Spacenapped

A new house suddenly appears at the end of the road and Adrienne is the only one that seems to notice. She also can't remember the inhabitants, Grayson and his brother Lonzac who is too good to be true and wants Adrienne to go away with him. But where?
What follows is an adventure that is literally out of this world.

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15. Chapter Fifteen

Lonzac was remarkably calm and I was shocked when he started laughing.

Baeyl’s eyes narrowed to thin slits. “You find being banished amusing?” she asked angrily.

“I’m not going anywhere, Mother. It’s you that is exiling me, not the High Council. I know you find my ideas offensive, but I’m doing this for the good of our people. We need to change if we are to survive.”

A hiss escaped Baeyl’s metallic looking lips. “The High Council will change their mind. It is only a matter of time before you and your human are thrown off this planet. I suggest you pack your bags.” With a whirl of her emerald dress Baeyl glided away.

“No offense,” I said, looking up at Lonzac. “But your mum is a bitch.”

Smiling down at me, he asked, “Is calling my mother a female dog supposed to be insulting?”

“Uh yeah,” I laughed.

Lonzac’s silver eyes glinted with amusement. “You just insulted my mother and now you’re making fun of me?” He touched my cheek, his eyebrows drawing into a slant. “You’re cold. Let’s go inside.”

Returning to Lonzac’s rooms we sat down on the bed.

When he didn’t speak I said, “I’m sorry about your mum.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does! She’s your mum! I feel so terrible because it’s my fault that she wants you gone.”

Sighing, Lonzac kissed my forehead. “I don’t care what happens as long as I’m with you.”

Blushing, I ran my hand over the bedcovers. “I thought you wanted to save your people by breeding them with humans?”

“Sometimes I wonder if we are worth saving,” he said bitterly.

     

 

The days were shorter on Cairan Prime so when I woke it was midday. Grayson was stood in the corner watching me.

“Where’s Lonzac?” I asked rubbing my face.

Grayson’s hands were folded behind his back and as usual his face was expressionless. “My master is conferring with the High Council. He asked me to care for you. Would you like to eat?”

I nodded and Grayson brought over what looked like a tray of bright green pinecones. Picking one up, I eyed it warily. It felt like it was made of jelly.

“What do they taste like?”

“According to my data banks the Wylian jhacka is sweet and full of nutrients. They are safe for you to consume,” replied Grayson.

Closing my eyes I bit into the alien food. Wiping away the juice that was running down my chin, I chewed. The Wylian jhacka was sweet, almost too sweet. The juice was sticky and turned my fingers a fluorescent green. I only ate the one for fear that I would throw up if I had any more.

“Can I have a shower?” I licked my lips aware that I must have looked a mess.

“Yes, I adapted a shower for you. There is not much water though, so you will have to be quick.”

 

 

I was quick and when I exited the bathroom, wearing a thin silver bathrobe, I found a Cairani dress waiting for me. It was pale pink, made of silk and wispy. Grayson wasn’t around but even without him telling me so I knew that Lonzac wanted me to wear it. I wasn’t a girlie girl but even I couldn’t wait to try it on.

The dress fell to the floor and was so soft on my skin that it felt like I was wrapped in feathers. The sleeves stopped at my wrists and the neckline was lower than I would have liked, making my breasts appear far bigger than they actually were. I hoped that I didn’t look a complete and utter fool.

Feeling like exploring, I stuck my head through the wall. Peering out into the corridor, I couldn’t see anybody and so stepped out. My bare feet made no noise as I wandered around. Every now and then I came across a lighter patch of wall but after a while the silver corridor opened up to a huge room with a domed roof. Apart from a pool of golden liquid the room was empty. Approaching it, I gazed at the rippling liquid metal. It was so shiny that I could see my reflection in it. I saw myself smile. My face fell however when someone appeared behind me. Whirling around, I found myself face to face with Veolia.

In one smooth movement the golden haired goddess pinned me to the floor, my head precariously close to the pool of liquid. Veolia’s golden eyes radiated hate as her hand tightened around my neck. I tried to cry out but couldn’t breathe.

“So now he dresses you up in Cairani dresses,” snarled Veolia, her beautiful face twisted. “You will never be one of us you pathetic little human! Lonzac is mine!”

Veolia was torn off me and I gasped for breath, coughing as oxygen flooded into my lungs. Standing over Veolia was a woman with waist length copper hair and golden eyes. She was wearing a lilac dress that had a long train.

“Star filled sky, what do you think you’re doing?”cried the woman, helping me to my feet.

Getting to her feet, Veolia straightened her blue dress. “This doesn’t concern you, Greha.”

“Touch the human again and I will inform the council.”

Narrowing her eyes, Veolia spat at the floor before storming from the room.

“Thank you,” I said rubbing my sore neck. “I’m very grateful for your help.”

Greha smiled at me. “You are very welcome.” She pressed her forehead to mine and a wave of motion washed over me. “That is how my people greet each other when they meet for the first time.”

Slightly startled I managed to say, “Oh, I . . . thank you.”

“What is your name? I am Greha. I work with Lonzac.”

“I’m Adrienne.” Holding out my hand, I said, “This is how we greet each other on Earth.”

Greha copied me and I shook her hand. Laughing she said, “What a strange custom.” Greha’s eyes moved to my necklace. “So the rumours are true. Lonzac has named you the Holder of his heart.”

Blushing I nodded.

“You are very lucky. There are many who had hoped that Lonzac would choose them. Tell me is it true that you fixed Lonzac’s ship and robot?” asked Greha.

“Yes I did.”

“Then I wonder if I might have some of your time?”

Greha had just saved me from Veolia, how could I refuse?

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