The Complete Alien's Bride Page 4

  “They already found a cure for cancer, right?”

  Whore shushed me. The mapping got more elaborate, with veins and organs being displayed. Whore tapped his fingers on a control panel and it zeroed in on my reproductive system. A red blinking triangle pointed towards something. Whore made the area larger.

  “You’re ovulating.”

  I eyed him.

  He made several annoyed sounds and headed toward the door. “Wait here.”

  He left me alone several minutes. I used the time to analyze myself on the screen. From what I could tell there were no giant tumors anywhere. Yay?

  Whore returned with a black rectangular thing with a point on it and something else that looked like an electric shaver. The former I recognized. He’d jabbed it in my neck back when he kidnapped me. I reeled back away from him, but he gave me a threatening look. I fumed and held still for the injection.

  “That will extend the amount of time you’ll remain fertile, but it won’t last for nine days.”

  He waved the electric shaver over my neck and the small amount of pain I had from the injection went away.

  “You need to move things along with Lord Elentinus or this egg, which represents a Dak-Hiliah life, will be wasted.”

  I touched my neck. There wasn’t any sign I’d had an injection.

  “Isn’t it important for Lord Elentinus to follow the druids’ rules?”

  “What would you know about that?” He sneered and then looked away. “The Degrees of Intimacy isn’t a rule, it’s a suggestion. Something to be practiced if necessary, and it’s not necessary. You’re adapting perfectly well. There’s no need for you to be coddled.”

  I pulled my finger out of the cancer machine. “Hor-Denay,” I said, with forced restraint. “I do need to be coddled.”

  “Bah!”

  “You know what? It’s the least you guys can do. This isn’t easy for me. Just keeping it together is a huge—“

  “Enough!” Whore leaned on the counter and spoke to the wall in front of him. “Do you have even the faintest idea how lucky you are?”

  I was not amused. “Tell me.”

  “Lord Elentinus is kind, and wise, and fair. He gives everything within him to serve our people. He obeys our druids with joy in his heart, and reverence—even back when their rules were destroying us. He shows your people more compassion than they deserve, and what do they give him in return? You…you women. You ungrateful, selfish, spoiled children who spit venom in his face.”

  I stared at him a while after he was done. Tears had built up behind my eyes. I forced myself to swallow and said, “I didn’t spit venom in his face.”

  “Not you.” He dismissed me with a flick of his wrist, and spoke more softly. “The other one, before you.”

  There was a lot I could have spat. Ungrateful? I’m supposed to be grateful for being kidnapped? Selfish? Try self-preservation. Spoiled? Yeah, freedom does that to a girl.

  Of course I kept it all to myself. It was actually nice to see Whore expose himself a little. I found his devotion to his master touching.

  “Look, I can’t ‘move things along.’ I wouldn’t even know how to do that.”

  “Tell him you’re ready at dinner tonight.”

  “I’m not ready.”

  He turned his back to me.

  “What? Should I lie? I don’t think Lord Elentinus would want that.”

  “He would if he knew you were fertile. I’d expose this fact, but it will just upset him when you continue to play coy and a life is wasted.”

  “Playing coy is me wanting it and pretending I don’t. Do you really think I’m pretending? I don’t even know this man!”

  Whore stomped to the door. “So incredibly selfish. You’re no different than Sasha.”

  I stayed planted by the counter. I can’t believe this guy.

  Whore stuck his head back into the room. “Come on!”

  I followed him with my arms crossed tightly in front of me.

  Whore dumped me back in my cell and abandoned me. I wandered downstairs to find Kang. There was a cluster of Domestics next to a machine on the wall.

  “Kang!”

  My obedient little unit popped out of the herd and came to me.

  I had him feed me (I asked for whatever was Elentinus’ favorite dish and got a yummy green chili sort of thing) then I made him keep me company in the seating area. I asked for books, but whatever books were left in my new reality were too sacred and fragile for me to handle.

  “Texts are read from anodic tablets, mistress. I do not have permission to provide you one at this time.”

  “What about TV? Television? You guys have that?”

  “There is not a dedicated broadcasting unit available on the ship, mistress. Programs can be viewed on any terminal. Unfortunately, I do not have permission to allow you access to one at this time.”

  This didn’t disappoint me all that much, but it made me curious. “Why don’t they want me on the tablets or terminals?”

  “May I ask the reason for this inquiry, mistress?”

  This befuddled me. “I’m just trying to figure out what forms of entertainment are available. It sounds like all my options are off-limits.”

  “I understand, mistress. It is acceptable for me to respond to your inquiry, then. The restrictions placed on you are not intended to block your access to entertainment. You are not permitted to access the other functions available on these devices.”

  I nodded in realization. “Oh. You guys don’t want me on the Internet.”

  “No, mistress. Passive browsing of the wider universal network would be permissible. Using the network for communication with unapproved parties would not be permissible.”

  “Got it.” I held back that I thought the restrictions were ridiculous. Who would I contact? I didn’t know anyone except for Whore and Elentinus.

  “You entertain me then.” I stretched out on the couch and put my feet up. “Tell me about the Dak-Hiliah.”

