{"id":2898,"date":"2022-06-12T10:09:58","date_gmt":"2022-06-12T10:09:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mazimai.com\/?p=2898"},"modified":"2022-06-12T10:09:59","modified_gmt":"2022-06-12T10:09:59","slug":"amber-one-chapter-39","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mazimai.com\/?p=2898","title":{"rendered":"Amber One – Chapter 39"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Chapter 39<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
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On closer inspection it is clear the baby isn\u2019t human, at least not completely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t do that. Give me it back!\u201d She reaches out to grab him and when I say grab I mean it. Not cradle or hold it to her chest as I am now, but pull him by his arm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTouch him and it will be the last thing you ever do,\u201d The voice that comes out my mouth is a low, threatening one I have never heard before. If I wasn\u2019t so mad, it might have scared myself too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cB\u2026But\u2026\u201d She stutters, the fear clear in her eyes and voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a bastard. It\u2019s a half-breed,\u201d She confirms my suspicions but spoke as though it makes a difference.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t care if \u2018he\u2019 is the son of a murder, \u2018he\u2019 is still a baby!\u201d I growl again. \u201cNow, if you know what\u2019s good for you-you will let me leave and not stop me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She hesitates but does as I told.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t know what I was expecting in the future, but not this. The contents of the room, all looks more suited to my time period than now. Not that that is a bad thing. Spotting a blanket, I grab it and wrap it around the screaming baby\u2019s body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat is his name?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBaby.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stare at her blankly. \u201cYou mean he hasn\u2019t got a name?\u201d She shakes her head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m not his mother! Everyone calls him Bane because he\u2019s a Bane to existence.\u201d She speaks as though it is the worst thing ever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHis mother killed herself just after it was born. No one wanted it, so I was lumbered with it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot anymore. He is mine.\u201d And without another word I turn to leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t think so!\u201d She hisses, I feel a hand on my shoulder. But less than a second later I hear her cry out and her hand disappear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My skin tingles around my neck and I remember my protective collar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t mess with me, bitch,\u201d I spit back at the fallen woman and leave the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I find to what I guess is the front door quickly. Making sure the tiny blistered infant in my arm is correctly wrapped in the blanket and that all of his skin is covered. Because it looks like he has the same sensitivity to sunlight like Poyun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s alright, handsome. Let\u2019s go find the guys and see if they can treat you,\u201d I whisper to him, holding him to my chest, his face into my neck to make sure it\u2019s covered, but not too close, making sure he isn\u2019t suffocating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I want to kiss his little head but don\u2019t want to hurt him anymore than I know I am just holding his tender body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShh, handsome,\u201d I rock him against me trying to soothe his cries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arriving outside, the area seems somewhat familiar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I continue to speak and whisper things to the baby as I walk further outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sure enough, the building I came out of is a small cottage type house, with at least a dozen similar houses close by on the grassy estate. I can also see the roof of a much larger house in the distance behind the houses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sing quietly, rocking the baby and finally starts to quiet down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have to look at his face careful not to expose him and make sure I hasn\u2019t suffocated him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But no, he is awake. Though the poor mite\u2019s eyes are almost swallowed shut, not completely. I can see his eyes are red and damaged from the light too, but he still tries to look at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Anger still burns brightly inside me at that evil woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I continue to hum to him as we make our way to the houses, trying to find the way to the larger house which I am hoping is Dallas\u2019s home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t fail to notice a few people – mostly older children – watching me, but they make no move to speak to me and neither do I. I honestly don\u2019t trust myself. I feel like slapping a few people or kicking them between the legs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat shall I call you? I can\u2019t keep calling you handsome and there is no way in hell I\u2019m calling you Bane! Not you aren\u2019t handsome.\u201d I smile taking another quick look at his red but still cute face. I can also see a small tuft of his blue hair poking out from the cover.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yes, blue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMaybe Bluebell?\u201d I suggest and he just stares at me best he can. I cup my hand over his face and protected it from any direct light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot impressed? Alright then. How about Luke?\u201d The same look. I don\u2019t know what I expect him to do, but it is fun speaking to him either way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I go on to read another dozen names out and still nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFine. Then how about Marmite?\u201d I say jokingly. I loved that English spread back on Earth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just thinking about it makes me hungry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A gurgling noise has me stop in my tracks. \u201cWas that you?\u201d He blinks. \u201cMarmite? You want to be called Marmite?\u201d Another gurgle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMarmite?\u201d I ask again giggling a little and he gurgles again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lord knows, I love him already.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How can anyone treat him like that?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even in extreme pain, he still is so brave and calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAlright, handsome. Marmite it is.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He gurgles again and I return to walk the large estate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After another minute, another whimper levesa his lips when a cool evening breeze catches his damaged skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSorry, handsome. Not much longer,\u201d I promise turning the corner which I hope leads to the large house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Only literally the moment I step around the corner I am surrounded by at least a dozen guards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I instinctively drew Marmite closer to my chest and he begins to whimper, so I loosen my grasp but only slightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHand the child over and you won\u2019t be hurt!\u201d One guard threatens not scaring me in the slightest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You don\u2019t need to be psychic to know that cow had reported me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo way in hell. I\u2019ll die before I let him anywhere near that old bitch!\u201d I growl back. I guess that\u2019s not what they expect me to say by the shocked looks which flick over their faces. After all, they do all have big guns trained on me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLady Amber?\u201d A familiar voice questions and I turn to see a familiar red head push through the crowd and step towards me. The other guards sent him a questioning look.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I feel a strange type of pressure inside my head but somehow push it away, blocking it out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat are you doing out here? Your mates will be going hairless.