The Invasion

Chapter 3 - Crying

I wish I could cry. For the people who lost their lives.

I turned on the TV and the only people who the news anchor seemed to thing were alive were the one who didn't leave the house at all. They steemed that Millions were already dead, and it wasn't just here. These animals had sprout out in all continents of the earth and it was thought that all of Africa was already dead, except those who lived in concrete buildings, but lets be realistic... That would be very few. In Asia, it was the same. All the world was living this nightmare. How, How had we got to this? The changes of the human race surviving were minimal unless these attacks stopped. But we didn't even know what these creatures were. We called them eagles for lack of better word. The NASA people were saying that there was something considered a spaceship aproaching earth, was this aliens then? But it wasn't possible. Was it? No matter. My mission was still the same. Protect my family, kill those beasts if necessary.

"Lana, look." I went to the window and peered through the veneers. They were lifting again, and were flying south. Probably to conquer more cities. My house was the only one heavily guarded. They acted like they were conscious and knowing, but how was that? And better yet, what were they?

Did they know I killed one of them? Probably.

"Alana, what is that thing on your arms? Young lady you better have not made a tattoo."

"Chill mom. I didn't do it. They just showed up, and I have witnesses. They came up after I killed one of THEM and named my swords. Can't you see the blood on me? And no it's not mine. I'm just gonna go take a shower yeah? I feel filthy with that thing's blood on me."

I went up stairs into my room and took all my clothes there. Filipe came inside the room without knocking and stood frozen when he saw I was naked. "You want to stare? Fine, just close the door yeah? I still have that creature's blood on me and I hate it." He snapped out of it, and closed the door but was still staring at my body. I shrugged and went to the bathroom, turned on the hot water and watched it turn red with the blood. I shampooed and all that and when I was rinsing, I felt a presence behind me. I knew who it was, and honestly, I needed to feel alive. There is nothing better to do than confirm you're alive when you've almost died.

"Lana..." His voice was a whisper and I knew what he was trying to say. He almost died, we, almost died and needed each other. I was a virgin, but I needed it as well. Besides, who best to do it with but with someone you've know all your life and trusted above anyone else?

"Get in."

We stood face to face, our bodies touching everywhere and we started kissing. Savagely, angrily, we mourned and rejoiced in our kisses. There were no concessions for my inexperience. We were alive, it was enough. He pushed me against the wall and I went willingly. He took me up in his arms, and I wrapped my thigs around his waist. With the adrenaline in our systems, we didn't need foreplay. He got inside me slowly, and after a huge wave of pain, pleasure overpowered anything else, and things got back to being wild and savage. Faster and faster we moved against each other until we both climaxed and stood there, panting.

The water cooling down our muscles making me shiver. "Did I hurt you?" So sweet he was...

"No. You didn't. Let's finish the shower now. You still have dried blood on you." We washed each other and I gave him some old clothes from before my father left. I dressed my black tights with a skin tight top and some black driving gloves. I knew I was going to fight again. I might as well be prepared for it. For my feet, I chose my combat black boots. I had a black leather jacket in case I got cold and we went downstairs. Lilly looked at me knowingly and wiggled her eyebrows with a naughty face. I nodded but my eyes were still cold and haunted so she didn't comment on it.