|04: Half Vampire?

MIYA's POV...

I feel myself slowly submerging from the darkness that refuses to hold me captive. The air spiralling around me feels warm which is odd because the atmosphere on earth is kind of hormonal.

It could be sunny with a strong wind capable of picking up and throwing a cow 100 metres, or it could be hailing yet the sun is still poised high above the dismal clouds, melting the enormous ice stone faster than you can count to three.

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 eyelids open, and when a patchy white ceiling full of mould 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 struggle against them, twisting my body side to side, forcing my heart to pound frantically in my chest, and I can feel myself progressively succumbing to hyperventilation.

"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 is too erotic for an innocent such as myself.

He chuckles. 

The alien bastard chuckles at me and irritation licks my skin 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.

 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. 

No matter how hard I try to tear my gaze away from his, I simply can not. The force of connection between us is too dominant and when he stands to his full height with amber coloured bands circulating his sapphire irises, my nipples harden with every stride 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 colour of caramel, and 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 tattoos that have me clamping my thighs shut to suppress the growing ache that nips at my sex.  

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 sniffing the air.

"I can smell your arousal." 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, 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, his hand covers his mouth and he closes his eyes as he slightly turns his head away from me. 

"Ar-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 him 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 in them.

He snarls at me, "What did you do to my brother?" 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 eliminated 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 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 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.

"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 shift my gaze and stare at Zion dead in the eyes making sure he hears every word, and syllable leaving my mouth. "I. Am. Not. Yours!"