Waiting by Erin Dennington ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 67 Stella sensed a blackness far blacker than anything she could imagine hovering in front of their faces. Oddly enough, she wasn't scared for her safety at all. However, the thought that the others might get hurt scared her so much that she kept walking across the room, blindly, with her arms outstretched, trying to find them. When she came to what felt like the border of the blackness that cloaked the room, she swept her arm from side to side, feeling a tingling sensation in the air that stopped abruptly only a few inches in front of her. There was a sentient aspect to the blackness and she knew that someone had planned this attack well enough to leave them with virtually no way out. She could sense an urgency in the cloud that throbbed more insistently around one individual, and she hoped that she reached whoever it was in time to save them, for she guessed that someone was about to be bitten. She reached the center of the tension area and threw herself at whoever was there, not concerned with the insects that whined around her head. She was only concerned with finding the person and wrapping her arms around them. Stella had no idea who it could be, everyone that had been in the room was about the same size to her in the darkness. Stella feared she was too late when she heard a muffled gasp and felt the person start to crumple to the ground, so she flung herself down, stretching out on top of the person, and asked, "Where? Where'd you get bitten?" The person feebly held an arm out in front of her face, thrusting the wrist up to Stella's list. Stella kissed the wrist, feeling her lips immediately go numb with the contact. Realizing what that meant, she held her glowing arm up to the wounded area, hoping that the evil poison could be counteracted. It seemed to be an eternity until she felt the person buckle and then turn their head to the side, vomiting the vile poison, choking. She held them steady, rubbing the wrist firmly, yet gently, and waited for whoever it was to relax. With her free hand, she tightly held the arm above the person's head, trying to slow the bleeding down. It wasn't a large bite wound, which was to be expected from such a small insect, but because she had been sucking at it, trying to get the poison out, the blood flew much more freely than it would otherwise. It was only when the person collapsed, panting for breath, that she realized it was not Christina that lie beneath her. It was one of the men. She felt something hard pressing against her leg, and found herself wondering which of the men it could be. Her thoughts naturally turned to Bill, the person she was the closest to in age, and who seemed to be as attracted to her as she was to him. She waited impatiently for whoever it was to reveal himself. He seemed to realize who the person was who had helped him at the exact same moment that she realized it was not Christina beneath her and fell still. He laboriously worked to control his breathing, finally managing to bring it, and his erection, under control. That was when Stella realized who had to be beneath her. It was as if the world had stopped for them when she heard a whispered, "Stella? Am I ok? " She nodded and, leaning down, brought her lips to his. "You sure had me scared there for a minute," she finally said, breaking the kiss. "I didn't die, did I?" He sounded scared. "No, you're very much alive," she replied, trying to reassure him. He cleared his throat. "Oh. Just checking. Ok then. Well, was the kiss an added bonus for almost dying?" She heard the hesitation in his voice and decided to tease him a little, trying to control her own breathing. She chuckled. "No, I had to make sure the poison was out of you." He sounded disappointed when he said, "Oh," so she leaned down and kissed him again, surprised at her audacity, knowing she had to be blushing. Stella had never kissed anyone before now; she'd been too wrapped up in her own little world of dancing that she had never dated. She quite found herself liking this, wanting to do it again and again. "Thanks," he whispered when they again came up for air. "I owe you." "I'll come collect from you later, Bill," she said, climbing a trifle unsteadily to her feet. "Do me a favor, though, and try not to get bitten again." She held a hand out and helped him to his feet. Straining to feel what was going on in the room, she sensed another area of heightened tension in the cloud and, pulling Bill along beside her, hurried for the corner where she knew Davis and Marty to have been standing. Holding Bill's hand, she no longer felt as afraid of what was going on. If she could save Bill, she could save anyone. He squeezed her hand and she had to push the pleasant thoughts to the back of her mind, knowing that now was not the time to give into her hormonal urges. But she resolved that, as soon as this was all over, she was going to force Bill to pay up. She figured that he owed her a lot more kisses, for saving someone's life was a priceless gift. 13:04 - 11.22.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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