Read Aliens: Precious Omega :: Stray

Warning: Cringiness

(Recap: Syl has been kidnapped by aliens, after the first day he arrived on the mothership where he had quite an unsucessful introduction with the other humans, almost immediately being rejected for becoming a pet. Later on his Master accepts him as his first, and last? Omega. Similarily the introduction with the other Omegas goes badly but also results in the death of one of them, Drac. Who had then been revived due to the law and placed in a house out of sight, out of mind by Syl's Master. When Master can't handle Syl's shenanigans anymore and burdened with duties he never wanted he sends Syl to spend time with "his pet", Drac. Never imagining that Drac didn't really recognize Syl anymore, that had to be the reason for why he was acting so cold to him, right?)

[Previously: ‘And you unsurprisingly won out over the mind controlling, loyal-soldier part of it. You're still as stubborn and rebellious as before.’ He sighs, ‘Go back to bed Syl, you’re just now recovering from everything. We’ll talk later, until then, I’ll make sure your dreams are peaceful and quiet.’ I know he heard my surprise towards him, and I might have thought that he wasn’t as bad as I first believed. So, I shake my head violently. ‘Bye Syl, sweet dreams,’ he chuckles and leaves. I go inside to lay back down, obediantly. My mind feels amazing and clear. A little bit of hope returns. Smiling, I roll over with the blanket, snuggling into the couch.]

Voices wake me up, I realize that one was Drac's unmistakable gravelly voice and the other...the growls of a wolf. 'Master?!' I wake up the rest of the way with a start. A shocked wolf, who is not my Master, looks over at me, now sitting up on the couch. Drac kinda gives me a 'what the heck is wrong with you look.' I'm not able to hear their thoughts, 'I wonder what makes it fluctuate like this?'

The wolf has brought bags and bags of food and things. He acknowledges me with respect, "Your Master sent you items you'll need." He explains.

I get up and go to the bags of food, they're white and kind of look like pillow cases.

"We don't need them, I'll only accept the normal delivery." Drac says to my dismay. He was rejecting food, real food, and medicine.

"You don't get to decide that." The wolf says with a little contempt, then looks at me.

I feel a little anger and point to Drac, "Actually it's his house. And he's going to need more plants."

Drac tilts his head at me and I can't tell if he's glaring at me to shut up or is happily surprised that I remembered to ask for his plants. His face is hard to read because it was so, you know, stoney.

"So, yeah," Drac says empowered by me, "I'll only accept the normal delivery," He pauses, "and more plants." He tilts his head at me.

The wolf looks at me in surprise and then just makes a, I'm going to get in trouble for this expression, as he collects all the food that wasn't the nasty porridge. "I'll be back with the plants." The wolf says looking at me. And then looking back and forth between us, was Drac standing closer to me? He bows his head a little to me and then leaves. I stiffen and take a step back as he exits the yard through the gate.

"What was that?" I ask Drac with a little gasp referring to the bow.

Drac has his head tilted down slightly and is looking up at me suspiciously, again making it look like he was glaring.

"Who are you?" He asks. "I realize you asked if I recognized you. You have suspiciously red fur, you remind me of someone else with an extremely powerful Wolf Master."

I open my mouth to reply honestly but then Drac winces in a familiar way touching his head, "You know what, the memory was removed for a reason, I don't want to know." He whirls around and storms away. I'm left to close my mouth and process that the memory of me had been traumatizing enough to Drac that when his trauma had been repressed or deleted, the exact memory of me had been too. 'But couldn't this be a good thing, I could try again.' I swell up passionately, 'I have another chance!' I look at my new, stronger body and sharp claws, 'I'm not going to fail him again.'

A hesitant knock on Drac's door makes him lift his head, "I told you I don't want to know!" He exclaims and then hears a soft, "I won't give you exact details but I can sum it up, don't you deserve to know the truth?" Drac is silent for a long moment as he covers his face, shaking from the emotions and fear washing over him, rolling over, he curls into a ball trying to rebury the cracks in his mental dam. What leaked out was terrifying and painful and all it took was a small memory of this red wolf, to send more cracks shooting up and spreading out. "No!" He screams at the door throwing a pillow at it, "I don't want to know anything!"

