“I'm still afraid,” Alisa said. “How do I know I'm not going crazy?”
“There will be signs,” her mother said with a wink. “But you may always wonder. That's probably normal.”
Alisa shook her head. Blane entered the tent, and suddenly the look he fixed upon her nearly brought her to tears. She believed it, deep within herself. Blane was the man she had loved, beyond time and space. And they had found each other again, despite her immense efforts to avoid that.
“They ambush you,” Alisa whispered urgently. “They take away everybody you love and you die. Don't ask me how I know. But I was in the future. I just feel it. We have to get out of here, now, and take everyone. We have to get somewhere safe.”
“What are you talking about?” Blane asked, suddenly pale.
“Lord Todd, he isn't just a pain in the ass. He's powerful. And I already tried telling you, those men, at least one of your men works for him. We have to smoke him out and save your clan. That's got to be why I came back.”
Her mother gazed at her proudly.
“You never fail to surprise me. I'll be waiting here with your true love.”
And with that, her mother left the tent and disappeared with the sound of galloping horses.
7.
“There's no way this is true,” Alisa whispered to herself when she sat up in bed. She stood shakily, still able to taste the sticky cherry flavored mixture her mother had forced her to drink. Water never sounded so good. It would wash the taste out of her mouth. Maybe it would wash out her crazy too.
When she felt a little more refreshed, after a long shower and some breakfast, she called her brother Simon, who she was closest to, both in age and geographically.
“Hey sis,” he said. She could tell he was smiling on the other line. “Been a long time.”
“Can you tell me if I'm crazy?” she asked, examining her reflection in the mirror.
“Certainly. But I have the feeling we shouldn't discuss this over the phone. Can you come by today?”
“Sure, Simon. No problem. We'll talk soon.”
“Great, bye!”
She hung up, feeling considerably more nervous than she had to begin with. She hurriedly got ready to leave and sped off toward Simon's house. He lived an hour away, so it was quite a trek, but she was willing to make it to discover the truth. Carl had left for work so he wouldn't be asking her what she was doing, not that he'd had much interest in her life lately.
She turned up the radio and began singing to herself, her mind swimming with images of Blane. His handsome body, rippling with muscles brought her heart rate up, and she closed her eyes for a moment to calm herself. She looked back at the road and cursed, realizing that she had missed her exit. She sped up to the next and did her best to turn around in a suburban area that she had never been in before.
Suddenly, there was Carl's car. There was no mistaking his bumper stickers, trying to make accounting fun. He was parked in the driveway of a small bungalow. She peered closely at it and could make out his form, kissing another woman passionately. Angry tears sprung from her eyes and she groaned, speeding away and heading to her brother's house.
“We all told you he was no good for you,” Simon said matter-of-factly when he opened the door and saw her in tears. “Mom always knows what's best.”
“That's actually why I'm here,” she said, sighing.
“She told me you'd be coming. Before you say anything else, here. Drink this.”
Simon disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared holding a small vial. The look on his face took her aback. It was as if he were saying, “Yes, it's exactly what you're afraid to believe it is.”
She took the vial and examined it.
“Where did you get this?” she whispered.
“Mom made it. When you got stuck here and told us all to make sure you didn't go back for Blane. None of us understood why until...well. We just thought you missed him too much and felt guilty or something. But it was more than that, you wanted to save everybody. It makes a lot more sense now. The potions have kept you from merging your selves under one primary consciousness. I mean, you shouldn't be too surprised. Mom is a highlander married lowlander so we're kind of a mix. You knew that though.”
“Slow down Simon...”
“Right. Sorry. Drink it and you'll see for yourself. You won't give a crap what happens to the California you when you're back with Blane though,” he said with an annoying, brotherly smile.
“I can't believe this is really happening,” Alisa sighed. She brought the vial to her full lips and drank deeply. Soon, the world was spinning and she felt like she was being torn in half. It didn't hurt, but it was strange enough to make her groan.
Suddenly, there was Blane.
“We've rounded up the clan, lass. We're moving camp.”
“They come from the north,” she said, taking his strong hand in hers. “We have to hurry.”
Blane paused and took a double take at Alisa. Her eyes were hard and serious, no trace left of the confused California girl who had been in and out of his life for the past week. He nearly wept when she leapt into his arms, allowing him to squeeze her and spin her around the room joyously. She was fully present, not just on autopilot as she had been before, when she went back into the future to visit her life with Carl.
“Let us go then,” he said, running forward.
“The best hope we have is to find an ally,” she said. “To the east. Your brother lives there. I think they would help us. We would outnumber Todd's men by at least 80. They'll know better than to bother us again.”
“Right,” he said, holding her hands in his.
“Any word on the spy?” she asked.
“I gave him a chance to turn himself in. We figured it out by learning who disappeared in the night. He had false information, Todd will be heading East.”
