Why Is There An Alien Princess In My Room? (ONC 2023 - Alien Romance - Complete)

23: Vyrsa Saves The World (Or Well, The University)

"They're already here!" Vyrsa pushed the quick dress option on her space suit to engage the translation technology in it. "The alarm I set on the communication device must not have worked... It was supposed to warn us before they arrived!"

Pulling his t-shirt over his head, Tristan looked up with adorably tangled hair. "Why didn't it? How can they be here now?" He looked in horror toward the descending green dot outside.

Vyrsa just shook her head. She couldn't understand how this had happened. She knew her Coian technology. Although, maybe the Coian technology also knew her. If the device could tell the user was Isolan it may have ignored her commands.

At least she'd seen the change of location marker become accepted by the device. The ship should still come for the communication device, wherever it was. Although it hardly seemed to matter now, as the alien fleet was embarking on the campus regardless, since that's where the device was kept, on Tristan's study desk.

Unless...

"Is there a big empty area somewhere nearby?" she asked Tristan while shaping her hair into a spiral around her head. It was the best style to keep her hair out of her face while dealing with a stressful situation. And this situation was certainly stressful.

"Uh..." Tristan pulled his hand through his hair, seemingly trying to collect his thoughts. Everything was muddled and confused in the green light of the approaching ship.

Vyrsa closed the distance between them, stepping over scattered clothes from their recent vigorous activities. With a glittering touch, she stroked her fingers through his hair, in one fell swoop shaping the strands  into neat curls. She looked into Tristan's eyes and they took a deep breath together, finding a brief bubble of calm amidst the chaos.

"The football field," Tristan suggested with a stroke of certainty in his voice. "It's far from all the buildings and no one should be there now at night."

"Then we may just be able to save everyone." Vyrsa quickly pressed her lips to Tristan's to confirm their connection even among all the mayhem. "We need to hurry there."

She grabbed the communication device and key before they exited the room, somehow cramming them both between her boobs. It really was astounding that a spacesuit with so many other functions didn't have proper pockets.

Hand in hand, they hurried out the apartment door, even forgetting to close it behind them in their haste to save the world (or well, the university).

Rushed steps smattered on concrete, grass, and asphalt. The green dot in the sky followed them as they ran down staircases, shortcutted through lawns, and scurried across paved footpaths. If anyone was outside at this hour, they would definitely see the hovering spaceship above and wonder. Perhaps even capture still images of it to speculate about in human media. Vyrsa wasn't quite sure how news traveled through the grapevine on this planet but what she was quite sure of was that a blinking green spaceship in the sky would be worthy of note for most of its residents, who had heretofore been unaware of other civilizations even existing in the universe.

But if her plan worked, at least no one would get hurt. Tristan would be safe. Bobby would be safe. All the other people at the university would be safe as well. The only hitch was that Vyrsa would have to leave Earth to ensure everyone's safety.

"There!" Tristan shouted, pointing toward a dark field with white lines in the distance.

Looking toward the spacecraft in the sky, Vyrsa hoped they could make it. At least it hadn't cast down its extraction beam just yet, sucking everything in its path into its hold, which meant there was still hope.

More smattering steps echoed through the empty campus as they ran with increased speed. Not a soul wandered between the square brick buildings, which reminded Vyrsa of the rocks on the Isolan Plains in their rigid conformity.

The beam was still absent when they stepped onto soft grass. That's where Vyrsa stopped in her tracks, right by a white line in the grass.

This was where they needed to part. This was where their journey ended. And she needed to tell Tristan this devastating truth.

"You have to stay here," she whispered as her voice barely carried the words. She squeezed his hand in hers to soften the blow. "I'll go the last bit alone."

Tristan raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked. "I thought we would just put the communication device and key in the field and then leave together."

Unable to meet his eyes, Vyrsa shook her head. "That won't work. I need to go alone."

"And then you'll... come back?" Tristan's voice cracked as if he knew what her reply would be. Perhaps he'd suspected their intimate night together had been a farewell but hadn't wanted to admit it to himself.

Once again, Vyrsa shook her head. "No," she replied, wiping away a metallic tear. The glittering drop fell down into the well-cut grass.

"No?" Tristan almost swallowed the word in a sniffle.

"No," Vyrsa repeated, looking up into amber eyes. Ever since arriving at Earth, she'd been trying to find a way to return home, but as she looked into those familiar eyes she realized that with Tristan she'd felt more at home than she ever did on Isola, where she'd always been too rebellious and curious to ever fit in. But with Tristan, her fascination with the universe was always shared and encouraged.

But she still needed to leave. She needed to go to Coi—a planet whose inhabitants were seemingly trying to infiltrate every part of the galaxy—to protect him and Earth.

"The Coians aren't just after the key," she explained. "They'll want me too since I took the key from them. And if they don't find me, they'll keep extracting everything and everyone until they do. So I have to go, to protect you."

Before Tristan could protest, Vyrsa pressed her lips to his, reveling in every sensation. He tasted like sweet sprinkled donuts and smelled like buttered popcorn.

She would never forget her handsome Earthling nerd.

"Goodbye, Tristan," Vyrsa said as their lips parted.

She already missed the sensation of his lips against hers. She missed it so much that it hurt.

But Vyrsa didn't have time to dwell on such emotions. She needed to go. So before she could falter in her resolve, she let go of Tristan's hand and turned away from him.

Quickly, she ran onto the field as the spaceship hovered close above. It must have seen her and locked onto her position. Which meant that her plan would hopefully work. She would save Tristan, and everyone else.

When she reached the middle of the field, as far away from any buildings or humans as possible, she turned to look toward her Earthling beau one last time.

That's when the extraction beam cascaded down on her, flooding the whole field with light. Everything glittered like stars, switching between dark and light at ever-increasing speed. Vyrsa could still hint the university around her but it was obscured by a lens of strobing lights.

Through it all, she could see Tristan at the end of the field. He was safe. He was outside the beam. And so was the rest of the school. Her plan had worked.