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Kara was sitting with Lena in her office eating Chinese food when there was a knock at the door. A man entered smiling holding a bouquet of flowers.
“I figured you'd be here,” he said and Kara could see his fangs at the edges of his smile. She glanced sideways at Lena then back at the man in front of her.
“I just got back from San Francisco and wanted to see you,” he said.
“I'm Silas,” he said reaching his hand out for Lena to shake.
“When I couldn't get a hold of you, I guessed you'd be one of two places,” he said handing the flowers to Kara. She took them trying not to seem like she had no idea who he was. He was an alien. And she knew what he needed as a food source. He might not be able to break her skin but he could do so to her new friend's.
“I didn't know you were seeing anyone,” Lena said looking at Kara but Silas spoke before Kara could say anything. This would probably a good thing because her lying as Kara Danvers wasn't the best.
“We've only been dating a few weeks,” Silas said flashing Lena another smile. Kara stood up and let the man kiss her on the cheek. She didn't feel his teeth against her cheek but she felt his arm circle around her waist. She looked up at him and again she could spot the sharp teeth in the corner. See the tips of them, the ones that tore through flesh to get to blood.
“Kara, you should go on your date,” Lena said, “We can have dinner anytime. Go.” She looked up at him, into his green eyes listening to his heartbeat. It was strong and steady.
“Are you sure Lena?” Kara asked.
“Go!” she said, “Give me the details later, we'll reschedule dinner.” Then Kara left her office and when they made it to the lobby, filled with people leaving she held her breath.
“I'm not going to hurt anyone here,” he said softly pulling Kara closer and smiled at the woman at the reception desk. She waited until they were a distance away from LuthorCorp wading through the crowds of people enjoying their Saturday night.
“Alright Silas,” Kara said, “Why did you come looking for me? What do you want?”
“Kryptonians are known for being smart,” he said, “Brilliant even. I'd have thought you'd had it figured it out by now.”
“You want my blood,” she said, “Not surprising of blood drinkers.” He held up his hands.
“I'm not going to take it forcefully,” he said.
“Then why are you here? Do you want Lena's blood?”
“Go after a Luthor? After what her brother did to your cousin. I'm not stupid.”
“I wanted to meet you. It's been a long time since I saw you last.”
“I've never seen you before.”
“I followed your pod,” he said, “Was on my way off Krypton when it was dying.” This caught Kara off guard, she thought the only ones to leave her planet were her and Clark.
“It was a beautiful planet,” he said, “I was, you could say, backpacking across planets at the time.”
“No desire to return home?” she asked. Why stay here, after all this time?
“Too many rules, regulations,” he said, “Besides my ship's somewhere on the bottom of the ocean.”
“So you're stuck here on Earth,” she said, “Hoping I can help you off it? Is that why you sought me out?”
“No,” he said, “Plenty of this planet left to see.”
“Why seek me out now? Why not a year ago?” She narrowed her eyes at the alien in front of her.
“DEO agents crawling all around you, keeping an eye on you, always watching, listening,” he said then seeing her face said, “Like you didn't know. Your sister had someone posted outside your apartment at all times.”
“How do you know about-”
“I've kept track of you Kara,” he said, “From a distance of course. I've had my own life.”
“What do you want with me Silas?” she asked and again prodded, “Why seek me out? Why tell Lena you're my boyfriend?”
“That last one was just to convince her to let you go,” he said, “I've wanted to see you for a while now, meet with you. I'm heading to Hawai'i soon.”
“You still haven't told me why you came looking for me,” she huffed. He was dancing around the problem.
“I need your help; well I have friends who do,” he said.
“Then why didn't they come to me?”
“They couldn't. They're stuck,” he said, “On one of the Hawaiian islands.”
“So, they need their own personal airline? There are flights between here and Hawai'i, boats too.”
“Not every alien has the advantage of looking human.” Kara said nothing to this. She'd only met a handful of aliens while living in National City. She remembered her new friend having a tool to identify aliens because she didn't like the image modulators masking aliens. Lena had wanted to know who she was meeting with. She didn't trust aliens, just like her cousin and even Alex didn't really trust her because she was a Luthor. But Kara didn't know her well enough to tell her outright that while she said she wanted to get away from the image her brother created, making these tools only made her appear very much like Luthor.
“So you want me to fly and get them?” Kara finally asked.
“High altitude doesn't necessarily agree with them, I have another way, to get them, I mean. Just come with me to my place and you can decide to help me. Please. One alien to another.” Kara agreed wary of him, but if she kept any eye on him he couldn't hurt anyone. They ended up at a dock and he stopped in front of a sailboat. It was his home. It was dark blue and had alien letters written all over the hull. She recognized a handful of the languages but couldn't read any of them.
“You advertise that you aren't human,” she said.