He mounted a steed and hollered for everybody to follow him. The clan moved swiftly on foot, able to cover a lot of ground in a single day. They made camp, leaving several men to keep watch over the clan as they migrated.
Blane made camp a little away from the rest of the clan, inviting Alisa to join him. He planned to stay awake for the whole of the night and wanted her to keep him company, but they hadn't been fully together in so long that he wanted some time alone with her. The rest of the clansmen understood and gave them their space.
“Where have you been?” he asked in a hushed whisper, once they were finally alone.
“The future,” she murmured. “I live a completely different life. The world of the Highlanders is where I originated, but my family, as you probably know, can bring any point in time to our awareness. I live here, but leapt into a new time altogether to protect you. We exist in all places and times at once. I mean, we all kind of do. We tap into them, but in the future, I couldn't find you there. My family protected me from you because it would be too risky and I made them promise.”
“I've missed you so much,” he said, tears brimming in his eyes.
She told him everything about her life, and the lore that her mother had told her about, and the actual experience she'd had when Lord Todd confronted her before the wedding, and showed up in the bushes as they were about to perform the ceremony. He listened intently, holding her hand tightly. When she was done, he pulled her close to himself, kissing her passionately.
She'd been waiting for longer than she knew, and melted under his skilled fingers as they roamed her body.
“Blane...” she moaned as his hot mouth kissed the sensitive flesh around her neck and down to her breasts, where he fingered the brass buckle over them and pulled the cloth down, exposing one and taking her pink nipple into his mouth. He groaned appreciatively and she could feel his urgent longing, pressed hard and growing against her thighs.
She slipped her hand up his leg, allowing herself to take the fullness of him in her hands. He shuddered in her grip and he slipped out of the kilt, fully naked and more beautiful than anything she had ever seen.
His strong, rippling muscles glowed golden in the firelight, and nobody had ever looked so perfect.
She stroked his cheek as he stripped her slowly, devouring her body with fervent kisses and pulling her body on top of his when she was finally unwrapped. His large hands stroked her breasts, resting on the mound between her legs, toying with her clit and making her moan with deep pleasure.
And then he was on top of her, sliding inside, strong, powerful, and perfect. She closed her eyes and uttered a low moan, winding her fingers in his long hair and buckling under his body as he pulled out of her to thrust again. They both hissed with pleasure as her body enveloped him, his thick, engorged rod penetrating her again and again, filling her with more pleasure each time.
He spoke soft Gaelic into her ear, sending shudders down her body as his loving words pushed her over the edge and into her climax. He cried out as she contracted around his throbbing erection, coaxing him into a full explosive release. They came together, panting heavily and clinging to one another, kissing passionately.
Alisa sat up and felt the remnants of his powerful orgasm leak out of her body and onto the ground, and held her arms open for him to embrace her. They dressed lazily and curled up together, and she fell into a deep, sound sleep, better than any she'd had in years.
8.
“Brother!” Ronan exclaimed, running toward Blane. “Welcome! I see you brought company.”
Blane smiled sheepishly.
“It is the only way I could keep my lost love,” he said. “She insisted on saving our lives, but we wouldn't be able to do that without your help. Is that all right? My men are strong and we will pull our own weight.”
“Of course,” Ronan said, slapping Blane on the back. He suddenly looked profoundly surprised and a wide smile broke out onto his face. “The spirits don't lie! I thought I'd never see you again, Alisa.”
He approached her and held her in a tight bear hug, looking in pure joy over at his brother, glad that he would be able to move on in his life without being consumed by Alisa's disappearance any longer. Blane was somewhat angry that his in-laws to be would have let him worry so when they discovered the truth not long after the wedding, but they had promised their daughter their secrecy and he could scarcely blame them for that.
Suddenly, a familiar sound came from the distance, and everybody stood still, quiet and alert. Alisa was at first afraid, but as the sound grew nearer, her eyes filled with tears. It was a song, one she knew well. Soon, her mother and father appeared, wearing traditional Scottish attire, and they were followed by her many brothers, all of them grinning happily at her. They had brought with them a whole army of lowlanders.
“We'll make sure you're all safe, and when Todd makes his move, he'll wish he'd never been born!” her plucky mother cried out to her from the distance.
Alisa ran forward to meet them and her family embraced her, happy beyond measure that they were finally able to be together and get their lives back to normal.
“I'm so glad I won't ever have to hear about Carl again,” her mother said with a wink, and Alisa laughed.
“Me too,” she said, and meant it. She'd had no idea what she was missing out on.
“Now about that wedding...”
THE END
Wanted by Aliens
Samantha Leal
Copyright ©2015 by Samantha Leal. All rights reserved.
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1.
The restaurant was quiet for a Friday night and Chantel lazily loitered out the back of the fire escape, looking up at the stars. She had been waiting for almost half an hour, and even though it had been all over the news that there was supposed to be a meteor shower happening that evening, she hadn’t seen one shooting star as she watched the heavens.
