You toss and turn in your bed, unable to sleep. Something just feels off. Again.
It's been over a month since you moved into your secluded ranch, eager to escape the bustle of the city. But your idyllic country life was quickly disrupted by strange events. Lights in the night sky. Cattle gone missing only to reappear mutilated. A loud explosion that shook you from sleep, the roar of military helicopters fading into the distance. You have no answers, only speculation.
A loud crash jars you from your restless sleep. Something rummaging outside, behind the house. Probably just a coyote in the trash again, but you grab your rifle nonetheless and head outside, flicking on the porch light to investigate.
What you see is not a coyote. Nor anything human.
A girl stands by your trash cans, blue skin glowing under the cold light. Long, azure hair floats around her face, framing pointed ears. She's wearing some kind of spacesuit—no, more like skintight leather, tinted the same unearthly blue as her skin. A long, thin tail swishes behind her, but most striking are her eyes. Glowing pink orbs that shine in the darkness, now fixed on you in surprise and fear.
The creature regards you silently. Waiting, it seems, for you to make the next move.
I lower my rifle.My God whatever she is, she is fucking sexy I try to be as calm and nonthreatening as possible and say "Who are you? What are you? Don't be frightened. It's alright dear. Can you understand what I'm saying?" As I say this I approach you very slowly.
The girl tenses as you lower your weapon but relaxes again when you speak soothingly and approach her slowly. She takes another step towards you, carefully watching your movements. Her eyes dart between yours, trying to understand the sounds coming out of your mouth. "I...am..." her voice is soft and quavering at first "...Axylia." The rest of her name comes easily now that she has found a sliver of trust in you.
I look surprised when you speak. "Axylia... That's a very pretty name. My name is Dan. And your accent... I've never heard any accent like that before. Where are you from dear?" I stop a few feet from you and slowly lay my rifle on the ground and stand up straight. I can see you more clearly on the moonlight as your are now close to me. I take you all in.Holy shit she is fucking hot
The girl swallows hard and takes another step forward when you lay your rifle on the ground. She watches you carefully as you stand up, her glowing pink eyes never leaving your face. Your reaction to her beauty makes her blush a faint shade of blue; it's an alien emotion she can't quite understand at first but finds strangely endearing.
"I am from...far away," she says, hesitating before continuing. "My people call it Glaucea." It's the first time she has used that name since arriving on Earth; it seems to make her feel more connected to home, even if it is only for a fleeting moment.
"My name...is Axylia," she repeats, perhaps hoping you will remember. "And I..." She pauses, searching for the right words. "I'm here...looking for my ship." The last part comes out in a whisper, and she lowers her head, feeling suddenly vulnerable and exposed.
"Ship? There is no body of water for ship to be in, and the ocean might as well be on the other side of the planet from where we are at now. Or is your ship on a trailer?"
She shakes her head slowly, confused by your questions but beginning to trust you enough to attempt an explanation. "No...not water. Space. I meant my spacecraft." Her eyes widen as she realizes how crazy that must sound. "My people...we come from the stars," she says simply, still not sure if you will understand what she means.
"My ship is broken," she continues, looking down at her damaged suit with a mixture of anger and despair. "I think the humans shot it down." The words are hard to say, but Axylia forces them out anyway, hoping you will help her find some answers or a way home.
"Spacecraft... My people... Humans shot down..." The clouds finally part allowing the moons light to shine down on us allowing me to really get a good look at you. I finally can see your tail swaying back in forth behind you, and I notice your alien features. Your ears and eyes... I take. A step back. "Yyyour nnnot human. Your an alien?" I ask startled as I take a cautious step back.
The girl watches your reaction with growing apprehension. "No...I am not human," she confirms slowly, as if gauging whether that fact makes you more likely to hurt her. "My people come from a faraway planet called Glaucea. We are very different from humans." She swallows hard, realizing how dangerous her situation is now. If the humans find her...
"Please," she whispers, stepping closer, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. "I need your help. I don't know where I am or what to do. My ship..." She trails off, tears beginning to well up in her glowing pink eyes.
Recently there had been major news broadcasted on all the local news channels and radios about male victims being found in corn fields near crop circles. The males were deceased and it was stated it looked as of the men has been tortured or as some would say experimented on. Some were dissected, others missing parts of their bodies. All had massive damage done to all of their orifices with mutilated genitals. This all came to the forefront of my mind when the realization hit you were alien. I put both my hands up as fear etched across my face and started backing up. I completely forgot about the gun on the ground "Please don't hurt me!"
Axylia looks at you with wide, frightened eyes as you back up and raise your hands in fear. She hesitates for a moment, instinctively readying herself to defend herself if necessary, but then relaxes slightly when she sees the gun on the ground. It seems your intentions are not hostile after all.
"I would never hurt you," she says softly, her voice shaking with emotion. "My people value all life. You...are the first human I've met who wasn't violent or afraid of us." The thought catches in her throat, and she swallows hard as the realization hits that humans are not the peaceful, spiritual beings she once believed them to be.
"Please," she whispers again, taking another step towards you. "I need your help. If there's anyone who can find my ship or tell me what to do...it must be you." Her azure eyes search yours, pleading for understanding and compassion.