The Alien Princess

And the Hillbillies

I am sitting on the roof of our ship in a thing called a lawn chair watching this planets only moon set on the horizon in the deliciously cold night air and sipping on something my Lady in Waiting Glenditta made called Egg Drop Soup. The soup is warm and actually very good. The moon is crescent shaped and will be full soon. Its cold enough that I am able to wrap up in the warmer kinds of clothing closer to what I would have worn in Gliese and its making me a little home sick tonight. Since our planet didn't spin like this one does our night was eternal but it was never as dark as this planets nights can be. The great Gas Giant that Earth scientists call Gliese 777A and that we called Mother of Rings dominated our sky most of the year. Her surface was covered in white/blue clouds through which you could see constant flashes of lightening. The light she reflected from our red sun also reflected on the icy surface of our side of the planet and kept our nights well lit.

It is nice to have made a new friend in the barlfy Lurette but I think she was making fun of me the other day. She made up this ridiculous story about needing to stay out of the woods on the full moon because there would be Werewolves in the woods. I looked up Werewolves on this thing on the world wide web called Wikipedia and a Werewolf is a mythological or folkloric human with the ability to shape shift into a wolf or an anthropomorphic wolf-like creature, either purposely, by being bitten or scratched by another werewolf, or after being placed under a curse. The word "mythological" did not escape my attention. Maybe she thinks trying to get me to believe such things is funny. It certainly won't stop me from going out on a full moon. I don't see why it would bother her. She doesn't know what I am but she knows I'm not human.

Enikk has remained distant. When I think of that moment between us when he pushed my skirt up on my hips and ground himself between my legs with so much desire I find myself having to touch myself in ways that I wish he would. I've found myself having to do that several times lately. I keep hoping he will catch me and finish what I have started but he never does.

Its getting colder now and I am able to spend more time outdoors. The leaves on the trees are turning color. Ship says this is the way of things here. It makes these mountains look purple in the distance and its pretty to look at but it also makes me a little sad. There is so much life on this planet, its sad to know that so much of it dies every year.

I walked the Barfly Lurette home the other night. We sat around her kitchen table in her peculiar old house and talked for hours. She drank alcohol and I had coffee. We talked about her multiple boyfriends and we talked about Enikk and his strange behavior. We even talked about my servants that leave the ship a few times a month to go to some of the same bars spends her time in picking up men. She insisted Enikk was angry with himself for showing me his feelings for me because he didn't think they would be returned.

I couldn't tell her anything about us. She did ask a lot of questions which about where we are from that I cannot answer. She eventually passed out. I lay her on the coach and covered her up before leaving and walked home in the rain.

To my surprise everyone actually noticed I was gone, including Enikk who was furious with me. I was just thrilled that he actually noticed me. He took me into one of the ships empty rooms and yelled at me with angry dramatic hand motions. At one point he grabbed my arms and shook my angrily pressing me backwards until my lower back was against a chair in the room. He kept pressing back and I couldn't go any further. Our bodies were pressed against each other . I could feel the heat from the organ between his legs and the firmness of it. At some point he stopped yelling at me and started kissing me. His lips were warm on my cold skin and they seemed to be everywhere. On my lips and my neck and the exposed skin on my chest. He lifted me effortlessly onto a table and pushed the wet folds on my dress high around my waist and ground himself between my legs. A throaty groan rose in his throat that I matched with my own. I reach down to open the front of his pants and was about to slide my hand inside when he suddenly pulled away.

I wanted all of him right then and I reached out and grabbed handfuls of his shirt but the fabric slipped through my fingers and he left the room leaving me there on the table with my skirt bunched up around my hips.

We are back to the distance again. I stare at him longingly over the table during morning and evening meals. Sometimes I catch him watching me but he looks away quickly. Lurrette has come back to visit. Despite every ones objections I invited her into the ship and spent a few hours in the eating room sitting around the table with my ladies in waiting talking. Lurrette had them talking more openly in front of me than they ever have. It was a real pleasure to be included in a conversation among other women for a change. I haven't got to enjoy that since leaving Gliese. I also learned that two of my 5 ladies in waiting male friends that they are developing relationships with. I suggested that they invite them to the ship as well.

Enikk returned last night shortly after the rain started. He was drenched and cold and refused to acknowledge my existence once again. I vented my frustration by going into my dressing room and having Ship generate a series of gowns in fashions I would have worn on Ice. I picked out a pale silver gown that was long and flowing and trimmed in crystals that cast rainbows off of the hem and cuffs. Then I tricked the ship and left.

I walked in the cold rain and flashing lightening with the forest ripping at the long gown and my hair. It wasn't long before I was in tatters again.

The Barfly was far from quiet as she followed. I hid behind a huge rock sticking out of the ground and waited for her to pass before stepping out and shoving her hard into the mud.

"Bitch!" she screamed.

"Slut!" I answered.

"Hey we all gotta make a living . . . Unlike ya'll up there on the hill. Ya'll ain't no city people. Ya'll ain't Yankees either. Ain't no one going to move to Pelsor Arkansas less they hyden somethin or from somebody."

"We are none of your business! No one will believe you!"

"No one never believes me. I'm smarter than everyone thanks and I notice things other people don't. I know no one is gonna believe me."

"So why do you follow me? It won't do you any good to learn anything about us."

"We got lots of strange things living in these mountains. We got witches in these hills and vampires. I just like to know who my neighbors are and yer are my neighbors even if I don't like it none."

