Alien Conquest Page 11

  Something passes over his gaze.

  Sadness, I think.

  Maybe it’s pity.

  Either way, Tank doesn’t speak again and he nods to his friend.

  “Elf, come on.”

  “Elf?” I turn. “Your name is Elf?” I might live in a dirt hut, but even I know the stories about elves from days past.

  “Yes,” he says, pleasantly surprised I commented on his name. He smiles. “It’s my Earth name. Elf. You know, little tiny elves?” He lowers his hand and bounces it, as if showing me the small size of a tiny imaginary elf.

  “But you aren’t tiny,” I point out the obvious, but Elf just chuckles.

  “Oh, honey,” he kisses my forehead. “That’s the point.” He turns back to Tank. “This one’s going to be fun.”

  The men stand on either side of me and lead me toward the ship. This is it, I realize. It’s happening. Glancing back behind me, I mentally wave goodbye to the boulders, the dying trees, the dust, the dirt. I can’t see the town from here anymore. I can’t see anything. Night has fallen on Earth and day will not be coming.

  “Come on, darling,” Tank whispers. His touch is gentle as he places his hand on my lower back and pushes me forward. He means to guide me, not seduce me, and I can tell the difference. “You said it yourself. There’s nothing here for you anymore.”

  One deep breath.

  I take one deep and keep moving forward. We approach the plank that rises up into the ship and carefully walk up it. It’s wide enough for all of us to move side-by-side, so we make our way up the incline.

  Soon we’re inside the Taneyemm ship.

  I’m actually, really, truly inside a Taneyemm ship.

  I blink several times to get used to how bright it is. Everything is painfully light. Tank grabs a pair of dark glasses from the wall. I notice there are dozens of pairs all hanging by the entrance. He places them on my head.

  “This will help you get used to the light,” he says. “Taneyemm is much brighter than Earth. By the time we get there, you’ll be used to the brightness and the world won’t seem so harsh.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Tank.” I try to be polite. These men control my fate and the truth is, even if the planet I’m going to completely sucks, it can’t be worse than Earth. I won’t forget that they didn’t have to take me, but they did. This is much better than having to sneak onto the ship, than having to hide around in the cargo hold and scavenge for food.

  Not that I wouldn’t do it, but this is nicer.

  Definitely nicer.

  Elf and Tank lead me down a brightly lit corridor. There are doors on either side with various labels and signs. Some of the rooms have open windows and I try to discreetly peer in, but it’s still hard to see, even with the glasses on.

  “Just keep moving forward,” Elf says gruffly, and I obey. My feet move on their own. As we make our way down the hall, I can’t help but feel dirty and grungy. Elf and Tank are both tall and tan, but their clothes are pristine and white. My own garments are faded and worn. I’m worried that if I touch anything, I’ll darken it and damage it. My skin is physically dirty. I can’t remember the last time I had a bath or a hot shower.

  Maybe they’ll give me something new to wear. Surely they won’t let me make the entire journey wearing only a shift.

  Will they?

  If they want me to stay clean, to keep my hands to myself, they’ll have to give me something to wear. They’ll just have to.

  “Mr. Tank,” I say, my throat suddenly dry. As if sensing my sudden panic, both men stop and turn to me.

  “What is it, human?” Tank’s voice is straightforward, but gentle.

  “How long is the journey to Taneyemm?”

  If it’s more than a few weeks, I’ll ask for clothes. I’ll have to figure out how to get the courage, but I’ll do it. I might be able to manage keeping my hands to myself for a few weeks, but more than that and I’ll need something to change into.

  Surely they’ll be able to provide that for me.

  “Four Earth years.”

  Four.

  Earth.

  Years.

  He’s got to be kidding. I knew that the journey was long, but the farthest I’ve ever been was a day’s walk. Years? He’s talking about years?

  So much can change in a day.

  How much will change in four years?

