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Surfing with the Alien
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The whole building rocked and shook. Everything on my desk jumped and dust fell from the ceiling at that almighty thump. My first thought was that there was an earthquake, but we were Mountain View, not San Andreas, and I'd heard no chatter about an earthquake. I began to wonder if maybe there had been an explosion. People were scrambling around, rescuing things that had fallen, and She walked in.
I had never seen her before and had no idea who she was. She definitely didn't work there. She strode in like a queen. I was the boss, so I guess everyone thought I should be the spokesman.
"Excuse me, ma'am," I began. "Did you just come from the roof?"
"Yes," her voice sounded... tight, as if she wasn't accustomed to using it. She cleared her throat and spoke again. "I saw the stairwell. Was coming in like that... rude?" Her voice was low-pitched and husky. Magic dripped when she spoke.
"Well, most people come in the front door," I mentioned.
"I apologize," she said. "I shall certainly use the front door next time."
There would be a next time? I suddenly realized I wanted very badly for there to be a next time. God, she was gorgeous! She was very dark complected, I had thought of African descent, at first, but she looked... different. I couldn't quite place it. Her hair was as black as a raven's wing, flowing down in her back in waves to the middle of her thighs. It looked very thick and... almost heavy. She was very tall, probably over six feet, but it looked like nothing else was possible for her. She was slender, but oh so female: her hips swelling in a sensual curve, her breasts large and high. Her legs were about a mile long and she was wearing some sort of shimmering scaled bodysuit, hugging her like a second skin.
She appeared to have on very high heeled platform black boots that came up past her knees, as tightly formed to muscular calves as her bodysuit was to the rest of her.
I shook my head to clear the fog looking at her was creating. I ignored the way she was dressed and concentrated on her face. That was just as disconcerting. I thought I had never seen such a beautiful face. It was an elongated oval, wider at the top, a broad high forehead, very light eyes and dark eyebrows. Her lashes were the longest I'd ever seen, her cheekbones high and there was a little hollow to her cheeks. Her small ears appeared to be slightly pointed at the top. She didn't appear to be wearing any makeup, but her skin was flawless. I knew I needed to say something.
"Umm... I'm Rawlins, Rawlins Murphy."
"I am very pleased to meet you, Rawlins," she said. "My name is Ember."
"Would you like to come into my office, Ember?" I asked. "Can I get you something to drink?"
She raised one immaculate eyebrow. "What do you have?" she asked.
"Well, water, tea, coffee, pop, energy drinks..."
"I shall have an energy drink," she said.
"Wait right here," I said. I rushed away and got her a Monster. I stopped and asked Herbert, our maintenance guy, if he would mind checking the roof for damage.
She looked puzzled when I handed it to her, and just held it awkwardly. "I wish to speak to whoever is in charge of this building, then to you, personally," she said.
"Well, that would be me in both cases," I said. "Please, let's go sit in my office."
I escorted her in and pulled up a chair in front of my desk for her. She sat and looked at her Monster. "Have you a knife?" she asked.
"I have a pocket knife," I said. "Why do you need a knife?"
"To open this," she said. "I could grow claws, but it would be... messy."
The fuck? What did that mean, "grow claws?"
"No need for either." I was improvising. "Let me show you." I took her can and popped the top, handing it to her.
"An interesting device," she commented. She took a drink and it looked like she was a little shocked, but liked it. "Very good," she said.
"Umm... Ember, I hate to be inquisitive, but how did you get on the roof, and why are you here?" I asked. "It sounded like there was an explosion up there. Are you hurt?"
She giggled, and it did... interesting things, temporarily making me bereft of the power of speech.
"I am unharmed," she said. "I landed on the roof. I apologize for startling you."
"Do you have an aircraft up there? A helicopter or something?" I was floundering.
"No, I am an 'aircraft,' I suppose," she said.
She was bonkers. I had the most gorgeous crazy woman I had ever seen sitting in my office. Not that I had much experience with crazy women, gorgeous or otherwise. I would have to proceed carefully.
"I don't understand," I said.
"In my other form, I can fly," she said.
"I'm sorry, other form?"
"Yes, I am a dragon," she said. "THE dragon, you might say."
Okay, then. This was worse than I thought.
"Umm, Ember, how long have you been a dragon?" I asked, very diplomatically and indulgently, I thought.
She raised that eyebrow again, thinking for a moment, it seemed. "Well, 12,563 years," she finally said. "That is my hatching date."
"Wow, so you are an ancient dragon," I mentioned, barely holding it together.
I got the eyebrow again. "I sense that you are skeptical," she said.
"Well, I've never met a dragon before," I said.
She laughed. "No, I suppose not. I am the last dragon. Would you like me to demonstrate?"
"Well, are you going to breathe fire and burn the place down?" I asked.