“You still skiving?” Ben said as he came out of the back door of the kitchen and lit up a cigarette. He was pretty cute for a man who spent most of his day surrounded by raw meat and cooking grease, but as Chantel had gotten to know him over the months she had realized there was more to him than met the eye. Ben had a quiet, thoughtful side that allowed him to be ever so mysterious… and even though Chantel knew better than to get involved with someone from work, she quite liked to day dream that maybe one day her and Ben may have some kind of future away from the restaurant.
“I’d hardly call it skiving, have you seen it in there? It’s dead,” she laughed.
“Yeah I know,” Ben exhaled a plume of smoke up into the night. “Lucky us, at least we’re not being overworked as well as underpaid.”
He winked and Chantel gave him a coy smile.
She had been working at Carlo’s for around three months, ever since her parent’s had gotten a divorce and cut off her allowance. She was finally out on her own after years of privileged and uncomplicated living. She had worried at first about affording it all whilst still studying at college, but luckily her friend Sarah had managed to land her a waitressing job at one of the best known Italian’s in town, and even though the money was pretty terrible, she made sure that she always had a big smile on her face to ensure good tips.
“Yeah I’m glad it’s quiet,” she said. “I’m tired tonight.”
“What?” Ben laughed. “On a Friday? What kind of college girl are you? You should be leaving here in an hour, slapping on a high pair of heels and a tiny skirt and hitting the town!”
Chantel laughed and shook her head.
“If only my life was that exciting…” she trailed off and looked back up to the sky again to check if there was any meteor activity. A few stars twinkled brightly, but apart from that the whole black expanse above her was pretty clear.
She sighed and brushed a strand of hair back into her ponytail.
“Well,” she said as she slid down off the crates and smoothed down her skirt. “I better get back to it.”
She slapped Ben playfully on the shoulder and smiled at him as she walked by. She could sense his eyes on her until she got inside and she felt a rush of lust creep up inside of her. It was obvious that their crush was mutual, and it certainly made her nights at work all that little more exciting.
She made her way through the kitchen, past the rest of the chefs and out of the double doors into the restaurant. Carlo, the owner was sat up at the bar, drinking a bottle of beer and lamenting the poor turn out of customers.
“If we carry on like this, I honestly don’t know what we’ll do,” he said miserably.
“It’s nearing the end of the month,” Chantel said hopefully. “People are probably just waiting to get paid.” She didn’t even know if she believed herself, but she could only try and keep morale high.
“I hope you’re right,” Carlo said as he turned to look at her. She smiled sympathetically and made her way behind the bar where she started stacking glasses into the dishwasher before wiping down the countertops. She didn’t even know why she was trying to reassure Carlo. She knew fine well that should trade not pick up she would be the first one to go. Last one in… First one out. That was how it went, and to date she was still the newest member of the team.
“You hooking up with Sarah later?” Carlo asked from over the rim of his beer bottle.
Even though Carlo was married, he and Sarah had been involved at some point or another. Chantel had never got the full details of their affair but she knew it hadn’t exactly ended well. Carlo had wanted to keep her on the side, but Sarah had had enough.
“Umm…” Chantel stalled, unsure of what to tell him. “Probably when I get back to our dorm.”
“It’s Friday,” he snorted. “Surely you girls have something planned?”
Chantel shrugged and bit her bottom lip. She didn’t want to drop Sarah in it in case they were still seeing each other and she was out on a date. Or worse, if Carlo had suddenly decid
ed to become possessive and track her movements. The last thing Sarah would want is to lose her job at the restaurant.
“Well tell her I said hello anyway,” he yawned with disappointment. “You may as well get yourself home. No point in waiting around here in this ghost town.”
Chantel checked the clock on the wall. It was only nine-thirty.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yup,” Carlo took another swig of his beer. “See you tomorrow.”
He slid off his stool and made his way toward the kitchen door.
Chantel didn’t need to be told twice. Without wasting a moment she pulled off her apron, clocked out on her timesheet and grabbed her jacket and purse. As she ran through the kitchen she waved goodbye to Ben and he winked at her as she passed.
They were definitely going to end up together. Even though she knew it was risky with them being colleagues, she decided right then and there that she was going to make him hers.
2.
“Ben the chef?” Sarah asked as she opened a bottle of wine and poured them both a glass. “Ew,” she said as she shuddered her shoulders.
“What do you mean ‘ew’?” Chantel laughed.
“I don’t know. He just doesn’t do it for me.” Sarah shrugged.
“Oh what and older, boring, balding Carlo does?” Chantel rolled her eyes.
“Shhh,” Sarah hushed. “We never mention him again.” she reached over and pulled a red lipstick out of her vanity case before she held it up to her lips.
“He was asking about you,” Chantel said quietly as she took a sip of her own wine. “Wanted to know if we were out anywhere tonight.”
“Oh I bet he did,” Sarah cringed. “He’s not exactly taking the hint.”
“Well I didn’t tell him anything.”
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