Dont abduct me I'm Welsh!

Seven days in the sun.













Dawn had broken, and the Rhi’Arran and his little human had watched the large orange sun paint the sky pink, blue, and mauve. But even Valdagerion was now feeling weary, yet a strange unknown elation filled him as they walked through the thinning crowd of the Gathering with the young human tucked under his arm, the early morning air brisk about them. Both of their voices were horse from talking. He would have been hard pressed to say exactly what they had talked about for the past few hours, for it was everything or so it seemed; from their childhoods, religion, of the places that they had seen, and their differing cultures and the complexities of living. Mary surprising him with her open and inclusive view of spirituality, far different from the oppressive and superstitious religions he had known from years past in the Lands of Man. He found himself impressed by Mary’s intelligence, and knowledge of science; it made the elf wonder if he had understated humans.



Just before they reached the atrium of the building someone was standing in the passageway, apparently waiting for him.



“I can’t believe that you did not tell me!”



The Rhi’Arran took this accusation stoically, as a dark haired elf stormed towards him waving their hands about in an eloquent display of annoyance, something griped in their hands.



It was Darrah, his jet black hair was unmistakable amongst his fair race. He was one of the consultants that Valdagerion often dealt with, as well as a close personal friend. Darrah was the leading expert on the Lower dragon constellation; this included the planet holding the Lands of Man. Darrah pointed angrily to the small unfamiliar device in his hand, Valdagerion recognised it to be one of Mary’s articles that had been forgotten on the ship.



“I should have known that something strange was going on the moment you took those translators!”



“Not here Darrah.” Valdagerion warned softly, and looking about to make sure that they were alone.



“You never showed any interest in the human languages, beyond the necessary before. I can’t believe that you brought something back from Man’s land and never told me, and you did not tell me!” Darrah hissed.



“Darrah, if you continue to I will throttle you right here!” Valdagerion said with perfect seriousness. “And you will not speak for a week hence!”



“You know how much this means to me!” The dark haired elf said, suddenly defeated. “If Rillian had not handed this over to me I would have never worked out what you brought back with you. Did you ever intend to tell me?”



The Rhi’Arran had no satisfactory answer that he could give to his friend. “It’s not what I have brought back with me, it’s who. Her name is Mary.”



“Mary.” Darrah repeated before he was struck speechless for a moment at the implications of Valdagerion’s statement, suddenly noticing the small human female standing besides the Rhi’Arran. “Is this her?”



Valdagerion gently guided the young woman forward, as Darrah continued to goggle at her. Mary looked up at the new elf, and managed a fairly pretty greeting in Quetta that seemed to strike the dark haired elf quite dumb for a moment, and he only just managed to stutter a greeting in return. The girl raised her brows, in a perfect parody of the Rhi’Arron. Apparently she thought that Darrah was a bit of an idiot.



Mary then turned to Valdagerion and asking out loud in her own language, as well as along their mental pathway, why this new elf had black hair.



“What did she just say to you?” Darrah frowned.



“She wants to know why your hair is so dark, when all the other elf’s she has seen have had fair hair.”



Darrah’s eyes widened even more, if that was possible. “Observant isn’t she?” Valdagerion laughed at him.



Darrah then replied to her in one of the human languages he knew, trying to explain that his dark hair was the result of an human ancestor far back in the past. Mary only looked confused, but then light seemed to dawn on her and she responded. “Parlez vous anglais?”



“Oi. I mean yes”” Darrah said, his eyes lighting. What followed was a rush of animated if not eloquent conversation that Valdagerion understood absolutely nothing of. Every so often Darrah would turn and try to quickly explain. “I tried talking to her in French, it was the language of their educated classes. It seems that Mary knows a little, but she actuly speaks English.”



“English.”



“She says that now English is the language of commerce, it’s fascinating! Oh and its world wide, pretty well! It looks like I will need to rewrite the information I have on languages!”





Valdagerion decided that this was perhaps not quite the place for this conversation, which was looking to become considerably more involved. He invited Darrah back with them, knowing that there was no way that he was going to get rid of his friend yet. Not when it was the first time in century’s that he had been afforded the chance to speak with a real live human from Man’s land. Besides Mary seemed to be enjoying herself, and Valdagerion has his own questions that he wanted to put to the human expert.









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Mary despite her exhaustion found herself brimming with laughter. Darrah was sitting next to her on Val’s settles, firing questions at her like some kind of stupidly hansom overgrown kid, his almost violet blue eyes, vivid, and almost round with excitement. Half the questions he asked she never actually finished answering before he thought of another. He seemed determined to know literally everything!



