Sanctuary

Claire Thompson sat in her recliner, sipping a soda gingerly. This was the fourth time this month she'd been stood up; it seemed in this town, even the women were assholes. She flipped through channel after channel,trying to find something to take her mind off the fact she was stood up...AGAIN.

AHA! she finally found a movie she liked, "War of the Worlds (the new version)." She sat back and began to drift off. "You know," she thought to herself, "I guess no one on this planet would ever date me, unless i gagged and bound 'em first hehehe; maybe tomorrow I'll......"

She was cut off suddenly by a loud rumbling, like an earthquake, but there are no earthquakes here...EVER. Whatever it was, it came from over the hills.

"Oh well," she thought, "guess it's nothing." And resumed watching the movie, slowly dozing off.

Claire was awakened suddenly by a loud banging at her door.

What the...

"Who's there?" she asked.

There was an answer amidst the banging, but it wasn't any language Claire understood, definitely strange considering her military service as an overseas translator.

Claire grabbed her old Colt M1911 from the bookshelf and tiptoed to the rattling and shaking front door. Carefully she flung open the door and stepped back. the sight before her was unbelievable...

To her amazement, kneeling on the front step, was a small, humanoid alien; her curves and bust, similar to B-cups, were a clear indication of her gender, her skin was a pure, deep blue, completely flawless (apparently) and slightly reflective. She had hair that could easily pass for human; it was long, jet-black, and tied in a ponytail to the back. The most noticeable things about her were the 2 small, thin antennae on either side of the top of her head, which wiggled and twitched randomly; and the other, her eyes; they had no retina, only solid green surrounding a black pupil that had tiny beams that shot out like the sun on a Japanese flag. On her wrist was some sort of electrical device, obviously broken though, and on her back was what appeared to be a small bag.

The alien girl muttered in the same language again, but Claire still couldn't understand. The girl tried again, more frantic this time, but still to no avail.

Claire only responded,"I'm sorry, but I(she pointed to herself) don't...understand(put her hand to her ear) you (pointed at the girl)."

The girl stuttered again, finally mumbling out, "....please.....may I.....come..in?"

"How does she know English?" Claire asked herself.

The girl begged again to be let in, Claire debated with herself for a moment...