"So your following me in the dark, in a storm, just for that? I'm not the only one hiding something Barfly."

"Don't call me that. I got a name. Its Lurette. Your Ethreely, right?"

"I'm not sure if I want to be exchanging names with you." I said still standing over her. I tuck a hand out for her to grab, careful not to grip hard enough to crush or hand or give her any clue to my alien strength, "But I can at least help you out of the mud."

I tried to get The Guardians attention last night. He was sitting my one of the ships big round windows that faces west watching while the big storms came in across the mountains. He was sipping coffee. I just stood behind him for a while watching the lightening silhouette his face and body. He has more muscle than the men of ice, but he is a slave.

I stood there for several minutes being as quiet as I could just watching him sip coffee and breath. It made me feel . . . Something. I don't have a name for it. I wanted something I couldn't put my finger on.

I finally walked up to him.

"Do you have any news of Ice or my family Enikk. Ship won't tell me anything."

"Ship is protecting you. Your family no longer lives on the Ice. The ones who are not dead have left the planet like you or are now slaves to the Peasants of the uprising. Ship compared it to something called the "French Revolution" that occurred in Earths history."

"We can never go home, can we?"

"It would probably be wise to concentrate on the present for now Ethreely."

I found myself standing there not knowing what else to say. I knew things on The Ice were bad when we left and I had my doubts about the royal still being together or even being able to return. None of these things were a shock to me. I could only stand here staring at him as the lightening hit his face not knowing what else to say.

Then he looked at me in a way that made my heart seem to stop beating for just a moment.

"I'm sorry Ethreely." he said.

I just stood there with my words stuck in my throat. Then he put his coffee cup down on the window sill, stood up, and put his arms around me. I was crushed up against the warm cotton that covered his chest. I wrapped my arms around him . . . At least I tried to, they wouldn't reach all the way around. I inhaled his scent deeply and I guess he noticed this because he raised my face to his with his hand and looked into my eyes for several minutes and me into his. The light reflecting in my eyes made two round dots on his skin. He leaned down and very very gently touched his lips to mine.

I could died at that moment and been completely satisfied and would have never known why. I also could have melted into a puddle in the floor too. I think I would have if he hadn't wrapped his other arm around me crushing me close to him and then kissed me again, even deeper.

Then he suddenly stopped and let me go.

"Ethreely I'm sorry."

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "Why." I said. "I'm not."

"I should not have done that."

"Do you hear me complaining Enikk."

At that moment Ship made the announcement that the evening meal was served and Enikk left the room without a word. He avoided me for the rest of the night. He got up before sunset today and left on the motorcycle. Ship said I am forbidden to leave. She has seen the Barfly on the infrared cameras prowling around on our mountain. I know how to sneak out and I think I may. There is something about the mountains and the woods that helps me clear my head and I need to think.

My Guardian is concerned about the Barfly following me in the woods. I really don't think anyone would believe her if she told them we were Aliens. Guardian told them we were from the city and for some reason they just assumed we were something called a "Yankee". I don't know what that is but none of us bothered to tell them we weren't.

I wasn't all that worried about her, after all the gravity on Gliese is much stronger than here on earth so each one of us has what most Earthlings would call Super Strength. I could probably crush ones bones with one hand, but many of the people here carry guns and I do not think I could out run a bullet. I may venture out anyway. If such a situation had risen on my home planet I would just have one of my servants distract him so I could get away but they seem to be following his orders these days. If I ever get back to Gliese I'm going to have sell all of my servants off and replace them. I should sell the Guardian as well . . But . . . He did save my life. I was on my way to being cut into pieces by Goddess only knows what when he came flying in on an Jelly Horse to rescue me.

I will never forget the way he looked with his honey colored hair flying in the cold night wind when he came charging in on a Jelly Horse and whipped me right out of there clutches and off into the endless night. They were dragging me naked across the ice and I was half frozen. My limbs were so stiff from the cold I never could have gotten away on my own. He opened his furs and clutched my freezing body to his chest to keep me warm enough to survive while he searched for the hidden tunnels that held the royal escape ships. My servants were already there waiting for us.
He brought us all here to this place.

He has been distant since that night. I would like to be able to forget how it felt and smelled to be held so tightly against him as we rode through the icy darkness. I have found myself wishing I was in danger again just so I could have the chance to be clutched against his chest again.

That damn woman who gave us the chickens must be up to something. The people in town call her a Barfly because she is always picking up men at bars and having them pay her bills. Since fly's are insects that are attracted to smelly things I guess calling her a bar fly means she is like an insect attracted to smelly things at bar's. I have taken to walking in the forest at night and I know she is following me She cannot possible suspect anything. . . Can She? So I only come out when the light is dim or absent and my complexion is slightly blue and my hair almost white. Last evening it was cold and raining and while I prefer ice to rain I still miss the cold terrible. I slipped into one of my sparkling, flowing, princess gowns and put a crown of moon crystal in my hair and took to the trail.

Everything was dark, silvery, and beautiful . . . and wet. My hem was soon waterlogged and dragging the ground. I didn't care though. I was really enjoying myself when I caught site of her watching me. I immediately headed back to the ship and I am sure that she followed. I can't even begin to imagine what SHE was doing out there in the cold and the rain unless it was to spy on me. Humans aren't supposed to like the cold and the rain. Right??