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A Union of Convenience (Formerly ‘Alone’)	By : Keen Category: M through R > Predator Views: 13009 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            Gi looked
up from feeding her baby to watch Isis enter
the room. As bad as it sounded, she was hoping the woman wouldn’t come back.
            “You two still haven’t worked things
out,” she said disappointedly. Isis was silent
and Gi sighed, “What does that make this now? Two
weeks since you two last spoke?”
            “Three,”
            Gi set Sagar over her shoulder and shook her head. Ali’shir and
Isis were the most stubborn creatures she had ever seen. They wanted-no needed-one another and both of them were
too proud and hard headed to say so--and they had plenty of opportunity. Since Isis had been staying with them, Ali’shir came around
their suite like clockwork, before first and last meal. He pretended it was
just to speak with Heron but Gi followed his eyes and
they were always on Isis. And Isis was just as pitifully transparent, pretending to be
indifferent to his presence but always ‘coincidentally’ nearby wherever he
was. They would often be within arms
length of one another, the words they needed to stay right on their lips yet
neither would say a word. It was so frustrating to watch, Gi
wanted to strangle them both.
            “Why can’t you get over this?” she
asked. “His son is the one who hurt you, not
him.”
            “I came to terms with that fact the
day I learned it,” Isis replied.
            “Then I don’t understand, do you?” Gi asked, her voice sing-songy and light with laughter. Isis
thought the female was mocking her and turned quickly only to see the mother
bouncing her child on her knee, smiling brightly, “What’s Auntie Isis’ problem,
hmm?”
            The woman tried not to smile when
the boy giggled in response. “He tried to make me feel bad for mourning my
crew, Gi.” The Vae stopped
trying to inject laughter into the situation as Isis
leaned against the door, her head down. “I will not stand there and let him
talk down to me or tell me to forget
something that changed my life. I’m done taking his orders.”
            “I’m sure he didn’t mean it that
way, Isis. The males here aren’t used to
talking with feelings in mind, in fact it’s looked
down on. It took Heron a while to realise his words could hurt me.”
            “I’m not hurt,” Isis
said quickly, pushing off the wall. “--I’m pissed. And he meant every word he
said, like he said it.”
            “Why don’t you ask
him when he comes by later? And don’t pretend like you don’t want to
talk to him, because I know you do.”
            “Let me put him to bed,” Isis said reaching for Sagar.
            Gi let Isis take her son and hid her toothy smile behind her
hand as the boy pulled at her braided hair. Isis
gave him a kiss on his mottled cheek and he tucked himself closer to her, his
eye lulling as she hummed a soft song against his temple. It was if she flipped
a switch in the boy and he powered down for the evening.
            “Perhaps it’s just as well you two
don’t talk,” Gi said softly. “Having an Elder as a
live in nanny has made me the envy of every female on this floor.”
            Isis
rolled her eyes knowing Gi was trying to get her
goat. “And the twins?”
            “Asleep already,” Gi said thankfully. “He’s the trouble maker, but you seem
to have a way with him.”
            Isis
looked to the baby slumped against her chest and smiled. “Out cold,” she said
with satisfaction. Isis slipped the pup into
the crib and then covered him. She finished tucking the ends of the cloth under
him and then followed his mother out into the main areas of the suite.
            Gi resumed
cleaning the trail of toys the kids left behind and Isis
helped, until the door chimed.
            “Would you answer that please?” Gi asked, hefting a crate of playthings away. When Isis didn’t look up, Gi walked
over to the woman and kicked the toys out of her hands. “I said-”
            “I heard you,” Isis
huffed and stood up. “And I know a set up when I smell one.”
            “What?” Gi
asked, innocently.
            “I heard you and Heron whispering
earlier today. He is supposed to send Ali’shir here early and you are supposed
to make sure I stay here to meet him.”
            “Paya be
praised if one of you should act like an adult,” the female chuckled.
            Isis
narrowed her eyes at the female, “Persistent little busy body,” she hissed.