  “What would you like to know about the—“

  “Just tell me their history. The Cliffnotes version. Um, that means for you to summarize.”

  “It would be most acceptable for me to explain the Dak-Hiliah history to you.”

  What he started with wasn’t history at all, but their creation myth. Apparently they had lots of different gods and their lives were either good or bad depending on which god had the most power. The druids were the living embodiments of the gods. He kept telling me about amazing things they did, which they shouldn’t have been able to do given the technology at the time, but managed because of their god magic. Usually a benevolent god was in the holiest seat (where the druid in charge sat). Sometimes it was an evil god. From ancient times to modern day, the ups and downs in their history coincided with which kind of god was in charge.

  I took a bathroom break and had more of the coffee substitute. Then I kept listening. The Dak-Hiliah was a race from one of the countries on their home world. They had wiped out or subjugated all the other nations over the course of two thousand years.

  “Members of these subservient races still exist today, mistress. Hor-Denay is an Etiken, for instance.”

  “You don’t say.”

  He summarized their technological advancements next. The druids were the ones who had given them the gift of space travel. I kind of switched off during his run-down of all their achievements, but I perked up when he talked about the first aliens they encountered. The Dak-Hiliah had pretended to be peaceful at first, but then conquered them and forced them to be their soldiers. They did the same thing to a number of other worlds. A group of planets that were active in space travel had formed an alliance against them. A few hundred years ago Earth had joined the Alliance.

  “The Dak-Hiliah declared war on Earth 28 years ago.”

  “Why?”

  “It was discovered that human females could be made compatible for breeding with Dak-Hiliah males.”

  “That…that’s it? So they jus
t declared war?”

  “Earth refused to surrender their women willingly. Since the females from other alliance worlds were not compatible for breeding, the Dak-Hiliah did not target them. Earth’s allies were warned not to get involved.”

  I was flabbergasted. “Okay, so…”

  “Even without much ally support, Earth put up formidable resistance. Numerous human females lost their lives in the conflict. After over two decades of intermittent fighting the Dak-Hiliah withdrew. At this time the Instajants began their colonization of Alliance space. The druids gifted the Dak-Hiliah with the vaccine to prevent Instajant infection. This vaccine was supplied to all the Alliance worlds except for Earth.”

  “Holy crap.”

  “As was expected, this ultimately led to Earth’s surrender to the Dak-Hiliah.”

  “If the Dak-Hiliah can travel back in time why didn’t they just go into Earth’s history from the beginning and take whatever women they wanted from back before we could defend ourselves?”

  “The Dak-Hiliah did not have the gift of time travel at the start of the war, mistress. The druids provided this gift as a solution to the problem of Earth’s decimated population after the Instajant’s invaded them.”

  “Why not use the time travel to go back when there was plenty of Dak-Hiliah women and just get a bunch of them?”

  “More Dak-Hiliah women will not resolve the problems that led to their near-extinction in the first place. Bringing in women from a race exempt from the will of the druid Shindray was the only viable answer. This has created a permanent need for the Dak-Hiliah to interbreed with Earth women. It is the reason the remaining Earth women from the present time are being allowed to repopulate Earth.”

  My head started to hurt. “What’s the deal with Shindray?”

  “Maritza.”

  I jolted. Whore had sneaked up behind my couch and grabbed my shoulder. I looked back at him.

  “It is time for you to prepare for your dinner with Lord Elentinus.”

  I stopped to freshen up in my cell. Whore stood in the doorway and watched me brush my hair.

  “It’s good that you’re trying to look pretty for him.”

  I eyed his reflection in my mirror.

  “There isn’t any protocol for this situation. Men and women don’t dine together.”

  Some of my Peace Corps friends told me this was common with most of the Muslim tribes in Africa. Botswana had been promulgated by Christian missionaries in the 1800s, so I hadn’t experienced any of that.

  “Is it shameful for men and women to dine together?” (This was how one of my friends had described it being in Muslim Africa).

  “No.” He walked into my cell. “It was just forbidden by the last druid in the holiest seat.” He took a little container out of my bag of toiletries. “Put some color on your lips.”

  The stuff in the container looked clear, but when I rubbed it on my mouth it turned into a pretty red. I was impressed.

  “Was this Shindray?” I kept the conversation going because Whore was getting awful close and it made me uncomfortable.

  “What would you know about him?”

  He bopped a spot on the small counter attached to the wall below my mirror. A hidden drawer popped out with a row of glittery round combs inside.

  “Nothing much. The Domestic I was talking to today was just about to get to him.”

  Whore moved behind me and…started doing my hair. My eyes widened and my whole body tensed up.

  “Shindray died two months ago. The new druid in the holiest seat is Pakpo. He’s nine years old.”

  I blinked a few times. “Wow.”

  Whore was pulling my hair up off my shoulders bit by bit with the combs. I’m not saying it didn’t feel nice, but I just didn’t like this guy getting so touchy-feely with me. He was being so gentle I was scared he was going to lean down and kiss my neck. The thought made me want to puke.

  “There,” he said after slipping in the last comb. He shoved me around by my shoulder to look at me, and then pushed me back toward the mirror. “Put some color on your eyelids.” He pointed to the same stuff I’d put on my lips.

