Through the Portal (IC)

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Emily Abrams turned in her desk as soon as the five-minute warning bell rang, and although their substitute, Mr. Cunnings, tried desperately to maintain order in the classroom, he soon found it impossible to keep their attention, so after about twenty seconds he simply gave up trying and walked back behind the teachers desk and sat down. Emily had grabbed her backpack and was already stuffing her binder and textbook into it by the time her friends Caitlin and Sarah had wandered over, and the three seniors spent the next five minutes picking up where they'd left off before classes had started.

When the bell rang a second time, Emily rose from her seat and with one hand lifted her backpack up and slung it over her left shoulder so that it came to rest against the small of her back. She didn't bother to pull her arm through the other strap, however, as she preferred having it hang a bit while she walked to her next class.

According to the schedule that she'd stuffed inside her pants pocket, Emily had Physics next. She hated the class, but she was completely and utterly infatuated with the teacher. Mr. Thompson was certainly old enough to be her father, but he looked pretty damn good for his age (whatever that was).

Since it was the start of classes, Emily was able to pick a seat closer to the front, and she coyly nibbled on the end of her pencil while he went about with his lesson.

If Brad Pitt had walked into the classroom at that point, she probably wouldn't have given him the time of day.

Her friends constantly ragged on her whenever they caught her ogling, often handing her crumpled up notes with her name and his wrapped up in giant hearts. It was childish but also pretty funny. As it was she already had a boyfriend, and there was no chance in Hell that was going to be getting in bed with Mr. Thompson anytime soon. It didn't take long before the bell rang again, and the love-struck eighteen-year old picked herself up and hauled her ass off to the rest of her classes. By the time 2:30pm came around her agenda book was packed with forms for her parents to sign, and even a few of her teachers had assigned work to do over the weekend.

After making a quick stop at her locker, Emily picked up her somewhat lighter backpack and headed outside. She didn't have a car yet, and instead of taking the bus back home she decided she'd take advantage of the late summer weather and walk. She didn't mind the lengthy stroll, and the lightweight, sleeveless tank top, combined with the short jean-shorts she was wearing made her feel somewhat comfortable in the afternoon heat.

She wasn't ready to put her summer garb away yet.

It would take about twenty minutes to walk to her house, but Emily figured she could shave off a couple of minutes by turning down Oakpine Avenue and taking the wooden trail that would eventually open out to her own road. The dark-haired teen didn't mind walking by herself... it was a small town after all. Everyone knew everyone.

While she was walking down the wooded trail, however, she thought she heard a couple of twigs snapping behind her, but after taking a quick look around she figured it was just a pair of squirrels or a rabbit.

"Huh," Emily said to herself, shrugging her shoulders as she turned back around.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

This had only been the second time they had been to this place and that fact proved to him that it was his fate to rise among his people. Fifty of his race had been dropped off on this planet after traveling through the gateway to this place in the universe. It was such a small number, but the masters of the guild had learned through eons of exploration that the smaller the number, the greater the profit. The first visit had been such a success it was only three cycles since that celebration that Garuu now found him on this place called Earth. He had been observing and hunting for months now and as he learned this planet, though ages behind his own, was quite sophisticated and cared quite a great deal for their kind. After girls had started going missing and sometimes found dead or in a concerning state the authorities of this region had made it much more difficult for him to operate. It was a mistake on his part and he had paid for it, having to hunt from the wooded areas for unlike many worlds, his kind stood out. And, that was an understatement, for from what they had learned these people of Earth had never had contact with kind from outside their world.

These people were of few shades and green certainly was not one of them. Few were taller than him as he stood at six feet seven inches and none of the intelligent beings had tusks. They were an odd race to have survived to this point with their weak bodies and soft skin. Plus, they had two arms when all worlds knew four arms were best. Of course, it had been years since he had four as well, having lost one in a bar brawl. But, at least he had more than two! His tight skin and tall, lithe, but exceptionally strong body made these people mere playtoys should they threaten him. Fortunate to his placing was it seemed that this area was experiencing what they called summer. His kind did not like the cold, and even the temperature today was mild to him.

On his person were few items, but his communicator was the most important. It would allow instant teleportation to the ship if it were in his sector, and at least it maintained constant contact. A binding whip, slave collar, food, and other minor supplies were the extent of his survival gear.

He had been in this new region for quite awhile now and had learned much from his earlier mistakes. It was because of this, his scouting, and sighting of a girl he had heard called Emily that he was sure not to fail again. He had killed too many before, sometimes by simply touching them too hard, shaking too hard, and breaking necks by mere accident. It had been embarrassing, but he had learned enough to know how best to make sure it did not happen again.

The girl, Emily, was taller than many of the others and from what he had studied more likely to survive. That had before been another mistake. They had one shot at this to make the best capture they could, thus before bringing their captive back to the ship they had to test the wares. Three times, each time less embarrassingly, they had died during intercourse. The dumbest had been when the pheromones from his phallus, which seemed to be even more powerful against this race, caused a woman to run right off a cliff when trying to get to him along with three young men. He was thankful no one who mattered had seen that.

Trial and error. That's what this had been.

But, this woman, this Emily, was going to be his and was going to make him a fortune. And so, when she decided upon a shortcut, he smiled for he knew it made his task so much easier.

After only a few moments of his pursuit he had fumbled when his frame crashed into a hanging tree limb, snapping it, which caused her to look for the source of the noise. As he watched her, much more closely than he ever had before, he did not consider the best of his earlier picks, but she was certainly the tallest, best endowed, and from his calculations most likely to survive intercourse.

The decision was made and with no need to capture her stealthily, he stepped out from behind a tree directly in her path. He phallus was hidden, which he had deemed smart for he didn't know what it would do to her (and the last experience had ended so badly). By this time he knew their language, and with the ability to speak in a way that would register with her, he tried to ease the girl who was about to freak out. Only once had the woman not run away in hysteria when confronted with a being obviously not of Earth.

Humans seemed much easier to capture and less likely to accidentally kill if you lowered their guard.

"Greetings Emily, my name is Garuu. Do not be alarmed," he said, softly, and with an ability to register with her even if she had begun to run away in alarm. It was her next actions that would determine to what extent he had to go to acquiring her.