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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Science fiction stories
- Subject: Love / Romance / Dating
- Published: 01/27/2019
Alien LoveBorn 1947, M, from Oceanside, United States
We first met when he came into the library where I worked and asked if I could recommend a book about aliens and humans falling in love. That’s when I steered him towards a book called Alien Love. Then after checking out his pick, I watched his six foot plus frame leave through the front doors. All the while my stomach swirled like a cake mixer on high. What was wrong with me? I didn’t know him from Adam, and yet, there was something almost animalistic about him that had me feeling a whole lot of warmth—and not just under my collar.
“Jill, are you alright?” my coworker, Sarah, asked me. She had been checking in returns at the other end of the counter.
After realizing she was talking to me, I assured her that I was fine. “I was just watching that guy walk away.”
“I don’t blame you,” she replied in a kind of dreamy tone. “He was one hell of a hunk. I hope he comes back again soon.”
“So do I,” I mumbled more to myself than her.
He did, the next day.
“What’s the matter,” I asked him, “you didn’t like the book?” I figured he must have stopped reading; he was back so soon.
“No, I liked it a lot. In fact . . .” He held it up. “I’ve already finished with it. I’m here to see what else you have.”
“You finished it already!”
“Wow! You must be one fast reader!”
“Okay, then follow me. I’ll see what else I can find for you.”
Dropping the book on the counter, he followed me over to the science fiction section, and stood behind me while I perused the shelves. I could sense him looking at me. And even though it was somewhat distracting, I liked the way it made me feel.
When I finally found the book I was looking for, I turned to him, and was just about to tell him it was a book of short stories about romance between species, when the words stuck in my throat. I couldn’t get them out. All I could do was stare into the depths of his gem-like blue eyes. I was lost. It took his deep rumbling voice to finally drag me out of my stupor. “So you think I’ll like this one, too?” he asked.
Stumbling over my words, I replied, “Ye . . . yes . . . you should like this one a lot. It’s a book of short stories. They’re all about romance between different alien species.”
He smiled. “Thank you,” he said then followed me back to the counter where I checked out his choice. While doing so, I glanced at the name on his library card. I hadn’t paid much attention to it the first time. The name on the card read Sharpton Wolf. An unusual name to say the least, but the sharp part was definitely the right word for him—all six feet or more of sharp edges and chiseled features.
After I handed him his book, he smiled and tipped the side of his finger to his forehead, as if he was touching the brim of a hat. “Ma’am!” he said then turned to leave. Once again, I found myself breathing deeply as I watched him go. I felt like a school girl swooning over the captain of the football team. Too bad Sarah wasn’t around today, I thought. She would definitely have loved to have seen him again.
The next day, he showed up just as I was about to go to lunch. This time, Sarah was with me. But instead of acknowledging the both of us, he came straight to me and enquired if I would like to have a cup of coffee with him?
“I don’t drink coffee,” I told him, “but I do drink tea.”
“Tea then,” he said
Staring once again into his gem-like blue eyes, I found myself saying yes without even the slightest bit of hesitation. Then after breaking contact with his gaze, I gathered up my pocketbook, and turning to Sarah said, “I’ll see you in about an hour. Mr. Wolf and I are going for tea.” Although Sarah tried to make it seem okay, I could tell she was disappointed.
Leaving the library, Wolf and I headed for the Starbucks next door. I ordered a large hot tea and a plain croissant, while Wolf ordered a medium dark coffee and a chocolate croissant.
After we sat down at an outside table, I said to him, “So I’m assuming you’ve finished the anthology, too?”
“Yep!” he said, nodding.
“How is it you can read so fast?”
“I have what you might call a photographic memory.” I nodded, but at the same time, raised my eyebrows in surprise. I had never met anyone with a photographic memory before.
After taking a bite of my croissant and sipping my tea, I asked him the inevitable. “So what do you do?”
For a moment, he seemed confused by my question. But then smiling replied, “Oh, you mean for a job?” I nodded. “I’m a graphic designer.”