  I used my finger to obey. This time the color was a beautiful dark violet. Now I was amazed. I wondered what would happen if I smeared the whole jar all over my face.

  Whore stood close behind me and examined my reflection. “Good. You look very fetching.”

  My hair had been put up in a sexy messy way and my painted eyes and lips made me look vampish. I was working it, all right. I’d have to make sure Elentinus knew it was all his meddling servant’s doing.

  Whore led the way out of my cell. “I expect you to conduct yourself with charm and grace just as before. Don’t badger him with questions, and don’t confront him about any of your circumstances.”

  “I know.”

  Whore stared at me with narrow eyes as we stood in front of Elentinus’ door. “Lord Elentinus confides in me. If I learn that you’ve offended him in any way, or that you’ve upset him for any reason—“

  “You don’t have to threaten me.” I stayed focused on the door. “Lord Elentinus has been a Hell of a lot nicer to me than you have. I’m not about to get on his bad side.”

  “Would you like us to be friends, Maritza?”

  The evil smirk on his face gave me a chill so strong I got goose bumps. I wetted my lips inside my mouth and said, “Maybe.”

  Whore pressed a button beside Elentinus’ door. “Then see to it this night ends with you in Lord Elentinus’ bed.”

  Oh, for Pete’s sake...

  “Enter,” Elentinus said from inside.

  Whore got in front of me once the doors slid open. “I’ve brought the girl, master.”

  “Thank you, Hor. You may leave us.”

  He got out of my way with one final threatening asshole glance. I stepped into the massive room slowly. I was probably looking at 3,000 square feet of floor space. The domed ceiling went up at least two stories. I’d entered on a marble-looking platform area the size of a large patio. I had to go down six steps with a broad landing in between just to reach the floor. Most of the room was empty floor space with pretty tiles spread out in a pattern among plain ones. There looked like a large curtained sleeping area on the far end of the room. A lot of tall windows with cushioned window-seats lined the rest of the circular wall. There was a seating area, just like the one in the lobby, and a big rounded desk area with a computer terminal. Further back was another platform area that looked like it had weapons or sporting equipment stored on it. In the center of the stuff I saw what I guessed to be an exercise machine.

  Elentinus stood in the middle of the room beside a round white table that was molded up from the floor. There were place settings for dinner.

  I headed over to him. The distance between us was far enough for me to get a good look at him without it being awkward staring. Elentinus’ stature gave him more of a military general look than that of a lawmaker. There was a very regal aspect to him, too. His shoulder adornments reminded me of a king’s robe—and he wore it well. This was the first time I’d gotten a good look at his svelte, muscular body. Whore was a big guy, too; I assumed all the Dak-Hiliah men were. However, Elentinus’ muscles were defined. His tight outfit revealed chiseled deltoids and a pronounced six-pack. Then there was his face with that long wispy white hair. Even the first time I saw him I could see the handsomeness from behind the strange markings. Yes, he had weird purple curly horns, but they were easy enough to ignore. Elentinus could have been a novelty rock star back in my time, looking exactly as he did now, and would have had throngs of female fans.

  I stood next to him at the table. That’s when I realized his lips were parted, and he was looking over me as thoroughly as I had him.

  He took my hand. “You look stunning, my dear.”

  “Thank you.” I felt my cheeks go flush, and I lowered my eyes. This level of demureness was a little high on the goofy scale for me, but whatever. He really did have my heart going p
itter-patter.

  I sat in the chair Elentinus indicated. We were seated kitty-corner from each other, which was close, but would require me to turn my head if I wanted to look at him. It was an ideal set-up for our first date.

  “Hor tells me you’ve been acclimating astoundingly well. I was very pleased to hear it.”

  My brow twitched. I kept my mouth shut, but Elentinus was looking right at my dubious face.

  “Is that not true?”

  “Uh, well, I’m a survivor, you know? I wouldn’t say ‘astoundingly well,’ though.”

  Elentinus seemed to mull this for a few moments. “The wife I had before you, Sasha, had become catatonic by her second day here. She refused to eat or drink. She attacked both myself or Hor when we tried to approach her. She scarred her own face with her fingernails, and wept hysterically until she made herself sick.”

  My eyes widened. “I…see.”

  “You can imagine how relieved I am to see you adapting so much better than she had.”

  “Was she mentally ill?”

  Elentinus laughed. He placed his hand on mine and gave it a little squeeze.

  Pitter-patter, pitter-patter…

  “I’m finding you a delight, Maritza.” He removed his hand and drew a long breath. “I believe she was addicted to alcohol.”

  “Ohhh.”

  “Time travel is difficult for our druids. One large trip was made initially to retrieve thousands of brides at once. They were all from the same time and within the same area. The only criteria were for the all the women to be a suitable age for breeding, for them not to have had any children in their lifetimes, and for them not to have created any legacy that would affect the inhabitants of Earth in our time period. We targeted the 21st century since it was the earliest period in your history where extensive records were available on most individuals.”

  I nodded. (Apparently my fastidious Facebook updates had gotten me abducted by aliens).