She glanced up at Val, who was standing watching them, leaning against a pillar indolently. But Mary was not fooled by his cool mask, reading the veiled jealousy in his eyes. Touching his mind, confirmed her suspicions. {Come and join us.}



{I am happy just listening.}



{Well stop looking like you are considering throwing him out through the window Val!}



His reply was petulant. {I’m not!}



{You’re the one who invited him, remember? And isn’t he supposed to be your friend?}



{I was thinking that perhaps he was wearying you.}



{You’re a poor liar Val.} Mary chided. She felt his momentary perturbation at her ability to see right through him. {Besides you have no reason to feel jealous.}



{Is that so?} Across the room, their eyes met and held. It was electric. And she was thoroughly diverted by the subtle smile that curved the edge of his lips.





Darrah brought her mind back down from space. “I was wondering if you could tell me what this is?”





“That’s my phone.” Mary squealed as Darrah, Val’s dark haired friend passed it to her. “Where did you…Oh never mind. Thank you.” She flipped her mobile open, and switched it on. No messages. Quite unsurprisingly she was out of signal, yet she still felt oddly disappointed. I wonder how everybody is? I bet they are so worried about me.



Darrah asked his question again, prompting her from her own melancholy thoughts.



“Oh, it’s a mobile phone.”



The dark haired elf tripped over the unfamiliar word, as he parroted it before looking at her enquiringly. Mary sighed, she knew it was going to take some time to explain exactly what it was, and what it was for. She heard Val chuckling, as he ungallantly abandoned her to try to explain to the curious elf.











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Val was talking to his friend by the door. Mary had wondered through to the bedroom, bone tired she slowly lay herself down with a long sigh. Closing her eyes she sought sleep, but conversely she was simply too tired. She rolled on to her side, and listened vaguely to Val and Darrah’s voices in the other room. She couldn’t understand what was being said, nor did she really try to. For some reason taking to Darrah about her home had made her feel depressed. Looking about the unfamiliar room only increased her sense of home sickness.



What was it, four days now? Everyone had to be really worried about her. But what if they weren’t, what if no one had even noticed that she had gone. It was a lowering thought.



She reached for her phone on the bedside table, switching in on. Her own smiling face, and Will’s besides her lit up the screen. How long ago it seemed since that wild and stormy night. Another life. Idly she scrolled through her last text messages, benign things.



Joise; U ok chick? Need to meet up sn.



Will; Be home at 8 x.



Kate; Can u pick me up a sandwich as well while ur out. Chicken. Pay u bk!



Joe; Ru and Will out 2 nite?





Mary then scrolled through her photos. Nights out, her family, her horses, and her pets. Little moments of her life, like gems in her hand. Before she knew it her eyes stung with tears.





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Valdagerion strolled in to the room, only to hesitate on the thresh hold upon hearing a soft sound that Mary was trying to muffle in the pillow, like a whimper. It suddenly filled him with distress. Unsure what to do, and unable to account for his precious human’s obvious anguish, he stood in the doorway for a little while, watching as the girl’s back shook.



At last he tentatively approached.



“What’s wrong?” He asked softly stroking her head. “Mary.” He urged her to turn over to face him. Her cerulean eyes swimming in fluid, drops that sparkled and fell down her cheeks in rivulets. He had heard of such things, but Elf’s rarely cried, if ever. So he had never seen it himself. The blond elf reached out a hand and stroked one of the rivulets away with his thumb. “Tears. What for?”



“I want to go home.” Mary sobbed piteously, like a frightened child.



“You will.” He soothed, his heart sinking unexplainably.



“But isn’t it going to be difficult?”



“Let me worry about it. I promised you fourteen days did I not?” He said, and he meant it when he saw the trust in her eyes. “Until then, I’m going to take you in to the country, Away from here and evryone. Just you and me. You will enjoy that.” Slowly he lent forward kissing her eyes, before her lips, the taste of salt upon them. “Sleep now.”



