The Fallen

Chapter 3

She spots Brendon across the room sitting in a booth across from a girl about his age. The girl had dark skin that was the same color as her eyes. Her dark black hair was parted into two braids. One on each side of her head. She sat with her light grey wings spread out with a bright smile. Brendon and Danielle's eyes met and he starts to get up from his seat. Danielle starts walking backwards when she runs into someone and falls back onto them. She rolls off him and stands awkwardly. "S-sorry" Danielle sputters. Brendon chuckles behind her "That's Alec. Alec this is Danny." Alec is tall and handsome, with gold and green eyes and stubs on his forehead where horns used to be. "Hey." is all he says is he walks off distracted. When he turned she saw jet black torn wings. "Well he was talkative." Danielle comments. She turned back to Brendon but only saw the frightening red eyes staring at her. "Get to your room now." He hissed pointing towards the hallway. His eyes frighten her, enough to make her walk out of the room and into the hallway. But before she left the area full of angels she saw Brendon slip into a room, unnoticed by everyone.

Danielle needed to fill her curiosity. She needed to find anything on what's going on. She could question Brendon, but she felt like he would ignore her and push her away without answers. The other hallways only lead to a kitchen or more doors for rooms and bathrooms. She had to leave. She started to think why she fell from grace. Cursing? Stupid decisions? She didn't know. There could be more things but she couldn't remember. She made her way out of the building, easily not getting spotted. She made her way down the busy streets while thinking. Why couldn't she remember anything? What was technically a fallen angel? Shouldn't she be in hell right now? If you can't be in heaven wouldn't to go to hell? What made the God and the Devil not want her? When Danielle's eyes focused back into reality and she stop thinking, she was long gone from the bar and was standing in front of a door and window covered in black curtains. How long has she been standing their? The building didn't show what was inside. She wanted to know what was in there. Couldn't she go in there? No harm will be done. She thought. She reached from the handle and pulled the door open. The room was all black. There was no light bulbs or lanterns. The only light was coming from a skylight above the stairs. The floor was black. The ceiling, tables, the objects. Everything was the same color. She walked more into the room and noticed the objects are of many kinds. Pots for the kitchen. Music tools. Clothes. She walked towards a corner where a black coffin was wide open. It gave her a strange feeling. But she walked closer and closer. Close enough to touch the inside. She raised her hand and touched the back of the coffin. Nothing happened. Silence. She retracted her hand and turned around to walk away. But she couldn't as she was pushed backwards into more room by the coffin door closing. The coffin was small but she fell backwards and landed on a golden brown brick floor.