“Freelance, or do you work for a company?”
He shook his head. “No, just on my own.”
I thought that was a strange way to put it, but I let it go, and then asked him if he was a native Californian? “Not really,” he replied, after taking a bite of his croissant. Then before I could ask him anything else, he said to me, “How about you? Are you a native?”
“No, I’m originally from Connecticut.”
“That’s on the East Coast, isn’t it?”
I stared at him surprised. How could he not know where Connecticut was? “So if you’re not sure where Connecticut is, does that mean you’re from Europe or Asia?”
“Neither,” he replied. “But I am from far away.”
At that point, he touched the back of my hand, which happen to be sitting on the table next to my croissant. After that, I couldn’t tell you anything more about what we had discussed. The next thing I knew, we were on our way back to the library, after being away for what turned out to be two hours!
As soon as I reached my station, Sarah started grilling me about our little date. “It wasn’t a date,” I said to her emphatically. “It was just Starbucks!”
“Yeah, but what did you guys discuss? I mean, who is he? Where does he come from? How much money does he have?” I frowned; I thought that was rude. But before I could answer any of her questions, the library’s director came to me and asked if I’d follow him to his office. Oh, God, I thought! I hope it wasn’t about how long my lunch break had taken!
It wasn’t. Instead, he needed me to take some paperwork down to our other branch and give them to Kathy, the supervisor, there. It had to do with an upcoming event we were having. Relieved, I grabbed my purse, and told Sarah where I was going. “Don’t forget to tell me all about your date when you get back,” she said.
Frowning, I informed her once again, “It wasn’t a date!” Then I left.
Our other branch was about five miles away. After parking my car, I started toward the front entrance. That’s when Sharpton Wolf suddenly stepped out from behind one of the cement pillars. My immediate response was paralyzing fear, but that only lasted a second. Once I saw his dazzling smile, the fear melted away, and the heat returned.
Trying to keep it light, I said with a chuckle, “You stalking me now?”
“No,” he said. “I just wanted to—” Suddenly, his eyes went wide. “Watch out!” he shouted and grabbed my arm.
Before I could turn to see what he was looking at, everything around me went black for a second. At the same time, I felt a slight pull to the left, almost as if a giant vacuum had tried to suck me inside. And then, we were back in daylight again—but not in front of the library.
The first thing I became aware of was a frigid wind blasting me like a hurricane. What the hell, I wondered as I looked around? Once again, I found myself gripped by paralyzing fear. Instead of standing in front of my library’s branch building, we were now standing on top of a snow-covered mountain.
My mind went into crazy mode as I stared wide-eyed at Wolf. “What just happened?” I asked him, shaking from both fear and the cold. “And where the hell are we?”
“Try not to be afraid,” he said, while the frigid wind continued to blast me into near hypothermia.
Jerking way from his grip, I stepped back and yelled at him, “Are you crazy! You’re telling me not to freak out when we’re . . . wherever we are!”
Wolf looked at me with true concern then said in a calm voice. “Come inside out of the cold and I’ll explain.”
“Inside where?” I said, glancing rapidly around the snow-covered peak. I saw no sign of a shelter, or the entrance to a cave.
“Here, he said, as he made a sweeping gesture with his arm. And that’s when his spaceship appeared. Just like that, it popped into existence!
Once again, I found myself shocked into immobility. I was staring at what looked like the top half of a turtle’s shell, but very shiny, as if it was made of polished chrome. It stood on three leg-like struts, and had two huge square-looking exhaust thingies on one end. They kind of reminded me of the thingies on that car in the Back To The Future movies?
“Is that . . .?” I said, pointing.
Wolf nodded. “Yes, that’s my spaceship.”
Forgetting the cold and wind for a moment, I stared wide-eyed at him and then at his ship. “How do we get inside?” I asked, while still trying to deal with the insanity that had become my reality.
“This way,” he said, gesturing once again with his arm. Suddenly, an oval shaped doorway appeared in the side of his ship, and a set of metal-looking steps unraveled down to the snow-covered ground.