            Gi’s
laughed, light and clear as a bell. “You will thank me
later,” she said pushing the woman toward the entrance.
            She released her and smiled as Isis followed her direction to the door. She straightened
her dress and sweeping her long braids over her shoulder. Isis
pressed her palm on the door’s control and was dumbstruck.
            “I am sorry. I was looking for Gi. I did not know you were here.”
            “She is here,” Isis
said coolly. “Let me call her.”
            Gi heard
her name and came around the corner quickly hoping for good news. Her toothy
white smile fell when she saw the Elder Female standing in her doorway, her
badly bruised face near tears.
            She took a knee immediately. “Elder Kai,” Gi stammered. “H-how can I be of service?”
            “No one was ever as kind to me as
you were, Dressmaker,” she said quietly. “I could use some kindness right now.”
            Gi stood
and gathered the female into her arms, rubbing a soothing hand across her back,
“Would you like to come in? Elder Isis and I just finished cleaning and we were
about to sit down for a rest.”
            “Perhaps a drink?”
Kai sniffed, “I would like a drink about now,” she said, following Gi inside.
            “You are not the only one,” Isis muttered, moving behind them.

Kai took a seat on the couch with a guttural sob. Her life was as
destroyed as she appeared to be. In an instant she had lost a brother, a
nephew, a son and a mate. Joi’en had been missing ever since he hit her. He
didn’t even have the decency to show up at her bedside while she healed.
Isis wasn’t unaffected by the female’s
tears. She didn’t like to see anyone in pain, even if most of it was their own
doing but that didn’t necessarily mean she wanted to be close to her. Isis had to suppress the urge to hit the female when she
grabbed her hand. Kai had her sympathies but not her trust.
            The female massaged Isis’s hand as she spoke. “I noticed you came to see me
while I was in recovery,” she said through tears. “Did you know you were the
only one?” she chuckled. “What does that say about me when the only soul that
would come to see if I was well was my enemy?”
            Isis
cursed under her breath, angry that she had not been more careful. Even though
she thought Kai was unconscious, she still lurked behind a wall, glancing for
only a moment as they tended to her wounds. Although a part of her felt that
Joi’en’s strike was well deserved, she couldn’t bear to see any female
manhandled like that. It wasn’t a fair fight. Now if she had a knife, she
doubted she would be so compelled to see if she was alright.
            “I did not know that,” Isis said, shaking her head.
            “Well, you were.” Kai nodded, her
voice warbling with emotion. “Thank you.”
            Isis
looked at Gi with terrified eyes as Kai pulled her
unwilling body into a hug. Gi silently encouraged her
to return the hug, threading her fingers to make a circle, but Isis refused. The Vae female
discreetly smacked her hand and Isis finally
relented, folding her arms stiffly over Kai’s back. To her delight Kai released
her and Isis did her best to not look too
eager to turn the female loose and scoot back on the other side of the couch.
            “I know I was a real bitch,” Kai
confessed. Isis drank to keep from agreeing
with her. “It was very honourable of you to look in on me as you did.”
            “Well, this has turned into a reason
for celebration,” Gi said, clapping her hands. “To
peace?” she said raising her glass for a toast.
            Kai raised her glass with a nod, “To
peace.”
            They both looked to Isis to join but she was already reclined back in her
seat, gulping the flute of mulled liquor. She started to pour herself another
when Gi cleared her throat.
            Isis
could read the disappointment on her fine ivory features. “Peace?” she
shrugged.
            Gi smiled
sweetly and turned back to Kai. All she wanted was to see Isis
could at least make an effort to forgive and forget and it seemed as if she
earnestly did. After she downed three or four more glasses of alcohol, that is.
Gi and Kai drank as well and all three chatted and
laughed until it was time for last meal.
            Isis
looked around where they sat and laughed at the growing pile of bottles at
their feet. “I think I’m drunk,” she burped.
