Chapter 14
Just then, the fire in the hearth burned so brightly that it drew attention from everyone. The fire then illuminated a large glow, then it expanded, turning a dark purple. Everyone moved back. Stanton however stood there, mesmerized.
He stared longingly at the dangerous flames. The tea cup shattered as he dropped it to the floor in large wet pieces. His leg dropped off the back of the sofa, and he slowly walked toward the fire. Stanton reached out to the inviting flames, a fierce desire raging inside of him to become one with the fire. He watched it reach out at him, as if it was alive.
It couldn't have been the cold fire. The cold fire looked like any regular bon-fire. And need to become one with the fire only happened when someone stepped into it. Stanton was close to the fire, but not in it. And his need was far greater than that of immortality.
The others noticed this and tried to call him away from it, for their fear of the unknown. "Stanton! Get back here! What are you doing?" Cassandra demanded. "Hello?" Stanton didn't pay attention as the others tried to bring him back. He only walked to the fire. He reached out farther, and almost stepped into it, but suddenly, hands yanked him back, returning his senses. He looked at Maggie, confused. She shook her head helplessly.
The violet flame took the shape of a beautiful female body. It stretched luxuriously, as if awakened from a long, and deep sleep. She opened her eyes to reveal a light gold, just like a real fire instead of the violet flames swarming the hearth. She smiled at Stanton, and whispered, "Why run away from what you desire, my dearest knight?"
Stanton stared at the voice, confused by the returning desire, and that the woman recognized it so easily. "I am one with the fire now. Just like you want to be. Need to be. I can help you in your state of fear. I can help you regain what you all so desperately want back. What is the Atrox keeping from you?"
At that point everything that she said was so true and captivating, that he reached quickly but Murray grabbed his hand. "Are you crazy??? She's lying!" Stanton yanked away. "Whatever she know's it's better than what we know!" "Please?" The figure begged. They turned at her again.
Her voice became desperate as she pleaded with him, "I would never deceive you. Believe me! I wouldn't betray someone like you my Stanton." She said his name like a prayer. A soft sweet sound, so melodic, it's soft tone was an aphrodisiac.
He tried to pull away, but as soon as he got ahead, Cassandra blocked his path, a fire of her own burning in her eyes. "You can't go in there unless we know who she is! And I'm not going to let you pass!" "My identity is unimportant." Cassandra mistakenly turned her back to Stanton, and faced the fire.
"To you maybe. But for those of use who care about him, we're not going to let him in until you tell us your name! Right?" She nodded her head to everyone behind her. "Yeah!" All the followers cheered in unison. "Please Stanton! Come to me." That was it.
Stanton grabbed Cassandra, and with easy strength, shoved her to the floor. The beautiful hand reached for his, and he felt himself already being pulled into the fire that was licking out at him. He quickly reached out, and grabbed the beautiful outstretched hand. (A/N: This is one of my favorite cliffhangers, sorry to stop, but I LUV suspense!)
Just then, the fire in the hearth burned so brightly that it drew attention from everyone. The fire then illuminated a large glow, then it expanded, turning a dark purple. Everyone moved back. Stanton however stood there, mesmerized.
He stared longingly at the dangerous flames. The tea cup shattered as he dropped it to the floor in large wet pieces. His leg dropped off the back of the sofa, and he slowly walked toward the fire. Stanton reached out to the inviting flames, a fierce desire raging inside of him to become one with the fire. He watched it reach out at him, as if it was alive.
It couldn't have been the cold fire. The cold fire looked like any regular bon-fire. And need to become one with the fire only happened when someone stepped into it. Stanton was close to the fire, but not in it. And his need was far greater than that of immortality.
The others noticed this and tried to call him away from it, for their fear of the unknown. "Stanton! Get back here! What are you doing?" Cassandra demanded. "Hello?" Stanton didn't pay attention as the others tried to bring him back. He only walked to the fire. He reached out farther, and almost stepped into it, but suddenly, hands yanked him back, returning his senses. He looked at Maggie, confused. She shook her head helplessly.
The violet flame took the shape of a beautiful female body. It stretched luxuriously, as if awakened from a long, and deep sleep. She opened her eyes to reveal a light gold, just like a real fire instead of the violet flames swarming the hearth. She smiled at Stanton, and whispered, "Why run away from what you desire, my dearest knight?"
Stanton stared at the voice, confused by the returning desire, and that the woman recognized it so easily. "I am one with the fire now. Just like you want to be. Need to be. I can help you in your state of fear. I can help you regain what you all so desperately want back. What is the Atrox keeping from you?"
At that point everything that she said was so true and captivating, that he reached quickly but Murray grabbed his hand. "Are you crazy??? She's lying!" Stanton yanked away. "Whatever she know's it's better than what we know!" "Please?" The figure begged. They turned at her again.
Her voice became desperate as she pleaded with him, "I would never deceive you. Believe me! I wouldn't betray someone like you my Stanton." She said his name like a prayer. A soft sweet sound, so melodic, it's soft tone was an aphrodisiac.
He tried to pull away, but as soon as he got ahead, Cassandra blocked his path, a fire of her own burning in her eyes. "You can't go in there unless we know who she is! And I'm not going to let you pass!" "My identity is unimportant." Cassandra mistakenly turned her back to Stanton, and faced the fire.
"To you maybe. But for those of use who care about him, we're not going to let him in until you tell us your name! Right?" She nodded her head to everyone behind her. "Yeah!" All the followers cheered in unison. "Please Stanton! Come to me." That was it.
Stanton grabbed Cassandra, and with easy strength, shoved her to the floor. The beautiful hand reached for his, and he felt himself already being pulled into the fire that was licking out at him. He quickly reached out, and grabbed the beautiful outstretched hand. (A/N: This is one of my favorite cliffhangers, sorry to stop, but I LUV suspense!)