The Snow Deal [First To The Fallen Savior Series] (Unedited Author's Edition, AKA First Snow)

❅ Chapter XV: Courage ❅

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First Snow © November 17th, 2014 by Selena Collins

Awaking, there laying at the end of the blackwood bed laid a large black box with the words The Plaza Hotel and a little note saying Ms. Brenelle Dawson. I open the letter to see the lovely cursive words light up my smile, heart fluttering to the sky, mostly my soul being snatched away from logic and into madness.

Bree,

My dearest and sweetest Bree, despite the rocky start we may have had I would like to know the real you. The you when nobody is around to judge one or the other. I may not be the greatest with words; but I promise that no matter what, I won’t ever discard the gift life has granted me and I certainly will protect you until my last heartbeat is expressed.

Please do me the honors by wearing this outfit and agreeing to this first date? You’ll know where to find me when the petals glow up to the luminous stars.

From,

Bishop

Slightly opening the box I observed to see a small jewelry box to seem to be earrings and necklace to match with the lovely dress and shoes that accompanied with them. The dress was a long, white, silk dress that had one shoulder with diamond studs leading to the white silk rose around the waist glistening with diamond studs as tiny crystal raindrops. Shoes were white as the dress with matching studs as they were simple 4” heels, not complicated to walk in if you were also a model. I saved the jewelry for last as they revealed to be diamond chandelier earrings with matching necklace to make me similar to Princess Anastasia from the Disney film. I looked at my attire noticing the blood spatters on my dress and the drenched soaked hair from the rain showers.

Then the note was erased as new words appeared,

You may simply rid that ghastly “dress” in the bag that is empty to the side with my own stained clothes, if you choose to even wash up as well. ~ B

I simply debated if I should shower or should not as I laid there reading his delicate cursive note. Shortly I pushed myself off the bed heading into the shower.

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Stepping out with a towel wrapped I stared into what seemed forever into a mirror, seeing the dark circles. I couldn’t believe the bright red soaking into the towel wrapped around my hair, seeing the blood of the man who would of done harm to me. However his words echoed into my mind as they played over and over, you couldn't protect your half-sister… who had chosen a werewolf as her soulmate, who gave birth to your half-nephew and died. Missing her funeral as others cried for her… The dagger began it’s digging approaching into my battered heart, knowing I was never going to see my mother ever again… to even think what he must of felt about his own half-sister, my second cousin.

Shaking my head I close my eyes before reopening and looking at the mirror to see my eyes healthy from the dark circles as ever. Straighten hair into a bun with a little dove comb that was silver with the most sparkling diamonds, the eye of the dove being a bright, blue turquoise. Most of all I was in my outfit as I felt a note in my pocket, just moments ago I had been standing with a towel, a soft gasp escaped my lips as I see the dark red ‘E’.

Slowly opening the envelope I read the words quietly to myself,

Breenelle,

Do not worry. I am here to protect you, I helped with your deprived sleep and took away any symptoms to my own soul’s risk. You do not know me personally yet, and I pray that this will not have to come to a day where you will have to summon me to battle. You’re the only vessel that’s taken me in from the clutches of the Reaper, and have many challenges yet to come. Save your strength and know this, you must protect Bishop at all costs… For if he shall fall, I’m afraid the world will see nothing but crimson and darkness.