Fallen

Chapter One

Before I start the story, I want to know whether or not people even read these. I'm not going to ask for like 100 votes or comments before I upload the next chapter. But I am going to ask that I get at least one vote and one comment before I upload a new chapter. I like to know if people like my stories because it keeps me motivated to write. Anyway, here's my new fan fiction, enjoy.

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Dasha's Point Of View

A single, blue-black tear traced a path down my cheek as I continued to fall. My wings, once lush and white were now tattered and as black as midnight. Unlike the rest of the angels, they were not made of feathers, my wings were formed of skin and cartilage, much like the wings of bats. I had been cast out for my differences, but then again, I really should never have been accepted and I knew that. As I tumbled head over heels towards earth, I refused to let sadness take over me, for I would not let the accident of my birth change who I was. My body went through a reverse aging process as I fell from grace, becoming younger and younger as earth drew near, and before I lost conscious thought, I managed to pick a woman who would give me my rebirth. A single woman, one who lived as she wanted, one who would not let anyone control her. With a thought, I was once again a fertilized egg in her uterus and I would be born again. This time, my life would go as I wanted it to go, and no one would tell me otherwise.

“Altheadara Zephyr Munroe, you’re going and that’s final.” Rachael Munroe, my mother, yelled up the stairs.

I sat in my room, unmoving, there was no way I was going to go to this strange school all the way in England. I heard footsteps and closed my eyes, breathing in deeply, I knew my mother was coming up to speak with me. It happened every time I threw a tantrum, despite the fact that I’m sixteen years old. I run to my room and slam the door, usually locking it, which is exactly what I did when my mother told me she was sending me to school. I opened my eyes once again as I heard my mother turn the doorknob, I hadn’t locked the door this time and she stepped into the room, a sad smile on her face.

“I know you don’t want to go, but I got a new job up there and since it’s the best school, you’re going. You can’t be homeschooled for your entire life.” She said, sitting down on my bed next to me.

“Who says I can’t?” I asked, growling. I hated it when people told me what I could or could not do. I had always had a problem with authority.

My mom edged away, wincing. She hadn’t gotten used to the fact that I could make such a demonic noise. My mother knew I wasn’t truly hers, despite the fact that she had given me my second life. My true mother was gone, and there was nothing I could do to bring her back. I’m not your average witch, in fact, I’m not your average person in general. You see, I was cast out of heaven exactly sixteen years ago and I was reborn on earth. However, I still have all my memories from my previous life. What fun would it be if I didn’t, not to mention, how would I hold a grudge against those that cast me out if I didn’t remember. My mother was a seraphim, one of the highest ranking angels in heaven. However, she was cast out because of me. She and my father met while my mother was on a mission for Him. My father was a high ranking demon in Lucifer’s court. Due to my father’s powers, she couldn’t resist him no matter how much she tried. Long story short, I was the result of said failed relationship. My mother told no one about who my father was, but when I started showing my more….demonic side. It didn’t take long for Him to realize what I was. Relationships between angels and demons were forbidden, and he gave my mother no  chance, she was cast out and forced to live out the rest of her immortal life on earth. I don’t know what happened to her after that, I just know she died, don’t ask me how I know, I just do. My father doesn’t come into the picture, though I did stay with him for a few years to learn about my demonic abilities. I’ve got some pretty cool powers, but I’ll talk about them later. Right now, I have to deal with the  fact that my mother is making me move to England. I huffed and stopped growling, which made my mother a lot more comfortable. However, I was not happy with the situation and I could feel my canines lengthen.

“Just start packing Dasha.” My mom said, walking out of the room.

I mumbled a few choice curse words as I began packing. I couldn’t use magic at home since I was not of age. However, in America, one becomes of age when they reach twenty-one. At least in England, I’d be of age in a year, so I guess that was one up side to moving. If I had friends, there would have been a downside, but after doing several years in juvi for aggravated assult, no one really wanted to be around me.

I took about three hours to finish packing all my stuff, and when I say all my stuff, I mean all my stuff. I literally had my entire room in boxes, but then again, I wasn’t much of a materialistic person, so I didn’t have as much as some girls my age. Most of it was bedding, pillows, and my stuffed Panda named Chun Li. Yeah, as a pure blood witch, I still played a lot of muggle video games and I found muggles fascinating. With my stuff packed, I went to help my mother, who had already finished packing since she could use magic.

“Ready sweetie?” She asked, looking at me. I sighed, though it was cheaper and easier for us to travel using my abilities, it still took a lot of energy out of me.

“You better be making me steak as soon as we get to England.” I muttered, as my eyes changed to a dark, chocolate brown color. Yeah, I said chocolate brown, my eyes are extrodinary on a daily basis. My left eye is a bright silver in color while my right eye is a deep purple, so when I use my teleporting abilities, they turn brown. Though, when I use any of my other abilities, they turn a bright scarlet in color. A pulsing aura surrounded myself, my mother, and all our belongings and as it pulsed faster, our surroundings began to fade. Everything turned a pale, lemon yellow color and soon we were standing in front of a large mansion with all of our stuff. I stared at the building in awe, it was an exact replica of the Tara Plantation from Gone with the Wind…my favorite movie. My mother smiled at my reaction and we began carrying boxes into the house, or at least, my mother began levitating boxes into the house, seeing as I was too tired to move. With a flick of her wrist and a quick spell, all of our stuff was put away in it’s proper place, and my mom levitated me and took me into the living room.

“Two sixteen ounce steaks, medium rare, coming up.” She chirped, feeling all to happy about our move. However, since I enjoy my steak, I didn’t say anything to her as she skipped into the kitchen to make us our dinner. After eating, I made my way up to my room and quickly fell asleep.