How Not to Date an Alien (10 page)

“I believe my brother told you to expect my call?” he asked, his eyes a solid black, just like the tasty customer who had verbally pleased him a while back. Robert recalled giving the man his card to pass on to his brother, but he never thought anything would come of it after a few weeks of silence.

But now, standing on his doorstep was the man’s near clone. The only difference Robert could see between the brothers was that this one had a mysterious gold tint to his skin, unlike Valan’s silver.

“I am an alien, you understand,” he offered.

“Foreign visitor,” Robert grinned. “Alien is so sci-fi, and is not terribly polite.”

As if expecting that bit of language correction, Vanta nodded. “I am here for the hunt,” he purred, licking his lips with his forked tongue.

“Sweet Jesus,” Robert gasped, his legs trembling as he stared in open-mouthed awe at the man leering at him.

“I’ve come to eat you, Robert.” He took a step forward, tossing a deliciously long, black plait behind his head as he moved to enter his apartment. “Any last words?”

“Bon —” he gasped, holding onto the doorjamb in an effort to keep himself upright. He slid back, inviting the tall, pale German into his home. “Bon appetit!”

The end… the invasion has begun.