Are you keeping an eye out today? You should! It’s Extraterrestrial Abductions Day, so you better be careful or you might find yourself on a spaceship.
I can’t believe it’s been two years since There Will Be Aliens was published. It’s one of my favourites and still one of the stories I think of most often. I had so much fun writing it. We have huge aliens with tails and sharp teeth, but something has gone wrong in their evolution, and they’ve lost most of their emotions.
This has led to no one wanting to have children, so in an attempt to save their race they’ve gone to Earth since they’re compatible with humans and are there to kidnap a group of women – yes, very much the March needs women trope.
Something goes wrong though because when Zenon sees Carlo, he realises he doesn’t want a woman, he wants Carlo, so naturally (😳) he takes him.
Kidnapping aside, this is a pretty light-hearted story. Stoic aliens who have to learn to live with and interact with humans and their emotional rollercoasters LOL
There Will Be Aliens
Carlo Russo is having the worst day. Not only has he lost his job, caught his boyfriend cheating, and had one too many shots with his best friend Grace, now he’s seeing aliens too. Big, black, tail-equipped aliens. After a futile struggle, he and Grace find themselves on a spaceship leaving Earth.
Zenon Scoreceds Qhainqons doesn’t know what it is about the earthling male. Their mission is to bring back ten females in hopes of them being able to provide their planet with children, but he wants the male. What he’s going to do with the male, he doesn’t know, but he’s claiming him as his payment for going on the mission.
Carlo doesn’t approve of kidnapping, but the aliens aren’t too bad, and once the language chip is installed, he finds it entertaining to talk to them. Zen in particular. They’re standoffish and never show any emotion, but Carlo has no problem cuddling up next to Zen at night.
All Zenon wants is to spend time with Carlo, but it’s his job to get them all home in one piece. Will he be able to keep Carlo safe from all the dangers lurking along the trip? He has to because Carlo is his, and he’s not letting him go.
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Carlo Russo plucked the cigarette from Grace’s fingers and put it to his lips. He wasn’t a smoker anymore, had quit six years ago, but tonight he needed it.
Grace huffed. “It will be okay, you know. He’s an ass.” Her dark blue eyes lit with anger. “My God, what an ass he is. I don’t understand why you didn’t walk out of there a long time ago.”
“I love him.”
She shook her head. “You don’t.” When he was about to object, she kept on talking. “You love the idea of a boyfriend. You love having something you can call a family. You love belonging. You love having a home. You love someone needing you. But you don’t love him.”
He stared, wishing he had a thousand pieces of evidence to prove her wrong, but he didn’t. Ryan breaking up with him hurt. It hurt way more than he’d believed it would. But Grace had a point. It was not belonging anywhere that hurt the most.
“You’re smart and good-looking. You’ll find someone else.” She gave him a wet kiss on his cheek and stole back the cigarette.
“Eww.” He rubbed his cheek. “Do I have lipstick on me now?”
She laughed and blew out a cloud of smoke around them. “It’s nothing that would kill you.”
He wasn’t sure. Lipstick probably had a million different ingredients causing cancer and shit in them.
She linked her arm in his and rested her head against his shoulder. “One day, you’ll find Prince Charming.” She gazed at the stars. “Or we’ll build a spaceship and move to the moon.”
Carlo grimaced. “The moon? You won’t get me to set foot on a spaceship. Never.” He shuddered at the idea. Astronauts had to have some severe brain damage to willingly leave the planet. He looked at the stars. Out there, there was nothing but eternal blackness. It was like being in a grave.
His heart beat fast as the night sky pressed down on him.
Grace’s voice made him jump. “What?”
“You’re doing the claustrophobia thing.”
“Claustrophobia is not a thing.”
“Okay.” She shrugged. “But you’re doing it. Your muscles tense, your breaths come faster.” She took another pull at the cigarette. “I know the signs.”
“You were the one talking about the two of us on a spaceship.”
“Space is never-ending. How can it trigger claustrophobia?”