  I’m in a completely different situation than I was hours ago, let alone a day ago. I almost missed this journey by a single day. What the hell am I going to do on a ship for four years?

  Play cards?

  Maybe they’ll freeze us, I realize suddenly. I’ve heard about that. Rumors, of course, but I’ve heard of it. Before the wars, before the famines, before the plagues, I loved to read. I read a lot about space travel, but suddenly, that time seems very long ago.

  We reach the end of a hall and turn, only instead of another hallway, we’re in an open room now. There are several chairs in a semi-circle in front of a panel of knobs and buttons and computers. Beyond that, there’s glass overlooking my planet.

  Overlooking my town.

  Arcadia was never much to look at, but it was home. Before I start to cry as I take one last, wistful look at my planet, I try to look around the unusual room. Judging from how official everything looks, I would guess this is where the magic happens.

  Each chair on the far side of the room has a person in it. Each person is wearing a uniform that is different from Tank and Elf’s. These are more official-looking. They’re black with red fire streaks on the shirts and bright red buttons that go down the front.

  All eyes turn as we enter and a tall man, even taller than Elf, walks over to us. He eyes me up and down, then turns to Elf.

  He begins speaking in a language I don’t understand.

  I wish I did.

  Elf responds quickly, waving at me and gesturing wildly. I suppose this is the part of the story where he’s explaining that he found me and I’m going to be Hal’s replacement girl, whatever the fuck that means. I stare at the captain, but try to look demure about it. I don’t think I’m pulling it off. I should probably be staring at my hands or feet, looking shyly away, but that’s not my style.

  Never has been.

  After a few minutes, the captain makes an exasperated sound and turns to me. This time he speaks English.

  “Do not give me trouble,” he says.Then he storms out of the room.

  “That went well,” Tank mumbles under his breath, and the men lead me back out.

  “Where are we going now?” I ask. Elf doesn’t even look at me. He just grumbles something and we keep walking. Maybe I should just stay silent. I need to make myself as invisible as possible.

  Not an easy task, I think dryly, looking at my dirty body.

  Instead of talking, I use this time to look around the ship, but we’re moving so quickly that I’m not really sure where we’re at. We go up one staircase and down another, down one hall, around a bend, then more halls.

  By the time we stop at a small room, I’m completely turned around and completely exhausted.

  They lead me inside and there’s a surprisingly short, blonde-haired man inside. He looks human. I can’t quite shake the idea that Elf, Tank, and the captain aren’t. I feel like they’re Taneyemms, even though they haven’t told me they are.

  “Hal,” Elf says, and I know this is the man who “needed the girls.” “We have a girl for you.”

  To my surprise, Hal hops up and hugs Elf. He wraps his arms around the man and starts jumping up and down.

  “I knew you could do it!” He says. “I knew you could do it!”

  Elf gingerly peels Hal away, the same way he would a little child.

  “There’s a complication,” Elf says, looking from me and back to Hal. Hal nods.

  “What is it? I can tell she’s a bit…worn…but that shouldn’t pose much of a problem on its own. She’s not the worst we’ve seen.”

  I’m not sure if this is an insult or a compliment.


  “The others have already been frozen,” Tank says, and Elf nods. He looks at me with sympathy.

  “She’ll have to stay awake during the trip. There’s no more neila left to freeze her.” Elf sounds truly remorseful and I wonder exactly what’s going to happen to me on a ship full of super sexy men.

  “How can there not be any left? Didn’t you know we might find another girl?” Hal’s voice rises a little, and his face starts to look a little red.

  “We didn’t think we’d be able to.”

  “And?” Hal seems like he’s waiting for something, and Elf sighs.

  “And Dar asked if we’d use the rest to freeze him. You know how he gets bored on these trips.” Elf and Tank both look sympathetically at me once more, as if I’m going to somehow get bored on a spaceship.

  As if.

  “Is there a room for her?” Hal doesn’t seem fazed by this turn of events, but I am. I’ll be awake on this ship for four years. For four years, the other girls will be asleep, but I won’t.

