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  Alien Blood

  Book Two in the Diaspora Worlds Series

  Melisse Aires

  Copyright© Melisse Aires 2012

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

  This book contains adult content.

  Cover Artist: Delilah K. Stephens

  Dedication:

  I want to thank my brothers for the stacks of classic sci-fi and fantasy novels that covered our childhood home. I also want to thank my mom and sister, who helped me fill the house with piles of romance novels. Without those books I would never have developed a love for sci-fi romance.

  ~Melisse Aires

  Chapter One

  Gema nearly groaned aloud when she saw her partner for the Wilderness Planet Survivor Show. He was a PureGen Exotic, the rarest of the rare. Tall, bronzed, beautifully proportioned and muscled, with high cheekbones, a perfectly cleft chin, and dark lashes and eyebrows showcasing his rare, DNA modified lilac eyes. His hair was dark brown but even it was enhanced beyond normal hair. Caramel, cocoa and nutmeg streaks all blended together into a shiny thick mane curling to his nape. Military prisoners normally had their hair clipped short like regular military, but they always had the show contestants grown out—female viewers of the show preferred more hair on their men.

  Regular humans didn’t have such exotic eyes and hair. Even among the PureGen population he was rare. Gema had never seen lilac eyes in real life. And PureGen Exotics usually came from very wealthy families who could afford the highest quality lab. He was probably super intelligent with teeth which would never turn dingy or decay and owned an immune system that would keep him healthy and strong for the next hundred years or so.

  So how did he get here, a contestant from a prison?

  The audience was going to love him—which put her survival as the ordinary, non-PureGen player even more at risk. Lucky for her she had friends in low places. Friends involved in gambling, who wanted to win some big money, and weren’t afraid to cheat a little. Or a lot. It gave her a small advantage.

  Gema gathered her belongings and glanced over at her partner. He totally ignored her and checked their supplies against a list on his com. The transport took off in a flash, back to the deep space vessel which produced the Viewcast show somewhere in orbit above the planet.

  Golden Boy glided over to her, every woman’s dream.

  Even mine, she admitted to herself.

  You could earn points by doing him, her wayward brain reminded her. Gema felt her cheeks turn pink. She was not getting naked with Golden Boy for the galactic audience. It was just a reaction to being with a male after three years in the women’s prison.

  “I have checked all the supplies. Everything is here.”

  “Good.”

  “My name is Kellac. I think we should talk about our strategy while we are free of the cameras.”

  They had one day without the swarm of cameras.

  “I’m Gema.”

  She reached under her shirt and found the sticky edge of her false stomach. With a grimace at the sting, she pulled it off.

  Kellac stared at her, mouth open. He almost didn’t look great.

  “What did you smuggle?”

  “Oh, I was given a little gift.” She dug in the foam and pulled out a small com. “One of my cell mates had a contact who has an interest in me amassing some points.”

  “That’s cheating! Gambling on the game is against the rules.”

  “Ah yes, the rules.” She worked on the com. “By the rules of this game, I’m the underdog. Not PureGen, not beautiful or athletic, and I’m lame in one leg. Surviving is already going to be a challenge for me. And what’s the point of surviving but not earning any points? I’ll just end up back in prison.”

  She looked up into his lilac eyes. “I don’t want to die. Three Naturals died playing the game. They had no support from the audience, and even had the audience out to get them. And giving points to the PureGen partner for betraying them.”

  He frowned. “I have every intention of working as a team to keep us both alive. Those players who betrayed each other had no honor.”

  “I feel the same. I won’t betray you, either.” She held up her com. “This is a solar powered, memory enhanced military issue com. It has the same casing as the ordinary com we are allowed to have. I want enough points to get to a world without a PureGen Constitution. This will help me get there.”

  He squatted down next to her, eyes on the com.

  “What issue? 9900?”

  He was military, then.

  “Better, 9904. Plus it has flora and fauna data for all the worlds and regions used by The Wilderness Planet Survivor Show.”

  His eyes widened. “We can find edibles.”

  “Yes, and it has a lot of wilderness survival data, also. Predators, weather patterns, housing, emergency medicine…”

  He stared at her. “Do you know how to use it? I’ve been trained on the 9900.”

  “I’ve been tutored. Plus, it’s keyed to my DNA, but I’m willing to share it with you. If I die, it’s useless to you.”

  She went back to the foam belly and pulled out an old fashioned paper writing pad and stylus.

  “We can communicate on this and burn it in the fire. As long as we shield the writing from the swarm, we’ll be able to communicate undetected.”

