Dabria: The Fallen Angel Book 1

Prologue

Dear Diary. Hallandore, Italy. Date: In the year of our lord two thousand-twenty.

Everyday alone and hopeless, I walked the halls of my castle watching it fall apart around me wondering if there was any hope left in the world for me; anyone who remembered. For a thousand years I looked out the same window and watched the world I once knew fade and become nothing but a forgotten memory. Nations rose and fell while I stayed untouched by the world around me, no one daring to open my gates for fear of what might be inside. A beast, a monster, a hideous creature created by the Devil himself they would say.

At first the dark was inviting, promising adventure and freedom; but I soon came to realize that it was lonely and depressing. Humans fear what they don't understand and can't explain, but what if it isn't that hard to understand and easy to explain?

(Wednesday)

I heard the squeak of the front door echo through the empty halls and soft foot steps on the marble of the grand hall.

"Hello, Rose are you here?" I heard Jennie sweet soft voice call. Even though I was in my room on the far end of the castle, I could hear every note in her American voice.

I put my quill down and before another second passed, I was looking at her from the darkness of the stairs at the far end of the grand hall.

"Yes?" I answered in my ancient European accent, then lit the candelabras in the room with my magic.

She jumped at the sound of my voice. "Geez Rose, stop doing that." she put her hand on her chest and exhaled with surprise.

"I'm not even trying." I replied with my fangs inches from her face. "You would think being friends with a vampire, you wouldn't scare so easily." I teased with a growl.

She smirked before saying what she was going to ask, that I already knew the answer to.

"Do you want to..." she didn't finish before I answered.

"Yes Jennie, I will go to the party that is thrown by a bunch of crazy teenagers before the beginning of school and drive you on Monday, but only if you help me with something."

"You know I hate it when you do that." she raised her eyebrow at me.

"Do what?" I laughed.

"Read my mind you crazy person." she elbowed me in the side and I pretended it hurt.

"Oh no you found my weakness, ow." I picked her up in my arms and was back in my room. I threw her on my king sized bed, my red blankets cascaded off the side like a river of blood spilling onto the floor.

She picked up one of my many black pillows and hurled it at my head. I dodged it, then jumped on the bed making her bounce. We lay there and stared at the mesmerizing stars that formed a milky way galaxy on my ceiling for a few minutes.

My room is huge with white silver walls, gold and red accents, big gothic paintings adorning the walls, a big walk in closet with everything anyone could want, it looked more like a room in a palace, than an old castle, but that's what I love about it.

"I realized that you are, however old you are, that you don't really talk about yourself; the places you've been or the people you've met, things like that." She leaned on her elbow to look at me beside her. I sat up and turned away, so she couldn't see the tears forming in my eyes.

I clenched the side of my mattress.

"Hey, it's okay." she put her hand softly on my arm knowing I don't like be touched by others

I turned back, red tears steaming down my face.

"Hallandore has been my home for over a thousand years. This castle used to be the center of entertainment for Italy's upper class societies. These halls used to be filled with magic and music and dancing. People would come from all over to see this spectacular place, but through the years people stopped coming and I was left alone, forgotten by everyone. I was their queen, greatly revered by all of Europe, loved and now I sit in the dark alone, left with only the memories of a better time. I made Hallandore what it is, I created a society where everyone was respected and equal." I looked down.

"Wow, that sounds wonderful." She shifted in the bed. 

"It was. It was the most splendid place in all the world, but after some time people noticed I never aged. They started the rumors that I was a witch or a vampire, a creature of the devil, a child of the night and maybe I am. I closed my gates and forgot about the outside world and soon they forgot about me." After a long silence she spoke.

"I'm here aren't I?" she hugged me.

"Yes." I put my chin on her head as I hugged her back.

"A thousand years huh? That's along time to be alone, no wonder it took you awhile to warm up to me." she teased as she looked up at me.

"Yeah, but I have you now. Any vampire would be glad to have you as a friend." I let her go and looked at the ruby necklace I gave her a few months ago, an identical replica to the one my mother gave me.

As we sat in silence, I thought about the amazing summer we had. I took her to my homes in New Orleans and New York and told her about the secret underground vampire society in New York that I found and the one I started in New Orleans as a safe haven for all supernaturals.

She was right, I don't talk about myself a lot, but that's because I don't want to burden and/or scare her with the person I use to be. Her soul is pure and light, I don't want to do or say anything that would cause her to lose hope and faith in me even if I am beyond saving. From the moment that Jennie saw me, she knew I needed saving. She met me at my lowest and she wasn't scared, she knew what I was and didn't care, she only wanted to help me find a sense of belonging in a world that failed me. And I will forever thank her for that.

I could tell you this is a boring teen drama, where the girl falls for the boy and they live happily after, but that would be a lie.