  I’ll be awake.

  What the hell am I going to do on a spaceship?

  Still, I suppose I can’t complain. They brought me here and saved me from certain death, so I need to be grateful. I’ll smile and nod and do whatever they say because if I do, I get to stay alive, and that’s the real goal, right?

  “We have a room and rations,” Elf confirms. He lowers his voice and adds, “Keilla’s.”

  “I’m sorry for your loss,” Hal says, but Elf just grunts. I wonder who Keilla was or who she was to Elf. My heart hurts a little as I wonder what pain he might be feeling. I still haven’t let my father’s death sink in and I’m basically running on autopilot at this point. At the implication of death, my heart threatens to crack a little bit more, but I suck down the pain.

  When I’m alone, I can cry.

  When I’m alone, I can mourn my father.

  Elf turns back to me and places a large, heavy hand on my shoulder.

  “Girl, you’ll be fine,” he says. “Listen to Hal. Do what he says. You’ll be fine.”

  “Thank you,” I nod. I know he must have risked his neck for me in there with the captain, and I appreciate it. Spontaneously, I wrap my arms around him in a hug, and he tenses for a moment. Then he relaxes his body and hugs me back.

  “Take care of yourself,” he says quietly, then he leaves.

  “No hug for me, thanks,” Tank says with a smile. He nods at me, then follows Elf out of the room. When they’re gone, I turn back to Hal.

  “What happens now?” I ask.

  “Now?” He says. “Now I make you Taneyemm material.”

  He grins, and I get the feeling that I’m not going to like how Hal prepares me for my new life.

  I’m not going to like it at all.

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  The Saucy Devil

  Julianne doesn't want to get married.

  She certainly doesn't want to marry someone as terrible as Vince Fiddick. The other villagers might believe that his previous wives went missing, but Julianne knows the truth. Fearing for her life, she seeks refuge on the nearest pirate ship: The Dark Lovely.

  The pirate captain of the ship is tall, dark, and handsome.

  He's everything she's dreamed of in a man.

  He also has no tolerance for stowaways.

  When his life is threatened, however, Julianne has to make a choice.

  Will she play it safe?

  Or will she risk everything to save the Saucy Devil?

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  Prologue

  “I suppose she’ll do,” Vince Fiddick hissed the words. He looked at Julianne like she was a tolerable prize. He may have wanted Annabelle Portwood, but he would settle for her. Oh, Julianne knew she wasn’t the man’s first choice, but he would take what he could get.

  “Oh, how wonderful. Lovely news, isn’t it?” Julianne’s father rubbed his hands together, no doubt thinking of the betrothal fee Vince would be paying for the honor of wedding her.

  “No,” Julianne shook her head. She could not do it. She would not consent to marrying the man her parents had chosen for her. She would be his fourth wife, and Julianne knew she would fare no differently than they had.

  “Julianne,” Margaret Rye glared at her daughter. Julianne knew the look well. She had always been a disappointment to her parents. Why should things be any different now? Margaret and William Rye wanted their daughter to wed this man, who was nearly twice Julianne’s age, and they cared naught for their daughter’s opinion on the matter.

  Julianne looked at her mother blankly, waiting for her to say something else, but Margaret simply stared at her.

  “Don’t worry, darling,” Vince said, turning his attention to Julianne. “It’s natural to be nervous before your wedding, but you have nothing to be concerned about. You’ll see.” He shook hands with Julianne’s father, and then the two men retreated to William’s study to make the necessary arrangements for the ceremony.

  Julianne sat in silence with her mother while the men were gone. The sitting room felt stuffy and small. Suddenly, the entire room felt hot. Julianne felt as if her entire life was being decided for her and she had no say in the matter. She should be used to the feeling by now, but somehow, this was different.

  This was her entire life.

  This was her whole future.

  “I won’t marry him,” she said finally.

