Colun's Passion (Alien Mates Book Four 4) (11 page)

They hit the tree again coming at it from all sides. This tree wasn’t going to stay upright much longer. What are you going to do? A little voice whispered in her head. It didn’t want to die, and it was reminding her of that fact. You’re going to die, the evil voice in her head said loud and clear with a cackle of laughter that reminded her of an evil witch from some movie.

She shimmied closer to the tree trunk and then clutching it she stood allowing herself to get a better look at the predators after her. She only had one choice if she wanted to live, that was to open herself back up to the power she took from Colun. It felt like opening a door in the middle of space; you knew you shouldn’t do it. Then you did it anyway and everything around you gets sucked into a mindless void and you’re hanging on for dear life knowing that you’ll be sucked in next.

That was Colun’s power; it sucked everything into its vastness and before she knew it she was sucked in. His power was being generous; it circled her, infusing her with something that made her feel like a goddess among men. Sara leaped from the tree into the circle of the beasts that wanted her dead. Her hair flew around her head with electricity sparkling; while her hands felt like they were holding lightning and she knew that the power she possessed could defeat the enemy.

The first animal ran at her hitting her shield. She saw its body light up to the point that she could almost see inside its flesh. It fell to the ground dead. Because Colun’s power was using her not the other way around, Sara couldn’t control it, but it was willing to keep her safe as it consumed her natural power.

The second animal jumped at her, and she welcomed it with open arms. Not because she wanted to see these beautiful wild animals dead around her. She simply didn’t want them to eat her after she was dead. She wouldn’t be surviving this; already she could feel Colun’s power making its way to her heart, attracted by the small electrical current it was putting out.

The third and the fourth animal ran away. Sara smiled, grateful they got to live another day. She staggered as far away from the dead animals as she could before her body fell. Her eyes closed and she said goodbye to her child and grandchild. Her body convulsed, dying while dreaming of Colun making love to her.

“How long do you think I will sit here before I leave you all alone?”

Was she in heaven and if she was why was Voyager talking to her? Damn it; she’d gone to hell. Hadn’t she been good enough, self-sacrificing enough, only to end up in hell?

His laughter went through her.

“You are funny, which is why I am still here, open your eyes.”

She cracked one open and yep; it was Voyager sitting on top of a boulder that hadn’t been there when she passed out. She opened the second eye so she could see him better and stare at his chair.

“You may enjoy lying in the dirt, but I prefer not to.”

She looked and she was in the dirt, not one blade of grass was around.

“Why am I alive?’

“Someone is not very grateful to still be living.”

“That’s not what I meant…I mean.”

“Well, spit it out. What did you mean?”

“I’m just having trouble believing I’m still alive. Colun’s power was going to my heart I could feel it slowing me down.”

“You are right. Although it may have been amusing to watch you die, it would not have involved blood and guts. Additionally, Colun would have demanded we go after you, bring you back to your body, and it gets rather tedious chasing spirits. I decided to lend a helping hand.”

She stared at him, her eyes big and her mouth hanging open.

“Your mother dropped you on your head when you were a baby, didn’t she?”

Voyager gave her a surprisingly sad smile, “I wish. Instead, I was born with a taste for blood and gore. Maybe I will go fight in a war when the trial is over.”

“Do you know where Colun is? There were two beasts after him the last time I saw him. Is he all right?”

“He is fine, looking for you as we speak.”

She smiled, he was looking for her. Her heart sped up with the knowledge.

“Too bad, he will not find you anytime soon.”

“Why?” There were times when Voyager scared her, and this was one of them.

He smiled, and his body changed, he looked like her husband.

“Because your past is calling you.” He lifted a hand, and her body flew into the air.

*~*~*~*

Where was she? She felt like she was just waking up from a dream. A smile touched her lips when she realized she was on the street where she lived. It didn’t take her long to walk down the street and ascend the steps to her porch. She was home, and it had just been a dream. Her smile turned to a frown; she didn’t want Colun to be a dream.

