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As an alien’s unwilling pet, I get handled a lot whether I want it or not. It’s nice to get a few hours to myself, and I curled up in the piles of uniforms . . . and apparently fell asleep. I don’t know how long I’ve been out, but everything’s far too quiet.
It doesn’t acknowledge me. Of course it doesn’t. I’m not a person to it, which is annoying as hell.
Nasit is going to be looking for me soon enough, and I want to enjoy not being someone’s pet poodle for a hot minute.
He takes genetic profiles of multiple races of aliens and crafts a specially designed clone out of all the best traits. Those clones—splices—are to be used as a gladiator for whatever barbaric sports these mesakkah aliens are into.
My whip-sword raised in the air, I advance toward the enemy.
They’ve left the station entirely? That’s new. Cowardly and unsurprising, but new.
I lean in close, mouth watering again at her delicious scent. “Little one, I am the monster they fled.”
“I’m a pet,” I explain. “Aliens—the big blue guys—stole me from my home planet a few years ago. The guy that owns me makes me sleep in a cage and treats me like I have no functioning brain cells.” He huffs.
If he’s not on their side, he’s on mine. If they think he’s a monster, he can be my monster.
“There is a mess,” Captain Obvious the clone tells me. “You are not wearing shoes.”
“Are you . . . trying to tell me that you’re a vampire?” Man, the Halloween vibes on this ship are immaculate.
“I am more interested in talking to you than drinking you down, no matter how good you smell. You haven’t run away, even though you’re afraid. I can feel your pulse hammering.” “Where would I go? I’m a pet, remember? And I’m not running away because if you’re their enemy, you’re automatically my friend.”
“Creature, you smell incredible, and I can hear your pulse pound with every beat of your heart, and I have not attacked you yet, have I?”
“You know what? Dracula’s a better name. Or how about Vlad? Vlad the Impaler?” “I will use that one. It sounds intimidating.”
“I don’t want to kill you. You’re the first one that’s talked to me like I’m a normal person, not a mistake.”
“Vant to suck my blood?” A ragged groan escapes me and my cock surges in my loincloth. She’d let me drink from her? “Yes.”
“There’s a farm planet three systems over. Cassa system, second planet from the sun. It has a slow rotation and a continent close to the pole, which means that winters are long, and the nights are twenty hours out of the twenty-nine in the full day. There’s only a local government at the northernmost settlement, and I’d bet a handful of credits they can be bribed.”
If she’s there, I need no food but her. I don’t even need water. Dana’s all I need.
I’m absolutely going to find a way to get more supplies into the pod. She’s not going to suffer. Not under my watch.