            “Well, I know the Dressmaker is,”
Kai chuckled, refilling Isis’ glass.
            Gi watched
the Elder Female pour the last drop and fumbled to stand. “I am going to get
more of that,” she slurred pointing at the bottle. Gi
took a step and fell right onto her hands and knees making the other females
burst into gales of laughter.
            Isis
laughed harder watching the Vae crawl on the floor to
the master bedroom. “She can’t even walk, how are we going to make it to the
dining hall?”
            “Who said we had to go?” Kai said.
“I will be staying here.”
            “She and I can afford to not go, but
you are the Elder Female. You will be expected to attend.”
            “I am having too much fun,” Kai
said, flipping her hair. “In another world, I think you and I could have been
friends, Isis.”
            “Perhaps we can still be.”
            “I do not think Ali’shir could
handle it,” she said, stiffly. “We were very passionate about one another,
perfection even. I do not know that
he could resist me if he saw me everyday.”
            Bitch.
Isis took another gulp from her glass, hissing
at it burned its way down her throat. “Is there a reason why you are telling me
this, Elder Female?”
            Kai trilled softly, amusedly. “If we
are going to be friends human, I think it is important that I am very honest and
clear with you. It is also important that you know the history between Ali’shir
and I. I love him very much.”
            Isis
raised a slender eyebrow. “Don’t you mean ‘loved’?”
            “No. I meant what I said, exactly
how I said it.”            Isis turned away, pulling at her dress top to fan
herself. Kai leaned forward, watching her run a hand through her braids. “Am I
making you nervous?”
            “No. I’m just thirsty,” Isis said, tapping her empty glass. She reached for the
water and poured with a shaking hand. “If you love him so much, why did you
leave him?”
            “He lacked ambition,” Kai said,
matter-of-factly. “We were destined for so much more but he was content to be
just a warrior his whole life.”
            Isis
laughed genuinely, “Of course he does. Ali loves hunting, not politics. Besides,
as a warrior you would have had more time with him. As an Elder, I have seen
less and less of him.”
            Isis
gulped down her water, mortified by how much she truly missed Ali’shir. He was
being an ass, but she still wanted to be with him. She wanted to be home.
            “Is something wrong?” Kai asked,
sliding closer.
            Isis
blinked and shook her head furiously no, but it was a lie. She missed Ali’shir
so badly it felt like her heart was literally being torn apart in he chest. Isis held a hand
over her breast as she struggled to breathe.
            “I’m just uncomfortable talking
about him with you,” she finally managed.
            Kai trilled consolingly, patting her
shoulder. “You really should not be, after all it was I who had him first and
it is I who will have him again.”
            Isis
turned her head to the female. Kai’s eyes weren’t so large and wet with tears
anymore. They were wicked violet slits that radiated heat. Isis
stood slowly, thinking the female was going to attack her, but the Elder Female
simply lounged in the seat, stretching her arms out over the back of the couch,
crossing her legs. She had already done more damage than her fists could ever
hope to.
            “How do you figure that?” Isis asked.
            “His fascination with you is ending,
human, and when it does, I will have him again,” she explained calmly.
            Isis
tilted her head. “And what makes you think I’d let him go?”
            “You will not be around to object,”
she trilled, clicking her mandibles.
            “I know you are not foolish enough
to challenge me to a fight.” Kai laughed, hard and loud and Isis
walked to the door. She pushed it open and stood at its side with arms folded.
“Get out, Elder Female.”
            Kai pushed off the couch and stood,
walking with her usual seductive saunter. Watching her move so softly made Isis so angry she could barely breathe. It hurt to
breathe. Her chest tightened as Kai neared her. She felt she could rip her
apart that instant if it wasn’t for the nagging ache in her chest.
            Isis
screamed and fell to her knees, heaving and gasping for air. Something inside
her chest tore and spread pain like a wave of fire. Kai calmly shut the door
and stared down at the woman, her head tilted in what seemed like appreciation.
