The chapter below is from the sci-fi, triller book Fear is in the Air by Eva Newermann
As the wedding celebration continues, I get an urge for some fresh air and something inside me tells me to take the elevator to the top floor.
On the roof there is a large patio with a semicircle of lounge chairs.
I see a tall man standing in a corner gazing up at the sky. From the antennas on his head I know he belongs to our wedding party. I walk over to him.
“Hi, are you planning a trip? If you are you can visit my Stargate property on the Moon.” I lean against the rail.
“My name is Ewa Lowe, sister of the groom. What a wacky wedding this has been!”
He turns slowly and gives me his hand. When we touch I get a light electric shock. I guess my specially made rubber soles are not stopping the jolts this time.
“Hi, I’m Adam Skai, James’ astronomy teacher. So you also fell for the acre selling scam on the Moon?”
I look into two blue eyes.
He has the most beautiful smile, but I’m drawn back to his eyes! I can see blood veins in the pupils, so he must be wearing some weird contact lenses.
I can feel chills crawling up my spine.
His skin is so white it looks transparent. He must have covered his body with some kind of white powder.
His white hair, or is it a wig? Is a mass of tiny white curls. Still, he manages to look and sound very sexy.
The hottest Andorian I’ve ever seen. He’s still holding my hand and now takes my other hand. Another shock goes through me….
I’m not the one giving the shocks –he’s the one giving them to me.
Whoa! Love at first touch! Adam and Ewa, sounds as good as apple pie to me. Take it easy now, Ewa, you don’t know anything about this guy.
Come to think about it, I do know a few things about Adam Skai. James told me Adam was one of the youngest and brightest astrophysicists in the world. A real wonder boy, only 25 years old and he has already written many astronomy books.
In all the pictures I’d seen of him he was always wearing large, dark sunglasses, a black hat and black turtleneck sweater. James was always telling me what a special person Adam was.
Well, here he is, and he sure is special.
“So you are Seven of Nine?” Adam is pulling me closer to him. “I think you should be called One of One, instead!”
I laugh: “You are the Number One, if anyone is. I’ve read all your books and it sure makes me humble to meet somebody who knows so much about the universe.”
Adam whispers in my ear: “It makes me humble to meet somebody as beautiful as you.” He pushes me a little away from him and then locks his hands behind my neck.
How is it possible to feel warm and cold at the same time?
The moonlight hits his face and it seems like the veins inside his blue eyes are glowing red. His skin looks phosphorescent, like glittering snow.
A chill goes through my body. He cradles my head to his chest and I can smell…spices? Yes, a spice – like cinnamon.
He puts his hands around my waist and cat-quick lifts me up on the ledge. Thirty floors below, I can see the small headlights from all the cars.
Oh, my God! Is he going to push me off the ledge?
Not that I care. I feel I’m on some kind of cinnamon aphrodisiac drug trip. I can probably fly into Blue Heaven if he throws me off the building.
“Listen, Ewa, what I’m telling you now might not make any sense to you, but believe me, when the time comes you will understand.
“Don’t be afraid, the future looks good for you. Now, close your eyes.” I obey, in a trance I cling to him. He puts his lips close to my ear and the cinnamon smell gets even stronger.
“We are going to meet again under very different circumstances.
“We both carry alien DNA, Ewa –you and I,” he says, squeezing my shoulders. I stiffen.
He buries his face in my hair and goes on.
“Repeat after me: ‘Friday the 13th will be my lucky day.’ Say it!”
In a trance, I whisper, “Friday the 13th will be my lucky day.”
What does he mean? What will happen on Friday the 13th? Why alien DNA?
I always knew I was a little different. I couldn’t explain the weird electricity that surged through my body.
Then there is my ability to shatter glass. I know some soprano singers can do that, but my high-pitched tone never seemed to come from my throat –it felt more like a beam from my brain.
Adam is now offering me an improbable explanation. This sounds very strange….
He pulls back –just enough to create a slice of moonlight between our faces. His lips are now moving towards mine and I close my eyes again. We let our tongues do the flying.
I feel like I’m zipping through space and all the stars are crashing into my body.
Qu Statt? (What’s happening?). Did I just dream this? Who is this guy? What powers does he have?
Suddenly, he lets go of me. I am so startled I nearly fall backwards, into the void.
I open my eyes and the last thing I see is Adam going into the elevator. Just before the doors close I can hear the faint words, “Friday the 13th and alien DNA, don’t forget.”
I jump down from the ledge and stand there for a long time just looking up at the sky. My whole body is shaking and reeking of cinnamon. Electric jolts go through my body. I feel enraptured.
