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A/N: GO BACK AND REREAD THE LAST CHAPTER. I MADE CHANGES TO IT THAT ARE IMPORTANT TO THIS CHAPTER. Though it is for the most part, only toward the end. Anyway, story; Now with formatting! I also have no idea where this is going. Those two things aside, thank you for the reviews, sorry for making you wait so long, but do continue to feed me. Reviews nourish an author. And also let them know that people are actually reading and liking what they are writing.

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Helix

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Laila slowly came in to awareness, her eyes still closed, her breathing even, she felt the presence next to her, felt the radiant heat from it, the slick smooth slip of his skin, his scent calmer now, soothing. She opened her eyes, levelling a stormy gaze at A�apep. He was still, unequivocally not human. Humanoid, perhaps, but without doubt, he had not originated from any Earth-native ecosystem she could call to mind. And she hadn't even seen his face yet. Her face darkened at the thought. She had, enthusiastically, given herself to A'apep. It bothered her on a fundamental level that she had yet to see his face. His breathing changed, and he shifted.

�Good waking� he rumbled, running his fingers through her long hair �I have a gift for you.� Laila smiled, her irritation soothed. A'apep stood, extending his hand to her. She took his hand, smiling, he was so much more polite than anyone who had ever courted her. She noticed that she was decidedly not outside, and while she had assumed as much, she hadn't really realised that she was in, what she assumed, was his ship. She preened under his gaze, pleased she had gained his trust so quickly. He led her from the sleeping chamber, down a passageway that was simultaneously gargantuan and cramped. She supposed a lot of it had to do with the fact that the lighting was so low, with a greenish cast, throwing deep shadows in to the arched ceiling. He pulled her away, toward a large room, the greenish lights somewhat brighter, gleaming eerily off of the polished skulls that lined the wall. She traced the elongated skull in front of her, so alien and smooth. She inspected the sides of the skull with her fingertips, finding no eye sockets she continued downward, her fingers catching on needle fine incisors. A'apep rattled an appreciative purr.

�That was my first hunt. He gave me the three scars on my back.�

Laila turned to him, one palm still flat against the smooth surface of the dead beast's forehead.

�It has no eyes.� her hand ran along the side of the skull again, curious and intrigued.

�They sense by air vector.� A'apep made a sweeping motion with one massive hand, as if to indicate to her his exact meaning. Laila was too busy trying to recall basic insect biology to get properly riled at his over simplification. She petted the skull again.

�Come,� A'apep said, �we are not here to marvel at my trophies.�

Laila turned from the fascinating specimen reluctantly, her eyes alighting to the other heads decorating the wall, so varied in shape and texture that she thought she could lose herself amongst them for hours. A'apep motioned her forward, and she followed him to a long desk, obviously built to his height, as it came nearly to her bust while she stood next to it. He was rustling around, looking for something. Laila ran her hand over the dark metal, smooth and slightly warm from the standing temperature in the room. She inhaled deeply detecting the rust and copper scent of human blood underscoring A'apep's currently mild scent, the Guatemalan jungle hung delicately around the desk, a heady foreign scent was ingrained deeply into the metal. Laila bent forward, nearly nuzzling the flat surface to get closer to that scent.

A'apep turned to her, observing her somewhat strange behaviour. He had been under the impression that humans were lacking in the olfactory department. He watched in amazement as her fingers skittered with seeming intent over the areas within her reach that had been drenched with the blood of her assailant so recently.

�Laila?� she looked up at him, paying very close attention to his skin and hair, reading his body language. A'apep tilted his head, curious about her sudden, frank, and rather unnerving appraisal. She turned, hooked the heels of her palms on the edge of the desk, gave a delicate jump and hoisted herself into a sitting position, swivelling slightly so that she faced him, much closer to his height now.

�Yes?� A wave of uncertainty swept over A'apep. What if she was displeased? He held his full hand out to her, the skull cradled in his palm was dwarfed. Laila inspected the undeniably human head, almost glittering in the green light, the eye sockets damning in their gaze. Reaching forward she hooked her slender fingers through the defined cheek bones and brought it forward, her eyes sharp on the details and contours of the bone. Before she had settled on conservative entomology, she had considered a major in forensic reconstruction. She tried to imagine flesh covering the nasal cavity, over the high cheek bones, pulling across the jaw. She turned the skull sideways, eying it critically, noticing that the jaw was attached to the skull somehow.

