnawing on the inside of my cheek to muffle the soft moan coaxing my throat. I watch as he tilts his head upwards, closing his eyes, and he inhales deeply through his nose.

“I can smell your arousal, female.” He growls, lowering his head and slowly opening his eyes. “Sweet and erotic with a hint of honey.”

To my surprise, fangs begin to sprout from his teeth canines. They look razor-sharp, and poised to bite me viciously.

I gasp, “your teeth!” I splutter in a high-pitched voice that is full of fear. 

He stills after he has processed what I've just said, and his hand flies up, covering his mouth. Closing his eyes, the Kindred slightly turns his head away from me. 

“Are you half vampire?” My eyes grow wide as the words leave my lips. 

Half-vampire? Could I not sound any more illiterate right now?

I can hear the Kindred trying to elevate his breathing, and the sound of doors gliding open has me looking around the room once again. 

“Is everything okay, brother?” Another tall Kindred walks into the room with his combat boots beating across the floor in a rhythmic motion.

“Help me, please?” I whisper, looking at him with pleading eyes when he stops in front of the bed.

His head snaps to the side and with brilliant sapphire eyes like the other Kindred. He stares at me with a hint of disgust reflecting in them.

Snarling, “what did you do to my brother, human?” He hisses, clenching his hands at his sides. 

I gulp and regret reaching out to him for help, even though they had all kneeled before me and said it was their duty to serve and protect us women. 

“Tell me what she has done, and I will have her removed from the ship before we depart.” He says loud and clear, turning to face his brother as he lays a gentle hand on his shoulder. 

“I suggest you think twice before you speak, Jaja. Our little timid guest already has the translator implanted behind her ear.” 

What the…

Jaja turns to face me, placing a closed hand across his chest, and he bows his head. “I have spoken out of context. Please, forgive me.” He says in a nonchalant tone. 

“With meaning, Jaja!” His brother bellows, and I flinch with fright as his words vibrate off the walls.

Jaja kneels, his enclosed hand still on his chest. “I am Jaja. A subordinate to the almighty Alpha King, Zion. And I have offended both you and him. As I bow before you, I ask that you show me tremendous compassion and accept my apologies for speaking in terms that did not require my input.” His voice sounds strained like he is struggling to find his composure. 

I cast a glimpse at the Kindred, who I now know as Zion. He is glaring at his brother with a murderous look in his eyes that no longer glow with amber rings. His top lip curls with a vicious snarl escaping past his lips, and his stance is wide as he lifts his chin. He looks furious, and I fear if Jaja was to breathe wrong. He would have his head. 

“I will accept your apology under one condition,” I assert with dominance.

Jaja raises his head high enough to meet my gaze.

“Release me. Help me flee this ship and get me as far away as you can from him.” I fix my gaze and lock eyes with Zion, ensuring that he hears every word and syllable that I speak. "I. Am. Not. Yours. I belong to no Kindred Warrior."