Yahn: Paranormal Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Alien Mates Book 4)

by Ashley L. Hunt

  “This is it. This is the place that I have dreamt of. I knew it was more than just a dream. We are finally home, Jessie,” Yahn said as he took my hand. We stood on the back deck of our new home and looked out over the vast forests . We then turned to look at one another. We began to kiss, forgetting that the tour guide was still with us.

  “Eh, I will leave the two of you alone now. Enjoy your new home and let us know if you need anything at all,” she said with a friendly smile.

  “Thank you, but we have everything we need right here,” I answered, gazing lovingly into Yahn’s eyes.

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  Chapter Thirty-One

  Jessie

  At first, Gwuarden was everything I hoped it would be for us. The climate was perfect and tropical- it never got hotter than eighty degrees or colder than fifty. The scenery was even better than what I remembered from my trips to the tropics on Earth. There were lush greenery and forest-covered mountains as far as the eye could see. We began to plant all sorts of crops on our plot of land and soon all of the meals I was making consisted of fruits and vegetables from our own garden.

  At the end of the day, we would take long walks in the forest, walking hand in hand. We would listen to the sounds of exotic birds and use the guide book that had been given to us in order to identify them. There were no poisonous or venomous animals on the entire planet, so we didn't have to worry about much. Our neighbors were really great as well. Most of them were older families of humans that had moved there to retire. There were also a few families from other parts of the universe. The market in town was run by a kind family of Langmilians who had been rewarded for similar acts of bravery to our own. Everyone waved as you walked by and always made time to chat and exchange pleasantries.

  Our love life could not have been better. After a long walk in the forest, we would go back to the hover house for a home-cooked meal. Then, we would take a blanket with us and walk hand in hand down to the beach. We would talk for hours as we sat and listened to the waves coming in. Then, we would lay together, mind-meld and make love without any concerns about privacy. It was a private beach, and everyone in the community made it their business to respect everyone else’s privacy.

  All of this lasted for about two months. That’s when Yahn’s strange behavior began. At first, he woke up in the middle of the night, in cold sweat. His heart was beating fast and he was struggling to catch his breath.

  “What is it, my love?” I asked him.

  “Just a nightmare. At least, that’s what I hope it is.”

  “What happened in your dream?”

  “We were running and the forest around us was on fire,” he said, catching his breath.

  “Well, forest fires happen, even in a paradise like Gwuarden. Besides, has every nightmare that you’ve ever had turned out to be something that happens in real life?” I inquired.

  "No, but, many of the events I dream about do come to happen. Also, I had the distinct feeling that what was happening in the dream was not a natural fire, caused by lightning or something like that. It was set intentionally. I am certain of that much," he shared.

  "Well, it's over now. Let's try and get back to sleep." I kissed his head and held him tightly until he fell back asleep again.

  Things were fine for a few days, but then, Yahn had another dream. He woke up early in the morning and began packing up and down on the floor.

  “Yahn, what’s happened now?” I asked.

  “The dream returned. This time, the forest was on fire and I could hear the sound of people screaming. There was an attack taking place. I couldn’t see who was attacking the settlement, but I could hear everything. You and I were hiding. That’s what we need. A safe place to go to.”

  “Yahn, I’m not sure that there is any place safer than Gwuarden. I know I’ve never felt more secure in all of my life,” I pointed out.

  “No, that’s not what I mean. What we need is a shelter, a hidden shelter where we can hunker down if we need to. A place that is stocked with water and supplies in case we need to stay there for quite a long time.” I had heard about males becoming obsessed with this sort of preparation, so I did not stand in Yahn’s way. I figured that if building a shelter put him more at ease, I would let him do what he needed to do.

  He began by digging a tunnel, just wide enough for two people to walk through. He would wake up early in the morning and begin working on the tunnel. I offered to help him, but he said I should keep focused on maintaining the food supply and taking care of the garden. The neighbors would sometimes stop by and ask what Yahn was working on. One morning, Mrs. Martha Hopkins, a retired nurse from Milwaukee stopped by on her way to the market.

  “What’s Yahn working on so intently?” Mrs. Hopkins asked.

  “Oh, he’s digging a passageway so that we could escape the house in case of an emergency,” I said with a smile.

  “I see. Is there any reason to suspect that we are in some sort of danger?” Her expression showed her concern.

  “No, it’s just an emergency measure. That’s all,” I reassured her.

  “Ok, have a great day, Jessie,” she said with a smile.

  "Thank you, you too, Mrs. Hopkins," I said. I knew that Yahn's activities were the talk of the settlement, but I didn't discourage Yahn from his activities. After a couple of weeks, the tunnel was complete. It came out a couple of miles to the south in the middle of the jungle, property that we owned. Next, Yahn set about constructing an underground shelter. He ordered two large shipping containers and had a large hole dug out of the ground in a clearing in the jungle. The containers were then lowered into the ground and joined together. Next, Yahn started putting in doors and a huge store room where water and food supplies could be kept. I would come and check up on him, bringing him water and lunch, and trying to keep things as light-hearted as I could. Deep down, however, I knew that something wasn't right, although I couldn't quite put my finger on it at that point.

