A Predator Halloween

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters related to Predator or StarGate SG1.




Authors Notes: This is a work of Fan fiction. please read on and enjoy.



See Full Disclosure in chapter 1 of this story.



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A Predator Halloween



Chapter 4



The female had finally returned to her home, ht managed to climb in the back of the ooman’s vehicle she rode in, and watched her very carefully. He lept out as the vehicle arrived at the home of the second female, his departure hidden in the jolting of the vehicle as it ran over the concreate step at the end of her lane way. He followed his female back to her home, and watched her mother depart. He noticed she was worried, and quickly scanned her and discovered she was carrying offspring. No wonder she was worried. She was piloting a vehcle that moved at great speeds, she would need her wits about her to protect her unborn offspring.


He turned back to the house with a start as the door solidly closed, and the securety bolt locked it. He didn’t’ want to spend another ooman day and night outside. The chill of the later season was getting to him. Maybe he could find another way inside. He watched her thermal image as she moved up to the second level, after looking around, she grabed a small cloth and headed to another room. As he moved to her window, he watched her thermal image removed her clothes and step into the shower. As she enjoyed her clensing, he slid her bedroom window up, steped inside, and closed it again, making sure the shear curtain returned to the window the way it had been before.


The room was permiated with her scent, strongest of course was her sleeping space. He moved her covers back, burying his nose in her pillow, moving down to the mattress. She smelled exquizit, but he needed to know more about her to be sure that she would be safe with his kind. He heard the water go off, and the bathroom door opened. The steam wafted out, as she quickly left, the steam swirling around her feet as she walked. Quickly he replaced her blankets, and moved to the other side of her bed.


She dried her hair with a cloth, then rolled a ball from her closet, and sat on it while she used a blowing device to totally dry her hair. Her scent blew through the air, he had to consciously not purr at the scent to be sure not to alert her to his presence. She finished drying her hair, then brushed it smooth. She then surprised him as she pulled off her towel, let it fall to the floor, as she flipped her body off the ball backwards, her hands on the floor, using her raised foot to close the door, as she moved her legs to stand again. Quite a move, one he never anticipated any one to do, not even an aponent. She was definetly surprising him. He watched as she stretched her body, noting how her skin held tight to her muscles. She wasn’t muscular like a warior, but she definetly wasn’t fleshy like a lot of oomans. He felt the beginnings of a pridful rumble in his chest and quickly stifled it, looking away.


Suddenly she flopped on the bed in front of him, nearly hitting his head with her hand. She snuggled down into her pillows. Then turned over, pulling the gold cloth he’d left her, from a box on his side of her bed. Gingerly she ran the material over her hands, letting the edge brush her nose, smiling. She pulled the material over her body, smoothing it out over her skin, she then closed her eyes. He sat there, just watching as her breasts rose and fell with her relaxed breathing. He realized then, that she had literally fallen asleep. He looked closer at her arm, as the brusing had increased in darkness. The male deserved what he got. If he had been allowed to defend her, he would have a few broken ribs for sure. He would then be completely within his right to take what he found he wanted with her scent so strong. He’d heard that ooman females had an intoxicating female scent, though they had to be aroused for it to affect a full grown Yaujta male. He scanned her body again, using the different variances. She seemed in the peak of condition, he couldn’t tell this way if she were in heat, but it seemed the only logical explanation.


He decided to test his theory, and gently brushed the back of his curled fingers over the nipple of her left breast. He watched ad her lower lip quivered, and a gentle shiver rant through her body. He had to stop himself from clicking as she moved in her sleep. Slowly she sat up, looking around, clutching the cloth to her chest. She looked at her time piece beside her, and quickly got up.the cloth flew over his head, but he quickly pulled it off, noticing she never even turned. Her scent was stronger. She was definetly in heat. He could feel the excitement building in his body.


He watched as she pulled on some pants that were too big for her in the legs, and an oversized shirt. She lipped her feet in some fuzzy shoes, then jogged downstairs. He followed. He wanted to be close to her.





“I can’t believe I fell asleep,” she huffed to herself, pulling out food from the freezer. She picked up the TV remote and turned on the TV. Not much was on so she turned to a music station, and turned the volume up. She loved country music, the beet to some of the songs thundered right to her core. She ony hoped that they would play them. She hurried around the kitched, readying the meat she’d pulled out, shuving it in the microwave and turning it on to defrost. Her sister would be home soon. She had horseback riding lessons, and she had to take her. She grabbed the phone as it rang. “Hello?”


“Hey hon,” came a woman’s voice.


“Hey mom. What did the doctor say?”


“Everything’s fine. The baby is fine. I haven’t been able to reach your dad though, are there any messages?”


“I’ve been home for a couple hours. I didn’t hear the phone, but,” she looked at the phone’s base. “there’s no light, so no messages.”


“Ok, if you hear from him, tell him to call my cell.”


“Ok.”


“How are you?”


“I’m good. You know, nightmares come and go, but I’m stronger then they are.”


“I know you are honey. Look, there’s chicken in the freezer…”


“Already in the microwave. I’ll have dinner ready for Alex when she gets home, but I need a car to take her to Ronn’s. Are you going to be home?”


“I’m not sure. I have to go to the bank. There’s a problem with some of our accounts.”


Tya picked up a knife, and started to quickly cut through some fresh veggies. Carrots, celery, colliflour and brocolie. She loved steamed veggies. “So I should look for dad?”


“No, call your brother. He should be free. He’ll give you a ride.”


“Darcy? Thought he was bragging about the new girlfriend.”


“NO, not Darcy, try Edmond. His wife is working late, and the kids are on a sleep over.”


“I hope he dosen’t bring that guy again.”


