Fallen (Fallen 1)

ome way. No way was I going down without a fight.

A moan from the corner made me jump. The man moaned again. I stood up quietly. “Are you okay?” I whispered not wanting to startle him for fear of him lashing out at me. He grunted and rolled over. The face I saw startled me so much that I nearly fell down. I put a hand to my heart and stepped timidly forward.

“D- Da- Dad?”

“Ky-Bear?” I rushed to his side and knelt down beside him.

“Dad what are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?”

“I was taken. What about you?”

“Some crazy woman with these weird silver eyes came to the house and took me and brought me here. Where is here, exactly?”

“I’m not sure but I’m guessing somewhere near Rome.”

“Rome? You mean that crazy bitch dragged me halfway around the world? Please excuse my cussing, Ky-Bear.” He said still sounding like my father even in this horrible situation. I laughed. It was like I had my old dad back.

But it was in that moment that I took in somewhat of his state. He was covered in blood and there was gash on his neck that looked distinctly like a bite mark. The skin looked as though it had been torn away. What had my poor dad been through? I looked around for something to clean his wound with and of course found nothing useful.

I looked him in the eyes the eyes so much like my own. “Doesn’t your neck hurt?” I asked.

He put a hand to the wound like he was noticing it for the first time, “It burns a little. But I don’t notice it anymore.”

Tears filled my eyes; this time for my dad’s sake. “What did she do to you?”

“I think the better question is what is she?”

“She’s a vampire,” I said simply, there was no point in lying. I knew that neither one of us were going to make it out of this situation alive. I knew in the deepest pits and craters of my heart and soul that this was where I was going to die.

He laughed so hard that he shook with it. “A vampire?” He laughed. Upon seeing my face he abruptly stopped. “Oh, you were serious?” he said questioningly.

“Yes, I was serious,” I snapped at him. How could he be so ignorant of the truth? “Now give me something to clean your wounds,” I demanded. He obediently tore the bottom of his shirt and handed me the fabric. I used it to wipe away the worst of the wet and dried blood. I wished desperately for some anti-bacterial ointment.

I slid down the wall to sit next to him. He put his arm around me and held me close like he used to when I was younger. “You’re freezing,” he said to me.

“So, are you,” I replied back. I knew the situation was bad and that we were both going to die but I was happy to be with my dad and have no anger in me.

“I’ve missed you dad,” I said. This wasn’t the reunion that I had wanted but at east I was going to get the chance to have on before I died.

He squeezed me closer to his body, “I’ve missed you too Ky-Bear.”

“I love you, daddy.” I said. I hadn’t called him daddy in so long that I felt a change in his posture; it was like he went stiff with shock.

“I love you to kiddo.”

I knew there was no hope. I knew we were going to die. There was nothing we could do. He didn’t even believe me about Selena being a vampire. But at least I had come to peace with my dad. I could die not hating him. But I didn’t want to die. There was so much life left in me. I always thought that I’d die an old woman curled up in my bed; not like this. I wanted to see Jonathon again at least to say goodbye. And Diana. Joseph. Danny. Even Mason. Patrick and Amelia who welcomed me into their home. I’d never see them again never get a chance to say goodbye and how much I loved and appreciated them. And then there was Jonathon. The love of my life. Gone for reasons unknown. Silent tears began to run down my face. I tried discretely to wipe them away without my dad noticing. Oh, Jonathon! I missed him so much. What if he had been there with me tonight? Would Selena have been able to take me with him there?

Jonathon, Jonathon, Jonathon. My mind flooded with his name, his face, his voice, even his smell. God, I loved him. I loved him with all my being. I wanted him here. My knight in shining armor. Jonathon, Jonathon, Jonathon.

I felt a tugging on my brain. Like someone trying to intrude on my mind. I pushed at it with all the power in my body and felt it disappear. What was that? It hadn’t caused me any mental or physical pain but my head still felt weird.

I stood up deciding that maybe I could find another way of escape. I crawled on my hands and knees rubbing the floor. Once again I found no way out through the floors. The windows were sealed shut with age and there was nothing to break them with even if I could manage to climb out of them. I kicked the door hoping that the old wood would break but it held strong. I rubbed the walls hoping to find a trap door. But all the walls were real. This was not good. I was quickly losing hope.

“There’s no way out,” My dad spoke from his spot on the floor. “I have checked every inch of this place,” He elaborated.

I knew he was right and I had figured out as much in my initial search but I still felt like I had to search. I had to do something. It was only a matter of time before she came back to finish us off. I let out a frustrated sigh. How could this happen to me? I was hungry and thirsty; my stomach growled loudly as if it agreed with my thoughts.