Fallen

Chapter Twenty-Two

Hayden

I wake up in a solid white room. There was no furniture, no windows, and no door. I feel myself begin to panic, how long have I been knocked out? Do my friends know I am missing? I silence my thoughts, I was just going to drive myself insane if I continued to think like that.

I stand up to see if I can feel a door that just isn't visible on the wall. I search for any signs of air circulation, anything that could be a door. I run my fingers along the wall when suddenly I am blown off my feet by a sudden wind.

"Is that what you were looking for?" A man croons. I stand up, I wasn't going to let him look down at me. I looked at my captor and realized he was a fallen angel. He stood tall with slick and bright golden eyes. He was older than I expected however.  Suddenly I felt my courage begin to waver, but I wasn't going to show it.

"Who are you?"

He smiles a beautifully terrifying smile. "Why don't you know? I'm the The Fallen. I am the Master, the King, and I am super happy to meet you Hayden."

"What do you want from me?"

He smiles slightly, "I just wanted you." I let the confusion clearly show on my face. I had no idea what he was talking about. I mean I knew I was a Fallen-Hunter hybrid, but it wasn't like i had any special powers. "I'll let the maid know that this won't do," he says with a slight smile walking really close to me. Suddenly he moves a strand of my hair out of my face. He surveys the rest of my body. "The outfit won't work anymore either. It's a shame though, Isaac would have liked it." I look down at the huge blood stain where the knife used to be. Strangely I had already healed.

"I don't understand."

His smile grows, "I just want you to be the perfect queen. My son's perfect queen." With that one sentence a I feel my whole world begin to fall down around me.

Shortly after the Master left a young girl with a cart just appeared in my room. "Ms. Chambers, will you please take a seat in the chair," the girl chimes. She had to be no older than 12, but she had all of the characteristics of a Fallen Angel.

"What if I don't," I reply.

The girl just smiles and her green eyes seem to glow, "Ms. Chambers, sit in the chair." The next thing I know I have no control over my body as I walk towards the chair and seat myself. "Thank you," the girl says.

I try to get myself to stand again but I feel restrained to the chair. Somehow the girl was controlling my body movements with her mind. She places a mask over my face and suddenly it gets hard for me to keep my eyes open, and I pass out once again.

I go through waves of consciousness trying to fight the drugs. I one moment I was aware of hot water and steam all around me, the next that I was in a chair and there was something clipping, the third and final time I awoke to full consciousness. I was in a bedroom this time. It looked like something out of medieval movie; however, I couldn't tell what was exactly in the room because I was floating above the bed.

"You are finally awake," the young girls voice chimes, as I feel myself begin to move and float down to face her. "Master Isaac has been waiting for you."

"What did you do to me?"

She smiles, "Why don't you see for yourself?"

Slowly I move toward what looks like a mirror on the wall, and I see someone who looks nothing like me. The girl standing in front of me has hair that is even more white than mine and only goes to her collar bone, while mine goes at least halfway down my back. She was wearing a tight black cocktail dress and almost knee high leather boots. She looked like one of them, a Fallen, if it wasn't for her hair. The girl in front of me looked deathly afraid and confused. The girl in front of me, was me.

Suddenly I fall to the ground hard. I have to resist the urge to whimper from the pain.

"Stand up," the girl demands. "You are in the presence of the future king."

I stand up reluctantly, I can't help but feel my fight leaving me. What was I supposed to do? They can control me and I have no power to fight back. I reached up to my neck and found the necklace. They hadn't removed it. Part of me felt relieved at the touch of something somewhat familiar, another part of me was screaming to rip it off. No matter what, I didn't think I could ever forgive Colton for what he has done.

I turn to face Isaac.  He was young, maybe 18, with shaggy black hair that made him look younger.  His eyes were the same gold as his father's.

Isaac didn't look as harsh as his father.  In fact, he almost looked apologetic.

"Angela, you are dismissed," he says calmly.  Angela rushes out of the room and Isaac takes a step towards me.  I step back.  He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he says, I can hear pain in his voice.  "In fact, I'm so sorry you are here."

"What the hell do you mean?"

"Well, you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me, right?"

I glare at him in response.

"Exactly, and I feel absolutely horrible about your presence.  If it wasn't for my psychotic father," he stops before continuing.  "I'm sorry, you're Hayden, right?"

I nod.

"I'm Isaac," he says with a smile.

"I know."

He laughs as if he is amused by me.  "I know you know.  I just wanted a proper introduction, not one my father creates."

"Why am I here?"

"Well, you don't look like someone who wants me to sugarcoat it, so I'll tell you the truth.  You're here to become my wife, and the future queen of the Fallen Angels."

I felt like someone had punched me in the gut.  I mean I knew that was going to happen, but it still felt like such a shock to me.  I fall to my knees, and feel myself start to tear up.  I couldn't do this.

He sneaks up next to me, and I feel him  put his hand, awkwardly, but comfortingly on my shoulder.  "Are you okay?"

I pull away from his touch.  "Oh I don't know, besides from the fact that I just looked in the mirror and saw someone that wasn't me and the fact that I am in a place that I have never been in before, or what about that fact that I just found out I was doomed to marry a Fallen Angel prince, I'm doing fine," I snap at him.

I can see the hurt in his face.  I hadn't meant to hurt him, but I kinda had. 

"I'm sorry," I concede.

"It's fine.  It's good to know the truth.  I'll be coming to get you later for dinner."  He stands and leaves, leaving me to feel horrible and guilty about being kidnapped?