The elf lay down, pulling the girl against his body. Burying his face in her soft hair, as she slowly relaxed against him, falling asleep. Valdagerion was left with a condrum. He wanted to possess the girl. Logically she was his now. He could simply keep her, he was confident in his ability to win her around eventually. The rub was that he could not bring himself to employ his usual efficient ruthlessness against the little human. Instead he had found that he was incapable of denying the girl anything within his power to give, even if it meant that he would ultimately lose her. It was a very odd feeling, Valdagerion as one of the foremost warriors from the most powerful family had been a catch on the mating scene from the day of his maturity. It had never occurred to him that his suit might not be acceptable to any female, least of all a human of no particular importance. But Mary was not on the catch for him, she liked him, and was attracted to him certainly, but he could not be certain that if he asked her to stay with him that she would even consider it as an option. Besides he had given her his word, and even though by law a promise to a human was meaningless, he could not live with himself if he broke it. Still, he was heartened by one thing. He had fourteen days with her, fourteen days to change the girl’s mind. Valdagerion had a plan.









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It was a soft hissing noise that woke Mary. Blearily she looked about the room bathed in the late morning sun wondering what it was, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she rolled back over with the intention of going back to sleep. She was still feeling horribly hung over from the night before – what ever that drink had been it was strong. She had woken only to need to be violently ill. Val had given her that - you’re a fragile human – look, threatening to call Peran before she had said caustically that, ‘It’s only a hangover, I have had them before, and doubtless I will have them again.’ Val’s rejoinder to this had been that he would never allow her to become ill like that again. He really was insufferably arrogant sometimes.



Mary closed her eyes she felt awful. But at least managing her headache she was avoiding thinking about what had happened at the Gathering. As long as her head hurt she did not have to deal with remembering the feel of voyeuristic eyes upon her naked body as Val played upon her body like a maestro on a Stradivarius. Her emotions were ranging from severe mortification, to the guilty and furtive pleasure it had afforded her to be so admired. (Well who wouldn’t be, flattered by all that attention – even if she was being screwed silly at the time?)



“Don’t throw up, Don’t throw up, Don’t throw up.” She moaned as another wave of nausea passed - that was another thing she did not have to examine, that funny sick feeling she got when Val left her on her own. How scared she was the whole time, alone on this strange world. No nothing anesthetised feelings quite like a really bad hangover.



First thing Val had brought her a bowl of water. It was cool, clear, and perhaps the best thing in the whole world; with some luck she might actually keep it down this time. There were perhaps only a handful of times when she had felt worse after a night on the bolly.





“I will love you forever for that.” Mary has said, finishing off the water.



Valdagerion smiled – he really was hansom, those pristine blue eyes, those whiter then white teeth, and his proud, sensual mouth, the dimple on his one cheek - he looked like he had wanted to say something, but then he left to finish washing.



Something jumped up on to the bed, half asleep Mary at first supposed it was her family cat. But as it advanced up the covers Mary remembered that she wasn’t at home, nor was she even on earth. Slowly she turned over. A vivid green head rose up on a sinuous neck from the tangled folds of the cover, and two golden reptilian eyes regarded her steadily. Mary froze. It’s a snake! - Was her first panicked thought. The animal made another stalking step towards her. Mary relaxed a little; it was some kind of lizard, about the same sort of size as a large cat, with a slinky body like that of a mink.



“Where did you come from huh?” She said, as it looked her over, turning its head this way and that. “From out there I guess.”



Moving closer it stalked, not like a lizard, but more like a feline. It seemed to decide that she was not worth its attention, and it began to investigate the sheets, sniffing them with interest.



“Go on shoo!” Mary said, flapping her hands, not really wanting whatever it was on the bed anymore, who knows where it was from.



It hopped magpie like away from her to the edge of the bed, fanning out its blue- silver wings before looking back at her reproachfully. The young woman sat up to get a better look. “Well I’ll be dammed, a dragon!”



It was at this moment that Val entered the room. “Oh, Kyi got in.” The little lizard dragon hearing the elf’s voice made purring chirrup, much like an owl call. It hopped, ferret like over the bed towards him, chirping as it did. The dragon bounded up in to his arms, pawing at him excitedly, rubbing its face against his. Val put up with this for a second, before he made a sharp hissing sound coward the creature back. The elf stroked it’s back in apology, then let it arrange itself about his shoulders.



“What is it?” the elf asked.



“You have a dragon around your shoulders and your asking me what?”



Val glanced at the living scarf about his neck. “Oh Kyi ! It’s a hunting drake, we use them much as you use a falcon to hunt with. You have never seen one before?”



“No, of course I haven’t!”



“But I have seen human pictures and heard stories with them in.”



“Yeah, as a mythical beast; as in not real!”



