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Once safely back in my old room, I found my boxers buried in the blankets and just have enough time to pull them on, when I suddenly find myself in the blue, corner-less room.

The white light immediately surrounded me, and I can feel my strength slowly ebbing out of me.

"Vage PLEASE! I need to talk with you. You don't have to come in here, just talk to me." I felt for her switches, but just as always has happened every other night since our night-long mating session, she is somehow shielded from me.

"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 met my cries for help.

Defeated I drop to my weakened knees, and wonder how much she must hate me. I can't understand why she'd saved me when Dan had captured me. That had been the only time 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 me 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.

"Come with me," 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 me firmly through the black rectangle space slowly. My steps are halting at first, but as the blackness swallows me, and all sight vanishes, I felt suddenly alone, despite the hand I was holding. Vage pulls me 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 me up, and soon she stops.

I almost run into her, not expecting the cessation of motion. I feel her breath near my ear, a moment 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 me, but a slender finger against my lips silences me. Her small hand leaves mine, and then I truly am alone.

Or I thought I was, because a moment later, a cacophony of noise assaulted my ears, and it took me a few moments to realize that it was Vage's language I was hearing. It sounded like many angels are speaking at once. Some 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 me.

"You are the human, Nicholas Smith, correct?" It takes me a moment 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 time, 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 shame of it still beats at me. I hadn't understood what I was doing at the time. I did not mean 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 someone take my hand. I follow who I hope was Vage back the way I think we came 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 moment I was walking in nothingness; the next, the soft blue light blinded me, leaving me 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 me 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 me.

Vage is pregnant. O_O O_O.

Her stomach is noticeably larger than the last time I'd seen her. She saw me 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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