Zirconia: If you see anything I need to work on then tell me. Just don't be mean about it. This is some what of a role play with one of my friends from Portugal. I posted this same fan fiction on but I've added more stuff on the version that is here. Don't ask me why, I just got bored.

Disclaimer: I don't own Predator and I make no money from it, this is just a fanfiction that was just for fun. I own my ocs, though.

In the vastness of the space, a space ship was traveling, through the galaxy, but it wasn't a regular one, it belonged to a race.

Yautja.

They were traveling in the direction of a blue planet... Earth.

Preparing for a hunt on Earth, they had made a discovery. It appeared that the Xenomorphs had escaped somehow, and the Yautjas wanted to discover what happened before they appeared on the planet.

It is the first time for some Predator's hunt on Earth, but they were already blooded warriors, which was a good start, and they were overly anxious to hunt Xenomorphs and human beings. But in this moment they were preparing themselves for the hunt and a place for their future's trophies.

"We have to be ready for the hunt." The Elder spoke to all of them, then looked at the youngest of the group, "Ven-Ahn, I am counting on you, to recognize the place."

The young Predator looked at his Elder, he knew they could rely on him. He was excellent in searching for information and seeking new places to hunt worthless prey, but for now he needed to focus on the mission, and possibly do some hunting on his own account, to put a new trophy on his wall.

On Earth, the humans were going about their normal life, ignoring the menace from space and from the unknown beings, who were hiding not to terribly far away from them.

In North Carolina, more precisely on the outskirts of Reidsville, lived a 24 year old girl, named Andrea. She lived on a farm, which belonged to her grandparents before they passed away. She'd lived there all her life.

Andrea loved to sing. Everyone who heard her always complimented her on her beautiful voice but she stopped singing all together after her mother was killed in a car crash. Her sadness put her on a depression, a big one that she had to fight alone.

Her boss always noticed her moods and tried to help, "Oh Andrea! Cheer up, sweet heart." The girl was standing next to her boss, "I'm sure you'll find someone who will love you very soon, dear. You can't stay alone forever." The woman looked at her, but didn't know the real motive of her sadness.

"You really think so, Mama?" Everyone who worked and came there called the boss lady 'Mama' since she was so caring and loving. She was a good boss, one who tried to understand the employees, "God doesn't want his children to be sad and full of grief, honey."

Andrea poured some more coffee into an elderly man's coffee cup before turning and taking off her apron. It was time for her to go home after a long day at work.

On her way home, she thought about her parents. If they were still alive, would she still be happy?

Andrea always walked home through an old trail in the woods. It was long but she needed the time to think. A depression hit her after her parent's death and she had these waves of what seemed to be torment that washed over her. It was always random when they hit. She thought about suicide but didn't want to take the coward's way out. Like most depressed people, she had the suicidal and homicidal thoughts that randomly popped up into her head; she would never act on them, though. She had the moments where she would drop to the floor and just lay there, to sad to even move. Having been put on depression medication a few years back, it seemed to work for a little while.

She sniffled before she pulled her light jacket around her upon feeling the wind blow.

It was then when she heard what sounded like a pained growl, almost a whimper.

She stopped in her tracks and listened...

...but heard nothing.

When she went to take another step forward she heard it again. After a few minutes of standing there, not knowing what to do, she decided to move off of the trail to look for the source of the cries.

The sun was starting to set so she tried to hurry. A purr like click filled the air as she seemed to get closer to whatever it was.

When she came to a hill in the woods that led down into a small creek, she saw something that seemed to resemble a human somewhat. It was a male, she could tell by the body build, and could see that he was tall. He was about in between seven to eight feet, from a quick guess.

Around and on the crying being was bright green liquid that seemed to glow. She cautiously made her way to him and saw that he had been shot several times and appeared to have fallen in an old barbed wire fence that had tangled him up in what looked like an attempt to free himself. She assumed in a blinde rage full of pain he became trapped within the wire. His arms were stuck, he couldn't reach anything. How long had he been here?

As she came closer, the being jerked his head to her and growled a threat, snarling and screaming at her.

"I-it's ok. I won't hurt you." Andrea said in a gentle tone, "I want to help, you."

"Help from an Ooman?" His voice was deep with a gurgling growl that had a slight echo from the mask covering his face. She could barely understand him but somehow managed.

She kneeled beside him on the ground and placed a gentle hand on his torn abdomen which tensed up, another on the cheek of his mask, "I'll get you out." He looked at her, very surprised as she leaves the place to bring something to cut the fence, but before leaving she informs him "Hang on… I will bring something to cut the wire, and take you out of this mess!"