“As in elf’s are not supposed to be real.” The elf shrugged, petting the green head, before chuckling and looking up at the young woman with a leisurely smile and twinkling of unholy amusement transforming his stoic face. “Well it seems that you were wrong.”



“Undoubtedly.” Mary agreed, and let Val guide her hand to pet the dragon’s head. It was warm, and its scales silky.



“Darrah told me once that it was our greatest trumph.” Val said after a minuet.



“What is?”



“Convincing you - human’s from man’s land – that is, that we weren’t real; just stories and nothing more.”













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Ahrn was truly a blue planet. Mary had discovered from Val and Darrah that Ahrn was larger then earth, and that most of their planet was taken up by vast ocean, scattered with archipelagos of islands, thousands of them. So when Val had said taking her to the country, what he had actually meant was his family’s island where they had a summer house, and they had a whole beach practically to themselves.



Mary had all but gasped, when the island had come in to sight, as Val steered the racy craft over the calm ocean. White cliffs suddenly reared up from the azure sea, and perched above them was a complex of walled buildings with verdegris domes, lush forest behind it.



Inside the complex was more impressive. It was a vast plaice, made up of mostly circular rooms, with mosaic floors, and white washed stone walls, or beautiful fabric instead of wall paper. The rooms were cool, a blessing from the humid atmosphere. The elf’s it seemed knew all about comfort, but of all the buildings, Mary liked this one the best, its almost rustic charm seemed more homely. There were courtyards, some held fountains, or pools for swimming in, some gardens, or tables, but her favourites overlooked the sea.



It was on one of the courtyards that looked over the sea that Val and she would take their evening meals, taking their time and talking as the sunset. Mary had learned not to ask what half the dishes were, for invariably the delicacies that she found most delicious were some kind of ugly ass bug, or part of an animal that should never end up on a plate. It was a pity, as Val liked to inform her about his world. But since finding out that her hither to favourite snack – she assumed it was a pickle – was actually the guts of a creature a bit like a newt she had told him to shut up when ever he began to tell her what anything was.



“But human’s are omnivores.” Vald had pointed out, when Mary had spurned some dish involving larva.



“Not that omnivore!”



“That makes no sense.”



“Neither does eating guts, or bugs!”



“But they are most nutritious.” He had tried to coax her, but Mary had remained adamant. Val would just shake his head over the inconsistencies that made up human behaviour.



Mary would have supposed that she would have got bored of Val’s constant company. But boring was not a word she could have ever applied to him. He had left her lingering over a light fruit breakfast – supper (Mary still was not used to the split day, and siesta mid day) with a promise of a great treat. He was being very secretive about it, and Mary wondered just what the Elf had in mind.



At last she skipped down the steps to the back entrance, where Val had said he would be waiting for her. Mary was utterly enchanted, and flabbergasted as Val lead round two beautiful very tall snowy white horses, each with silky long manes and tales, cloven feet, red –chestnut markings up their slender legs and roan heads, but what was most striking were the spiralling horns.



This has to be a joke right? Mary thought. She snapped her gaping mouth shut, and shrugged to herself, she had spent the last few days surrounded by elf’s and had played chase the string with a dragon – abid a small one, why not unicorns as well?



Val smiled at her expression. “You like them? You told me that you loved riding. I thought that we could go hunting. Kyi needs to do something else he will get fat and lazy. ”



“I have never seen a horse like it.” Mary said, coming to pet their velvety muzzles. “I mean a Unicorn, wow! I always thought that they were just a myth. Back home they are just a myth.”



“All our horses look like this. We call this particular breed Sahnara – it means born to dance.” The elf explained. “This is Tir, and you are riding Bravura. She is my sister’s mare.”



“She’s lovely.” Mary said, as she stroked the unicorn’s arched neck. Val legged her up on to the spirited mare, and it was not long before she realised why they are called the breed that was born to dance. The mare had a springing dancing gait. It was like riding a high school dressage horse. Mary sat very still aware that the slightest move caused the mare to respond. Including a piaf, and such big tempi changes that Mary was sure that the unicorn was actually skipping.



They cantered through the forest, along winding trails. Mary the lighter rider managing to get ahead of the elf, she laughed as he let out a small surprised shout. Grinning he chased after her, “Fleet like the heart!”



As they rounded the brow of a hill, she drew rain and Val was right behind her. His little dragon was clinging on about his neck, it let out a piteous caw, apparently feeling hard used. “I think Kyi is protesting.”



“I think his master does not like being beaten.”