  “Mr. Johnson wants to know if you’re digging for gold,” I joked.

  Yahn looked up at me with a serious glance and took a sip of water. “This is totally serious. Believe me, I wouldn’t’ be going through all of this trouble if I didn’t think we needed this,” he said.

  “I know, dear. I just miss our walks on the beach and our hikes through the forest. Ever since you began this work, we haven’t had as much time for those things,” I pointed out.

  “Listen, Jessie, do you really want to be unprepared when something happens? We could be invaded, we could be in a crisis situation overnight, and we have to be prepared. The activities that you are worried about are frivolous compared with survival,” he scoffed. I was hurt, but I didn’t say anything. I just put down the food and water that I had brought for him and turned to go back to the house.

  “Jessie, wait!” He called after me. I turned around and he saw the tears in my eyes. “I’m sorry. I know that I’ve been spending a lot of time on this shelter, but you have to believe me. We need to begin making preparations.”

  "Ok,” I said, simply and kissed him. I took a deep breath and went to work in the garden, planting cucumbers, peppers, tomatoes, and greens. The garden was my sanctuary. I would spend hours tending to it and trying to put Yahn's premonitions out of my mind. However, the nightmares did not cease.

  A couple of nights later, Yahn, sat s
traight up. His heart was racing and he struggled to catch his breath.

  "I heard the sound of gunfire. They were invading the settlement. They were killing people indiscriminately. Everyone was fleeing in terror. Oh, Jessie, it was so awful," he stated. I put my arms around him and kissed him.

  “It’s ok, you’re here with me, now. Nothing has happened. We are safe.”

  “Safe for the time being, but how long will that last? I need to get back to work. The shelter is almost finished. It needs to be stocked with water and food. Will you help me?” he asked in a panicked voice.

  “Yes, sure I will. Let me get dressed and we will get started,” I assured him. We began to put fruits and vegetables in jars for storage. We also began to fill large containers with water. We made several trips back and forth to the shelter, and soon it began to fill up with supplies.

  "That should keep us stocked up for several months if need be. Now we have to make sure that a security and a defense system are in place. If we are invaded, we need to be able to keep the invaders from entering the shelter at all costs."

  “Yahn, isn’t that enough for today? The shelter is completely stocked with supplies. We haven’t done anything romantic or relaxing in days. Can’t we take a break now?” I implored.

  "No, we cannot take a break! The invasion could happen tomorrow and then we would leave ourselves vulnerable to the onslaught. You can go and have your walk in the woods if you want, but I am going to stay here until the task at hand is finished. Do you understand me?" Yahn had never talked like this to me before. I was angry and hurt. I threw down the pack that I had been using to transport the jars of food.

  "Fine, you keep on building your doomsday shelter. I'm going home. When you decide that you want to act civilized, you can return to our home as well, but if you're going to talk to me like that, I just assume you can stay here!" I yelled.

  "Fine, that is just what I'll do!" He snapped back. I practically ran down the tunnel to get away from him. As I walked, the tears began to flow down my cheeks. We had almost never fought before. Yahn seemed like a completely different being from the one I fell in love with. I went home and poured myself a glass of wine. I realized that I hadn't gotten any news of the outside universe in days, so I switched on the virtual reality player.

  I got in the middle of a confused scene outside of a high-tech security prison. There was a reporter there talking to military police.

  “About what time did you notice that Demarin was missing from his cell?” The reporter asked one of the policemen.

  “About twelve P.M. We still aren’t sure exactly how he did it, but one thing is for sure, Demarin has escaped and is somewhere at large. We have several men on the case, searching the immediate area. Of course, he could be long gone by now if there was an escape vessel used, something we suspect that might have happened. Therefore, we are putting the entire nation on high alert. This Sarceastian is highly dangerous,” the cop pointed out.

  "Thank you, Officer Daniels. As you can see, this is quite a serious situation, indeed. This is the first time that anyone has escaped from this facility. Not only is each prisoner kept behind bars, but also all of their movements are carefully monitored at all times by heavily armed guards. The outside of the facility is heavily guarded as well. This is truly a frightening and baffling situation. We will bring more news to you about this developing story as it becomes available," The reporter stated. I turned off the virtual reality player and ran down to the tunnel. I didn't stop running until I came to the shelter. I banged on the door multiple times until Yahn finally answered the door.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “Yahn, Demarin Goldarn has escaped from prison!”

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Yahn

  “Are you sure?” I asked.

  “Yes, they just reported it on the news,” Jessie responded.

  “Then, we have to make preparations more quickly than I thought,” he said.

  “What do you mean?” Jessie asked.

  “I mean, I know what my dreams were all about now. You know how I have been right with my premonitions before. Why don’t you trust them now?” He implored.

