Fallen | D.M

Chapter 1: Alone

"Keep pushing." Breathed the blond woman clutching the witch's hand.

Even through labor she was beautiful. Angelic. Everyone described her as a fallen angel. Unfortunately, fate was not so kind to her beautiful soul.

Her agonizing screams echoed through the manor. He was pacing back and forth in front of the en-suite, hatred and anger pouring through him while his one and half year old son sat on the cold floor playing with the toys he was excited to share with his new sibling.

"Keep pushing."

Despite her immense exhaustion and her mind telling her to no longer go on, her heart forced her to push. To push as hard as she could. She would not give up. Not on her.

She had to fight for her. So she persevered push after push, even though it was draining the life out her, she pushed.

Pain ruptured through her body at the last push and she felt herself being split in half. With her body fragile and tired she argued with her state to lift herself up to see her little witch. The sweet gentle cries of her beautiful daughter filled the air. Her weak pale features softened at the sight of her. She stared into the same soft green eyes she shared with her enchanting daughter. Her heart swelled, and she was incandescently happy. Even though she knew.

The door burst open as the two most important men in her life rushed in. They knew she didn't have long. She was deteriorating the day that child bore into her body. It was no long before sleep took her.

"Come. Come here, meet our daughter. She's beautiful." She managed to utter in a weak whisper, smiling at her husband. Holding his son in his arms he walked over to the love of his life to meet the thing that was taking her away from him.

Consternation and rage consumed his system as he stormed out shoving his son into the other witches arms, unable to look at either of them. He refused to watch her die. He refused to watch her lie there with that thing in her arms as she died. He refused.

She tried calling after him but she had not the energy. It was all finally taking over her body.

The other witch shouted after him but it was no use, he had made his choice.

The blond witch rushed to her side as the strength in her arms began to grow weak, she was trying to let the words escape her lips but her heart was failing her now. Beads of sweat trickled across her face along with the tears of betrayal that were running down her sunken cheeks. She tried to continue to fight, so neither of her children would have to grow up with a mother. However it was no use.

"Narcissa." She finally managed. "Take care of them. Take care of her."

Holding tightly to the young boy in her arms she nodded in understanding at the dying woman's last wish. Honoring those wishes she would end up taking care of those children as if they were her own.

"Of course." The blond smiled painfully at her friend taking her hand in reassuring comfort, as she took her last breaths, as she took the last moments to hold her daughter for the first and last time.

She began muttering words but her time was coming to an end, and all the life that once filled the air dissipated and replaced with death. Narcissa leaned in closer to hear her last words, clutching to the young boy.