The Alien

“Hello,” Chel says as he picks up his mail. He doesn’t know what these random bits of paper are for, but he sees you get them everyday at this time, so he’s been copying you. “The weather is warm.”

Humans enjoy small talk. At least that’s what he’s seen from the box with recordings. A TV, he thinks it’s called.

“Your facial structure is pleasing to the eye.” Yes, human flirting methods. You’ll be impressed by him.

Two months ago Chel took over the body of your neighbor. He’s seen the way you look at him—or, well, your neighbor. You’re attracted to him. He believes his name was Alexander. A boring name. Chel is a name that carries strength, dignity, that of a warrior.

That Alexander was much too friendly with others. Chel has been fighting off people attempting to talk to him in a way only his mate should. He destroyed that useless electronic box because it would not cease its ringing. How was this Alexander person able to remember all these people? Chel is not impressed.

His original mission on Earth is to find a suitable mate. Despite looking everywhere for one, the only human who has managed to capture his attention is you. For now, Chel won’t tell you he’s not human, and that he took over the body of your neighbor. He’ll tell you once you’re on his ship. Then you’ll have no chance of escape.

“I believe we should get dinner together,” Chel continues calmly. “I’ll hunt—Ah, cook you a meal. Not hunt. Hunting is for barbarians, something we humans are not.”

He blends in so well.