The Chosen One

18 Years

I woke up at 11 AM because of an opening door. I peeked through my lashes and saw Jasmin rolling Dylan over and making him fall on the floor. She stepped on top of him and laid down next to me. With a proud smirk she started to talk about the prophecy.

"I discovered something last night!" she said, but got interrupted by Dylan, who was still on the ground, snoring his ass off.

"Does he always do that?" Jasmin whispered.

"No.. never.." I said chuckling.

"What I was saying, is that I found something about the prophecy. The sacrifice only works if you are 18."

"And what if I get sacrificed when I'm not 18 anymore? Will I get reborn?"

"It depends by who you get killed. If you die because of a demon or angel you'll be resurrected. If you die another way you'll just die."

"So if I'm 80 and I get killed by an angel I will be reborn?"

"The prophecy doesn't tell that much."

"I think I'm gonna eat breakfast." I said and stood up. I jumped over Dylan and walked downstairs. Still in my underwear and top, I grabbed some toast and sugar. I heard a door open and figured it was Dylan.

"Hey babe-" I said but stopped because it was actually Matt.

"Hi to you too." he said checking me out. Jasmin ran into the room and covered Matts eyes.

"You, upstairs. Go get some normal clothes." she demanded me and so I did. I ran upstairs but tripped over Dylan. I fell down, my head hitting the corner of a table. I let out a scream of pain and felt a warm liquid rushing over my cheek. Blood. I was bleeding. I tried to get up but black dots started to cover my vision. I fell down on the ground and the darkness started to take over.

"Babe! Stay with me! Babe!" I heard a voice say. Dylan. I tried to hold on to Dylan's voice. I heard someone calling 911. I started seeing silhouettes, black wings, fire. I was with demons. I felt my body burn, like the pain Bryan gave me. I started shaking and choking.

"What is happening to me?" I asked myself. It felt like I was dieing. One of the silhouettes came closer and I recognized the body shape.

"Dylan.. Help me.." I said between coughs.

"I think he would help you. But I'm not Dylan."

"Bryan.." I whispered. I looked around to see a way to escape. in the distance I saw a girl being drained from her blood. I could hear the droplets blood fall in the bowls as she slowly died.

"Let her go. Take me instead." I said weak.

"I can't. That girl is you." Bryan said laughing. My body started shaking and I stood up and started to run. In the corner of the room i spotted a door. I opened the door and ended up in a beautiful garden. I saw a woman, similar to myself, but a lot older. The same long black hair, same bone structure.

"Who are you?" I said out of breath.

"Are you my mother?" The woman shook her head. She raised her shaky finger and pointed at me. I was confused. I observed the woman further. Same eyes, same button nose. So identical to myself, she could only be one person. Me. I crawled back but hit a wall. The second me came closer and whispered,

"You need to make the right choice." And then, I started falling. The sentence kept on repeating until I fell on the ground. Then the darkness took over, again.

~~ Dylan's POV ~~

I watched her fall down with blood rushing from her fore head. I run over to her numb body.