Alien: Stolen Inhabitant: Alien Abduction Romance

By Clara A. Tobin

Earthen you say? So the Baksendians really did go to Earth and steal an inhabitant!

Molly

A leader...I took in his appearance, now that he was in the sun. His eyes still glowed in the sunlight as he studied me up and down. He had powerful muscles through his arms and legs. His hands were large, as was the rest of his stature. As he straightened back to his feet, I realized just how big he truly was. He stood perhaps a head and a half taller than I did, and I felt absolutely tiny in comparison. 

With one swift swipe, he could probably kill me. He looked that powerful…toned by years of service as a warrior. Seeing all of this only proved to me that I was a very long way from home.

What is going to happen to me? Why am I here? What will the alien warlord do with me?

Alien: Stolen Inhabitant is a 30,000 word Alien Romance Novella. No cliffhanger. It contains mature themes and language and is intended to be enjoyed by an adult audience only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clara A. Tobin
• Release date: Dec 20, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393106159

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Part One

Chapter One

Iawoke in an utter panic. Damp sheets flung off my body as I sat up straight in bed, gasping and shaking. What had I just witnessed in my dreams? What was that? I rubbed my face hard before throwing the sheets off completely and standing up. It was still very dark outside, and I could barely see a thing in the bedroom. I didn’t know what time it was, but I wanted to erase that horrible monstrosity of a nightmare from my mind as swiftly as possible.

The apartment was quiet. It had been that way ever since Craig moved out. The entire building had gained a strange sort of eeriness to it since it had become all but abandoned. Of the three people who used to live in this same apartment, I was the last one left, and I refused to move out. It was old, and it was a wreck. There were water stains on the ceiling and cracks in the linoleum flooring of the kitchen. The carpet was frayed around the edges and pulled up slightly from its glue at the top of the stairs. The downstairs toilet only flushed correctly half of the time. The oven was temperamental, and the dishwasher had stopped working early last spring. Still for some reason there was a creepy charm to it that I liked, and as a bonus the rent was four hundred dollars cheaper than the last place I had stayed at.

I strode downstairs and walked into the kitchen, heading for the sink. I turned on the faucet and jammed my hands into the basin, catching enough water to splash over my face a couple of times. It cooled me down enough to where I could think clearly again. I walked to the fridge and opened it up, reaching in to grab a gallon container of sweet tea that I had a hard time admitting was an addiction of mine when I was feeling down or cranky.

A strange shifting sound emitted from near the bathroom, and I dropped the jug back into the fridge and straightened, looking around. For a brief second I caught sight of a black shadow slipping behind the bathroom door. This can’t be, my mind rationalized. I just woke up from a nightmare. It’s just some kind of night fright. A residual hallucination because of the bad dream I had.

I closed the refrigerator and carefully stepped closer to the bathroom door. I pulled out a chair from the tiny dining table and held it in front of me, using it as something to keep distance between me and whatever that had been, if it happened to turn out to be an attacker of some sort. My eyes darted to both the front and back doors, which were both visible from this angle, and I noticed that they were still locked. No windows were broken and no entry had been forced. There were no traces of a real, physical person ever getting in.

Still, I was too alarmed by what I’d seen to let it slide. I inched closer to the bathroom and then reached and nudged the door. A sudden shadow leapt out from its hiding place. It stood possibly ten feet tall, and a ferocious snarl burst from its throat. I screamed and stumbled backward, falling hard against the linoleum floor in utter shock. Another nightmare! I thought, panicked. I hadn’t woken up at all. I was just dreaming yet another horrifying dream!

I scrambled upward to get away from the attacker, but the vaguely reptilian shape seized me by the back of the neck with long claws. I tried to scream again, but within seconds all went dark.

Chapter Two

Noise was muffled. It was hard to tell where I was at first. The familiar sound of a rolling shoreline caused me to wake up a little more. It was hot. As I rolled over, I realized that I lay on a bed of warm sand, and I was surrounded by red clay walls. I was in nothing more than a white tank and a pair of thin shorts-the outfit that I had gone to bed in. This was only realized after I made a couple of attempts to sit up and look at my surroundings more fully. This couldn’t have been right. Was I dreaming again? Everything felt too real, however. The warm sand, the humidity in the air, the salty scent of the ocean...