Val laughed again, “I own it is a novel experience.”



They followed the hill along for a little while. Sea birds rode the winds on the open land. The Dragon made a low purring. Val plucked it from his shoulders and threw it up all but threw it up in to the air.



“Go on then Kyi. Away with you. Use those wings of yours!”



The dragon cawed again, performing a little loop above their heads, before taking off to the heavens, a little green and blue arrow.



“Now what?” Mary asked.



“Now we follow him.” Val said simply, watching his eyes narrowed as the Dragon made straight for the birds.



He took off at a canter, galloping along the grassland between the forest and the cliff face. Mary had to admit her heart was souring with that little dragon, watching him twist and turn chasing the sea birds hither and titter. They suddenly dived, going out of sight, below the cliff’s but Val it appeared was not perturbed by this.



They thundered towards the cliff edge, the sea coming in to view. Mary drew her mare up, and watched with astonishment as Val urged his mount down the lose rock face. Mary had seen nature documentaries with goats clambering up and down shear cliff faces. But these unicorns were the size of a large horse surely….no Val really was letting the unicorn twist, turn and side down the cliff face. It became apparent why the saddles were so secure.



“Afraid?” He called back to her.



“Petrified!” She retorted.



“Just let her have her, head, she will get you down safely!”



“Ok.” Mary murmured. Timidly she nudged the mare on. “Val.” She sighed. “You had better be right.”



It was with superhuman effort that Mary did not close her eyes. She griped the front and back of the saddle in a death grip as the mare’s neck stretched out in front of her. She could feel the nimble power of the animal, jumping, twisting, landing. All four feat working to keep its stability, its joints more flexible than any horse. All the same she was going face first down a fifty foot cliff face. It was terrifying and Mary’s legs were shaking with more then just effort by the time she had reached the bottom, and safely on to the sandy beach.



“That was a very timid decent.” Val commented.



Mary shot him a darkling look, unable to speak just yet.







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Kyi had made his kill, and was now busy worrying it on the sand. Valdagerion trotted away, to retrieve it, swapping the bird for a smaller treat which the dragon wolfed down, and placing the prise in a small bag.



“Supper.” Val smiled up at Mary. “Come on. I have somewhere I want to show you.”



“Another surprise?”



“Something like that. It was one of my favourite places to come as a child.”



They followed the beach until it came to a cove, surrounding a lagoon. Dismounting Val tethered their mounts where there was plenty of undergrowth for them to browse after letting them drink from a small freshwater steam.



“Val, this place. It’s lovely.” Mary said, looking about. The sands were almost white, and the lagoon, a deep blue green. “It’s like…..paradise.”



“I thought that you might like it.” He smiled. “Come on let’s swim.”



“Is it safe?” Mary asked dubiously.



“Your safe with me.”



He striped off, knowing that Mary was watching before running in to the lagoon, totally at home in the water. “Hey there Merman, you could have waited!” Mary called, struggling with her soft boots.



“Merman!” He laughed. “I’m an elf remember. But there are mermen as such.”



“Really?”



“Yes. But don’t get to exited they are in another galaxy.”



“Oh.” Mary sighed, disappointed.



The sun was setting, making the sea appear to be burning. Mary waded in to the water, her self-conscious posture warmed his heart. They were totally alone, and yet she was trying to maintain her modesty, as if he hadn’t seen it before, and what a lovely sight, a beautiful young maiden, with gold curls, and soft curves. “It’s weird swimming with no clothes.” Mary admitted.



“What’s so strange about it?” Valdagerion asked, before he let his voice drop an octave. “We are quite alone Mary.”She blushed. They had made love that morning, yet she was blushing. “Afraid of what the fish might see?”



“More like afraid of what they might bite.”



He laughed. “The only thing that might bite is me. And as you know I never bite that hard.”



They swum about each other, circling. She was a natural flirt, never quite letting him come close enough to catch hold of her, only managing to graze her skin with the tips of his fingers.



Still Valdagerion was faster, and at last he caught hold of the girl, pulling her against him with a low noise of male contentment. Her soft flesh pressed intimately against him. Her blue, blue eyes that seemed to pierce into her very soul. Valdageron leaned down and kissed Mary, a long, sweet, lingering kiss, his tongue tracing gentle circles in Mary\'s mouth, then exploring deeper. He relished in her response as she returned the kiss. Her hand began stroking his now fully erect desire, and he could not help the moan that vibrated in his chest. He left a trail of gentle kisses along her neck as he lifted the girl up.