“Sara,” her husband called her, but she didn’t want to go inside. So she sat on the porch swing and lazily kicked her feet so the swing would start.

The front door opened and Jim walked out. What did she ever find attractive about him? She knew what it was. She was flattered that he paid her attention when she felt no one would ever want her. She had been grateful to him for calling her name, hugging her, and whispering I love you in her ear.

Her gratitude may have lasted forever if he had been able to keep up the act, but he didn’t love her. He simply wanted something from her. She never figured out what it was.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Swinging.”

Jim was a tall man around six feet, with beautiful blue eyes and the whitest of teeth. There were times she would feel them at her neck. She used to think he might be a vampire waiting for the right moment to drain her dry.

He was on the thin side weighing about a buck seventy. He came and joined her on the swing.

“I have a surprise for you in the house.”

She remembered this day or more accurately she didn’t remember this day. Something happened in the house and when Jim came back that night he told her he was getting a divorce. It turned out that she was a sorry waste of time. His words not hers.

She swallowed hard, didn’t she want to know what happened in the house that day? No, she screamed, but she was up on her feet following him through the door.

“Where’s Annie?”

“Your mom has her. She’ll bring her home tomorrow.”

“I’ll cook us a special dinner tonight; we can put on some music, dance, maybe drink a glass of wine. It’ll be nice.”

“No Sara, today's our last day. You know when you got pregnant I thought maybe that was a good reason to keep you around. You could give me children to walk in my footsteps, but when Annie was born I realized that would never happen. Your genetics are too strong, they overruled mine and always would. Here I am, a destroyer, and my child is prey. I’m the laughing stock of the community, but don’t worry only you are going to die. I won’t kill Annie until she matures.”

They were standing in the living room she hated. The antique furniture seemed to be mocking her, and the rose palette was way to calming.

“Jim, you’re just hungry, that’s why you're saying all of this.”

“I took on this look because it seemed to be popular with Earth females, but you never were all that crazy about it. It never made your heart beat fast like the other females before I killed them. He dropped his skin like it was a cloak and she hollered.

“Not, this time, Sara.” The room they were in turned into a prison keeping her from escaping as she ran to the door.

She banged on it and then went to the window but she couldn’t break it, and the people outside acted like they didn’t see her.

“We have nothing but privacy.”

She turned around to face the thing she called husband. Jim was now over eight feet tall with the head of a monster; it was misshapen with jagged teeth and eyes that were more circular than oval, but the body of a man. The most developed man on the face of the Earth. He was big; she knew he could crush her with his hands.

“What are you?”

“I’m a destroyer. My people didn’t originally look like this when we first came here, but interbreeding with the natives and others led us to this new look. Sara, we love it, I love it. I love knowing that I’m one of the most powerful people on this planet. Here’s a secret for you. We run the government and anything else we want. But all I want right now, Sara, is you. You’re deliciously full of power and I want it for my own.

Why didn’t she paint the walls? Sara laughed at herself. Her husband was a destroyer, good name for the way he looked. He was a destroyer who wanted to consume the power he felt within her. The power she spent a lifetime denying. Why? Because if she denied it, she would be normal, and being normal was the most important thing in the world. Normal people fit in, got invited to parties and the amusement park. Normal people had friends and didn’t have the girls at school calling them names.

It was only at the end of her life that she finally realized normal was overrated. Be yourself, Sara, and stick your middle finger up at the rest of the world. Be unique, be an individual. She’d never get that chance now.

“Jim, I know I’m supposed to go meekly to my death, and while that does have a certain appeal, you just threatened my daughter. The one person on this Earth who I know for a fact loves me for me. So since I can’t trust you to keep your animal face away from her, I’m going to have to live.”

“Not, this time, Sara. I have you where I want you.”

He crossed the room, his legs twice as long as hers. She ran from him because she wasn’t in the mood to die and he stalked her, tiring her out because she couldn’t get out of the room.