            “There is no need to challenge you,
human,” she purred, stroking the woman’s hair. “…because I have already won.”
            Kai fisted Isis’s
braids and dragged her toward the living space. If she was too close to the
door, someone might hear her scream and interrupt what she had spent weeks
planning.
            “When Yash’in
first arrived, he was quite talkative,” Kai began. “He told me what he had
planned for one human with a spawn in its chest but I would have never guessed it was you.” Kai tossed Isis into the centre of the floor with a grunt and slowly
circled her, thrashing her gown. She felt foolish for not seeing the connection
sooner, but to her credit it was hard to make. The human life span was so short
and Isis looked fairly young. That alone made
Kai wonder, if a normal human would have died several times over with the time
that passed, why Isis was alive. Unfortunately
for the woman Kai had eyes everywhere on the ship and found out the reason.
            She held it in her hand now,
twirling the syringe pen between her slender fingers. “Are you crawling for
this, human?”
            Kai fisted her hair again and yanked
her head up, showing her what she held. Although it would do nothing for the
damage the spawn already inflicted on her, it was the only thing that would
still the creature in her chest and make it dormant again.
            Kai released her head with a shove
and laid the device at Isis’s side. The woman
stretched a trembling hand toward it just as Kai stamped it under her heel.
            “You were so careful,” she chuckled,
grinding the bits into the floor. “But did you really think you could hide it
forever?”
            Isis
could only gasp. Her lungs were filling with blood,
she could taste the coppery pang in the back of her throat. The slender bullet
shaped head of the spawn was burrowing through sinew and flesh with an awful
sound, tearing her from the inside out. Kai watched her spit out a mouthful of
blood and rolled her over with her foot.
            “I suppose you did,” she tsked.
            Isis’
dress swam with awkward movement, pulsing as the creature stretched at the
space between her breasts with its head. It wanted out and Kai, taking the
blade she hid under skirts, moved to help it, slicing down the length of the
dress to cut away one less barrier. She pressed the knife to Isis’
skin just as Gi returned.
            The Vae
moved so quick, Kai did not see her until she was knocked on her back. Gi cleared the couch in a graceful leap and smashed the
bottle in her hand against the Elder Female head. The Elder did not know it,
but Gi had not been a seamstress all her life and she
was not going to allow the female to harm anyone in her house while her babies
slept.
            Gi’s ivory
hands ripped at a nearby stool, shearing a leg clean off. She spun it expertly
in her hands and crouched into attack position as Kai stood. She was waiting
for the female to make the first move when her son’s scream made her turn. She
looked away and Kai swung the blade in her hand, slicing her cheek open.
            Gi
stumbled with a scream, turning slightly on her side. Kai kicked at her with
all her might and sent her flying into a wall, knocking her out cold. Gi slumped down the cold surface and fell into a pile at
its base. Kai stalked to her side and pulled her head up by a fistful off white
cottony hair, exposing her slender throat. She took the blade in her hand and
raised his head, aiming to slit her throat from ear to ear when something
grabbed at the back of her head.
            Isis
yanked Kai away, ripping a fistful of locks from her head before punching her
hard in her wounded jaw. Kai fell on her side and immediately scrambled away,
but looking up she realised there was nothing to fear. Isis
fell on her hands and knees again, coughing blood on to her cinched and
trembling fists. Blood poured like a faucet from the widening wound in her
chest, from inside her, the spawn’s screeching could be heard as it fought its
way through her ribcage. Isis lay on her back,
with arms out to her sides, waiting for the inevitable.
            The sounds of the suite, Gi’s laboured breathing, the cry of the baby and now the
twin girls, who were roused by their mother’s screams, and the waning beat of
her heart melded into one disharmonious assault on Isis’
ears but she could make out one voice above it all.
            “Using your last bit of strength to
defend your fellow foreigner,” Kai clicked. “How sweet…and
incredibly stupid. Moving only makes the drugs work through your system
all the quicker, but I am sure you know that now.”