A week later I read in the newspaper that Adam Skai, our brilliant young astrophysicist, has left for Europe to join an international astronomy team. He doesn’t know when he will return to America.
If he had been interested in me, he could have told me where in Europe he would be living. Doesn’t he know I’m a flight attendant and travel all over the world?
I really would like to get to know him. Why does he give me cutis anserine? Why does he have the same problem with electric shocks like me? What the heck does Friday the 13th mean?
“Oops!” I was so lost in my thoughts about Adam I nearly missed the Sheridan Street exit that’s going to take me to James and Irene’s home in Hollywood.
I’ve had to brush up on my Klingon, I was reading in the Klingon dictionary before I left home. James is going to get a kick out of that.
Outside their house I see two new cars in the driveway. One is a white Volvo station wagon, the other, a shiny black Hummer.
So, they have been shopping, too!
I walk inside and the house is filled with flower arrangements, mostly lilies.
Do they know the name Lillian comes from the lily flower?
In the hall I see James and in my best Klingon I say. “Qaleghqa’ ‘oH QaQ” (It’s good to see you again).
He is trying not to smile. “Qaleghqa’ne’ S” (I’m honored to see you again).
After exchanging hugs, we go outside to the pool. The sun is shining and it’s warm, even if it is November.
Irene is huge!
“The baby is due any day now,” James smiles.
Any minute now, from where I’m standing.
We all sit down on their comfortable Rotting chairs.
Irene flashes me a smile.
“Lovise will get here in an hour. Then we’ll play bridge.”
“Ewa,” James says, taking both of Irene’s hands into his, “We’ve got something to tell you.”
I nod and look at them intensely, sensing that this is important. James continues, “Irene and I have decided to name the baby Lilliana, as a tribute to Lillian.”
I take a deep breath.
“Oh, that’s wonderful! Just great! I am so happy to hear that.”
I jump out of my chair and hug them both again. I also have to do a little Indian war dance.
When things settle down, Irene says, “We only have one problem. Since none of us practices any religion, how are we going to have a christening? Of course, we would like you to be the godmother, but maybe we should find a different word for it, since we don’t believe in God?”
Well, this is something new. I never had thought of this situation before. Yes, we had been raised as atheists.
Lillian and Dexter always said they were positive atheists, which meant they understood that religious people have reasons to believe. We also had been taught to respect all religions.
“Hey,” I say, “since money is no longer an object, I’ll figure out something very special for our little Lilliana.
“Speaking of money, let’s go out in front and gawk at the cars.”
We all start laughing
“You two go ahead and talk cars,” Irene says, “I have to go and lie down for a while.”
“Are you OK, honey?” James asks, like a worrying father-to-be should.
“Yes, yes, I’m just tired and hot.” She wobbles towards the house.
James and I go arm in arm to the driveway.
“Holy shit!” he exclaims when he sees the Corvette. I toss him the car keys. He turns around and goes inside the hallway. When he returns, he tosses me his Hummer keys.
We are like two screaming kids on Christmas Eve. The wheels are screaming too. Dust billows up behind us.
“Back in 15 minutes,” I yell out the window as I do the Vulcan split-finger greeting.
“Qapla’!” (Success!), he holler back, “If I’m not back in two days send a helicopter!”
“Qapla’!” I shout and floor the pedal.
Greased Lightning would’ve been green with envy.
I lean back. What a ride! Everything inside is leather and teak. It’s huge and comfortable, like sitting in your living room. The panel has so many gadgets and lights it looks like a James Bond scenario.
Everybody is staring and waving at the car and I wave back exuberantly.
It sure is great to be rich!
When I get back to the house, Lovise is pulling into the courtyard. James is already there, running inside, his cell phone to his ear.
I hurry after him, waving for Lovise to follow.
“What’s wrong, James?” I ask.
“The water broke and I don’t know if I have to drive her to the hospital.” James is pale as a sheet. We are now outside the bathroom door.
“Honey, are you OK?” James is knocking softly on the door. The door opens and Irene comes out.
“I have to call the hospital and ask what to do.” She sits down by the phone and dials the number. We are standing anxiously next to her. Finally she hangs up.
“The woman on the phone, told me there is no hurry to get to the hospital. Since this is my first baby and I have no contractions or pains yet, it will take a while. She also told me, I will most likely give birth within 48 hours.”
In fact, 22 hours later Lilliana saw the light. She was born on November 9, 2001, at 7:37 in the evening. She has her mom’s brown eyes.
I’d better get into therapy fast!