Carlo’s lungs shrank. “It’s dark, you can’t breathe, there is no way out, and did I mention you can’t breathe?”
“Easy, easy.” She chuckled and patted his arm. “One, people like us will never go to space. Two, no one would ever force you into a spaceship. There are enough idiots fighting to get on one for there to be any room for someone who doesn’t want to go. Three… I can’t think of a third, but it’s absurd to think people like us would ever get near something as high tech and expensive as a space vessel. I mean, imagine how many NASA people we’d have to blow to see a picture of a ship.”
Carlo laughed. “NASA guys aren’t my type.”
“Mine either.” She bumped his shoulder with hers. “You’ll be okay.”
The sorrow weighed down on him again. “Will I?”
“Of course. Ryan was a controlling bastard, a cheating controlling bastard. You need to find someone who makes you laugh, not someone who makes you worry that you’re doing or saying the wrong thing.”
Ryan could be controlling. He demanded to know where Carlo was at all times and called him every fifteen minutes if he went outside the apartment. But Carlo had believed he was that way because he cared, because he worried. The cheating… It had come as a shock, and it flipped Carlo’s world. Was he blind? Naive?
“Don’t think about him.” Grace bumped his shoulder again. “You want another beer?”
“I think I’ve had enough. More than enough.”
“Yeah? No one will be upset if you have another.”
“No. You’re living with me now—”
“I’m sleeping on your couch.”
“Yes, you’re living with me. And I say you’re allowed to have another beer.”
Carlo sighed. He had nowhere he needed to be tomorrow, nothing to do, so why not?
* * * *
Zenon Scoreceds Qhainqons steered the spaceship toward the spot in the lush vegetation they’d agreed upon. Agreed. He glanced at Brox Scoreceds Cruul on his right, then at Anek Scoreceds Dhaankrors. They’d listed several locations and then they’d blindly drawn one.
Pontybridge was a settlement like any other. He didn’t know if it truly was since he’d never been to Earth before. They’d spent a year perfecting the translation chip and Ghurva Scoreceds Vracets, their linguist, had told them what areas to scout.
Apparently, Earthlings had different languages depending on where on the planet they lived. Strange creatures.
Why they couldn’t decide on one language was beyond Zenon. Communication would be much easier if everyone understood each other. On Negudade everyone spoke the same language. The name—how he and his crew all were named Scoreceds—told others what area they were from, not the language.
“Brace for impact.” The greenery came closer and closer, and Zenon steered the ship to the dark water, coiling like an unruly tail over the land.
The shuttle shook as it hit the surface, making Zenon grit his teeth. He disliked landings and takeoffs. Or dislike might be a too strong word—they were an inconvenience.
Unbuckling the seatbelt, he turned to his crew. They were only four, and Ghurva hardly counted. So three able warriors and one linguist.
“We take ten. This is a first try. If it works, we might come back. If it’s worth the effort.” They’d been on the ship for months, and it wasn’t a trip Zenon would volunteer for again, but the planet’s future depended on it.
The others nodded.
“We go in, quiet and unseen. We take the fertile and healthy-looking and bring them back here.” He glanced at Ghurva. “Once we’re on our way, you install the language chip.”
Ghurva nodded, and Zenon hoped it would work. They had had no one to try the chips on other than themselves, and Earthlings were fragile beings—or so he’d been told. He wasn’t sure if he could trust the information.
Negudade wasn’t a big planet, about half the size of this—Earth. He’d tried to say the word in the Earthling’s language, how Ghurva had claimed it was pronounced by the inhabitants, the Earthlings, but he wouldn’t try it again.
Since Negudade was such a small planet, they only had one leader—Qheks Hannaek Koruts. Zenon didn’t dislike her, but she’d been the leader for almost a decade, and it was time for her to step down and make way for someone else.
Koruts, like any politician, did what she could to remain in office, and securing the planet’s survival had been a cause she’d pushed for the last two-three years.
Zenon didn’t say the information they got was faulty, and if it was, he didn’t think it was a deliberate mistake, but…
It was a little too good to be true to find a species compatible with them. A species who could bear their offspring, and who possessed all the traits they’d lost.