  “Good idea.”

  There was one more thing she had to tell him. Her face got hot. “I’m not having sex with you for points.”

  The audience loved sexual activity and gave generous points for the same.

  Kellac shrugged. “It is an easy way to amass points.”

  “I don’t want to.”

  He stared at her for a moment, then shrugged. “I can understand your feelings. But we might consider other ways of titillating the audience.”

  “Maybe.”

  Kellac observed his partner. He’d expected a PureGen woman, someone strong and athletic. This woman was small, with delicate bones, large round breasts and round hips. Not built for speed or strength. And lame. The bones of one leg were not straight.

  Built for sex. Which she doesn’t want to have. He sighed. He’d been in prison for a year. Sex would have been a nice bonus.

  She had long golden brown hair streaked with blond, and light hazel-brown eyes. PureGens rarely had mid-range brown hair or eyes, they usually had very dark, very light or something exotic. He wasn’t used to seeing her coloration. Her skin was creamy ivory, with golden freckles on her nose. Large, long lashed eyes, a nose that tilted up in a very non-PureGen manner, and her lips were full. While not the classic symmetrical beauty of the PureGen, she was cute, attractive in an unusual way. Her body was fascinating, too. PureGen women were thin and athletic, with smaller breasts in proportion with their frame.

  Too bad about her no sex rule.

  “I think we should get as far away from the landing zone area as we can. It seems there are more booby traps near the landing, on the shows I’ve studied. If we can walk all night…” His eyes skittered down to her scarred leg.

  “What if we float down the river? I requisitioned a raft.”

  “What river?” He’d seen the raft in the supplies.

  She pointed. “See the line of trees? They’re growing along a river. I saw it from the transport.”

  He turned
to dig through the supplies, and found his viewer. Sure enough, there was a river, across a green savannah.

  The raft was a super-polymer and tear resistant, suitable for transport, so they spread it out and loaded the supplies on it. With the oars fitted and tied with rope it became a travois they could pull over the savanna to the river.

  “Nice raft,” he said.

  The woman pulled along with him, though she wasn’t strong, she was willing. Good quality. Maybe it would be all right. She wasn’t athletic, but she seemed smart. So far, she seemed to have character and a desire to do her share. If she was one of his soldiers, he’d feel comfortable with giving her responsibilities, to see how she handled them.

  He was impressed with her intelligence and felt a rush of relief. Some of the contestants he’d watched on past shows had been lazy, whiny and amazingly stupid. Gema wasn’t athletic, but her character would compensate. He began to feel far more optimistic about this game. Maybe it would be more than a torturing, humiliating experience…

  Later her cheeks were pink from exertion, so he called a rest. Instead of flopping down on the ground though, Gema bent over a plant and pulled it up by the roots. As she bent over it he saw the tops of her plump breasts.

  Kellac started to sweat. It wasn’t a good sign they’d been together a couple hours and he was already obsessed with her breasts. He took a breath to gain composure. This probably had more to do with his imprisonment than anything else. And maybe she’d be more interested in him as time went by. He was generally pretty popular with the ladies.

  “What are you doing with the plant?”

  “I’m getting its properties into the com. Eventually it will be able to sort out what planet we’re on, and what area of what continent.” She was absorbed in rubbing the root of the plant onto a small slide which popped out of the com so she didn’t notice where his eyes roamed.

  “Listen, why don’t I go on ahead and scout out a place to launch. I can handle the supplies by myself. You can take an easier pace and collect a few more specimens.”

  “Really?” Gema looked at him with huge eyes, as though she was shocked. “You wouldn’t mind?”

  Pleasure shot through him but he mentally shook it off. It felt good to do something nice for her… but he needed to get hold of his emotions. She was still a stranger, still an unknown quantity.

  “Not at all. Might as well take advantage of our strengths. I can pull the travois by myself.”

  He was soon quite a distance ahead of her, though she was still in sight.

  The land was deceptive. Kellac came to a sudden halt at the sight before him. The savannah had looked flat all the way to the river but actually the land sloped steeply into a narrow valley, then sloped up another steep hillside to the river. From a distance, the crevice valley was hidden.

  The valley was thick with grass, higher and greener than on the plain. A herd of four legged horned beasts fed there. Big beasts, with big horns, no doubt dangerous. He cursed.

  A beast watched him. It made a low groaning noise and others raised their heads from the grass and looked at him, too. The head beast started toward him.