Where had that creature gone? Had that been a dream as well? Oh Lord, I’m tired of this, I thought. I wake up from a nightmare only to realize I’m in another dream, then I wake up from that nightmare to find myself in another! This is like some kind of psychotic science fiction movie!

Something crackled not too far from me. Perhaps not crackled, but it was a strange snapping, crumbling sound, as if someone was smashing rocks with a hammer. As I turned my head to see where the sound came from, I only caught sight of a monster. Perhaps ten feet tall while standing on hind legs, the thing looked like a red, furry lizard. It had a head shaped like a gecko’s, and had a series of bushy quills branching from its head and neck like some kind of crest or mane. The creature had lanky limbs with curved brown claws tipping each finger, and it possessed a long, winding tail with more quills at the end. Its eyes were slatted and orange.

The shape of this monster was almost the exact silhouette of the entity that had attacked me in my apartment.

I tried to scramble to my feet, terrified as the brute made its way across the clay hut and toward me. It emitted that strange, rock-like sound from its mouth, which I supposed I could associate as a form of growl. My shock led me out of the hut and across a beach, but I stopped shortly after. The sky was bright blue and crystal clear, save two white discs positioned diagonally from each other floating over the horizon. Moons. Two moons, a massive one, and then a smaller one not far from it, lingered in the sky above a deep blue ocean. The site was as breathtaking as it was surprising. I forgot about the monster at my heels and rushed to the shoreline, dipping my bare feet into the waves as I gazed at the dual moons. The cool liquid struck my calves hard, but it felt refreshing.

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The beast advancing towards me suddenly stopped. The absence of the noise made me stop and glance behind me to watch it. Its long toes dug into the sand as its mouth opened, and then it barked out some kind of strange language in a gravely voice. Before I had time to react, the lizard lunged for me, wrapping its furry arms around my waist. With a forced grunt, it slung my body back up onto the beach, where I shrieked before hitting the hot sand and rolling a distance. I waited until I had regained enough adrenaline to stand and reclaim the air that had been knocked out of me. A chilling cry came from the ocean as I turned back to look. The furry lizard splashed in the water almost helplessly, and it only took a moment to notice what had happened. Something huge and covered in blue, glowing scales had wrapped its long, serpentine body around the lizard and was dragging it further out. A fanned tail slapped the water, spraying sparkling drops into the sky that showered over the lizard, who struggled with all its might to rip away from the monster’s grasp, tearing with teeth and claws at the creature’s folded scales.

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I stumbled back onto a sun-bleached log after listening to the pained cry from the lizard, shocked and unable to move from my spot. To my further amazement two more lizards burst from the sand. One was a much darker color than the first, while the other was a chocolate brown. They bounded to the aid of their brother, barking out the same strange dialect.

What kind of dream is this? I wondered, utterly stupefied.

I felt I should help out in some manner as well, although I had a rough time quelling the fear that built up from my pounding heart from the sight of the massive sea monster. I stood on shaky legs and made a short dash toward the angry waves. One of the lizards turned after hearing my dashing steps and growled at me, throwing a set of claws toward my body in a threatening swipe. I cried out and fell backward into the sand as the creature made a lunge my way to add emphasis. Finally, he turned and followed the other of his kind.

The serpent waited until the lizard had a firm grip onto one of its scales before slamming it down further into the water. The two other lizards dove in after the beasts. Everything was quiet after that, at least for a handful of seconds. With a sudden burst of water that washed over me the serpent cried out, sounding like the grinding wheels of a car, before diving back into the ocean and slipping away from the three lizards. I noticed as the beasts came out of the water that the two that had come to the aid of the other were much smaller, maybe seven or eight feet in height, with smaller tails. The large one seemed to be injured. It bled darkly from a sizeable mark around its waist that looked like the punctures of fangs. Several mars were visible across the creature’s chest.

The beast raised a shaking hand, pointing one of its claws to me and muttering something to its comrades. They both looked at me as the