Page 6 of Claimed By her Alien Prince

He pulled a phone from a black case he had stored in the middle console up front.

"Now," he barked at whoever was on the other end.

A woman raced by our car chased by one of those gray shadow things, that I now realized looked frighteningly like a… gargoyle?

"Milo!" I screamed. "What is happening?"

"Miss Lilith, I need you to stay calm. We are perfectly safe in this car, do you understand?" He turned to face me, his black eyes beseeching me to do as he said.

From the same box where he had retrieved the phone, he pulled out a gun and handed it to me.

"You know how to use this, right?"

I took a deep breath and the .45 mm he handed me. Yes, I knew how to use guns. As a matter of fact, I was an excellent marksman. I had trained on all sorts of guns, from handguns to machine guns; I even shot a bazooka once. I could also fight with swords, throw knives accurately, and had extensive training in martial arts.

All this at the insistence of my parents, who had always feared I might get kidnapped because of their wealth. I fought them on it at first, but after a while I began to enjoy myself. It was so different from reading books, my favorite pastime.

The martial arts training had required close contact with other people, and besides school, became the only place I ever interacted with others. I even made friends of a sort with a couple of girls. For once I had clicked with others, and we even exchanged phone numbers. But after they were whisked away to other parts of the world, we mostly lost contact.

Milo pulled out another gun. "The chopper should be here soon. Until then, we will stay inside this car, okay?"

"Why did the car stop working?" I asked, as my eyes followed a cop shooting at a gargoyle. My mind was simply shutting down, only able to focus on one thing at a time.

The shots the cop fired sounded like subdued firecrackers inside the car.

"EMP I imagine." Milo said darkly.

"EMP? Are we under attack?" I knew an EMP was an electromagnetic pulse that destroyed, well, everything electrical. Cars, phones, TV and…

"But a chopper won't work either?" I argued.

"Ours will," Milo promised.

It was still dark outside, whatever had moved over New York was still there, blocking the light from the sun.

A pulsing light hit the car two rows down on the other side, and it exploded with so much force, it took out the entire storefront at its left.

"Come on, kiddo, time to go," Milo barked in an authoritative voice I had never heard before.

He spoke into his lapel as he opened his door, "Now damn it."

I screamed as a gargoyle slammed into him, ramming him aside. Milo never had a chance, his head hit the car's hood and he was rendered unconscious immediately.

I screamed and the gargoyle's red eyes turned to me. They looked so much like the eyes of the stranger in my nightmares, I screamed again before I slammed my hand in front of my mouth, realizing I was still holding the gun.

In slow motion, the gargoyle turned fully to me; long arms began to move to the door, came inside. Arms that ended in hands with long, black claws.

Shoot it, a voice deep inside me urged.

I leveled the gun, I had already checked the clip and took the safety off when Milo handed it to me. The recoil was hard, but I was prepared for it. The bang, however, even in the spacious room inside the town car, was deafening.

Black blood appeared on the gargoyle's center mass, and it was flung back. I realigned the gun and pulled the trigger again.

The creature hit the ground and didn't get back up.

Gathering my courage, I removed my impractical high stilettos and climbed over the seats to the open door. As the ringing in my ears abated, screams of pain, terror, and panic replaced it, as well as multiple gunshots coming from all directions. New York had turned into a warzone.

Careful not to step into the seeping black blood or on the gray gargoyle on the ground, I moved one foot out of the car, holding on to the door and the gun.

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