Alien Intent (Captured by Aliens Book 3)
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Authors: Jaide Fox
Captured by Aliens Book Three
ALIEN INTENT
Jaide Fox
© Copyright by Jaide Fox February 2015
Cover art by Eliza Black, © copyright February 2015
www.jaidefoxbooks.com
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are
of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance
to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Taken from Earth, Jasmine Gray and the
other abductees awaken on an alien spacecraft, bound for a faraway world and a
doomed civilization. When a rogue virus destroyed all viable females, the men
of Chalcydon are forced to look elsewhere for brides—and the unlucky Earthwomen
are their only hope to save their dying race. In Jasmine’s mind, they’ve all
been selected as breeders, and she has no interest in making babies for alien
captors.
Captain Dar Tagnon had no intention of
claiming a bride for himself, until his meddling Prince and Princess order him
to seduce a particularly troublesome female. In his mind, women are to be
docile, not willful and disobeying. This Jasmine Gray is the last women he
would ever choose for himself, but orders are orders, after all…
Rating: Highly detailed sensual content
with some strong language between consenting adults. Futuristic Romance. Book
three of the Captured by Aliens series. It is recommended to read the series in
order, but not required—this book can be read as a standalone. Also contains a sneak
peek of an upcoming fantasy romance.
The
phone rang above the explosion on the television. There was no ignoring or
denying the annoying ringtone beckoning them to answer. Jasmine Gray and her
cousin, Samara Brooks, startled from their lounge on the overstuffed couch--neither
wanted to move from their comfortable position. The phone stopped and then
immediately rang again. Whoever it was really wanted their attention.
Samara huffed
and paused their movie. “Someone always calls when we get to the good part,”
Samara said.
“Yeah. I
know.” Sitting up, Jasmine scooped the phone off the coffee table and looked at
the screen. She rolled her eyes and looked at Samara as the phone continued to
ring. “It’s Cyndy.”
“What
the hell is she calling this late for? She always goes to bed early,” Samara
said, looking vaguely concerned. It was eleven o’clock at night, and they all
had to go in to work by eight.
“Guess I
better answer it. It might be an emergency.” Jasmine swiped her finger over
the screen and put it on speaker. She propped an elbow on her knee. “Hey.
What’s up?”
“Jasmine!
Oh my god. The lights are back. You’ve got to come right now,” Cyndy said.
Her voice sounded strained and abnormally high-pitched. “I’ve been watching
them move over the city for the past fifteen minutes. Something’s going on, I
know it.”
Samara
sat up on the edge of the couch.
“What
lights?” Jasmine asked.
She
could hear the exasperation in Cyndy’s voice. “The lights dancing in the sky.
Don’t tell me they’re stars or a helicopter. Those don’t move like this.”
“Cyn,
we’ve got work tomorrow. I can’t come this late. And you know I hate that
road in the dark—,” Jasmine began, but Cyndy cut her off before she could
finish making an excuse.
“If you
love me, you’ll come. I’m counting on you. Bring Samara and her camera.
Tonight’s the night. I’ve been watching the lights dance like lightning.”
“Are you
sure it isn’t just fireflies? Just use your phone and we’ll look at it in the
morning—”
“My
resolution isn’t worth shit. I need high quality res and you know it. I’m not
going to the media with fuzzy crap video so I can look like a lunatic in front
of the whole world. Get your asses over here now. I’ll be outside waiting on
you,” Cyndy said and hung up before Jasmine could respond.
“She’s
losin’ her damned mind up there on that mountaintop by herself,” Samara griped.
“What kind of dad leaves his kid a house out in the boonies?”
“One
that wants his daughter single?” Jasmine growled and stood. “Anyway, she
ain’t got any other friends. Let’s go see the
aliens
so we can hurry up
and come back to bed.”
“Yeah.
So much for watching a movie,” Samara said as she walked off to retrieve her
handheld digital camera before joining her cousin to leave the house.
The
pitch black night didn’t seem to have a single star in the sky to illuminate
their way as Jasmine drove the long winding road up to Cyndy’s house. Heavy
cloud cover smeared the dark sky with swirling smudges of grey. The lack of
light from above gave Jasmine an eerie premonition. She wanted to believe Cyndy
was pulling her leg, but as crazy as Cyndy was, she knew better than to screw
with them this time of night. What could she be seeing from her lookout
advantage if not stars or flight patterns of airplanes?