He walked her back to where the waves were gently lapping against a rocky outcrop. Mary lent back against it, as he took hold of her legs, pulling her hips to meet his. Slowly he guided himself in to her. Using the push and pull of the tide he thrust in to her, Mary throwing her head back with a soft cry.



He noticed her wincing very so often. “What’s wrong my love?” He asked.



“It’s just the rocks.” She complained.



“Perhaps I’m worth a few bruises.” He joked.



Mary pushed him off, to his disappointment. Only to kiss him furiously again. Pulling his arm so he swapped with her. “No. But I am.”



She rode him, as she had ridden him that first night. Closely pressed together, he raped his arms about her slim torso, feeling the way her skin and muscle moved, a promise of the gyrations that followed down below, her whole body undulating like the water around them.



“Are you sure your not a sea nymph?” He murmured.



It was a languid love making, the water desensitising them even as it added a new kink that the elf appreciated. He touched her wherever his hands could reach. Her hands had been at his shoulders but now they ran down, circling his sensitive nipples. And his end was fast approaching, the girl had a talent, a way of griping him just so…..



The pleasure was agonising. More so when the girl reached her completion with a soft moan that never failed to send an involuntary shiver of delight right to his core. His seed was spilt inside her, a hot rush that left him momentarily week, and they drifted in the oceans embrace for a little while.





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The sun had said its farewell, and the stars were a vast canopy above them. Val and Mary were laying on their backs, letting the sea bare them up. Their hair floating like kelp about their heads.



There were so many stars. She had never seen so many. Mary wondered which constellation, if any of them was her home.



“A shooting star.” Val said, pointing to the streak of light.



“On my world, you get to make a wish if you see a shooting star.”



“Then we should both make a wish.” He said, looking over at her. Mary nodded, turning her attention back to the vast sea of stars.



“What have you wished for?” The elf asked after a moment.



“You can’t tell anyone your wish, else it wont come true.” Mary explained hastily.



Val’s voice was soft. “I think mine already did.”



He took her hand. And they drifted in the endless ocean for a little while longer. That night they ate the birds that they had caught cooking over a camp fire, and slept under the stars on the soft sand. But paradise can not last forever.







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Valdagerion looked over the missive again, watching the golden writing scroll across the jet surface of the communicator on his wrist. In the artificial darkness of his room the light danced across his face.



Beloved son,



After last night it seems that I can go no where and not hear about you, and your new human slave. Despite my own initial opinions when I heard of you using a slave for such a use, it seems that you have been vindicated in your singular choice of using a human slave for your first demonstration at a Gathering. You are to be congratulated my son, both Ril’ Aurilli, and Ril’ Heyer amongst others have expressed their interest in you as a potential match. They would both be good matches, politically. Your sister informed me that you have decided to hunting for the next span of days, the timing is perhaps not opportune, but males I suppose must have their sport, and we will discuss this further when you return.



Your honoured Mother.





The word’s faded away, their light leaving him temporarily blind in the deep darkness of his bedchamber, the heavy drapes, keeping out the afternoon sun. He sighed, rolling on to his back, rubbing at his chin. It was an outcome he had not expected, let alone desired. “Dam her.” He murmured.



Rolling over, he pressed himself up against the sleeping human, throwing an arm about her, burying his face in to her soft curls. He breathed her sent in deep, spices and nut oil of one of his soaps as well as the musk of their earlier joinings. Rhi’Arran he might be, but his occupation was one of the darker occupations of his kind, something that even his mother seemed to forget. He was a hunter, chasing down the renegades of his kind, those who had lived to long and forgotten they even had souls, judge, jury and as was to often called for executioner. Killing one’s own kind was not the most heartening of occupations, seeing all too often the tragic fate of his own race willing to do anything to live longer…. a fate even his own father had succumbed to eventually. A fate that he to might share, one day.



But this girl, when he was with her he felt curiously light. Not so alone. Now his eyes keen eyes had once more adjusted to the gloom, he could pick out the golden highlights in Mary’s hair. It was somewhat of an obsession for him, and he had to admit that the first time that he had seen it for the first time in his life, he had the strong desire to touch another. This little human chit, so young, and vivid – had stumbled in to his life, and woken something in him – a desire, a hunger for touch, taste, for feelings.



Last night, when they had returned from their hunting trip, they had spoken until dawn. And as she had drifted off in his arms, a little routine that had become scaired to him. The message was a stark reminder of his future.