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eed the quiet, sometimes. Helps me... think." "You like being alone. Humans are such strange creatures." "Well... yes, I guess. But you're... whatever you are. You're not exactly normal either, you know." When she'd first looked up at him, the coppery taste of her blood coating her tongue, her face throbbing angrily, the thought that had popped into her mind was that someone had made Mr. Clean come to life. With his perfectly smooth head, strong brow and deep set, almost twinkling green eyes, he was perhaps the most fiercely masculine figure she'd ever laid eyes on. He was clad in a silvery gray jumpsuit that resembled something a fighter pilot might wear, though mounted over one shoulder was a strange metallic unit, perhaps a foot long on each side. She had no idea what it actually did, but it emitted a low hum, a slight warmth emanating from it. He was so powerfully built she thought he would've been able to break Schwarzenegger in half, and yet there was a sleekness to his physique, his great, almost supernatural height making all those muscles less bulky, though still conveying in clear terms the male's tremendous strength. Though she knew he was an alien, part of her was almost let down by the fact that, essentially, he looked like a giant, heavily-muscled, human being. Weren't aliens supposed to be freakish and terrifying? They'd left the lights of the city now, only encountering the occasional car as he strode down a nearly silent tree-lined lane, the night in full control. "Where are we going?" she finally asked, her belly beginning to protest at her position, her head swimming from hanging upside down for so long. Instead of an answer, his hand came down hard on her vulnerable ass, the impact shaking her whole body. She yelped, more out of surprise than pain. The second swat was pure fire though, even through her clothing, and she cried out at the sting, the blow leaving her buttock throbbing. He was so strong! "More of that when we get to the transport. How much more depends upon how quiet you can be for the remainder of the trip." Asshole. But she didn't test him further. He crossed the street into a park she'd never seen before. It was somewhere along the far eastern fringes of London, a part of the country she'd never been to. Vaulting another ivy-choked iron fence, he picked up the pace still further, dashing across the lush grass in the darkness, the only sound the wind in the trees and the muffled clomps of his feet on the ground. Then he stopped, a blast of wa