  "I guess I don't want to give up on the idea of us living in peace in Gwuarden. I thought we could start a new life for ourselves. I don't want to see our lives going back into chaotic situations."

  “Jessie, the enemy has only been wounded, not defeated. We should hide out when they try to make their initial strike and then attack them, guerilla style from the jungle,” I said.

  “Are you Che Guevara?” Jessie asked, making me laugh for a change.

  “No, but I am a person who wants to rid ourselves of the threat of the Sarceastians, once and for all. The first thing we need to do is to call everyone in the community together to tell them about the oncoming threat. Then, we will wait,” I said.

  Later that day, a meeting was held in the amphitheater where movies and local productions were put on. There were quite a few of the citizens of the colony there. Many of them had looks of concern on their faces because of the urgent manner of the e-bulletin Yahn sent to their computers and electronic devices.

  "Good day, fellow citizens of Gwuarden. I'm sure many of you have been wondering why I've been working so diligently on an underground bunker, and why I called you all to a meeting today. The truth is, sometimes I have dreams that are premonitions of things to come. It is not an uncommon gift amongst my kind. I'm sure that all of you have heard by now that Demarin Goldarn, the Sarceastian military leader has escaped. I'm also sure that many of you know the history that Jessie and I have with Demarin. My dreams tell me that we are going to be attacked. I don't know when but I know it's going to be soon. We have to be ready. I advise that we hunker down and stay in hiding when they initially attack. Then, we pose a counterattack from the jungle," I said, prompting a lot of talk in the crowd. Jessie held my hand and then got behind the microphone.

  “My partner, Yahn is right. I have seen predictions of his that have come true. I know what a threat Demarin is. He is likely to come looking for me to carry out his revenge.”

  “What are we supposed to do? If this is going to happen soon, how do we have time to prepare?” An older man asked.

  “We will have to do the best we can. We can take about two families in our shelter, but that’s all the room we have. If you have storm cellars, stock them up, get inside and lock the doors tight. We want them to find the place deserted when they come. Then when they relax their posture a bit, we will attack them!” I said.

  I went around the community helping people to build makeshift shelters and stock up their basements and cellars. It was not a minute too soon. One night when Jessie and I were feeling a little frisky, an alert sounded on our phones. The virtual reality player switched on and we saw an emergency report playing all around us. What it showed was Sarceastian fighter ships approaching Gwuarden. The report stated that the ships seemed to be attempting an attack on the peaceful settlement. It also said that a defense squad from Earth was sent to help Gwuarden mount a defense.

  “It is about to start. We have to warn the others and then go to the shelter,” I stated. We walked to the amphitheater in the heart of the community and rang the alarm. It was understood that if someone rang this alarm, it was time for everyone to seek cover. As soon as the alarm rang, I saw several people running home. Once the alarm sounded, I ran back home with Jessie. Just as we entered our house, we heard the sound of an explosion.

  “Quickly!” I yelled. We headed to the tunnel and made for the shelter as quickly as we could. We got inside the shelter; I sealed the two sets of doors and guided Jessie to the living room area. Then, I switched on the virtual reality player to see if we could get an update.

  “Help!” someone yelled from the outside.

  “Let them in,” Jessie shouted.

  “I knew there would be some that weren’t prepared,” I said as I began to unlock the doors using the retinal code.

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sp; A young human family came in. It was a young man, a woman, and their five-year-old daughter. They could hear the sound of explosions in the distance.

  “Get inside quickly!” I urged.

  “Thank you so much, the young man said. “My name is Daniel Davis. I began building a shelter, but it is incomplete. If only we had a little more time. This is Jenny and our daughter Rosie,” he said.

  “It’s not a problem. I’m actually pleased that we have more people asking to stay here. I have equipped this shelter with plenty of supplies for you and your family. Besides, we don’t have to wait long, I’m afraid before we must fight,” I said. Daniel had large, sad brown eyes. He seemed less than thrilled about this prospect.

  “Are you sure we’re going to have to fight?” he asked.

  “Would you like to keep Gwaurden from becoming a Sarceastian mining colony?” I implored.

  We switched on the virtual reality player. It showed satellite cameras capturing explosions on the surface of the colony. Gwuarden was a small moon of the planet Gelatio and news cameras were now at a safe distance trying to hone in on what was happening.

  It seems the Sarceastians are beginning to cease their attack as they are not finding many citizens there. They appear to have vanished. We can only hope that they are in hiding or have escaped altogether. We are hoping to hear back from Captain Thornton soon about the Allied Earth Federation troops that are on their way to the colony on the lush forest moon known as Gwuarden.

  “It’s working,” I pointed out. “We must mount our attacks soon. We can’t wait around!” I sent out a message that all able-bodied people who wished to help with the attacks should meet at my shelter. It would be risky getting people to move around, but most of the shelters people had built were some distance away from the main settlement where the Sarceastians had mounted their attack.