He'd have to wait a while longer but thoughts started invading his mind, "Why did I come to this place? I was reckless in showing my self to that Ooman hunter… because of that I am injured!" He heard steps, and turn his head, and noticed the human woman coming back. She had in her hand two strange tools. He looked at the object, "You brought a weapon to finish me off!" She smiles and started to cut the fence with the thick wire cutters, "Relax… I'm trying get you out… and it isn't a weapon! I guess it can be used as one, though."

Finally the fence was cut and the Yautja was set free. Without warning a hand flew to her neck and pulled her closer to him, off the ground. After a few minutes of silence from him as he seemed to just gaze at her, he let go of her neck, shoving her back. She didn't seem scared which was odd in his opinion. She started reaching a gentle hand towards him before he jerked away with a growl. Her hand on his arm, she managed to see all of his wounds; "Hmm… you had luck… the shots aren't fatal, they passed through your body and didn't damage anything important!" She grabbed her first aid kit she had brought and started cleaning his wounds. Meanwhile, he spaced out. His mind was trying to assimilate the recent events, 'Ooman are prey, but this female is willing to help me. Why? Could it be a trick?'

His thoughts were interrupted by the girl, "Hey! You ok?"

The Yautja growled at her but hesitantly nodded.

He took his med kit from his back, opened it and took out a weird blue gel and put it on the bullets wounds. He let out a roar of pain. She jumped, because of the roar, but noticed not even a moment later the bullet wound was gone. "Wow… if you heal fast with pain… count me out."

He put the med kit back in it's place, then gave a glance to the girl before leaving, "You helped me… I will not harm you..." Saying that he disappeared, leaving a stunned girl behind, 'Wow… I've never seen a being like him before… I have to find out what he is, and maybe his name if he has one! No human can possibly...'

When she treated him earlier, she had studied his features. His long dreadlocks had golden rings decorating them, he had the body of a wrestler with firm muscles. (She loved wrestling so compared almost everything to it) His skin color was a pale light brown, wearing fishnet-like material that covered his body. His strange armor along with his mask was detailed in several symbols, some of his weapons that were visible had the same pattern.

She then realized it wasn't the weapons that called her attention, it was his physic. She blushed deeply upon the thought of that but shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind. He frightened her, yes. But when he grabbed her the way he did, she didn't panic. She had longed for death for the longest time and thought it was finally going to end.

Several hours had passed and Andrea was trying to eat something. She had one of those feelings in her stomach that if she ate anything, she'd just vomit it back up. So instead she poured a glass of Port wine and slowly nibbled some crackers while looking out her kitchen window at the stars, "Why did you leave me Mother, Father… I am so alone in this world… I need the both of you." She took a sip of the wine then left the glass on the table. She decided to go to bed thinking maybe the next day wouldn't be so bad.

As if sensing her sadness her black cat, Salem jumped up onto the bed with her, head butting her, letting her kn ow in the cat language that he loved her.
She pulled the cat into her arms and eventually fell asleep to Salem's purring.

Andrea yawned, waking up the next morning with the sun shining on her face through her bedroom window. Not even a minute after she sat up in her bed, her phone rang, scaring her cat. When she answered, it was Mama from the restaurant.

"Andrea, honey?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm giving you a few days off, you need some time to yourself. The café is kind of messed up now, anyway. A tree fell over on top of the left side and made a hole in the roof! It'll be a while until its fixed."

Mama was always worried about her because of her depression. She had been a good friend to Andrea's parents when they were alive.

"Are you sure? I can help with-"

"Have a little me time. Like, watch a funny movie or lay out in the sun."

Andrea sighed into the phone, "But Mama-"

"No buts, young lady," The old woman had a smile in her voice, "You needed to take some time off anyway. So I'll see you in a week?"

"A week? You just said-" A click was heard before she finished, "-a few days...and how'd a tree fall on the cafe?" She finished out loud more to herself just to finish the sentence.

She hung up the phone and threw on some clothes before fixing a glass of milk so she could take her medication. In her opinion, it was bad when you had to take meds to make you happy.

After taking her pills and nibbling on a piece of bread so the medication wouldn't make her sick, a step outside for some fresh air didn't sound like a bad idea. She had on her blue jean Capri pants and a pink tank top. Before putting on her brown boots she grabbed her light green jacket that was to big for her since it was always chili in the early morning hours.

"Salem, wanna go outside?"

The cat let out an excited mew then trotted out the door with his tail up in the air.

She decided to walk to work any way to see the damage done to the cafe, through the trail in the woods. She never saw any sign of the odd creature she had helped yesterday so figured he was long gone by now. He was all she could think about.

