Daughter's of the beastgod

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE: THE DEATHS

DIANA

'Finally the day had arrived for my departure to Dubai. I had been waiting for this day since I saw the e-mail which showed my acceptance...... wait, wait, wait, hold on, rewind, let's start from the beginning introductions yeah?

'Hi Mr. Diary my name is Diana Whitehall, I am a final year university student at the University of Middlesex London, I am currently studying Cyber Security and Digital Forensic, I am an orphan who is currently attending college thanks to grace of scholarships and loans (which will way down on me for probably the rest of my life) and as for what I was scribbling down at the top of the page with so much excitement that I forgot to introduce myself to my brand new diary (my old one is full), I am finally going for the one year exchange between the London branch and the Dubai branch of my college, since I had also been able to go for the exchange to the Mauritius campus last year, so I thought that this will be a nice way to end my college experience (it doesn't hurt that there is that internship at Davenport enterprises that I'm also looking forward to).

Anyways I need to grab my purse and get going to the airport before I miss my flight because while they are paying for my to and fro transport and I quote my guidance counselor "any incidents/costs that occur/come up during the travel that is not caused by natural disasters, the staff or unforeseen circumstances will come out of my own pockets" .

Goodbye for the day

Love DW.'

After writing her signature, Diana closed her diary and placed it into her open suitcase before struggling to close it for another five minutes and then standing upright and giving her back a good stretch as she turned around to face her desk and pick up her purse which lay resting above it, once she checked inside to make sure that her phone was in it -which it was- she promptly grabbed her suitcase and started for the door of her one room one bathroom apartment stopping only to briefly check herself at the mirror on her wardrobe, she was an average looking girl with short brown hair and a slim build, the only thing attention grabbing about her were her eyes which were purple, although nowadays people always thought that she was wearing contacts.

She left the apartment with her things and locked up before calling a cab to the plane, after boarding the plane she promptly fell asleep, only to wake up an hour later because of the massive turbulence that the plane was in. she sat up from the sleeping position and tried to clear the her eyes before realizing that the plane was not in turbulence, no IT WAS CRASHING, and people were trying to secure air masks, life vests and the likes when suddenly the plane hit something or rather something hit the plane and it plunged downwards.

Suddenly something came flying in through the window beside her and straight through her chest. AND THAT IS HOW DIANA WHITEHALL DIED.

DIANE

An average looking lady sat in a chair at the back of a library reading a novel with noise cancelling headphones on, she was completely oblivious to her surroundings which were deserted because she sat at the most secluded corner of the massive library. She was completely focused on her novel, so much so that she sat completely still for two hours in her chair before standing up an stretching her body then she closed the book she was reading and returned it to its slot in the shelve, she sat back down and took out a journal from her backpack, after writing the name of the novel and giving it a five star review, she packed up her things took the stack of novels which were on the floor beside her and started making her way towards the Liberians desk where she promptly put the books as rented and went to her car.

Twenty minutes later she had parked her car in the driveway of her rented apartment building and was on her way towards the door with her books when a television, which had been thrown from above, came flying down at her and hit her on the head. SHE DIED ONCE HER HEAD MADE IMPACT WITH THE GROUND.