Before I Fall

Chapter Eight

The silence stretched on for a long time as Morgan devoured her delicious breakfast. She was still pissed at her grandmother for keeping her in the dark all this time so she didn't want to say anything lest she regret the words that left her mouth.

"Look at me Morgan." Hillary commanded but Morgan's eyes stayed on her food, ignoring her."Stop being childish." she scoffed. Morgan's head shot up so quickly, she felt something pop in the back of her neck.

"Stop being childish?! I have a damn right to be childish after all the shit I heard, being the product of a threesome, my whore of a mother getting knocked up by an angel and my only friend is actually my sister! What the fuck else-" Morgan shouted but was cut off by the strange shiver that has been plaguing her body since yesterday but this time it was worse than last night.

Morgan arms reached out and tried gripping the table but her hands began curling up into fists as they clung to her thighs. It was like having a seizure, head thrown back staring blankly at the ceiling as volts of electricity shocked every cell in her body repetitively making her feel hot and cold at the same time. Her vision became yellow as she saw stars dancing all around her, glowing brighter and brighter as they danced. Morgan could hear the faint sound of her grandmother yelling her name but she couldn't answer, her mouth felt dry, tongue heavy like a thousand bricks were stacked on it but still she wanted to speak.

Her mouth was pried open and she felt something being shoved inside as her teeth clamped down and her body convulsed as if she was being stung by ten thousand bees. What's happening?! It felt like forever before the sparks she felt slowed just giving her a jolt here and there until it stopped completely.

Her breathing became normal again and she blinked slowly until her vision began clearing up as the yellow colour disappeared, making the room appear brighter than usual. Just then, Hillary's frightened voice filled her ears,

"Morgan baby, can you hear me?" she asked, her beautiful dark brown eyes brimming with tears, her thick pink lips quivering as worry creased her brow marring her beautiful milk chocolate face. Wow, she was so beautiful. She cradled Morgan's head as if she were a babe, her grip tight as if to never let her go.

Morgan wanted to speak but something wooden was lodged in her mouth. Hillary carefully removed the wooden spoon from her granddaughter's mouth flinging it over her shoulder then incoherrently whispered something to which a glass of water magically appeared in her hand then she carefully fed a little to Morgan.

"Nana? What happened to me? It's been happening frequently since yesterday." Morgan asked after being able to sit up properly. Luckily she had been able to stay on the chair, probably thanks to her grandmother but now she was just so confused. Why was all of this happening to her? Why now?

"I don't know, your... your eyes were so yellow, they were glowing- wait... oh no" her grandmother was never flustered so to see her like this put Morgan on edge again. She saw the look of realization dawn on Hillary's face.

"What... what is it?" Morgan asked not really sure if she wanted to know the answer, but yet she was eager to know. Hillary waited a breath before continuing.

"Well about three nights ago, I had this vision or a dream, I don't know, but you were in it. You were falling into this deep dark abyss, screaming for dear life reaching up to the light above you but you just kept falling further into this dark pit of nothingness. I extended my arm from above the chasm to save you but you were too far gone, falling so quickly and that's when I saw it. The largest pair of monstrous eyes slowly open at the bottom of the darkness, strange I know, but they were staring right at me as I reached out for you, daring me to grab you. I have never seen anything like it before, nor have I been so fearful. Morgan this thing was evil, malicious and I think it's after you." Again, another bomb exploded in Morgan's life. What the hell had she done to make this string of bad luck take root in her life? She didn't know the right words to say, but she searched for something.

"What does this mean? Am I in danger? Is that's what causing the attacks?" the questions began pouring from her lips.

"Yes I do believe you're in danger and I think whatever that thing is will come for you. Honey, your twenty-six without a mate and the twenty-seventh year is your final year to be mated or there will be consequences, you know how it is for us. Even though you are the princess, your power will be diminished and you'll be an easier target for your enemies because you are unattached."

"Enemies?"

"I mean your mother isn't the sweetest apple in bushel, so there are things that will hurt you to get back at her. My point is, you haven't developed any of your supernatural abilities to protect yourself and now your demon is awake because she senses the danger and is also in need of her mate. Hence the yellow eyes and the spasms, it's only going to get worse if you don't consumate your bond. This is all my fault!" Hillary yelled in frustration.

"Don't say that Nana" Morgan pleaded but her grandmother's head kept shaking in rebuttal.

"Yes it is, as badly as your mother treated you, the one thing she pressured you to do was to learn how fight so you could defend yourself. I took you to Earth to keep you safe but it also made you soft, soft to the point that you don't know much about yourself and your powers, and trust me when I say that you are a powerful demon, a weapon even. I fear for your life now that I realize something is coming for you and you can't fight. Maybe- " her granny's eyes shifted to kitchen entrance and so did Morgan's where they saw Mrs. Abberton and her boy toy came strolling in hand in hand, rubbing sleep and glitter from her eyes.

"What's for breakfast?" she asked while sniffing about, her eyes landing to the skillets and pots on the stove. Mrs. Abberton's "friend" took a seat on the chair closest to Morgan, giving her a brief smile but she barely took notice and quickly rose from her place at the table because her only goal at that moment was to be at the seaside.

Hillary went to assist the couple as Morgan walked briskly to the beach and stopped at the shore, the cool water grabbing then engulfing her ankles and sinking her feet deeper into the sand. In the time frame of twenty-four hours her life was diving off a cliff without a parachute and for the first time in her life she felt weak and worthless, her joy slowly fading away. She had her grandma but yet she felt so alone.

What was she going to do? Her life was in danger, which for a creature like her was a bad thing, and she couldn't even fight to protect a fly. Morgan suddenly burped as her food settled from earlier but the she felt a strong headache coming on. She quickly undid her head scarf as her braided pigtails fell unto her shoulders. Fuck.

The saltiness of the air eased her and brought back memories of the very first time her grandmother brought her to the beach house and she saw the ocean, Morgan was so mesmerized by it she asked Hillary if she could spend the rest of life there. Now she soaked in everything that she could see, hear or feel and engraved it into her mind as it could be her last time. Forever memories.