EXTRACT FOR
Extraterrestrial Love
(Author Unknown)

Introduction



Author's Note: There are two main characters in this story - Seyai and Zevran. Zevran is human, Seyai has her origins elsewhere. There are subheadings throughout this story depicting the two characters' points of view. Different World is used to relate to Seyai's point of view, and New World is used to relate to Zevran's point of view.





Seyai's Thoughts

    

    My memories of coming into this world as a baby are long gone. I do remember reaching out and holding a pale white finger gently, smiling, but that is the only memory that has stayed with me all these years. I don't recall a face or who it was, just that finger. And autumn leaves flying all around us.

    I may never know who that person was and I'm fine with that. Some things are better not knowing. 

    When you're told something at a young age, your mind becomes so fragile. I was told many things at a young age and I'll admit I didn't understand most of those things. I was just a child after all. Love is taken for granted these days. 

    Sometimes I wonder?

    Is it the gravitational pull of this planet that hangs like an anchor on my heart or is it the sickening feeling of being around these aliens, who constantly feed off each other and show nothing but contempt for life, even for their own?

    I remember listening to a singer named Michael Jackson as he sang a song for the Earth. 

    I wonder?

    Did these aliens ever listen to that song? Listen to the lyrics? Do they ever listen to those that try to help them see their ways? I suppose not.

    I remember one night, when I was in California, watching the moon on a cliff in a dark red dress with black wings. It was called a fallen angel costume for Halloween. I don't usually wear jeans and pants. My mother won't allow me to grow accustomed to wearing such things. I usually wear skirts and dresses.

    Sometimes, I feel like I am looking at my planet when I look at the moon. There is so much magic in the world, but everyone is too blind to see. 

    It is funny how being on earth changes you.

    One time my father took me to Lebanon, PA, to a festival and there were these nice aliens giving out free things like clothes and food. They had people who greeted and prayed for others. I thought that was sweet. I met a lot of nice people. I did not know there were still nice people on this planet. And yet, looking back on it now, I wish I had not come to Earth, because I see more bad than good.

    Sometimes you are forced to make choices and those choices are never easy. I spent my whole life knowing I didn't have a choice in anything. And I suppose I was ok with that and accepted it. Even though I know why I am here I still don't understand my purpose ... my destiny ... why I was born and who I was born to be with.

    But just because I'm explaining these feelings to you, doesn't mean this story has a happy ever after? I do not know how it will turn out.





Chapter 1

    

    Different World

    

    I was in my room unpacking the rest of my stuff. It was not late yet, but I was in my pink night gown. I look at all my pictures on the walls, dresser, and nightstand. Pictures of my mother, father, and I. We look happy, but the problem with pictures is they only capture a moment. They either serve as good or painful memories. 

    Just then my father comes to my room.

    "Hi Angel." He said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. I just continue unpacking. He grabs my hand. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asks me.

    "Nothing." I told him plainly.

    "Seyai, do not lie to me."

    "I am not lying; I am just tired."

    "You are never tired. When the moon is up, you are up."

    "Dad please, you worry too much."

    "You are right. You know I love you?"

    "And I love you."

    "Your mother and I are going out for a while, we will be back around four in the morning."

    "Where are you guys going?" 

    "I am going to take your mother to a lovely restaurant. If you want to come along to just get out of the house and see the rest of the town then you can."

    "No I saw the looks mother has been giving me, I don't think she likes me very much right now."

    "Your mother is fine and she loves you. Stop thinking she hates you."

    "Dad you've seen the way she looks at me and how me and her cannot even talk anymore. I am not stupid. You taught me how to read people and I have been reading her ever since we moved here." I then sat on my bed and look at him.

    "Your mother is just tired."

    "Tired of me."

    "Seyai I am just taking your mother out so me and her can talk and give her a sense of peace."

    I put a smile on my face. "Then why won't you guys be back until four in the morning?" I ask knowing why.