Too good to be true.
The teams who had surveilled the Earthlings were linguists and scientists, not warriors. He wanted to believe their intelligence was true, but how much could you learn from circling a planet and listening to their information flow? He didn’t trust the scientists when they said the species was harmless, and he wasn’t sure mixing their genes would be enough to bring back normal levels of dopamine and whatever else it was that they’d lost these last generations.
He understood their excursion could gain Koruts another decade in power should it succeed, but he wasn’t sure it would. Still, they had to try something. Their population had halved during the forty-eight years he’d lived. Another forty-eight and the Negudade people might be extinct.
“Do all four of us go or do we split up two and two? They’re small and weak.”
Zenon peeled back his lips and showed Ghurva his teeth in warning. They’d gone through the operation over and over, and he had some understanding for Ghurva being a civilian, and not knowing the routine. You did not change an operation the moment before you went in, that he should know.
“All four.” Brox stared at Ghurva, who shrugged.
Ghurva was the most emotion-ruled person Zenon had ever met. He’d never seen Brox or Anek shrug—he never shrugged. It was an unnecessary motion.
“It would go faster if we split up—”
Ghurva quieted and widened his eyes. Zenon shouldn’t stare, but…who wasted energy on widening their eyes? He tried telling himself it was a natural reaction, some of them still expressed natural emotional responses in communication. It made him tingle, which was strange.
Rubbing his chest, he nodded at Brox to take the lead out of the spaceship.
A quick in and out, and then the trip back to Negudade.
* * * *
Carlo stumbled on the even road. “Shots were a bad idea, Gracie.”
She giggled and hooked her arm in his. “They were. I want pizza now, and I know I’m gonna have a headache tomorrow.”
Carlo sighed. He didn’t want to think about tomorrow. What the fuck would he do with his life? He had no place to stay since Ryan owned the apartment. He didn’t have a job since Ryan owned the restaurant where he’d worked and had been fired from. He didn’t have any money since, well, he’d worked as a waiter in a restaurant.
“It’ll be all right.” Grace patted his arm.
Had he spoken out loud? He didn’t think so. “I wish we had some weed.”
“I’m not sure getting high on top of being drunk will solve our problems.”
“No?” Carlo wasn’t so sure.
“Remember when we lived in the group home on Mill Lane?”
Carlo shuddered. “I’d rather not.”
“How the fuck did we end up here, Carlo? We swore when we got out that we would do something with our lives.”
“We have. Neither of us is in prison, neither of us has a drug addiction, and we’re not living on welfare. It’s a huge step up.”
“Yes, but what about family, a nice house, or a job we like?”
Carlo groaned. “I have to get a new job.”
“See what I mean?” She pulled at his arm, gesturing at a bench bathed in the soft glow of a streetlamp under a huge oak tree. Carlo shivered in the chilly March night but allowed her to steer him to the bench.
As soon as they sat, the surrounding shadows moved.
“What the…” He squinted. “What’s that?”
Grace clung to him. “Did you slip us drugs? I think I’m hallucinating.”
He hadn’t, but could someone else have? But why would they? Four huge black forms moved toward them. Carlo sucked in a breath as he noticed white, gleaming teeth.
The aliens were eight-nine feet tall with rippling muscles, midnight black skin, and…fangs. Not like vampire teeth, but fangs—both upper and lower canines.
“Holy shit. They have dragon teeth.”
Carlo didn’t look away from the monsters. “There is no such thing as dragons.”
“Are you sure?”
Right now, he suspected he was hallucinating or dreaming, so maybe there were dragons in this reality. “No.”
One of the monsters took a step forward. His skin was so dark blue it looked black, and he pointed a sharp-looking claw at them. Three fingers and a thumb, Carlo noted. Could’ve been worse, could’ve been tentacles. Then he swished a tail, and Carlo yelped in surprise.
As they took a step forward in unison, he flew to his feet. He might hallucinate, but he wouldn’t let them take Grace without a fight.