            Buddy wriggled wildly and free now.
It punched its head through her chest and Isis
arched off the floor with a scream. The children screamed in unison at the
sound but a voice, full of bass, cut through them all.
            “What are you doing?!” Kai turned
and saw her son filling the doorway, glowering at her. They were supposed to be
escaping, nothing more. They did not have time for anything else. It would be
last meal soon and he, as all asegians, would be
expected to be in attendance to serve the others. They could come looking for
him when he was not found among them.
            “I finished what you began,” she
said kneeling at Isis’ side.
            She reached her slender hand in the
woman’s chest, wrapping around the thrashing tubular body and pulling it out
with a wet pop. Like she had been unplugged, Isis
immediately stopped screaming. She let out a long hissing breath and closed her
eyes, falling still against the floor.
            Kai stroked the creature in her hand
like a pet, letting its spindly tail curl round her wrist. It was beautifully
unique, unlike she had ever seen. It was brown like its host, its curves less
boxy and severe than it’s contemporaries. The slender
protrusions in its back arched like wings but were slender and jointed like
fine leafless branches.
            “Give me that abomination,” Yash’in hissed, reaching for the thing. “I will crush it.”
            Kai darted away from him and
sheltered the spawn against her chest. “This creature will make you great
again, my son” she said.
            Yash’in could not
comprehend what she was talking about but he was certain of one thing, “We
should concentrate on escape now.”
            Yash’in
took her by the shoulder and tried to move her to the door, but Kai protested.
“I want to watch her die.”
            “You will waste time and we will be
caught,” he said, pushing her out into the hall. “Head for the lifts, I am
behind you.”
            Yash’in
watched from the doorway until his mother reached the shiny double doors of the
elevators. When she pressed the button, he looked back inside the room to the
female spread out on the floor. Although he never said it, Yash’in
knew his father loved this woman. He could tell by the way he spoke of her and
how often he spoke of her that it was true.
            He liked the male his father became
since she entered into his life. And it had been her that changed him. She was
his support and confidant, the only body that remained at his side when others
turned away, including himself. It wasn’t fair that he
should loose her like this, it just wasn’t.
            Yash’in
took his fist and punched through the silent alarm, pulling out the wires that
were inside and shorting the door in the process. He moved the heavy thing to
close before joining Kai in the lift. Riding in silence, watching his mother
pet and coo to the abomination wrapped around her hand, Yash’in
hoped whatever good fortune carried the human thus far was still with her. He
hoped against all hope that they’d find her in time.

            The car that held the mother and son
fugitives whizzed past another as it descended to the docking levels. The doors
of the second car opened and Ali’shir stepped forward, a fist full of blood red
flowers at his side. He felt terribly foolish carrying the plants around with
him but Heron swore by them, saying they helped him smooth things over with Gi many a time and at this point, Ali’shir was willing to
try anything to get his mate to come home.
            He had given her space, thinking
that would let her calm and return to her senses, but he could no longer bear
the separation. He missed waking up with her curled against his back. Meals
were uncomfortably silent and boring without her and there was no one to greet
him when he returned home. It did not even feel like home without her.
            As he walked, he rehearsed what
Heron told him to say. He had the idea to go in and wing it, but his friend
assured him that no good could come from deviation from the script. He was
repeating the words for a hundredth time when he turned the corner and sounds
of distress thudded against his ears. His heart raced when he realised it was
coming from the vicinity of Heron’s suite. Ali’shir sped down the passageway,
rounding another corner to see the male already at his door, trying to pry it
open. Some of his neighbours tried to help him, but it would not budge.
Ali’shir abandoned the flowers in his hand and ran to the male’s side, adding
strength to the multitude that pried at the entrance.
            “What happened?” Ali’shir asked.
            “The alarm was tripped,” Heron said
between grunts. “I called inside but neither Gi nor Isis will answer.”