  “You don’t have a choice. You were raised for this, bred for this.” Margaret did not meet her daughter’s eyes. Julianne stared at her mother, openly gawking.

  “This is marriage,” she said. “Marriage should be to someone you love, to someone you can’t stand being apart from. It shouldn’t be some financial transaction.”

  “You know nothing of the world,” Margaret said, sipping a cup of tea. Her face was wrinkled and she had dark circles under her eyes. Julianne knew her mother was getting older, and restless. While Julianne suspected her mother was battling health issues, Margaret had too much pride to ever admit this to her daughter.

  “I know what the world should be,” Julianne told her mother, suddenly feeling brave. “And I know this is not what it should be.”

  “If only you were more like your brother,” Margaret shook her head. Julianne bit back a cough. Oh, if only her parents knew what her sweet brother was up to. They believed he had gone off to Ellensworth to work as an apprentice. They had no idea where he really was. They had no clue the things her brother did.

  Julianne knew better than to argue with her mother, though. Once Margaret set her mind to something, nothing would sway her opinion.

  After what felt like hours, her father and Vince Fiddick emerged from the study.

  “The wedding will take place on Saturday,” William announced to the women in the sitting room.

  “But that’s in two days!” Julianne jumped to her feet. “That’s-” She stopped. Her parents had made up their minds. There would be no talking them out of this. If she protested the marriage, they would simply lock her in her bedroom until the time of the ceremony, and she couldn’t have that.

  No, if Julianne wanted to be able to have any chance to escape, she would have to play her cards close to her chest. She would have to appear to be compliant. She would have to be clever because there was no doubt in her mind Vince Fiddick had murdered his other wives. She would not end up like them.

  “That’s not nearly enough time to plan a wedding,” she said instead. “Why, how can I have a proper gown made?”

  “Darling,” Vince Fiddick walked across the room to Julianne. He reached for her. Though it sickened her to have him touch her, she swallowed hard and allowed his clammy palms to squeeze her hands. “Believe me when I say you will have the most perfect wedding you can imagine.”

  “Thank you,” Julianne said. She had nothing else to say to the man. She hated him, despised him. He was not a man she w
ould ever choose to associate with, let alone marry, but she had to be careful. If he suspected her of trying to escape before the ceremony, he would do anything in his power to keep her.

  Even if it meant killing her.

  “Such lovely news,” Margaret said, clasping her hands together. “And what a beautiful pairing.” She looked at Julianne and Vince, and for a brief second, Julianne thought her mother looked truly happy.

  Then she remembered that her mother didn’t have a soul. Any emotion she displayed, aside from anger, was a carefully calculated appearance designed for maximum manipulation.

  But during her childhood, Julianne hadn’t simply learned how to run a house or how to sew. No, Julianne had learned more than that. She had learned how her mother worked, how Margaret used emotional manipulation to get what she wanted.

  Julianne realized that if she wanted to escape this marriage, she would have to act quickly. Once she was alone in Vince’s house, she would never be allowed to leave. She would be locked away: another prize he had won.

  But there was something Julianne’s parents didn’t know, something Vince Fiddick didn’t know. There was something none of them knew, and it would be her saving grace.

  Julianne’s twin brother wasn’t in Ellensworth.

  He wasn’t an apprentice.

  He was a pirate, and The Dark Lovely was due to make port tomorrow.

  Julianne would have to act quickly, and she would have to catch her brother alone, but she knew one thing was for certain.

  She would not marry Vince Fiddick.

  Julianne Rye was going to get on the pirate ship with her brother, and she was going to sail away.

  She was going to escape.

  She was going to live.

  1

  Four weeks later

  Julianne knew she should be thankful to be alive, but as she stared at the hard tack in front of her again, she wondered if it might be better to starve. After all, how much more of this could she take? It had been weeks. When she wasn’t busy feeling seasick, she was being feeling hungry. Her stomach emitted a growl, reminding her that for today, it was better to suck it up and eat the food.