Reapers

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Fallen Angel

Trix threw Darcie into a white room. She fell to the floor, and stayed there as he closed and locked the door behind her. Slowly she rose to her feet and looked around what was truly a white room. The wall and ceiling were painted white, the floor was a white marble, and the only furniture in the room were two white metal chairs and a table.

Darcie slowly sat down in one of the chairs and laced her fingers together, she closed her eyes tight. To anyone else she could have appeared to have been praying, but anyone that knew her would have known she was fighting back tears.

Her nails clawed into her own hands, her tears made her eyes sting, and the silence made her want to scream.

There was nothing but white in the room, nothing but empty white surrounding her. She saw no need to open her eyes and see the empty white when she could close her eyes and see the everlasting darkness.

The door behind her opened and closed, but Darcie didn't move. She expected death to come any minute now; she didn't care if she saw it coming or not, but she didn't want the last thing she saw to be the empty white of the walls.

"Oh, come now, honey. That's no way to greet your mother." a sweet voice said.

Slowly Darcie opened her eyes. A woman of average height stood in front of Darcie in a white gown with a silver chain around her neck from which a small silver cross hung. Her hair was blond, and her eyes a kind hazel. She seemed familiar, but at the same time foreign to Darcie.

"Who...who are you?" Darcie stuttered. Was this the person who was to deliver her death? Who was the mastermind behind all of this?

The woman smiled, "Oh, I should explain. I imagine my real form is quite different than the one you're used to." the woman shrunk a few inches, her blond hair became more vibrant until it appear obviously dyed, but her hazel eyes stayed the same, the same eyes Darcie once thought to be weary and tired.

Darcie stood up so fast she tripped and fell back onto the white ground. She ignored the pain and instead curled up against the wall; her knees to her chest and head buried in her arms, "No! No! Don't...you monster! First David, now you! You monster! You've been tricking me, haven't you! Haven't you!" Darcie screamed at the woman.

She sighed and walked toward Darcie, each step elegant and graceful. She bent down and grabbed Darcie's hands, "I am real, honey. I'm not dead, in fact, I am very much alive." she took Darcie's hands from her face forcing Darcie to looked at her, forcing Darcie to look at the woman she knew as Carol Smithson.

"You and David...you're both dead." Darcie whispered.

Carol knelt down in front of her, "Do I look dead, honey?"

"No." Darcie said shortly.

"Exactly." Carol smiled, "See I lied to you. I didn't want to, but I had to, to keep you safe."

Darcie's eyes narrowed in confusion, "From who? From what?"

Carol frowned, "David. He lied more than I did. He's a Dark Angel...just like you."

Darcie yanked her hands from Carol's grasp, "No, I'm mortal..."

Carol sighed, "I've protected you for a long time just so that I could one day tell you this." she stood and walked to the other side of the table. "You look hungry. From what I can tell you haven't eaten in at least a day. What would you like? I can get you anything."

At the mention of food Darcie's stomach began to growl. Slowly she stood and made her way to the table, she sat down across from Carol. "Just a water and a slice of cheese pizza...please."