“Come inside,” he said, “and I’ll explain everything to you.” When I hesitated, he said, “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to kidnap you or anything.” I still wasn’t sure I should go, but the cold was threatening to turn me into a human popsicle. So slowly, I followed him toward the opening. The snow and the wind were making it hard to walk.
“If you’re wondering?” he said over his shoulder. “I teleported us here.”
Teleport, I thought! “You mean like in Star Trek?” It didn’t dawn on me that he might not know what Star Trek was.
But he nodded and said, “Yes, but without the use of machinery.” No transporter, I wondered? Did that mean he could do it on his own?
Climbing the metal steps, we entered his spaceship. Immediately, I felt warm air all around me. He must have the heat on; thank God!
As soon as I stepped inside, I got another shock. The interior of his ship looked like what a small corporate jet must be like. Everything was pale beige in color. The walls were padded. There were four captain’s chairs—two facing front, two facing aft. Plus there were overhead bins like on a passenger jet.
“I suppose beyond that wall is the cockpit?” I said pointing forward toward a wall with a door in it.
“Yes,” he nodded. “And behind you is my sleeping quarters and the engine compartment.” When I turned, I saw another wall with a door in it. Both doors front and rear were closed. I wondered if his ship also had a bathroom?
“Sit,” he said pointing toward one of the captain’s chairs. I did and he sat in the one opposite me. “Now ask me anything you want.”
Where to begin? I had a thousand questions. “Before I begin,” I said to him, “could you close the door. Even though it’s warm in here, I still feel a cold breeze coming in.” He smiled and nodded, then did that thing with his arm, and the opening in the side of his ship closed up with a sort of whooshing sound. The wall was now totally smooth, with no hint of a door. “Thank you,” I said, relieved not to have to deal with the cold anymore.
“Now go ahead,” he prodded. “Ask me anything you want.”
Instead of asking him something about his home planet, I said, “Why me? Why did you choose to contact me?”
Dropping his eyes for a moment, he went on to explain, “I was in the process of inserting myself into your human society when I saw you come out of the library one day. I think you were going to lunch. Anyway, the moment I saw you, I felt I had to meet you.”
“Because of all the humans I had seen so far, you dazzled me the most.”
I could feel my face get red. Obviously he was giving me a compliment, and yet at the same time, for some reason, I felt a tiny bit of fear grip my stomach. “You liked what you saw?” I asked. He nodded. Because of my attraction towards him, the fear began to melt away and I found myself feeling much more comfortable. “Okay,” I said, crossing one jean-covered leg over the other, “so, what are you doing here on Earth, and where did you come from?”
He started by telling me about his government. It sounded an awful lot like one of our communist countries. “Is your whole planet like that?” I asked.
“No, just the area where I live. Because I had been very vocal in my opposition, I got word that I was about to be arrested. That’s when some colleagues of mine helped me steal this ship.” He gestured around him.
“Does everyone on your planet look like you?” I asked.
He shook his head. “We have as much diversity in appearances as you humans have here on Earth, though I did have to make a few cosmetic changes in order to fit in.” I wondered what those were, and what he had looked like before.
“So what happened back at the library? Why did you suddenly look so scared, and why did you teleport us here?”
“I’m not sure how they tracked me down, but I saw two of my government’s security people. They were here to either arrest me, or kill me.”
A lump formed in my stomach. “Would they have killed me, too?” He nodded. The lump grew. “So now what are you going to do?”
“I’ll have to vacate your planet as soon as possible.”
The lump in my stomach melted into sadness. “Permanently?” I asked him.
Once again, he shook his head. “Only until our rebellion succeeds.”
I felt both happiness and fear. “Your people are going to overthrow your government?” He nodded. “And how long will that take?”
“Hopefully not much longer.”
That’s when I knew I had to ask. “Will I ever see you again?”
Looking deeply into my brown eyes, he smiled, and said in a husky voice, “I hope so.” That made some of the warmth I had experienced earlier return.