I hesitate recognizing much more than anger in the tone of voice. "Alright we never met," I say quickly. "Until I crawled over your fence, remember?" I try to distract or paint a new mental image not sure if this was helping or not.

"Yeah, I hear him croack quietly, "You were being a pervert, peeking over the fence at me."

"No I wasn't!" I exclaim, "I was just trying to hide!" I hear a laugh. And decide to let it go. For now. 'I didn't even know he was there.' "I liked your garden." I say honestly, trying to keep him distracted.

"Yeah well, you can help me with it now that I'll be getting more plants soon. I'll protect it too," I promise, "I won't let anyone destroy it again."

"It's not that I couldn't fight back," Drac says, sounding more like his normal ornery self, "I just wasn't aware when they did it." He sounds sad.

"Can I come in?" I ask knocking again.

He's quiet for a while then lets out a laugh that sounded very much like frick it, "Okay."

I enter and immediately see that the "trauma removal" either hadn't worked completely or he was needing another treatment. The walls are clawed and scratched into words and images, the sheets and blankets destroyed matching much of the other furniture. Drac is sitting cross-legged on his bed and spreads his arms, "Welcome to my room." I can see into the bathroom, the mirror is smashed and there's dried blood.

"I don't think you should stay in here any longer." I say with a small voice. "I don't think it's helping."

He bears his teeth at me, "Nothing helps." He stresses the last word with a hiss. "Besides," he gestures around, "I only come in here when I'm having a breakdown."

I step forward and hold out a paw looking down at him. "Let's get you fresh air." He glares up at me, one of his sharp canines sticking out from his lips.

I cross my arms smiling contently as Drac flops in the shade of the shed outside. "How does this help?" He asks. I shrug enjoying the warmth of the fake sun on my fur. He sighs heavily but within a minute starts messing with his garden pulling out weeds. I get sleepy watching as little by little the pained scrunch of his eyebrows fades.

"Hey!" He says throwing one of the weeds at me, "You said you'd help." I moan a complaint of how sleepy I am but with another sharp look from him I'm over there, working side by side. His skin looks gritty but I know it's soft and after working in the heat for a while it starts glistening with sweat. 'He must be from a colder climate,' I think. I watch as the markings or tattoos ripple with his muscles as he stretches his arm out. He looks over at me, while wiping sweat off his face, the ugly white uniform gets dirt brushed off on it and I smirk.

"Why are you staring?" He asks defensively. 'Because you're beautiful,' I think, feeling heat rush to my ears, but I can't tell him that in case it triggers him.

"Are you born with those markings or are they tattoos?" I ask carefully and I think he knows it's not what I was actually thinking.

"Born." He says.

I think about it and feel a bunch of questions bubble up, "Can you tell me more about you, your species?"

"No. That's none of your business." He answers firmly. I deflate but nod trying to be respectful.

"I think I'm going to go for a walk." I say pointing with my snoot towards the park.

"Be careful." Drac mumbles, and I honestly can't tell from his monotone voice whether he was just saying it or if he was trying to hide that he actually cared a little. He must be extremely lonely putting up with someone he doesn't like.

"I will, thank you, you too." I respond with as much caring as I can put in my voice. He just ignores it and so I start walking, "Do...you want to come with me?" I ask looking back.

He laughs and then when I don't get it flutters his wings, "I'm not allowed to leave the property, unless I want to be torn to pieces by eager to please wolves." My wide eyes are enough of a response because he returns to cleaning up broken pottery.

'That's the second time he's said that.' I think and decide to ask Master about it as soon as he comes to see me. 'A few days but he wasn't sure how long. I'll just have to distract myself for a few days then maybe, if I don't make any more mistakes or run into anyone like the coyote, I might be able to convince Master to free the gargoyle. But what if my Master is already done with me?'

I close the gate behind me and start walking. At first it's hard to think with how fuzzy my brain feels, then I just let the random thoughts filter through, memories of Drac, of Master, then the coyote town. I hesitantly reach out for any thoughts or the painful tug that someone was prodding but there's this comforting barrier protecting my thoughts right now. I don't push through it. I like the peace and quiet. Well not peace and quiet but at least they were all my own thoughts and all kept to me, I didn't realize that this was a comfort I needed until now. The privacy to just go through all my feelings and breathe.

