Fangs in Space

Chapter 1: First Contact

Komar stood in front of the huge gothic window in her throne room. She played with the black curls that had escaped from under her bun. She was so incredibly bored. For centuries now.

She had crushed all her enemies during the last 500 years and the attempts on her life dwindled every century. The good old vampires with whom she had played as a young fledgling were all gone, either taking their own lives because of the endless boredom they were facing or they were murdered by her.

Okay the discovery and development of cars, trains, planes, television and computers had somewhat peaked her interest, but at the moment they simply could not catch her attention anymore. She needed something new. Something flashy. Something dangerous.

She looked at her short nails.

Oh for f*ck sake, she really should stop gnawing them. Everybody expected her to have these incredibly sexy long red nails and there she was with these little stumps of hers.

She had noticed the disapproving looks of her court, but she really couldn’t stop herself.

She sighed and gnawed some more. Soooo soothing.

Gerald came walking in with a laptop open in his arms, looking excited and pointing towards the screen.

“Komar, this is amazing. Come and take a look!” he yelled.

I pulled up my eyebrow and stalked over.  “What?”

I tried to look at the screen but Gerald couldn’t stay still.

“Can you please calm down, I can’t read it like this.” I said to him.

Annoyed I grabbed the computer from his hands and walked over to my throne.

I sat down on its metal surface, rearranging the cushions in an attempt to get more comfortable. It didn’t work, although it looked pretty it sat horrendously.

I sighed and balanced the laptop on my lap.

“First Contact: Unidentified Crashed In Noordzee, Europe. Pilot still alive”

I scrolled down and read the article. This looked genuine. How interesting.

I threw the laptop back to Gerald, almost giving him a heart attack.

I walked out the huge metal doors, down the stairs, through the reception rooms and to my living quarters.

I flung open the French doors and ran towards the huge plasma screen hanging on the left wall. The cleaners and the maids rushed out, frightened by my unexpected visit.

I switched it on and changed channels until I found a news flash that showed the ship. Unbelievable, they had waited with shooting the video footage until they could saw the tube open and lift the alien out. That’s what you get from reality-TV shows; even the news shows are now only interested in other people’s misery and pain. Humanity was becoming more and more like vampires.

I was a bit disappointed though by the alien. I was expecting something beastly, at least hairy and with tentacles.

What I got was something that looked suspiciously like a normal human being. Only blue.

Smurf blue.

Was this a joke?

I narrowed my eyes. This looked too much like a set up. Nobody believes this. What were they thinking?

Even the crop circles looked more convincing.

The journalist, also looked sceptic when they pulled the blue smurf out.