            That worried them both the most. Gi couldn’t help but talk, Isis
was never at a loss for words and neither of the females would let Sagar scream like he was. Ali’shir dug in harder, pressing
his foot against the wall as he yanked at the metal. The males roared in
concert, twisting with all their might until the thick sheet peeled back,
curling away from the frame.
            Heron was the first to abandon the
misshapen door and hurry inside. The smell of his mates
blood compelled him to. Standing in his foyer, he could hear his son even
louder now, screaming in his room. Elsewhere his daughters wept, turning the
knife of fear in his chest. Thankfully his eldest son was with friends in the
sparring halls, so he did not have to worry about him.
            Walking into the dimly lit nursery,
his son stood in his crib, his fat little arms outstretched toward him. Picking
him up, Heron checked him over and then went to his daughter’s rooms, happy to
see they were alright as well, but like
his youngest a little bit shook up. Careful to retrace his steps, he moved them
toward the light of the open door, where others crowded round, ready to take
them. Heron handed his son off first, putting him the arms of a kindly elderly
female neighbour and then his daughters, before going back to look for their
mother.
            He fumbled in the darkness a moment,
moving overturned furniture until he could near the light switch. He kept them
off while he took his kids outside because he did not want them to see what had
happened and it turned out to be a sound decision. Turning on the lights he saw
Gi face down on the floor, blood marring her ivory
flesh. Heron leapt to her side and turned her over. At the rise and fall of her
chest, he breathed a sigh of relief. She was alive.
            Heron gathered her in his arms and Gi murmured something indistinct against his chest. It was
a warning, that much he was sure of, so he called to Ali’shir to tell him to be
careful but there was no response. Cradling his mate against him, Heron called
for the male again. He was beginning to get worried when he approached the
sitting area, he could scent Ali’shir was there and Isis,
but perhaps the danger had already found them. Heron shifted his mate against
him as he pushed open the door. He froze at what he saw.
            On his knees, rocking her limp body
in his arms, Ali’shir pleaded with Isis. He
stroked her face, moving sweat slicked curls from her lifeless dark eyes,
kissing the pale and frighteningly cool skin underneath. His hand gently
covered the wound in her chest as if that alone would fix it. Heron watched
from the dark of the corner and hugged his mate closer, shamefully grateful
that was not him. Hoping it would never, ever be him.
            “Isis?”
            Heron turned his back quickly as Gi shifted in his arms, groaning the name as she fought to
regain consciousness. He did not want her to wake to see that. He wished he
himself had not seen it.
            “What happened here?” Navin had arrived, ready to repair the wounded with the aid
of his apprentices.
            Fushel and a small fraction of the
Ship’s guards were behind him. “Yash’in has escaped
with his mother’s help,” he recapped quickly. “I am assuming they,
or one of them, was responsible for what happened here?” Fushel asked Heron.
            The pilot ignored him until one of
the Healer’s apprentices took his mate. She pleaded softly for him to stay,
held his hand with a deathly grip, but he pried it away, tucking arm at her
side with a soft pat. Now that his family was safe, he was needed elsewhere.
Fushel and his warriors would want all the help they could get to restrain
Ali’shir when they wrenched his mate from him.

A/N: LovyDovy thank you! Cupid
you got me blushing, I’m glad you like the other stories too! Jazz, I think you are the first to see
the silver lining in the confession. It was supposed to be a moment of total,
albeit brutal honesty, but the key word is honest. It’ll be discussed further
once I crank that chapter out. Midnighteyes,
yes, sadly this marks the absolute beginning of the end. I know of someone who
wrote a story where a female predator falls in love with a human man, two in
fact. The first one follows your description perfectly (‘The War of Azarumakh’
by Hakucho).
The other, if you replace ‘falls in love’ with ‘mercilessly rides almost to the
point of exhaustion and some tearing’ does not but is still a thumping (insert
pun here) good read on predaphiles. I’ll try and
convince him to post it here.
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A Union of Convenience (Formerly ‘Alone’)