I think it has been over an hour because it starts to get dimmer. I look up and again get curious about the elevated pods and bridges, especially about the ones floating. These were all people's houses and there were aliens in them, possibly with pets and Omegas. Lights that were previously hard to see start to glow, it's pretty, and relaxing. I keep walking and start seeing aliens coming home from work probably. Somebody had to run the ship. On a whim I duck and watch through a "window" as it showed the silhouette of a wolf seemingly tired and then someone much smaller runs up to him. They share an embrace and I move on quickly feeling intense loneliness and wishing Master were here.

'What would stop me from just going to him?' I think, 'Other than the fact I wasn't allowed to show affection in public and I probably wasn't allowed on the bridge, I'll probably just get him in trouble,' I think tossing the idea. 'Also he might still be mad at me and seeing me now could make things worse.' I shake the thoughts trying to keep myself hopeful, 'Remember what he said, he loves me, he chose me, he's extremely jealous of me so I should really control my emotions better.' I look back the way I came, 'How do I feel about Drac, with how distant and cold he is all I feel towards him is a need for him to like me, and possibly forgive me.'

But I still think he is extremely attractive, heck sometimes I'm jealous of that purple root plant. So if Drac were to suddenly warm up to me, I sigh and rub my head, flinching a little when I touch my wolf ears. 'Let's be honest, I'd fall head over heels. Does that mean that anyone who acted attracted towards me and was nice...' I shake my head 'I don't wanna think this deep about my feelings right now.' I look up and see the park not too far off, this means I'm near the house, as I walk by it, it's dark, Master's scent is faint, he's not here. I go inside slowly, it's actually kind of terrifying. I have a goal now though, hurrying to Master's bedroom, holding my breath most of the time, I grab his pillow and bolt. When I make it to the front door I slow down and look around before carrying the pillow with me the rest of the way to the park.

I squish the pillow to my chest, breathing deeply. My heart beat which was so chaotic earlier slows and I snuggle up against the tree, squishing the pillow and wishing it were my Master. I tear up a little, I miss him so badly. But the smell and the spot bring a little twinge of happiness and embarrassment, surely he couldn't be done with me when we were capable of 'that' and it started in this spot too. I look out over the town now sparkling like little stars. 'It's dangerous for Omegas and pets down there.' I recall and look around the park. There are a few wolves out and about and I perk my ears alert, but they're distracted by their pets and soon I relax when they all stay far away from everybody else.

A sweet smell drifts to my nose. I look up and see something that makes my face flush, quickly I look away, I guess you couldn't expect the shameless Master's and Omegas from doing things but I'm the type that feels like those kinds of things need privacy. I get up and covering my mouth to hide my grin move out of the park back toward the buildings.

I look up at one of the balconies and on a whim decide to climb up there. There are no lights on and I don't smell any scents, the fact there would be extra homes to move into made sense. I wonder if it really was an empty one. I peek my snout over the balcony and see the cloudy windows are clear, revealing an empty house. I crawl fully onto the balcony and look down, then around at the other bright houses. A bridge led to a higher up and slightly smaller pod, this must be a bedroom.

I sniff the bridge carefully and other than really faint smells I figure they're from whoever built it or something because no one has been here for a while. I pause at the door and feel like it'd be too weird to try it, I don't want to risk anything when it comes to aliens. I turn and see one of the dragonfly aliens freeze from apparently trying to sneak up on me. I panic and crouch before I realize he's got a freaking food bowl in his hand. He makes a comforting noise and places it down, then backs up to his balcony closing the glass door to see if I eat the food I guess. I look over the edge again, I could make that.

I glance back one more time then launch myself over the bridge, whatever wolf instincts I have kick in and I land on all fours, part of me just wants to dash into the night but I look up real quick, heart pounding, to see the dragonfly alien watching. He looks disappointed. I race away on all fours. 'It was dark but the other houses definitely illuminated my fur, if I'm recognized will I get in trouble, is trespassing a thing here? But why was he treating me like an animal and not a wolf alien?' I don't get it.

When I get back to the house I launch over the gate to the garden, Drac has finally cleaned everything up and it looks almost as good as new. I run inside, closing the door, panting. Drac is sitting on the couch with a book, legs crossed. I watch as he looks up startled at my urgency. "Something weird happened." I say, "Do I look like a stray animal to you?"

"Yes."

This content is intended for mature audiences for the following reasons.