“Oh honey, come on, Daniel is cute, if you give him a chance.”


“Mom! He’s an arckiology professor. What the heck kind of guy is it that digs up stupid bones and stuff.”


“He’s nice. A lot nicer than most.”


“Mom, I just wish everyone would stop trying to hitch me up. I don’t need a man.”


“Maybe not, but it would be good for you to have some male company for a change.”


“Mom, you know what I think of that.”


“Tya, just try it.”


“No! I’m not going to go out with some geekie guy.”


“Just talk to him, make nice. Be a girl for a friend for once. I’m not asking you to sleep with the guy.”


“No but I’m sure that you would love for me to do that.”


“Well it would be normal.”


“I never thought I’d hear one of my parents encouraging their daughter to have sex with a guy she barely knows.”


“Tya!” her mother laughed. “It isn’t like that.”


“No?”


“Look, he’s going to be at the neighbour’s party, that woman down the block. Oh what’s her name?”


“Sam Carter?”


“Yes. Her party is tomorrow night. It’s a costume ball. You should look nice.”


“Oh, and what’s he coming as, a mummy?”


“Very funny. Oh no I don’t need the oil, just fill the tank.”


“Are youat a gas station?”


“Yes, running low. Look, I’ll be home in a while. Make sure Alex does her homework before ridding, and that Trever puts his football gear away when he get’s home from practice. I found his cup on the hook with the coats.”


“YUCK!” she laughed, looking over to the coat rack. “That’s discusting!”


“Tell me about it. But can you do that?”


“Yes I can.” She heard a click on the front door. “Oh gotta run, the mail’s here.”


“OOO, maybe those university responces.”


“MOM! What did you do?”


“Nothing, I’ll see you later tonight.”


“MOM! No MOM!!” She’d already hung up. Her mother was always trying to get her to go to university. Saying that 2 years in College wasn’t enough to climb any corporate ladders. She grabbed the envelopes from the floor. This was only the third mail drop they’d gotten, but still she felt all excited. Mail to their new home. She looked through them. “Power bill, phone bill, cell bill; dad’s gonna love that one, credit card bill, cable bill…nothing but freaking bills.” Then she found the last envelope, addressed to her. Birkey was on the stamp. “Oh mom, what the heck did you do?” She opened and read it. “Dear Tya Reese, thank you for your interest in our…CRIMINOLOGY program…; mom are you nuts!...we regret to inform you that all spaces for the program have already been filled. Although we encourage you to study, we would like you to try again next year.” She crumpled up the letter and tossed it at the wastepaper basket.


She watched as it bounced off something and hit the floor, just two feet shy of the basket. “oh my god,” she whispered, and dropped the letters on the floor.





He’d been discovered. How could he have been so stupid. He was studying the communications device that she had in her hand a moment ago, he never saw her come back to the room. Worse yet, she tossed something to a disposal bucket, and he was standing in the way of it. She knew he was there now. Her heart started racing, he could hear the beats pick up in pace from where he stood. She was beginning to panic. His clicking. She knew what he sounded like, so he clicked at her in greeting. She smiled, and at once her heart calmed down.


“You must have been cold,” she said. He understood the word ‘cold’. He clicked again to affirm her answer. “I don’t know how you got in here, but I’m glad you are. Are you hungry?” she asked, motioning to her mouth for food. He was hungry. But to show himself to her he knew would be a shock. She hadn’t seen his people when she was with them years ago. She’d been too drugged. She may have been reassured by his vocalizations, but he refused to terrify her with his appearance. He walked up to her, nudging the end of her chin in a positive nodd. “Ok. I’m not sure what you eat, but I’m sure I can find something.” She went to move by him, but he stoped her. What he hungerd for most wasn’t food. He wondered if she would let him touch her. He pulled her close to his body, her back to his chest. She quivered at the feeling his gentle growls made through her, and he carefully slipped a hnd beneath her shirt.


Her skin was indeed taught around her belly, hardly much fat at all. He wondered why she would hide her physique under these baggy clothes. He purred into her neck, slidding his hand over her breasts. She reached up for the invisible arm, perhaps to try and stop him, but the vibrations of his growls tantilized her flesh. He could smell her scent getting stronger. He slid his hand over her smooth belly, down below the waste band of her pants, she gasped as she felt his fingers brush through her dark curls and tried to pull the arm away.


Abruptly he pushed her head to the other side with his chin, burying the chill of his mask to her neck. She squeeled as he slid a finger through her folds, feeling how moist she was, he purred even louder. She was in heat. But this would not be the place to take her. There were too many ears, not enough time alone. And the paths she used to run alone on were too populated, and when she did go on an unpopulated path, she wasn’t alone. ‘She’s still afraid,’ he thought. ‘She does not go where she cannot be seen by someone who may have conscience enough to help her if she needed it.’ He let her go. ‘She’s imprisoned herself. And I bet she doesn’t even know it.’ He watched her stagger to the counter.





Her legs were indeed unsteady. She’d never felt anything like that. The strength of the phantom arms around her was incredible, and the way the fingers felt on her skin. Did it really feel like that? Since the incident she didn’t trust anyone long enough to be alone with a boy, and now that she was older, she hardly dated. She was unsure of herself, unsure of what she was supposed to feel. She found she couldn’t talk to her mother. No one believed her story when she was fourteen. How could she take any kind of advice form someone who had no faith or trust in her? She heard heavey steps and watched as a towel raised formt he counter, and what looked like hands wiping in the cloth. It then dropped to the floor. What could she say? What would someone say, who’d just been touched by…well for lack of a better word…touched by a ghost?


She heard the door open.

“I’m home!”

It was her sister Alex. Tya had to hide what just happened, and grabbed the towel from the floor.