She giggled again. It was very distracting. How could she be so utterly, breath-takingly, spectacularly gorgeous, cute as hell and bat-shit crazy at the same time? I suddenly had a thought.
"Oh! Ember, is this a publicity stunt? Are you shooting for a movie?"
"I am uncertain," she said. "What is a 'movie?'"
She drank the last of her Monster and her hand... changed, her fingers suddenly grew eight-inch glittering obsidian knives and she tossed the can into the air. The claws flashed faster than I could see and the can fell to the floor in two pieces, sliced cleanly.
I shot to my feet. "Please... are you going to hurt us? Please, Ember, don't hurt anyone," I begged.
She looked shocked, and hurt. "Noo, I would never hurt you or the rest of my family here," she promised.
"Your family? I'm sorry, I think I'm losing my mind here, Ember. Will you please explain to me what is going on?"
"I have... lost my clutch." Suddenly she was sobbing, tears streaming down her gorgeous face, her body shaking. "They were... I'm..."
I hurried to her chair, knelt beside her and held her shaking form, hugging her, trying to console her obviously shattering grief. I grabbed the box of tissues off my desk, patting her face, drying her tears, but they just kept coming.
"I don't understand, Ember. Please don't cry." She was breaking my heart. "You have to explain to me. Make me understand.
She grabbed some tissues, and sobbed into them for another long minute. "I apologize," she finally managed. "My clutch..." she sobbed again, burying her face in my shoulder. "They... they perished. It was an accident. I... I lost them. They were the last hope for our race. I was desolate. I wandered far, through time and space, madness nearly taking me. I passed this place and sensed you... you... had my heart, and I sensed that your clutch loves and respects you."
"My... clutch?" I asked.
"These," she gestured vaguely around. "The other humans here. I knew, you would be my people, my family. I will watch over you, care for you, Rawlins. Protect you. You will be my clutch."
"I..." I had no idea what to say. Jesus Christ! This was like waking up in some fantasy shit. Hell, it WAS some fantasy shit. What the fuck?
"You must introduce me to the rest of our people," she said. "I will protect them, as well."
"Well, I hardly know what to say, Ember," I said hesitantly. "What do you expect from me... from us."
"Love, loyalty," she said. "I will love you and be faithful to you, in return."
"You realize this is going to be quite a shock," I mentioned. "None of us believe that dragons are real. We've never seen a dragon. No one has ever seen a dragon. Everyone believes them to be fantasy creatures."
She looked puzzled. "But I have encountered humans before, when I was a hatchling," she said. "Surely there would be... records."
"Twelve-thousand-year-old records? No, Ember, we don't have any records that old. There are myths, fantasy stories. No one will believe you are a dragon. Hell, I wouldn't have believed it myself if I hadn't seen... that." I gestured toward the remains of the Monster can.
"I see. We could arrange a demonstration," she said. "Can we gather the clutch outdoors, and I will show them my dragon form?"
I had to chuckle. "Well, we can, but I expect the 'clutch' will be quite shocked by such a demonstration."
"Can you gather them?" she asked. "Where is the front door?"
"Front door?" I asked.
"Yes, you indicated this was the proper entrance and egress," she said.
"Oh, right. Let me make an announcement," I said.
I got on the intercom. "All personnel please report to the back parking lot,"
We waited for a minute, then I led her out. Walking beside me, we were about the same height, and I felt a hot little hand slip into mine. I glanced at her and she smiled. "Is it okay?"
"Yes. How is it that you speak English, Ember?"
"I don't," she said. "I am speaking the dragon tongue, which all species understand as their own language. It is the original language, and you understand it, instinctively. I am uncertain of the mechanism by which I understand you. I seem to understand the language of all living things. Even beasts."
That was weird and magical shit, but then, she was a dragon. We walked out the door and around the building to the back lot. The 15 of us who worked at the observatory on our shift were standing there talking.
"Sup, Rawlins?" my PA, Elana, asked.
"Hey, guys, this is Ember," I said. "She has something she wants to show us. Now, this is going to be weird as fuck. You're going to be shocked, but please don't be afraid. She has something to show us, and tell us. You wouldn't believe the telling part until after the showing part, okay? Just don't panic. Nothing dangerous is going to happen, it's just going to shock the hell out of you. You're all calm?"
They all assured me they were. They may have been, but they sure as hell didn't stay that way. I turned to Ember. "Do your thing."
There was a shimmering, a shifting of space/time, it seemed, and she was hidden in what looked like heat waves rising off a desert. When I could see, Ember was gone, but not gone. She was huge! I would have guessed 50 feet long, including her tail and neck, and at least 15 feet tall. It was definitely her, though. She was the same shimmering blue color as her body suit had been and there was a sense of... Ember about her, and her wings...