“How long can you keep darting around the room like a mouse on speed? I have the stamina to go for hours.”

“We could have used some of that stamina in the bedroom.” What are you doing making him mad? He roared and lengthened his stride making her have to run faster.

“I wasn’t in this for the sex.”

“It’s a good thing because you suck in bed.”

“I’m going to suck you dry.”

“Now you want to suck on me because when I begged you to, you turned over too satisfied from the five minutes you gave me and went to sleep. I still haven’t figured out how you managed to impregnate me.”

“The only reason you're still alive is that you carried my seed and destroyers need a mother the first year of their lives.”

“But Annie’s not a destroyer.”

Come on, Sara, think of something because the monster you married is going to kill you. His eyes were all white now. There was nothing but rage on his face; he was truly going to kill her. All she had was this power he said was inside of her. She stopped running; sometimes you simply couldn’t outrun your future. Instead, she reached inside her to that secret room that she liked to visit in the dark.

‘I need a shield,’ she told herself and then she touched what looked like a treasure chest and took out what looked like a breastplate, one warriors of old wore. She put it on.

Jim reached for her and knocked her back against the wall. It hurt like hell, but she never felt him touch her.

“What game are you playing, Sara?”

“Life, it has cute little game pieces along with money and…”

He roared his anger as he stomped across the room until he was in front of her. His nails turned to claws as he raked them over her body, she screamed until she realized they weren’t touching her.

“Who taught you to shield?” he demanded.

“Well, see there was this monster who pretended to my husband…” She giggled and giggled until she was curled up on the floor laughing. Big tears falling from her eyes and she didn’t know if they were real tears or tears you can’t help when you just laugh too long.

“You won’t win; I’ll find a way through that shield.”

She was going to win, not because she thought after marrying a monster she deserved to live. She was going to win because her daughter’s life was on the line and she wouldn’t lose her. She walked back into that room and went to another treasure chest.

“The armor is perfect, but I need to be able to fight back. That’s the only way he will let me live. It’s the only way I can protect Annie.”

The second chest opened. Within it lay a small anorexic star. “What am I supposed to do with this? Top my Christmas tree?”

“Power comes from many sources. Yours comes from the stars, from space itself. It is wide and vast, and you can pull on it day or night, but you lock yourself in the house away from your power source. Because of this, it is small. Remember small does not mean weak.”

She bent over the chest and picked up the star. It beat like it had a heart and it was warm. She pulled it to her chest, and it disappeared inside of her. Jim’s roar brought her out of herself.

“Jim leave, just go and we’ll forget this ever happened. You can have a divorce, and we’ll live separate lives.”

“You always were cute, Sara. It’s those big green eyes combined with your black hair. I’ll miss you.”

She shrugged, only time would tell if he would miss her. Jim began to throw spears of red that felt like electricity going through her body. It was only a matter of time before he broke through her shield. She ran to the window and looked out at the sky hoping her little star was pulling the power it needed to defend her.

“I’m a sick woman, Jim, because I don’t want to kill you. Your welcome, I’m making the exception because you’re my daughter's father, but I can’t let you kill us.”

She reached within herself and countered his strike with one of her own. He frowned and tried again. She countered it again. Each time he came at her, she deflected the strike. He didn’t stop; he simply came at her faster until she was on the defense.

She let the next strike hit against her armor, and she went on the offense. Hit him with her power driving him back until he found himself unbalanced reaching out to catch himself from falling.

“You're bigger than me, Jim. You’re more powerful than me, but don’t you ever threaten my child.” She pinned him down until the shield he had around himself began to crack.

“Soon you won’t be able to defend yourself.” The anger Sara felt bloomed over her body. She was going to kill Jim; she no longer wanted to preserve his life and then she would talk to the rest of the people who had made her life a living hell. Malice, that voice in her head she hated, was trying to take her over. Make her it's willing victim.