Thank you so much for all your comments on the prologue!!! Now it's time to find out why I called it "The Fallen"... Enjoy! ^_^


"Blake?" My twin sister Samantha called after me when I bolted out the door, in a rush to just be alone, to figure out myself by myself.
"I just need to be alone, I'll be back at nightfall." I explained over my shoulder.
Her long jet black flowed in smooth waves down her pale face and rested lightly against her shoulders. Her honey brown eyes worried - we both had the same color of eyes.
I ran through the woods outside our large house, faster than even a cheetah. While running through the forest fringe to my goal - the nearby abandoned beach with a perfect view of the sunset - I began thinking over my past life.
It happened three years ago to me and my twin, Samantha. We had gone out to run an errand for our parents.
"So . . . are you gonna go out with you know who?" Sammy prodded, winking secretly at me and I groaned. Would she please just give up already?
"You should already know that I am not going to go out with your 'best friend,'" I said, trying to make her see that this best friend of hers was only befriending her so she could get to me. Plus, I wasn't interested in any of the girls here. None of them caught my attention, so I'd figure that I'd wait until someone did.
"Uh! And why not?" she asked me incredulously with her dark eyebrows raised.
I sighed.
"I just don't have the time right now, Sammy. We both need to focus on college anyways," I said, turning into our driveway. We were both eighteen, about to turn nineteen, and we had both gotten accepted into the same college.
"College, schmollege, you need to have some fun!" she whined at me and I got out of our red Honda.
I just ignored her, and she trailed along behind as I opened the front door.
All of the lights were off and it was pitch black, which was strange; had mom and dad gone out?
I flipped on the overhead living room light and couldn't believe the scene before me.
It looked like a tornado had whipped its way through our house, everything was destroyed.
But then I saw blood. And it was everywhere.
Samantha screamed, her honey brown eyes wide.
Then I saw the two creatures with pale skin and beautiful features, impossibly beautiful. But then their were two black, rugged wings protruding from their back's, covered in a thick layer of dark feathers. What were they?
But then I saw that they were holding our dead parents in their arms, their mouths were covered in blood. And their eyes were as black as their wings.
I let out a gasp and my life flashed before my eyes. One of them pushed me into the wall while the other went straight for my sister. My protective side kicked in as I struggled to try and get to my sister.
I watched in horror as the monster exposed two very long and pointed teeth that faintly reminded me of a snake, and then sunk them into my sister's neck.
"No!" But my protests were cut off when something dangerously sharp pierced through my neck.
My vision clouded over while my body went limp.
The last thing I heard was something crashing through our windows and two distinct gasps.

I could feel myself wrapped in darkness like a cocoon, becoming tighter, inescapable. Then a soaring, incredibly amazing feeling spread throughout my body, changing everything before that feeling sunk deep into my heart, igniting it like a flame.
"Chris, I think they're conscious," A sweet voice like honey said, and I felt a cool hand on my forehead.
"Yeah . . . and they became conscious at the exact same time too," A voice with a light British accent spoke from somewhere around me.
"It won't be long now," the sweet voice whispered, and then the sensational feeling slowly began leaving my body, the heavy darkness also leaving me.
Suddenly, it stopped, and I opened my eyes and sat up.
There was a girl sitting beside me, probably no more than nineteen, with extremely long and curly cashew brown colored hair. She had striking olive-toned skin and deep green eyes framed with thick lashes.
She was smiling at me, showing a set of perfect ultra-white teeth.
"Hello, my name is Brianna Leon. This is my husband, Chris." The woman introduced sweetly and I looked over her shoulder at the tall man.
He seemed to be the same age as Brianna, his skin was much paler, and his short hair blond, but his eyes were very similar to his wife's, just a little lighter.
Chris nodded at me, but then I heard a familiar voice.
"Where are we? And why do I feel different?" Samantha's sharp, country-tanged voice rose and my eyes found hers.
She was sitting on a bed like mine, we were separated by a small nightstand table.
I gasped suddenly when I saw that her once brown eyes were now pitch black, even darker than her hair if possible. And had she always been so . . . pale?
"Samantha?"
"Blake?" she gasped too, and then she grew panicky and started babbling, "Why are your eyes black, and your skin is way too pale!" she shrieked out, confused by all this like I was.
"Shh, shh, calm down." Chris said, laying a comforting hand on my sister's shoulder. "The reason you are both like this is because you were both attacked, and now no longer human."
We both stared up at him in shock.
"Then what are we?" Samantha was the one to ask the question.
Chris and Brianna exchanged a look, and then Brianna took a deep breath.
"One of the Fallen."


So I bet you're all wondering what happened to Angel, well, she'll come back in chapter three.:) Plz rate and comment!