The headlights
pinging off reflectors in the middle of the road were the only sources of light
for miles, making her feel drowsy when she was already tired from a long day.
Jasmine gritted her teeth as the car buffeted from a gust of wind that whipped
the close-crowded trees. She clutched the wheel as her nerves wound tighter
with dread.
Narrowing
the higher they drove, the roadside trees scraped alongside the door like
fingernails on chalkboard.
“Gah! There
goes the paint job,” Jasmine grumbled, turning onto the ruts marking Cyndy’s
driveway and passing her white mailbox.
“It’s
probably not that bad. Damn. This place gives me the creeps,” Samara whispered
and looked out the window, giving a visible shudder from the corner of
Jasmine’s eye. “Shouldn’t we see the house lights by now?”
“Yeah, I
thought so.” Jasmine glanced at her cousin and quickly returned her eyes to
the road. Forced to drive at a snail’s pace for fear of bottoming out in a
rut, she hadn’t noticed until Samara had spoken that the darkness continued
right up to the house. The lack of light spooked her. She didn’t want to get
out of the car. But if something had happened to Cyndy…she couldn’t not go see
about her.
“Didn’t
she say she’d be outside?” Samara asked.
Jasmine
stopped the car beside Cyndy’s sedan in front of the house. With unspoken
reluctance, they both got out of the car and tread carefully up to the dark
porch.
Samara
hugged her arms around herself as Jasmine knocked hard on the door.
“Cyndy?”
Jasmine called, punching out a beat with her fist. “Hey, do you hear that?”
Samara
looked at her. “What? I don’t hear anything.”
“Exactly.
Where’s her dog? Prissy barks like a maniac whenever we come over.”
“Oh
shit! Stop trying to scare me. Doorbell,” Samara said, pressing the button. Nothing
happened. “I’m officially freaking out now,” she said, looking at Jasmine. She
tried the handle, but the door was locked.
“The
power must be out? Let’s try the back door,” Jasmine said, stepping off the
porch when her knocks went unanswered.
The tree
canopy rustled in a swift wind, reminding Jasmine of scuttling beetles. The
urge to shiver caught her as curly tendrils of her dark
hair wrapped around her face. She tucked her hair behind her ear and
listened to the wind howl like a banshee. With her eyes adjusted to the dark,
she could see well enough not to break her neck as they walked to the side of
the house.
“It’s
only been like forty minutes since she called,” Samara said. “Let me try to
call her.” She dug her phone out of her pocket. The screen blinked on, a blinding
rectangle in the darkness.
Jasmine
nodded and kept her eyes averted to avoid night blindness. The wind speed
picked up, blowing leaves around her sneakers. Samara’s phone flickered off
just as they reached the back porch.
“Fuck,”
Samara said, swiping the screen to turn it back on. “My phone died. I guess I
forgot to charge it.” It usually ran out of juice by this time of night. Shrugging,
she slid the phone into her back pocket.
Jasmine turned
to the door to knock and try the knob. This door was locked up as well, and
there was no response to her knocking either.
“Jasmine!”
Samara whispered, pulling the tail of Jasmine’s shirt. “I just saw something in
the sky.”
“Don’t
fuck with me right now, Samara. I’m scared enough as it is,” Jasmine said,
turning just as Samara stepped off the back stoop.
Samara
was visibly shaking and pointing at a thick cloud swirling above them. “Right
there. You can’t see it unless you come down here.” Instead of waiting,
however, Samara ran back under the stoop.
“Now I
know you’re fucking with me. What?” Jasmine said, rolling her eyes. “Y’all
must’ve planned this out ahead of time. Well it isn’t April Fool’s Day,
Samara.” She turned to step off the porch, but Samara grabbed her.
“Don’t
go out there, please!”
“You
just told me to go look!” She shrugged her off. “I’m sure it’s just stars. Or
a satellite.”
“Uh
uh.” Reluctantly, Samara followed Jasmine to the clearing in the backyard.
They both looked up at the sky. Clouds churned overhead, sometimes moving
enough to reveal the night sky. She’d seen a picture of something similar on
the internet—people had thought it was a UFO but it was a perfectly natural,
rare, phenomenon.
Samara
pointed up. “There! You see it? That white light! Oh my god. There’s three
of them now.”
“Pfffff.