“Not many people bother reading my boat's name. When they do ask, I mention it's a dead language. There are over seven thousand dead languages on this planet, people don't tend to question it. Other aliens, like you, know it's not some dead Earth language. And it's not really a name, or names rather. It means safe harbor.” Kara's brow furrowed.
“I'm the only of my kind on this planet. The moniker vampire doesn't sit well with my people, I'm sure you understand.”
“From what I can remember, your people are the exact opposite of Dracula,” Kara said, “Though there are always deviants.”
“Like I said earlier, I'm not going to take your blood without permission,” he said.
“Because I'm so inclined to believe you,” she said.
“You followed me back here,” he said, “Come on let's get inside.” He was watching two men coming down the dock. They sounded drunk and were calling out Silas's name.
“You know those people?” Kara asked following him down the steps.
“Unfortunately,” he said, “But I don't plan on staying around much longer.”
“Yeah, Hawai'i right?”
“Hawai'i, then Australia, maybe New Zealand,” he said, “Once we get these people to their new home.”
“National City not to your liking?” Kara asked.
“Not enough tourists,” he said.
“What do tourists have to do with anything?”
“I may not be your typical Dracula but I do need blood to survive,” he said. He lifted the lid to a cooler showing what looked like a tray of frozen fish. He lifted that revealing pints of blood.
“Don't worry, it's willingly given,” he said.
“Really? Why do I doubt that?”
“They're from a blood bank.”
“That blood is meant for humans,” she said.
“We all have friends in high places,” he said, “Hank Henshaw, Superman, and Lena Luthor. Would you rather I take it from the humans directly?” Kara scowled at him as he showed his fangs. Sharp but she wasn't sure if they were sharp enough to break her skin if a bullet couldn't.
“You still haven't explained why you can't just go get them yourself.”
“Old prejudices die hard,” he said, “The son, we're good friends, its' his parents who don't trust me. But they'll trust the girl of steel.” Kara looked around the boat. She saw a desk with a heavy duty computer and radio across from a booth and table. There was a galley kitchen and a door she assumed lead to a bedroom. Squinting her eyes above her glasses she saw she was right. The other side was a hallway leading into another room with a full bed. There was also an empty desk in there. In the hall, against the wall was a set of bunkbeds.
“I've made some adjustments,” he said noticing her looking around. He sat down at the desk with the computer. In the drawer he pulled out a remote and pressed a button. Kara felt a pulse of energy and saw a shield of purple light encase the boat. Something about it felt familiar.
“I sunk my spaceship on purpose, people weren't so sure of aliens ten years ago. Before I did, however, I took a few parts out of it.”
“And you found an engineer who was able to put it in this boat?” Kara asked not entirely sure what it was.
“In another life I was an engineer. Built my spaceship myself, all of it's parts. This shield protects my ship from the worst of storms. Keeps everything in here waterproof even if the ship tips over. Even replaced the GPS.”
“Why not build a ship to get off the planet or fix yours?”
“While I built my ship I had a lot of help, a lot of double checking from friends. Here, I would have had to recruit the help of humans,” he said, “At least early on. And we both know they're not ready for off world travel. They've just barely made it to the moon.” Kara forgot that his kind lived for hundreds of years. So, while Earth only landed on the moon a little over fifty years ago, that was a blink of an eye for him as compared to a generation for humans.
“And it's not like they're the most accepting of species.”
“Humans aren't all bad,” Kara said thinking of her sister, of Eliza, of Lois.
“If your boss knew you weren't human would you still have a job? Have an apartment? Do you think you'd be so easily accepted in National City if you didn't fly around in a cape?” Kara frowned.
“When humans went to the moon they claimed it with a flag. I've learned the history of this planet. I've read what they did to their colonies, seen what they've done to people of different color, of different cultures. How do you think others would react should they plant one of their flags claiming the planet was now theirs? And when humans were attacked and fled, do you think they'd return viewing the aliens here as kind?” Again Kara remained silent. She thought of General Lane, of Lex Luthor, of an organization called Cadmus that was the whole reason her cousin didn't like working with the DEO.
“My friends are treated differently because they aren't from Earth. I want to take them somewhere safe. There's this town north of San Francisco, a town of humans and aliens who live peacefully together. Because of who I am, what I am, I can't do what needs to be done. But you can.”
“So, we're supposed to travel there by boat?” Kara asked seeing the man's frustration with the people of Earth and himself.
“I can get us there in a week. Once we drop them off, you can fly home,” he said.
“Why not just have me meet you there?” she asked, “Why do you want me to come with you?”
“Like I said, I wanted to meet you. I want to get to know the girl who I followed, the girl I ended up in the Phantom Zone with, and the Supergirl she's become.”
“I'm more than just Supergirl,” Kara said.
“Then sail with me,” he said, “Show me.”