After answering a few more of my questions, he teleported us back to my library’s branch. He had us appear near the loading dock behind the building then told me he felt sorry he had to leave so quickly, “But I have to get back to my ship and take off before they find me again.”
“Before you go, can I ask for one favor?”
“Will you allow me to kiss you?”
Grinning from ear to ear, he replied, “I’d like that a lot.” Then he leaned down to my five foot, seven inch frame and gave me a very human like kiss. I felt a small jolt of electricity go through me. I didn’t know if that was just my reaction to his kiss, or he did something to me? I didn’t care. I knew I was going to carry that moment with me for a very long time.
As soon as I got back to the library, Sarah excitedly started asking me once again how my little date with Wolf had gone? “I’ll tell you in a minute,” I said, touching the back of her hand. “I just need to go to the lady’s room first.” Then I left and hung out in the science fiction section of the shelves, while I waited for the memory wipe to take effect. It was a little gift Wolf had given me before we left his ship.
“What can I do about my colleague, Sarah?” I had asked him. “She’s going to want to know everything about you.”
“Use this on her,” he replied, retrieving something from the pocket of the tight black T-shirt he was wearing. It clung to his muscular build almost like a second skin.
“What’s that?” I asked, looking at what he held in the palm of his hand. It looked like a plain silver band with a slightly raised nub in the center.
“Just slip this on your finger. Then touch the nub to the back of her hand and she’ll forget all about me.”
Looking up into his Gem-like blue eyes, I asked, “Is that what you used on me earlier when we were at Starbucks?”
He looked embarrassed. “Yes, but not as intensely. I wanted you to remember me. I just didn’t want you to remember all that you asked me. I knew if you asked too much, the truth about me might come out.” Now it was my turn to feel embarrassed.
When I returned to my station, I said to Sarah, “Kathy said to say hello and hope you’re feeling better.” Sarah recently had a bad cold. She smiled then continued checking in books, and putting them into a cart for one of the pages to reshelf.
Although the rest of the afternoon continued question free, I kept expecting Sarah’s memories of Wolf to return. When they didn’t, I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
The next two days were a little rough for me. Every time the doors to the library swooshed opened, I looked up, hoping to see Wolf; each time I felt a pang of disappointment.
Then Saturday arrived and we were going to have our author discussions and book sale in the branch where Kathy worked. Her branch was newer than ours, and had an actual auditorium in which to hold conferences and talks.
We had six authors coming to talk about their latest books, and answer audience questions. What I had totally forgotten until I glanced at one of the posters again, was that the author of Alien Love was among our guests. Silvia Patterson had written a new book—Hard Rock Love—but Alien Love was her most recent and best-known novel. When I saw the small stack of hard copies of Alien Love on the table in front of where she was to be sitting, I felt a huge cavity open inside my chest and stomach. I really missed my fugitive alien!
Weeks went by with no word. Then one day, I got called into the director’s office. They said I had an urgent phone call.
Oh, God! I hoped it wasn’t my mother? She had a bad hip, and could easily have fallen. “Mom?” I said, after picking up the phone.
“Not really,” replied the deep, rumbling voice on the other end.
A thrill shot through me. “Wolf!” I exclaimed.
“The one and only,” he replied.
“Where are you, and did your rebellion succeed?”
“I’m at Starbucks and yes, it did.” I was so happy, I felt like dancing! “Would you like to go for a cup of tea?” he asked.
Clutching the phone tightly, I breathed an emphatic, “Yes!”
These days, we’re living together. And Wolfy actually is a graphic designer. Something he said he learned how to do as soon as he got here. “After all, if I was going to hang out on Earth for a while, I would need something to keep me occupied.”
I chuckled, knowing that him being an alien with the ability to teleport anywhere he wanted, he didn’t really need to stay in one place while hoping to find something to keep him busy. But it turned out he was really good at it . . . amongst other things, which was one of the reasons we had to add sound-proofing to our bedroom.
Talk about howling at the moon—the both of us!