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As The Angel Falls
Prologue
I’ll never forget the day I died.
It was 31st of October again - my favourite day of the year. I lay gratefully in the loft, relaxing. The silver stereo, polished and gleaming played the soft melodies of my favourite band. I sighed contentedly as I kicked off my sneakers. My eyelids began to droop heavily, and I drifted off into my full serenity.
“Help Me! Annabelle!” I thrashed about in bed, finally sitting up. I held my head in my hands, letting the blood flow. The ear-splitting scream rang through the hallways once more, and I quickly eased myself down, dashing through the door. There she was, bloody and broken, lying motionless on the floor.
“Mom,” I whispered. Rushing to her side, I saw a puncture in her neck: two tiny, clotted holes. It was then that my mother stood. She was fine. I heaved a sigh of relief. However, relief turned to shock as I realised her body was unscathed. There were no wounds, no scars. Standing beside him, her amber eyes sparkled with youth, and she grinned at me. He placed an arm daintily around her waist. He chuckled evilly and shot me a look of pure loathing.
I glared back, unable to feel afraid of him. He then smiled, inviting me to join them, my mother and him. Without realising it, I took a shuffling step forward. No! A quiet voice in the back of my head stopped me. “Well, then, if that’s how you want it,” he murmured, sauntering toward me, catlike footsteps soundless on our shag carpet. The pain that struck me was unbearable. I knew that one of my ribs was broken, yet I couldn’t move an inch. My eyes widened in fear.
Rooted to the spot, I realised something. It was a beautiful concept, telling me of the angels of heaven and the gates of paradise. Yet, it spoke of darkness, with devils and the fiery pits of torture. Then, as my heartbeat slowed, it hit me, a harder wave than before.
I was about to die.
I had never feared death. I had always wondered where we would go after we lay as dust upon this cruel and tainted earth. Yet, after all those years of teachings, I didn’t want to die yet. I fought to keep myself conscious, failing terribly. Finally, accepting my fate, I let myself drift from my faith. After all, I was angel on earth; I had been made in heaven, and I was to return there. I closed my eyes, succumbing to the pain I indulged in.
I didn’t die. I felt an empty loneliness, but still, I was alive. I rose, my own grace surprising me. I looked up edgily, darting between my mother and him. Then, my mother spoke to me, a gentle, calming voice in the unrest, the darkness.
“Welcome to the coven of Vampires, dear.”
~~~~~~~Page Break~~~~~~~~
This is my new story. My friends seem to find it very good, so I decided to post it :)
Chapter One will be up soon, I promise.
I’ll never forget the day I died.
It was 31st of October again - my favourite day of the year. I lay gratefully in the loft, relaxing. The silver stereo, polished and gleaming played the soft melodies of my favourite band. I sighed contentedly as I kicked off my sneakers. My eyelids began to droop heavily, and I drifted off into my full serenity.
“Help Me! Annabelle!” I thrashed about in bed, finally sitting up. I held my head in my hands, letting the blood flow. The ear-splitting scream rang through the hallways once more, and I quickly eased myself down, dashing through the door. There she was, bloody and broken, lying motionless on the floor.
“Mom,” I whispered. Rushing to her side, I saw a puncture in her neck: two tiny, clotted holes. It was then that my mother stood. She was fine. I heaved a sigh of relief. However, relief turned to shock as I realised her body was unscathed. There were no wounds, no scars. Standing beside him, her amber eyes sparkled with youth, and she grinned at me. He placed an arm daintily around her waist. He chuckled evilly and shot me a look of pure loathing.
I glared back, unable to feel afraid of him. He then smiled, inviting me to join them, my mother and him. Without realising it, I took a shuffling step forward. No! A quiet voice in the back of my head stopped me. “Well, then, if that’s how you want it,” he murmured, sauntering toward me, catlike footsteps soundless on our shag carpet. The pain that struck me was unbearable. I knew that one of my ribs was broken, yet I couldn’t move an inch. My eyes widened in fear.
Rooted to the spot, I realised something. It was a beautiful concept, telling me of the angels of heaven and the gates of paradise. Yet, it spoke of darkness, with devils and the fiery pits of torture. Then, as my heartbeat slowed, it hit me, a harder wave than before.
I was about to die.
I had never feared death. I had always wondered where we would go after we lay as dust upon this cruel and tainted earth. Yet, after all those years of teachings, I didn’t want to die yet. I fought to keep myself conscious, failing terribly. Finally, accepting my fate, I let myself drift from my faith. After all, I was angel on earth; I had been made in heaven, and I was to return there. I closed my eyes, succumbing to the pain I indulged in.
I didn’t die. I felt an empty loneliness, but still, I was alive. I rose, my own grace surprising me. I looked up edgily, darting between my mother and him. Then, my mother spoke to me, a gentle, calming voice in the unrest, the darkness.
“Welcome to the coven of Vampires, dear.”
~~~~~~~Page Break~~~~~~~~
This is my new story. My friends seem to find it very good, so I decided to post it :)
Chapter One will be up soon, I promise.
bored
satisfied
excited
I'm so happy...
sleepy