Fallen - Re

Chapter 26

Damien's POV

We all sat with Rose in the bedroom that she was going to be staying in. The bed was quite crowded while we all tried to make ourselves fit. Pretty soon she would speak to Abigail and get some answers.

"Are you sure you don't want us to accompany you when she shows?" I asked again. I was concerned that she wanted to meet her alone.

"Yes, I'm sure," she repeated.

"Baby, be careful with her. She may have helped us out previously, but we don't know her well. You're also carrying our baby in there." He rubbed her belly softly before giving it a kiss. Just overnight it seemed she started showing a little bit.

"I'll be fine, and so will little baby Canto." She cooed.

"Canto? Why should we go with your last name? We have plenty of quality names to choose from." Joel reminded her while caressing her cheek.

"There's too many of you. In fact, you guys should all take my last name. That would be easiest. Can you imagine Rosalie Renee Canto – Dean – Jones – Santorino – Star? That's a huge mouthful." She joked though she seemed to be a little serious.

"There's no reason to worry about that yet babe, we'll get it figured out before then, even if we have to take your last name." Colten winked at her. Suck up.

"Ok guys let's talk about this later, it's almost time for Abigail to show." She started to shoo us away. We all left the room and passed Abigail on her way up to Rose. "Good evening fellas." She greeted us.

I gave her a curt nod while the others muttered greetings. She moved past us and knocked on Rose's room. Rose opened up with a smile and ushered her in. The door closed with a click and I knew that Rose was serious about speaking to her by herself. I just hope she's careful. Thankfully all our rooms were situated on the same floor so that we could be close in case anything happened. I really wish she let us stay. Be safe my love.

Rose's POV

I rubbed my sweaty palms on the sides of my dress. I was beyond excited to get answers but also kind of nervous. I heard a short knock on the door, and I plastered a smile on my face and answered. I urged her in and gave one last look at my mates before I closed the door and locked it for privacy. I know a lock would never keep them out in case of an emergency, but it felt like a statement.

"Well dear. I know we have much to talk about. Where do you want to start?" She questioned. I had already thought this over, "I want to know if my parents are still alive and if so, where are they?"

"Your mother was a witch and your father, a vampire. Unfortunately, your parents were causalities in the war against the demon realm. Their bodies were never recovered so they aren't buried anywhere, but I don't want to give you false hope, I watched them die myself." I took a moment to dissolve this answer. Tears already started to streak down my cheeks while I took a breath. "What is this war that you speak of? I haven't heard of it." I asked next. "You wouldn't have heard of it. It's strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen."

"What's a fallen?"

"It's someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they're resurrected, they're identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that's shaped like a star. It's in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone." What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn't expecting. I'm essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she's saying is the truth.

"Why were my powers sealed as an infant? What's the significance of being a fallen?" I prodded further.

She gave a weak smile and urged me to sit beside her on the bed. I sunk into the plush bedding and turned to face her.