\u201d He takes another step closer reaching for Marmite.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPass me Bane and I\u2019ll have him returned to Tyme\u2019s care.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I growl and a pulse shot from my collar knocking him to his backside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNever!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The men take aim and click what I\u2019m guessing is a safety switch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo!\u201d Ronan – Blake\u2019s brother – jumps up and in front of me, protecting me despite what I just did to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWeeks, move!\u201d The guy I guess is his superior orders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo can do, sir. This is Lady Amber-\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t care who she is. She abducted a child and assaulted a high guard. She will be subdued.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe\u2019s pregnant!\u201d Ronan snaps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His fellow officers seem shocked by his response and a few even lower their guns. Much to the lead guy\u2019s anger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI never told you to lower your guns!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The words are barely out of his mouth when he is quite literally thrown away from me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

More than half the guards turn to our new guests.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLower your guns.\u201d I am beyond happy to hear and then see a livid Dallas, followed by my mates – one of which I guess threw the guard – walk forward. The rest of the Poyun, who came with us, are with them, along with Aaron, his male mate and a bunch of other guards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut sir, she stole the baby from Tyme.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mates ignore the guns and push pass the men growling. Not surprisingly, they look scared and backed off. Ronan moves aside and they have Marmite and me in their arms almost instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They mumble incoherently to me. I don\u2019t understand, but I have a good idea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dallas doesn\u2019t think twice, \u201cShe is my sister! I trust she has a reason for taking the baby.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The lowered their guns, but before they have a chance to speak ear piercing cries fills the air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lenime and Phe pull back and for the first time seem to notice the baby in my arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And Aaron? When did he start hugging me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy-?\u201d I cut him off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe need to get to the house.\u201d I find all my previous strength disappearing and before I know it I am crying and Phe is picking me up. Lenime must have sensed something from me because at the same time as Phe picks me up, Lenime gently picks the crying infant from my arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And if possible, he cries louder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll go now, Amber,\u201d Dallas replies and tells all his people who approach me to return to whatever they were doing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But a guard either didn\u2019t hear or didn\u2019t pay attention because he stepped towards my mate and reached for the baby. Thankfully, Aaron is on hand, stepped in front of the man stopping him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you deaf, boy?\u201d He scowls at the guard who is staring at him in awe or something. \u201cDid my grandson not you tell you to leave?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHmm? I mean\u2026 Yes, Sir.\u201d The dazed guard salutes him. It would have been comical at any other time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat happened to him?\u201d Lenime snaps gaining everyone\u2019s attention, even the ones who can\u2019t understand him. He sounds angrier than I have ever heard him after taking a brief look at the baby\u2019s face. \u201cThe woman\u2026\u201d I sob, but it seems to be enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHold for a moment, please,\u201d He holds out the baby to Aaron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My brother gives him a small smile and nods before taking the little one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He cradles the infant like a pro and cooes to him, but his smile disappears and sadness, then fury fills his face when he sees the little ones face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHave the woman who was looking after this child brought to me!\u201d He orders in a tone I wouldn\u2019t want to argue with.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut-\u201d The guards hadn\u2019t left yet and are still stood around staring at Aaron and the Poyun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo buts! Do as I say!\u201d They look to Dallas for confirmation. He is wearing a blank mask but nods. \u201cDo as he says. We will be in the house.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, sir!\u201d This time, the group of guards saluted. They all turned in the direction of the cottage I came from but not before all taking a look at Lenime.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why? I ask myself thinking it is probably because he is an alien.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But turning my head my question is answered, but another replaces it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cW\u2026What are you doing, Len?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe covering is not protecting the youngling,\u201d He continues to strip off the top half of his suit until it was around his waist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Aaron is quite literally drooling on Marmite\u2019s head when my mate takes the small infant back and places him in the loose material around his waist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It reminded me of a kangaroo. Except this kangaroo is a sexy huge Alien male with a body of a Greek God.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With an arm under the bundle around his middle, he turns to me taking me hand and licking it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNow we must return to the building to treat the youngling.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He takes my hand and turn back to the large Manor type house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still in Phe\u2019s arms with everyone now walking to the house I hear Aaron whispering to his mate, Lance – it looks like they left his wife and Dallas\u2019s parents inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI think I might need one\u2026 Make that a several get out of jail free cards.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHa, Aaron you\u2019re sexy as fuck but you\u2019re living in dreamland if you think he\u2019d do anything with someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re right,\u201d My brother sighs. \u201cBut maybe she\u2019ll let me watch.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His mate laughs hard. \u201cYou are such a freak sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My brother hums in agreement. \u201cBut you love me anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI do.\u201d I watch out of the corner of my eye as he places a loving kiss on Aaron\u2019s temple.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It is so strange to see my brother swoon. He was never really the dating type before, more the friends with benefits type.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCan I just ask one thing?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd what\u2019s that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI want to be there when you ask.\u201d He pauses. \u201cI want to see her hit you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Aaron gasps. \u201cYou are so mean.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I tune out and turn my attention to my mate. Lenime holding the baby carefully in his clothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Marmite is only making the slightest whimpers now. The Poyun\u2019s clothing is made from a special material that protects them from the sun, but Lenime has his UV1A on so he will be alright for now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe were so worried when you vanished,\u201d Phe says softly to me and some of the others agree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I feel so loved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou are never leaving our side again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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