Page 20 of My Alien Angel
“There’s no need,” she utters, yanking her arm from my grip. “I got the message. I won’t bother you again.”
Cursed winds. It seems that scorned females are the same, no matter their species. “Fin, wait. Talk, please. Explain first, then kiss.”
With her back to me as she heads for her room, Fin hesitates. “You still want to kiss me?” Her voice is so small I long to bring her into my arms, but I don’t think she’d appreciate it right now, so I just sit on the bed hoping she’ll give me a chance to explain.
“Yes. Much want to kiss and more. Talk first, please.”
Her shoulders slump but she turns to face me, still hiding behind that guarded expression. “Okay. You’ve been nothing but nice, so I guess I should listen. Talk then. What is so important that it couldn’t wait until after?”
Breathing in deeply, I realize, this is the moment. She either accepts me or… No. I have to make her accept me because I don’t want to think about the alternative. I don’t want her to hate me or be afraid of me. Heart beating so violently I can feel it in my throat, I tell her the one sentence I’ve been practicing for days now. “I am an alien.”
Fin scoffs. “Yeah, very funny. Look, I’m not in the mood for—”
“No, Fin.” Moving closer, I capture her eyes with my own, willing her to believe me. “It is not joke. I am born another planet. Spaceship crashed. I fall of sky. You find I.”
Mutely, Fin shakes her head. Releasing the loud cling-strips holding the wing slits of my shirt together, I pull it over my head before turning. “Touch,” I urge. “My wings is real. I am not human.”
Shivers crawl up my spine as I feel her tentative touch at the base of my wings. It’s a particularly sensitive place I wouldn’t let just anyone touch, but Fin is different. Everything about her is different. Plus, she needs to finally accept that my wings aren’t fake.
“That’s…” she trails off. Her fingers poke harder at my skin, trying to find a seam, I assume. I move my wings out before folding them back behind my back, knowing she will feel the movement of my muscles beneath my skin. “That’s impossible.”
“Not impossible.” I can’t even imagine what a shock it must be for her, especially with her deep-rooted belief that aliens aren’t real. “I am real. I am an alien.”
“Oh my god,” she whispers, the sharp intake of breath letting me know she’s finally accepting the truth. I turn back to face her just in time to see her jaw drop and her eyes widen as she takes me in, rebuilding my image in her mind with this new information.
Then she starts screaming.
Chapter 17
Omni
PanicfloodsmeasFin starts screaming. Fuck! I shouldn’t have told her. Why did I even tell her? This is exactly why the Non-Interference Directive is in place, to protect people like Fin from the harsh truth before they’re ready as a species. Cursed winds! I’m such an idiot.
What do I do now?
“Fin. Fin! Please,” I beg desperately. “You are safe. I not hurt you. It okay. I leave if you fear I… Me… Fuck.” Yeah, I learned that word early on. It comes handy, especially when I fuck up like this.
Fin is now staring at me like I’m a stranger, her mouth still wide open. Seeing her suck in a deep breath, likely to start screaming again, I raise my hands in a universally recognized gesture of surrender. “Fin, please.” Now I’m truly terrified she will call the authorities. Every torture scene from every human movie with aliens I have ever seen flashes before my eyes and I shudder. I need to get out of here.
“You’re an alien,” she finally says. Her voice is off and I can’t tell if she’s repulsed, terrified or just in shock, but at least she’s not screaming anymore. “You’re a fucking alien. You’ve been an alien this whole time.”
“Um. Yes?”
She covers her mouth with her hands, her eyes growing even wider. “Oh my god. Caleb was right.Calebwas fucking right! Fuck, he will never let us live this down. You’re an alien. Oh, god, I kissed an alien!”
And what a kiss it was! I’d jump right back into it but the mood is somewhat ruined now. “Yes. Do not fear. It is safe. No disease,” I say in case she’s worried she’ll catch some alien flu from kissing me.
“No dis— What? That’s good to know. Fuck! There’s an alien in my apartment.” I wince as she makes another high-pitched scream, but before I can start calming her down again, she adds, “That is so fucking cool!”
“Eh?” Flabbergasted, I watch as she claps her hands, her mouth stretching into the widest grin I’ve ever seen on her. As my brain recalibrates to her surprising reaction, I realize she wasn’t screaming but rather…squealing? Wait, is she actuallyexcitedto learn that I’m an alien? “I thought you not like aliens.”
“The fake ones, like all that crap my parents believe in. Pleiadians, Arcturians, Reptilians, that kind of shit. And that crap they spew on TV, like how aliens built the pyramids andthat anal probe guy but you’re real and… Wait, are those real as well?”
I shouldn’t give her too much information but I’m so relieved she isn’t frightened or angry at me that I would reveal every single secret of the universe if she asked. “I do not know the names but the ‘anal probe guy’ said true.”
“What?! Jesus fucking Christ, I need a drink for this.”
Pouring amber liquid into two glasses, Fin offers one to me. A cautious sniff reveals it’s something heavily fermented, probably a hard liquor. Since Fin is drinking it and my metabolism is more resistant to alcohol than a human’s, a fact that was thoroughly tested back on the ship with my human crew mates, I knock the glass back. Groaning at the pleasant burn, I grunt, “Good,” then put the glass down, noticing Fin is just sipping from hers.