    "Take that smirk off your face. I swear sometimes I feel you grow up too fast." He said as he gave me a kiss on my forehead.

    "Dad what if-"

    "Don't! It won't happen."

    "What if it does?"

    "Then they are other alternatives. Seyai remember you must have faith. I know it is hard, but I assure you it will happen. Remember that nobody believes in you more than me."

    "Ok."

    "Don't stay up late you have school tomorrow."

    My dad shut my door and I go back to unpacking. By the time I unpack the moon was out. I open my windows so that the light from the moon would come in my room more. Then I turn on the TV to see Rodgers's & Hammerstein Cinderella on the Disney channel. I smiled to myself this was my favorite movie when I was child. I loved the costumes, music and characters. I use to make my dad stay up with me all night watching it. My mother was not fond of television. If she had it, her way there would be no TV in the house, but my dad convinces her because I would be bored to death. 

    After watching the movie, I went to sleep just thinking what awaited here in this new town that would end up boring to me death. I want to be believe my mate lives here and I will find him finally, but this might be the last months of my life if I don't find him. 

    I decided to go to sleep. I wouldn't be able to enjoy television while worrying about tomorrow. As I laid my head against the pillow I thought about all the lucky people in the world who had someone to hold them and caress them at night.

    

    New World

    

    "Are there any areas where you two feel different in your marriage?" Dr. Phillips said crossing his legs with his pen and note pad in his lap.

    And as I sit here on this black couch looking at the woman who is sitting way across from me on my far right I do not know what I am doing here. This didn't make any sense and I do not believe in this. How did I go from a happy family to now ending up in a marriage counselor's office? Was I ever happy or was it an illusion to begin with?

    

    Amanda tightens her lips. "I feel that the love and passion isn't there anymore." She said looking on the floor.

    I wanted to smile, but I knew it would seem rude. I know why she didn't feel love or passion with me. It is because she allowed another man to replace me in that category. She was weak.

    "Why is that Amanda?" Dr. Phillips asks her.

    "We don't talk anymore. And when we do we always end up arguing."

    Dr. Phillips then looks at me. "Zevran you have nothing to say to this?" He asks me.

    I rolled my eyes. "I do have something to say actual. We sit here and pay you hundreds of dollars an hour just for you to ask us silly questions?" I ask him as I folded my hands.

    He looks shock. "Mr. Michaels I have you know I am sorry if I have asked some-"

    "Don't apologize." Now I was laughing.

    "Why not?"

    "Because you are the one that is our therapist."

    Amanda then looks at me like she wanted to kill me. "Zevran you promise." She whispered.

    I look at her back. "Now you look at me? It is funny how you can sit here and tell a stranger all personal details of our lives, but you can't talk to me."

    "You see he is doing it again! Therefore, I cannot talk to him!"

    Dr. Phillips threw up his hands. "Ok, ok why don't we all just calm down here. Zevran is there anything you want to say to your wife?"

    I look at the floor. "No" I said slowly above a whisper.

    "Nothing at all?"

    "No"

    "No comments about what she said?"

    "No"

    "Not even a word?"

    "I said no!"

    The way I yelled cause both her and the doctor to jump. I did not mean to yell, but he was annoying me. If I had something to say doesn't he think, I would say it! I swear I don't like being in this situation and the next day was the first day of school. I needed to get home, rest and get prepared I don't have time for this.

    "We have no sex life and that is making me very stress out." Amanda blurted out.

    I swear when she said that it took every fiber out of my being not to get up and walk out. I did not feel comfortable discussing sex with a therapist who isn't a sex therapist. I shifted in the couch just to prove a point about that.

    "Let's explore that." Dr. Phillips said waving his pen.

    "I rather we not talk about sex." I said immediately.

    Amanda then looks at me again. "Why not? I find it very odd that you can't touch me anymore like a husband should be able to touch his wife. We are practically strangers that live in the same house."

