Page 10 of Caveman Alien's Terror

She lowers her head and growls, sounding more cute than dangerous. But she’s not playing.

“What are you hearing? Or smelling?” My mouth feels stiff and I have trouble forming the words.

“I think it may be me,”says a deep voice into my ear.

I squeal and jerk to spin around, nearly dropping my spear.

But there’s nobody there.

“Behind you,”the voice comes again, this time in the other ear.

I spin around again, once more finding an empty spot. “Stop it!”

“But it’s fun,”the voice chuckles coldly.

I stand still. “Who are you?” But I think I know. He’s speaking English.

“I like your behind, although the garment should be tighter.”

I calmly turn around. And there he is, eight feet tall and so blue he practically shines in the night, as if he’s standing in a blue spotlight in a dark room.

I want to say something sarcastic, but I’m partly paralyzed from fear and awe. My hand drops to where I can feel the hardness of the dagger in its hiding place.

“Don’t bother speaking,” the supernaturally beautiful alien says, a thin smirk on his face. “You wanted to assure me how submissive you are to me, and how you will obey my tiniest whim, yes? It’s fine. They all do that.”

“Actually,” I rasp, regaining control of my mouth, “I wanted to ask you to not bother me.”

Black and silver eyebrows arch in a heartbreakingly attractive motion. “Did you, now? And yet, you really don’t want me to leave.”

My heart is beating like crazy. I feel like a small, brown mouse being toyed with by a cat, where they both know it will end with the mouse dead. “I do want it.”

“Ah. Then goodbye.” He pulls away from me, into the darkness.

“No!” I yell hoarsely, suddenly completely unable to bear the thought of him leaving. “Stay!”

“Is that any way to talk to a superior being?” he asks with such menace that I whimper.

“Sorry! I mean, please. Please stay.” I’m not sure what’s going on here. My mind is a chaos of panic that he’ll leave and terror that he won’t.

He sighs theatrically. “I suppose that’s the best I can expect from a woman dressed in rags. Do you remember what I said last time?”

“Yes,” I wheeze, scared of offending him. “You said to be careful in the jungle.”

“And are you being careful? You’re here alone, I notice.”

“I have… her,” I manage and point behind me at Luna.

“You have nothing,” the apparition says. “Yes, that’s what I expected.”

I half turn to check. But Luna is gone. Smart girl.

The apparition stifles a yawn with one hand. “Did you enjoy the fruit I gave you?”

I don’t understand the way he speaks. There’s warmth in the words, but there’s also a menace that confuses me and adds to the fear.

“Yes,” I answer truthfully. “It was delicious. Thank you.”

“Ah! Now you’re remembering your manners. Did you bring payment for me?”

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