Fallen | D.M

Chapter 2: Deserve

It was frantic. There was blood everywhere. Dirt and rips covered her. Her hands shook uncontrollably with panic.

"It won't stop." She cried, her distress growing as the crimson liquid continued to pour.

"It won't stop. It won't– It won't stop." Her cries echoes. "Someone help me."

"Help me." Her cries ricocheted through the Great Hall with her hands pressed on the never ending bleeding wound on the whimpering body.

Looking up, she looked around to find herself in the empty room. Not a single soul around. Where was everyone– how was she alone? She– she needed help. Why was no one coming to help her?

With her heart beating from her chest she tried her hardest to calm down, to think rationally on how to stop the bleeding without removing her hands from the wound. Right– the blood– the warm blood. That won't stop bleeding.

Death began filling the air suffocating her lungs making it impossible for her to focus, impossible for her to breathe.

Using all her power, her concentration was moved back to the wound and in a sudden instant the dark crimson liquid turned into a black tar extruding painfully out of the victim. In shock she fell back onto the cold hard ground, hands and clothes covered in the burning black blood, she trembled feeling herself get dizzy, feeling pain course through her veins.

She had to save them. She needed help. But the terror flooding her body made it impossible for her to move.

A serpent's voice echoed through her mind, infiltrating her thoughts with poison, harming her.

Looking back up as she tried to pull herself together, her eyes widened in horrified shock as the body of the bleeding victim disappeared and all that was left, was the darkness surrounding her. Death was closing in on her as the world turned black.

A rush of pain hit her throat as she felt something slice over it. She brought her hands up to her neck feeling the sickly sensation of blood trickle down her body and soon she was covered in the same black tar as it bled from her own neck.

"No ones going to help you." Said a venom dripping voice behind her. Turning around a sharp wand was pointed at her and her eyes jolted in recognizing who the voice belonged to, too familiar, impossible to forget when it possessed a part of her mind.

She tried to scream for help and move away. But it was no use, she couldn't shout for help and she was too weak from blood loss. Looking straight into their hatred filled iris, she tried to shout one last time.

"No ones going to hear you. You disappointment." Their voice alone made the agonizing tears run down her cheeks, it physically pained her to sob as her neck continued to spill black blood onto the cold hard ground.

"It should've been you." They spat piercing her with their brown eyes as the green light hit her chest, taking away her last breath to darkness.

"It should've been you."

"Delia!" A voice shouted, shaking her freezing body.

Her screams and cries flooded through the room's atmosphere. It was a painful sound that bled through their ears.

"Fuck." The male voice muttered.

"Delia!" They repeated. "Wake up!"

With all her strength her eyes shot open to see hazel eyes. Warm, familiar, comforting hazel eyes. They brought a hand up to her hair brushing through it, rocking her in their arms while she continued to sob, lulling her back into reality.