The Fallen

Chapter 2

The sight of Brendon was growing on Danielle. She no longer was afraid of his dark wings that she could barely see from the night sky, the many tattoos on his right arm, his ripped up pants, or the bumps on the top of his head from where horns used to be. Their was a constant wave of heat thrown at her, but she tried her best to ignore it. She had many questions like why it was called Fallen Angels? Brendon was a demon. That all he told her about himself. But she didn't want to pry on that. The walk was silent, besides the normal city buzz. Brendon found her weird. When he would bring back new members, which barley happened, they would be drowning him in questions. Danielle on the other hand was quiet. She would stare at the brick building and lights with amusement. It started to make Brendon uneasy. A demon, that has left the depths of hell was getting the feeling of uneasiness by a girl half his size. He pushed it away and started to think nothing of Danielle's quietness. Brendon stopped quickly to a halt, surprising Danielle. She stop and looked at the building fully. Sin City. The name spelled out above the door, that was between two windows that looked into the bar that had people in stools getting a drink.. Brendon open the door for Danielle. "In you go, Danny." He said, and she listened and walked in. The bar area was the main attention. It offered enough room and wrapped around so there was more. In the middle was an island that had materials to make many drinks, and there was a wall with many shelve with many glasses, with lights shining through them. Purple and blue. "Stop staring and follow." Brendon said breaking Danielle's trance. He was already half way across the room. Danielle sprinted to be next to him. They stop it front of a brick wall. "What are we supposed to do?" Danielle asked looking up at him. "Walk through it." He said it like it was the most normal thing ever. "What?" She asked while her voice raised. Brendon rolled in eyes. "I said," He walked behind her, reading to push her. "Go through!" He said forcing her to go forward.

 She fazed through the wall, like it was air. She didn't have her balance and ended up on a floor of grey cement. She pushed herself up and looked down a grey hallway. There was little light through the hallway. Brendon fazed through the wall a couple of seconds later, with a smirk on his face. She flip around to be laying on her back. He snickered looking down at her. She raised her middle finger, but he walked away before she could see his reaction. The heat that seemed to be following her was gone, still their but very faint. She stood up and started walking the way Brendon was going. In one motion, he spun around on one knee and held up his middle finger. "Fuck you too." He said with a cheeky smile. She laughed at the action. "Get the hell off the floor." She said while walking closer to him, the waves of heat hit her again. She didn't question it. He stood up while saying, "Been there. Not as bad as you think. Better than being with all the goody-toe-shoes up there." He said while opening a white door that lead into a different area. There was four doors placed opposite from each other. Down to the last one to the left lead to another hallway. Doors amoung doors filled the long hallway. Around twenty was there. They were all the same plain white. Brendon started walking down to the last door and stopped. "This is your room. I have some business to attend to." He looked down at Danielle. His eyes were dark. The inside where it would normally be the pupil was now huge and as red as can be. It was outlined with a golden rim. Danielle felt small. Like he could easily just stomp on her with her shoe. "So, don't leave your room." He said in a commanding voice. Danielle found herself nodding rapidly. Brendon eyes went to their normal chocolate brown, with a smile on his face. "Good," He started walking away, while Danielle watched his every move. "Remember what I said." He said turning around continuing to walk down the hallway. Danielle looked at the door to her room and knew what she was going to do. She thought actions like this is why she didn't go to heaven, because right now all she wanted to do was to explore, and she didn't stop herself. 

  She decided to explore her room first. It was small, only enough room for a twin size bed, a small desk and a rolling chair. The twin bed was pushed into the corner with dark gray sheets and comforter. The desk was white and had a draw on each side. She looks into the right side and finds nothing but a spider web. She looks in the other drawer there is a broken picture frame with a picture of a little boy and a little girl holding hands. She picks the frame up. They were both smiling brightly. The little boy had brown eyes and short black hair. The girl has blue, slightly green eyes and dirty blonde curls falling over her shoulders. The boy looked a little older than the girl. She sets the frame back into the drawer and shuts it gently. Danielle quietly opens the door and peers into the hall. Seeing no one is there, she slips into the hall and slowly shuts the door. Throwing caution out the window, she turns the handle of the door across from her and peers inside. She finds a small bathroom with a toilet, a shower, a mirror and a sink. She looks in the mirror, her dirty blonde hair is a mess and has dried blood in it. Her white shirt is torn away and what's left is covered in blood. Her torso is covered in deep cuts and scratches. She grabs a towel and wets it in the sink and dabs the blood away. Wincing at the touch of the towel but, continues anyway. She pulls her hair into a messy pony tail and stares back into her own greenish blue eyes. She turns around to see light gray wings with a few scrapes and missing feathers. She leaves the bathroom and makes her way back down the hall, the way they came in. The short hallway still had three more doors to go through. She picked the first door on the right.