    I turn my head slowly to Amanda. "Not everything is about sex. Maybe if you took your head from between your legs you would realize that."

    "How dare you talk to me with such disrespect! So, it is my fault why we haven't been intimate?"

    "Amanda sex with you is not my top priority is that a crime?"

    "Oh you didn't mind sex with me all those years and now ever since Heather died it's been-"

    "Don't bring our daughter into this!"

    Things got silent as we both stop looking at each other.

    "No please do not stop. This is good you two are communicating." Dr. Phillips said with enthusiasm.

    "Doctor no offense, but I have to get home and if it is all the same to you I think this will be my last session, but Amanda is free to still visit you."

    I was getting up, but the doctor got up with me. His 5"4 was embarrassing compared to my height of 6"5. I had to look down at him as he talks, with his white hair, smooth back and tight suit.

    "Listen Mr. Michaels I know how you feel." He tried to say.

    Flashbacks of the ambulances and Heather foaming at the mouth suddenly came to my mind and I had to close my eyes to get rid of those memories. 

    "Did you ever lose a child Dr. Phillips?" I ask him losing my patience.

    He looks at the ground. "No"

    "My youngest child Heather I was singing to her and playing with her in the park, watching her hair bounce and her catching butterflies then the next day I see is her body convulse out of control and then the doctor tells me she died by a rare illness don't you dare try and tell me you understand anything about me or my daughter sir."

    I then slammed the door. Amanda was going to stay in their longer I am just happy we both drove separate cars because I could just get in my car and drive off. It was a nice time to cry which is what I did as I laid my head against the steering wheel.

    When I was calm enough to drive myself home I pulled into the driveway feeling depress and lonely. It was night time and the moon was out and everything was quiet. I go into my office and prepare what I needed to prepare for the first day of school tomorrow. When I was finish preparing I look at my cell phone and Amanda sent me a text saying that she would be not be home tonight something important came up. I toss my phone to side as I shook my head.

    Home by myself again tonight. I should be used to this by now, but does a person ever get use to feeling lonely? I suppose I have. I have been doing it for a while. I sat in my living room and turned on the TV I was flipping through the channels but stop when I came across the Disney channel. It made me think of Heather so much. I wanted to cry so I turned the channel. 

    I shouldn't even be watching television. Tomorrow was going to a long day again for me. Another classroom of kids that I needed to make into mature adults. Night soon came and I crawled into bed dreading the first day of school. It was never an eventful evening for me.

    

    Every day of our lives, we hope to fix our problems. 

    What if what we thought was the problem, was the answer to everything?

    It happened to me on the first day of school.

    From the moment, she walked in, I knew she would be a problem. Her white high heels echoed against the white floor of the classroom as she walked in. I wasn't paying attention at first. I was going through papers and making sure I was prepared, but when she walked into my classroom, I just got a vibe, this feeling that forced me to look at her. What should have been a simple look, turned into a mesmerized gaze as the wind blew her hair. The way her hair dance around her with the wind was so ... alluring and hypnotizing. 

    I was frozen, as I held my breath. It was like gravity stop and nothing in the world existed, but her at that moment. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean. She was slender and wore a lace white, long sleeved shirt with a short peach skirt that showed off her beautiful legs. I assumed she was mixed due to her light brown complexion and jet-black hair that hung in banana curls all the way to her waist.

    The students were chatting, Twitter and Face book guiding them as I rushed to keep my files in place. Katy Perry's "E.T." starts playing from a student's IPhone as soon as she walked in. I gave that student a warning look they must turn off their phone or else. The beautiful girl that just walk in looks at me and then takes a seat all the way in the back to the far right of the classroom. She walks so gracefully and quietly.

    I quickly shake off the tingling sensation that was in my head, before turning my attention back to my class.

    "Alright guys settle down now. My name is Mr. Michaels and I will be your biology teacher for the school year."