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3rd pov

Xavior is the king of aliens. He left his planet in search of a specific strand of dna. His people have only been living til 40 then dying off and because of this his species number's are dwindling. He heard human's can live til 100 sometimes past that and their number's are through the roof. So overly populated that many die off due to their government's just see number's. Not people not living breathing thinking things and they are just disposable. His people airn't and just because he acts like he doesn't care doesn't mean that's true. If he can find that one human that potentially poses that strand he can save his people. The cost? Their life but one life for 100,000 is worth it. He tried to find it in his kind first because he knew that his kind wouldn't die from the procedure due to their abilities but human's are weak always have been always will be.

He though would never accept a human as a queen. They are weak and not fit to be queen.

Back in the control room a thought processed through his mind. Maybe that's why his soul called to her's maybe she was the one with the missing dna that he needed to sustain his people.

As much as he wanted to check her he knew he didn't want to fully let her go yet. He had to keep looking for anyone other than her. He knew she wasn't fit to be queen but that didn't mean part of him part of his soul didn't crave her. And so he quietly slipped to his room ignoring the stares in hopes he could sleep on it but how long could he push off this idea?

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months.

The idea she could be the one to save them was on his mind every day and every day he heard the same thing. Not this one. This human doesn't posses it. And as those days went by he sat in the corner of the diner everyday watching her as he ate the shitty food. Protecting her even if he didn't own up to it. She was growing on him but was he on her?

Zenia always noticed how he stared how he only wanted her as a his server. As much as he was attractive it didn't mean that it wasn't starting to get weird. As the days turned over she started asking if Stacey would take over for her for him. She would laugh and brush it off with a wink. Stacey began enjoying how uncomfortable this man was making Zenia feel, not in a mean way she knew she would never let him hurt her. Just in a haha kinda way.

The end of her shift finally neared grabbing her belongings she walked out the door. Ignoring the creeper who stared at her. Tonight was a late night so the streets lights were on while she left. Pulling her smokes out her purse she lit one and continued to walk down the road when the subtle footsteps behind her made her uneasy. The closer she got to her house the better she felt. She wasn't walking faster she watched the shadows on the ground and the sounds behind her.

Walking up her steps she felt the presence breathing behind her. With out turning around she spoke.

"You have two simple options, one walk away. Two make yourself known, I can't guarantee what happens after that." Her voice never waved. At this point she wanted to hurt someone she had been feeling herself slowly losing her mind to all the weird shit happening in this small town and to her.

His gruff voice spoke.

"I didn't mean to scare you, I was just making sure you got home safe." She spun around to face him as he stood at the bottom of her stairs. She pointed at him.

"You did not scare me. Hell no. You're fucking weird. Following people watching people? Does that not register as fucking weird to you?" She practically yelled at him. He looked taken back. It never crossed his mind as weird. He had an attachment to her. He was her's and she his. Yet he knew she didn't know and he couldn't help his protectiveness towards her even if it was weird. If he kept this up watching her from her surroundings they would never get anywhere.

He looked back to Zenia and nodded.

"I apologize." He spoke. As he did so he then clicked his lemiax. A holograph of his second in command popped up and he spoke.

"It's time." Xavior spoke to him and his second in command nodded.

Zenia looked on astounded what in the actual fuck she thought and started backing towards her front door fumbling with her keys in her purse as quite as she could. Finding her house key she ran to her door as he was distracted on the holograph. Unlocking it and running in slamming her door and locking it behind her. She switched her lights on and ran to her kitchen grabbing a knife when she turned around he was standing in her kitchen.

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN HERE!" She screamed at him. He put his arms up.

"I'm not gonna hurt you." He spoke.

"Okay ya cool. I was not at all worried you were gonna hurt me. Ya uhm nope. Not like you haven't watched me at work for months then followed me home and now some how inside my house in a second after I locked the door. And what the fuck was up with the holograph?!" She babbled on and she heard him chuckle as she looked at him.

"Why are you laughing?" She asked pointing the knife at him.

"This is the second time you've threatened me with a knife." He chuckled out. She looked baffled at him.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" She asked as she started rounded the counter slowly to get to her phone.

"Like I said second time. How you think you got that mark on your neck? Yet you can't remember how." This time she stopped in her tracks. Barley lowering the knife before she caught it and pointed back at him.

"You gave me the mark?" Just as she spoke footsteps rounded the corner. Two other men stepped behind Xavior. If she had to pee she would have pissed herself then.

"Get out my house." She spoke deadly calm. Instead of listening Xavior waved his hand making the knife fly out her hand. Stepping towards her.

"Sorry about this, but it's best." He spoke as his hand gripped her. Shock waves simulated through her causing her feelings she didn't want to feel at this time.

As if he felt it. Xavior ripped his hand off of her instead nodded to his men and they stepped forward. Zenia's fight or flight became action. She started to bolt away from them as one of the men caught her by the waist. She started swinging with no actual landings. Her adrenaline overrode her thoughts. She was fighting without an actual fight.

"LET ME GO!" She screamed.

"I'm sorry, I can't." Xavior spoke behind her coming closer with a needle in his hand.

"Why not?! You don't have to do this you make your own decisions." She continued trying to get free of the man but now the other man held her arms down.

"I already tried to let you go, but I couldn't." He spoke as he looked at her then shoved the needle in her arm. A shriek passed her lips.

"What are you talking about?" The questioned whispered out her lips just as the world went black around her.