But it wasn't really her fault. It was very easy to forget what this species really was with Allen and the others.
Stella wondered what her best course of action was. Flight or fight? Surely these were not her only two choices. She was June's friend, and this must be one of her other friends. Surely he wouldn't want to make a meal out of her friend's friend.
"I am afraid it's no treasure hunt. Sorry to disappoint you." Stella said with a shrug. The next instant, she almost laughed out aloud at the man's reaction. "How come they're all so surprised. We humans can speak, they must surely know." Stella said to herself as she listened to the very entertaining conversation the man was having with himself, trying to figure out what Stella was.
She saw the man recover himself and groaned upon seeing that his intentions had not changed. He wanted to drink. "Would you care to explain it to me then sweetling, what is such a sweet smelling dessert like you doing here?" he said, a devilish smirk creeping on his lips.
Any normal human would definitely have swooned upon seeing that smile, but Stella was no normal human, was she. She had been living among two very handsome men, even by vampire standards, for the past few months, Allen and Sharp, on top of having those weird powers.
Stella fought back a smile at how shocked the man was upon seeing how his smile had no effect on her. "Oh you know, it's a birthday party. I'm . . . . . . " she began with a careless shrug, but she saw what went through his mind suddenly.
Even with her superior speed and mind reading, Stella barely had any time to react as the smell of her blood finally overwhelmed the man in front of her and he lunged towards her. She turned on her heel and ran, and was dismayed to see the man give chase. "What am I gonna do now!?!? I really am a magnet for trouble." she said to herself as she started to run towards the mansion.
The next instant Stella's mind gave a leap of joy as she recognized a familiar mind coming towards her direction. She heaved a sigh of relief and smiled as she changed her course and headed straight for her savior.
Den's mind was clouded with anger as he continued to follow Stella's smell. "Every time. Every f*cking time!!" he groaned to himself.
But all his anger suddenly flew out the window as Sharp caught a whiff of that very familiar smell once again. Moe potent now and coming from another direction. Which could only mean one thing. He changed his course and headed straight for the direction he knew McCartney was coming from. Den barely had time to take a few steps when he almost collided into a small black blur.
Before he could register what was happening, Stella was already there, all sweaty and breathless, hiding behind his back and peeking out from beside his arm.
"What did you do now?" Den asked, lifting his arm to shake off McCartney's small hands and turning around to face her. "It wasn't my fault this time." Stella began, "It really wasn't!! I was just . . . . . " she whined upon seeing Den was not believing her, but the whine turned into a sudden growl as her eyes fixed on something behind Den.