�Petty Officer Allen, I presume?� A'apep let out a breath, he'd been concerned by her silence.

�Yes. I took his trophy for you. He was your kill.� Laila looked up at him.

�You stabbed him too. How could you tell who killed him?�

�It was your weapon that pierced his heart. I was acting in rage.� the admittance brought a tide of shame through him; he was too seasoned to be acting so rashly. Laila ran her fingernail over the ridges of the nasal cavity.

�Fascinating...� she said softly, lost in thought. Obviously his culture was that of trophy taking, or at least he was a trophy taker... And if he killed humans, and took their trophies, did that mean she could be on the chopping block? She looked around again, training her eyes specifically for human skulls. Littered amongst the alien and the familiar were the remains of other humans, some newer looking than others, all of them seemingly male and adult.

�Did you kill Collins?� She shifted her gaze back to A'apep.

�Yes.� No remorse. But then, she supposed the he wouldn't have any, she thoughtfully circled her palm around the crown of Allen's skull.

�May I see him?� A'apep eyed her for a moment and then turned, fetching down a skull from a trophy rack very near the table.

�Usually I prefer more fight from my kills, more honour, this one was almost a mercy killing, he was so weak.� Laila snorted in amusement;

�No doubt.� laughter tingeing her tone.

A'apep was somewhat taken aback by this, as he had been by her smooth and calm acceptance that she had killed a man. Weren't humans a remorseful bunch? Sentimental about the killing of members of their species? She was watching him, he noticed, and he put Collins away, still debating whether or not he was going to dispose of the trophy.

�What species are you?� Her sudden keen interest in his classification further unnerved him.

�Why do you want to know?� He felt a bit defensive, really.

�I slept with you. I don't really think it�s untoward... you are certainly not human, at least not any variant I've seen.� Laila watched him, palming Allen's crown thoughtfully. A'apep was puzzling over the term �slept with� they had slept with one another, he supposed, did humans only do that if it meant something? In which case was intercourse less important than sleeping with your rutting partner? Very intriguing. He voiced his questions.

�It�s a turn of phrase,� she began, �we use it, because for the most part, humans are embarrassed by sex, we are societally programmed to think that it�s dirty, something to be discussed in private and with euphemisms.� she paused, thinking �Though casual sex is liberally participated in, contradicting the whole �sex is bad� mentality. So yes, to an extent, sleeping with the person you've had sex with means a fair bit, as most people just fuck and leave. And those who accidentally fall asleep with you often leave before you're awake.� her tone turned bitter. �With most humans, it is rare, unless you are in a relationship of some type, to wake up next to the same person more than once.� she gave him a significant look. A'apep processed this information.

�Humans do not mate for offspring?�

�For the most part, no. Its simply something two people, who often don't know each other, very well, participate in, generally after a night of binge drinking, or indulging in some other intoxicant. Some humans do engage in intercourse for the purpose of procreation, and some only have sex to procreate.� Laila was amused to be giving sex ed to an alien.

�So humans are not a monogamous species?� he supposed that made sense, the more genetic mixing, the more opportunity for superior offspring.

�That is terribly complex. Most that have intercourse with goal of a child in mind are monogamous, though some conceive accidentally during a one time liaison. Others who are in committed relationships bring in other partners from time to time, sometimes for extended periods, with or without the intention of conception. And of course there are homosexual relationships that are monogamous, and they for obvious reasons, are not having sex with procreation in mind.� she though she had described in the most concise terms possible for such a massive subject. She sighed, �I suppose the shortest answer to your question is simultaneously yes and no.� she narrowed her eyes �That however, has nothing to do with my question.�

A'apep straightened, he realised he had no way to truly deny her; she had already seen him, noticing him much more quickly than many of the males of her species that he had hunted. Aside from that, they had engaged in intercourse, and he'd brought her inside his ship. He admonished himself silently, she made him so rash.

�I am Yautja.� he took great pride in his lineage. He lifted his hands to his mask, disconnected the hoses and lifting it away from his face. A'apep flexed his mandibles appreciatively; they were beginning to get cramped from being confined within his mask for so long. He looked directly at Laila her heat signature had barely changed; her scent remained, for the most part, even and sweet. He knew that he was fearsome, even among his own species, he was taller than most males, and very darkly coloured, the quills on his face and his hair were the of the deepest black. He had been a highly desirable mate ever since he had passed his Chiva.
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