  This is not good. He looked back at Gema who was walking slowly, her limp more pronounced. He’d left her alone and vulnerable in an unknown wilderness. Shame flooded him. He was a leader, he protected his men.

  The beasts walked toward him, speeding up, and more in the herd looked up and joined in.

  They are going to stampede!

  He dropped the travois and ran. Maybe he could reach her, shield her…

  He reached Gema and crashed into the grass with her to the thunder of pounding feet right behind. Body tense, he shut his eyes tight, waiting for the first cutting blow of a hoof, and got ready to die. Perhaps the woman under him, her head covered by his chest, would live.

  The ground around them shook. Hot grassy breath snorted on his bare arms as beasts pounded past, the smell of hot hide and dung wafted past them. They charged through the grass, filling the air with the sounds of their hooves, and low moans, the swish of the grass and whipping of their long tails.

  They passed so close he could reach out and touch the beasts.

  But they went around, not trampling them into a bloody pulp.

  Kellac opened his eyes as the last beasts ran by, then watched the entire herd run up a slope, over the crest, and out of sight.

  Gema struggled under him. His body, keyed for death, now told him he was very much alive. Her soft breasts were pressed against his chest now and he made an involuntary move, rubbing his chest against her fullness and pressing his rapidly engorging cock against her leg. He buried his face in her neck. She smelled hot and salty and womanly, and he wanted to lick her damp skin, taste her.

  She squirmed out from under him. They sat without speaking while their breathing calmed, though his other areas took a little longer to relax.

  Then something occurred to him.

  “How did we live through the stampede?”

  Her soft light brown eyes dilated at his question, as though she was frightened of him.

  “Maybe they just wanted to frighten us.” She shrugged, and turned her attention to her com, as if they hadn’t just narrowly avoided death. “Maybe we smelled funny to them. You know. Alien. Though they smelled just like cattle to me.”

  He stood up. “How do you know the smell of cattle?”

  “Before I landed on Toph I lived on a farm. As a young child.”

  He thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. “Don’t think so. Don’t you think it was too weird? They split around us, as if we were surrounded by a fence.”

  She stood, vigorously wiping grass off her clothes. “It happened really fast, and we don’t know those beast's habits.”

  “True.” They walked to the discarded supplies, which had not been trampled.

  “We were fortunate. It could have been the death of us.”

  She nodded.

  He was a little surprised at how calm she was. He felt rattled. Maybe her calm was due to her youth around farm beasts.

  “Well, new rule,” Kellac said as he walked with the travois. “We stick together.”

  Gema looked up at him with those odd light brown eyes. Her lashes were gold tipped.

  “I agree.”

  He started to say something then stopped. She wasn’t one of his soldiers. He couldn’t count on her following his leadership. No one had appointed him commander.

  “Good. We are in agreement,” he said.

  This might all be more complicated than I imagined. Kellac was silent, deep in thought, for the rest of their walk to the river.

  ***

  The river didn’t look very fast or deep. Gema looked cautiously into the shallow, clear water near their chosen launch site and dripped a drop of water onto the slide of her com.

  “It’s clear of known contaminants,” she said. “And I don’t see any fish with sharp teeth.”

  “I’m glad they chose a temperate climate instead of a tropical one,” Kellac said. “But we still need to be vigilant. We don’t know toothy fish aren’t in there waiting for a taste.” He grinned.

  Kellac’s light humor was welcome after the intensity of the day’s events. After the stampede they’d had to change direction to avoid the boggy area at the base of the steep hill. They’d hiked a long distance. Gema found herself smiling back, as if she was a flirty girl. She quickly dipped her head to the com strapped to her forearm.

  He was mighty attractive when he smiled, with those dimples and white teeth. She cleared her throat. “Yes. Of course, they want to showcase these areas for open colonization in a few years.”

  “Really? I didn’t know that.”

  “We were allowed to watch The Game at the Women’s Penitentiary. One of my cellmates once worked for the Toph Bureau of Colonization. She knew tons about the process.” She tapped the com. “She was involved in creating this com.”

  “I saw several of the shows after I was cast, bu
t we didn’t get a Viewcast in the military lock up,” Kellac said as they reloaded the supplies onto the aired up raft.

  “The game uses four Seeded Planets on the Rim, but they use a new area each time.”

  “I saw the jungle Viewcast with all the tropical snakes.”

  Gema wrinkled her nose. “Yes, and it rained every day. They were always covered with mud.”

  She wanted to ask him why he was in a military prison, but then she would feel obligated to speak about her own imprisonment, and she wasn’t eager to do so.