No—oh, shit. What is that?” Jasmine squinted at the sky through an opening in
the clouds. Sure enough, three stars formed a line as the clouds feathered out
and dissipated. “That’s Orion’s belt…” she said, drifting off as one of the
dots jumped straight up and disappeared from sight. A second ball of light
rotated to the right, forming a ninety-degree angle, and then it too blinked
and shot up. The final light remained stationary and then grew in size, getting
larger and larger as it came straight for them. Blinding light rained on
them—the circumference increasing with each passing second.
Terror shot
through her veins like a dose of amphetamine. Her heart made a painful thud in
her chest before it galloped out of control. Hairs rose on the back of her
neck.
“Get in
the house. Now, Samara,” Jasmine said in a voice chilled by fear.
“But
it’s locked!”
“Break a
fucking window!” she screamed.
Spinning
on their heels, they ran through the clearing towards Cyndy’s house. Before
they could cross the short distance, the glowing orb reached them.
Nothing
should move that fast
, Jasmine thought. Her heart raced but her mind
felt sluggish as adrenaline flooded her brain. Dimly, she heard something
mechanical, like ball bearings screeching through a metal shaft. The grayish
blue night disappeared under the onslaught of a white spotlight. Samara
screamed and tripped, hitting the grass and sending dirt clods flying. Was she
crying? Samara never cried. The air went still and all sound ceased save for
the pulse pounding in Jasmine’s ears.
Jasmine
stopped to help Samara to her feet and braved a look at the sky. Circles
within circles of blinding light caught her in a trance. She felt her mouth
gape, her muscles go lax. Frozen in place, she was helpless to do anything but
watch as the light swallowed her whole.
***
Consciousness
returned slowly, painfully. Jasmine’s head hurt like a motherfucker. She
groaned. Her eyes shut tight she rolled onto her side, gripping her head. A
cold metal floor supported her weight, making her hips and back ache. In a
fog, she wondered if she’d been arrested and taken to jail.
“She’s
waking up,” a voice said. Cyndy’s voice.
“Wake
up, cuz,” Samara said, touching her arm with gentle fingers.
Slowly,
Jasmine opened her eyelids, blinked a few times, and focused on Samara’s broad,
dark face hovering above her. Just behind Samara stood Cyndy Perez. Above
them both stretched a silvered ceiling emanating a soft glow across its entire
surface. The lack of light bulbs struck her as odd.
Jasmine
sat up and frowned at Samara. “Wh—what,” she croaked. Her mouth and throat
were dry as the Sahara. She wiggled her tongue trying to work up some
moisture. “What happened to your hair?”
Samara
snorted and grabbed her short locks, which almost touched her shoulders.
Jasmine had never seen Samara’s hair grow so fast. “Someone took out my weave…I
think. I guess aliens don’t like extensions. Look at your fingernails.”
“Aliens?”
Jasmine asked, looking at her hands. Her manicure had grown out. The nail
polish and topcoat were near the top of her nail bed but her nails had been
clipped back. “What happened?” she asked, looking at Cyndy. “We were trying to
find you at your house.”
“We’ve
been taken,” Cyndy said, sitting beside her friend.
“We?
Taken?” Jasmine said, looking beyond Cyndy and Samara. The room they were in
was filled with
dozens of women huddling
together with frightened looks on their faces.
“We’ve
been taken by aliens,” Cyndy elaborated.
Jasmine
scooted back and got to her feet. “Whoa, whoa whoa! How the hell would you
know that? Where’s the door out of here?”
“There
is no door,” Samara said, standing.
“Of
course there’s a door. How did we get in here? You just haven’t looked hard
enough yet. And what’s this shit about aliens?” Jasmine pushed through the
throng of women until she reached one wall.
“We’ve
looked everywhere. There’s no way in or out,” a petite Spanish girl said.
“I’m Lupita, by the way.”
“Jasmine,”
she said, touching the wall. The moment she did, a pulse of light shuddered
beneath her fingertips. An image flashed briefly on the wall, like a
television screen turned on.
“It does
that sometimes,” Samara said. “I was feeling around, thinking about how much I
wanted to go home, and a picture of our apartment came onto the wall. I think
it picks up your thoughts and displays them.”
“Maybe
to make us feel more at home so we don’t revolt and cause a panic,” Cyndy said.
“That’s
the craziest shit I’ve ever heard. This isn’t science fiction. We’re not in a
movie,” Jasmine said. But she noticed no one else dared touch the wall. She
thought about the Smoky Mountains in fall and touched it again. The metal
reflected a mountain range covered in colorful trees of red, orange, and
yellow.
“I wish
that was true,” Cyndy said quietly.