Once there, she saw the damage but no one was around. She was wanting to see the inside but felt it was better to just turn around and go home. Only this time, she was walking on the main road.

In the shadows two hunters were watching her going away from the place. Andrea didn't know she was being pursued by two men that did not have good intentions, either. One of them had been bragging lately about the weird thing he killed a few days ago. He had always been a jerk to the women in the cafe, always smacking her butt and making sexual comments to her and the other two girls that worked there.

"Hey, sugar. You the one that works at that place, ain't ya?" The taller one said when he grabbed her wrist.

Andrea froze. She couldn't hear any of the words after the second one shoved her to the ground and straddled her. She always said she would kick someone's ass if they ever tried anything like this but now that it was actually happening, she was to scared to even scream.

"P-please! Leave me alone!"

These words just amused the taller man as he pulled on her tank top, ripping it to reveal her front half.
"Maybe we should just leave her alone, man.

"Shut up!" The tallest forced his lips against hers before she could even try to scream. The feeling of him groping her was horrible.

'This can't be happening! Oh God! Please help me! Send me an angel or something, please!'

It was then when something knocked him off of her, sending him through the air.

After a few minutes when she was able to look up, and saw the man that had first grabbed her in the air. She laid back on the ground on her side, trying to cover herself. She didn't know what was happening but didn't care, she was in shock. She did look up, however when she heard a familiar voice.

"You."

The creature from the day before was pointing to the remaining man.

"Y-you're alive? But I shot you!"

A voice that sounded almost like a recording echoed through the area, "Die, you fucker."

"W-what?" The man was stunned as the voice he heard sounded just like his own.

"Shut up!" It was the man's own voice again that seemed to speak from the creature.

Andrea looked away, not wanting to see the result of this meeting. She was shaking and still in shock, curled up on her side in the grass. None of the screaming around her even reached her ears, she was in a strong trance-like state for her mind to even register anything. She didn't know how long she stayed like that before a gentle but rough hand touched her upper arm.

"Are you ok, Ooman?"

She managed to get out a whimper or two before he picked her up bridal style and began to walk with her into the woods.

Andrea was terrified of what had almost happened, of what had happened… those men had tried to harm her. Suddenly she realized if that creature hadn't come when he did the hunters would've raped her. Thank God someone was looking after her, it was her lucky day despite of her bad luck.
'I have to admit, God...I wasn't expecting this guy to be my angel.' She smiled, silently talking to her God in her head, 'Thank you for sending him to help me!'

She was pretty much out of it the whole way back to the trail in the woods. Once there, he kneeled down to his knees and opened her torn shirt, revealing the scratches over her chest. They weren't life threatening so decided to let her do what she wanted in order to let them heal. For some reason, Andrea knew he wasn't going to hurt her so didn't freak out.

When they reached her house, she was still in a state of shock and couldn't seem to let go of the Yautja.

Maybe he could get her mind off of it… then he look at her, questioning with curiosity, "Name…?"

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, still. He had to repeat himself before she answered him, "Andrea…" Her name is a little hard for him, so he tried to pronounce it, "Drea?" He tried several times, but hears her ask him the same thing, "And yours?"

So he put his fist and on the chest saying with pride, "Ven-Ahn."

It wasn't to hard for him to speak her language. He had heard a lot of the language from recent encounters and managed to translate half of it so he knew what he was saying.

She had left the door unlocked when she left that morning so he was carrying her up stairs to her room at the moment, she was asleep. Even if she was awake she couldn't walk herself for the shock from the earlier events. Once he placed her on her bed he removed the torn clothing from her body and pulled the comforter over top of her.

Ven-Ahn started to examine the girl on the bed, her body was athletic, and she had smooth tanned skin.

He touched her brown hair, feeling the softness of it, then looked at her face. Something there caught his attention, it was a scar on her jaw line, probably from an old wound. He stroked it, careful to not wake her.

To him she was a beautiful woman, for Ooman standards of course, but her eyes… her bright honey brown eyes, he noticed were full of sadness. He didn't know the reason behind her it but he'd have to discover that, later.

The next morning Andrea was slightly confused when she woke up without any clothes on until she remembered the night before. She blushed at the thought that someone had seen her this way.

Without a second thought she got out of bed and jumped in the shower.

After, she put on a skirt and a tank top with matching flip flops then went outside. In her garden, she plopped down on one of the big rocks that decorated the middle of the flowered area. She always came here to think. She wasn't surprised when Salem jumped up on her lap and cuddled against her chest.

A familiar purr filled the air around her but she ignored it at first, thinking about her parents. The sky above her turned cloudy. Rain was on the way and there was no doubt that there would be storms later tonight.

She hated storms, especially when she was alone.