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Once safely back in my old room, I found my boxers buried in the blankets and just have enough ti to pull them on, when I suddenly find myself in the blue, corner-less room.
The white light imdiately surrounded , and I can feel my strength slowly ebbing out of .
"Vage PLEASE! I need to talk with you. You don’t have to co in here, just talk to ." I felt for her switches, but just as always has happened every other night since our night-long mating session, she is sohow shielded from .
"I’m sorry," I continue to plead, "I’ll do anything I can to make it up to you, but I need to talk about the demons. I need your help to defeat them."
Silence t my cries for help.
Defeated I drop to my weakened knees, and wonder how much she must hate . I can’t understand why she’d saved when Dan had captured . That had been the only ti she’s acknowledged my existence since that Monday night, almost a week ago.
The white light vanished, and I wait to be sent back to my room.
And wait. . .
I must have dozed off, because a soft voice startled awake, and I tipped over. Looking up from the softly vibrating floor, I saw a dark rectangular hole in one side of the rounded room, with a three-fingered hand sticking out of the inky blackness.
"Co with ," the two tones of Vage’s voice said, sounding tired. Silently I stand, and walked over to the opening.
I can’t see beyond, and fear clutches my throat as the arm disappears into the impossible darkness. It looks like the hand is just floating there, sticking out of complete emptiness. I realize she must be able to see just fine in that darkness, and grasp her three-fingered hand tightly.
She pulled firmly through the black rectangle space slowly. My steps are halting at first, but as the blackness swallows , and all sight vanishes, I felt suddenly alone, despite the hand I was holding. Vage pulls on, and after a few steps, I picked up my pace a little, and Vage doesn’t have to drag my tired form as much. I place my trust in the slight alien, or angel, as I’ve started to think of them. The light vibrations in the smooth floor doesn’t trip up, and soon she stops.
I almost run into her, not expecting the cessation of motion. I feel her breath near my ear, a mont before I hear her voice.
"Don’t speak. Stand here and I will be back," she said.
I opened my mouth to protest, ignoring what she’d just told , but a slender finger against my lips silences . Her small hand leaves mine, and then I truly am alone.
Or I thought I was, because a mont later, a cacophony of noise assaulted my ears, and it took a few monts to realize that it was Vage’s language I was hearing. It sounded like many angels are speaking at once. So of the dual-toned voices sound deeper, and I thought those must have been the males.
I want to know what was going on, but Vage’s warning of not to talk sticks with .
"You are the human, Nicholas Smith, correct?" It takes a mont to realize that I understand that, and the question has to be repeated again before I thought to answer. Vage’s prohibition against speech can’t stay if I was asked a question, can it? When it was asked a third ti, with more insistence, I decided I’d better answer.
"Y-Yes. I’m Nicholas Smith." What’s going on? The voice that’d spoken sounds deeper than Vage’s.
"And you have the ability to make physical changes with your mind?" I realize he was referring to my switches.
"My switches, yes. Hey, what—" I did not get to demand what was going on, as I got cut off.
"And six of your planet’s rotations ago, you made a change in the one you call Vage, causing her to mate with you?"
The sha of it still beats at . I hadn’t understood what I was doing at the ti. I did not an to hurt her nor cause her any harm. All these things I want to explain to them, for now I understand I was on trial, but instead I only say, "Yes," and drop my chin to my chest.
The room erupts again in their language, and I felt soone take my hand. I follow who I hope was Vage back the way I think we ca in.
The way back seems to take longer, as the person holding my hand stops occasionally, and then continues on. Without warning, I was back in the blue room. One mont I was walking in nothingness; the next, the soft blue light blinded , leaving disoriented.
The hand in mine darts back into the black, before I can fully adjust to the new brightness, but I kept a firm grip on her hand, however, and did not let her go. I use my other hand to rub my eyes, as they adjust.
"Vage, please. What is going on? How much trouble am I in? Was that a trial? Are you in trouble? Don’t leave." I fired questions upon questions..
My eyes have finally adjusted to the gentle blue light, but all I can see is her hand sticking out of that impenetrable black. I pull on the hand, wanting to look into her silvery eyes.
She fights only a little, before stepping into the room.
I was not prepared for what I saw. ⊙.⊙ ⊙.⊙.
Her eyes are haggard, and worn, deep bags lining the underside of her silvery eyes. Her shoulders are slumped, and everything about her bespeaks of exhaustion. She isn’t even wearing her light suit. She looks decidedly different without the light dancing along her smooth pink skin. But none of that is what truly surprises .
Vage is pregnant. O_O O_O.
Her stomach is noticeably larger than the last ti I’d seen her. She saw looking, and yanks her hand out of mine, covering herself up.
Before I gets a chance to speak, I’m back in my own room, back in darkness, though not as dark as it had been while I was following Vage..
VAGE IS PREGNANT..
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