Fallen (Fallen Series Book 1)

by Micalea Smeltzer

  We’ll be meeting soon.It read.

  Those four words scared the bejesus out of me. I ran my hands through my hair. It was going to be a long weekend.

  I did my usual daily routine and packed a small bag to have with me over the weekend. I added a couple of books to my bag thinking that maybe with all the time I would have alone I could get some reading done.I looked quickly around my room for anything I might be missing. I grabbed my pillow to add to my things. There was a light knock on my door then Diana entered. Her blond head shining in the morning sun that streamed in through the window. Her skin glowed. I mean really glowed, like her skin was the sun itself. Bright, glowing, and pulsing.

  “Are you ready?” she asked.

  “Yeah,” I said meeting her eyes. She came into the room the whole way.

  “Well, we’re all leaving. Jonathon’s going to stay behind a little longer with you. He thought it would be better if we went ahead and got your mom out of the house before you came. We don’t want to risk another umm… meeting. Oh! I guess you already figured it out but Jonathon asked Patrick and he said it would be okay for you to stay at your house.”

  “Thanks,” I said looking down at the floor afraid to continue meeting her eyes with mine now filled with tears.

  Her cold arms wrapped around me. “It’s okay. Just cry its okay to feel sad about it. I promise she’ll be okay. Just give her time. Time heals all wounds,” she said stroking my hair. I let a few tears escape my arms now wrapped around her.

  It was amazing how close I already felt to Diana. I felt like she was my long lost sister. I stepped out of her hug and wiped the few remaining tears. I squished my eyes closed willing no more to escape.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “What are friends for,” she said with a quick shrug of her shoulder. “I’ll see you Sunday,” she said heading for the door.

  “See you,” I said as she left the room. I was already counting down the minutes until they would be back.

  Her head poked back through the door. “Really, Kylie there’s no need to worry. Everything will work itself out. It always does,” Diana said and then she was gone.

  I let out a sigh. Diana thought I was worried about my mom but really I was worried about myself. All I had to do was live till Sunday. I could do that, right? Gosh, I hoped so.

  I began to pick up my bags to head downstairs. Jonathon came running in. “Here, let me get those,” He said taking the bags from me.

  We walked out of my room and down the stairs together. We put my stuff in the trunk of my BMW. All the other cars were gone except the BMW and Jonathon’s Mustang. “Are you leaving now?” I asked.

  “I’m going to follow you to your house and get you settled; then I’m leaving,” He said leaning against the open door to his Mustang. I nodded and got behind the driver’s side of my car.

  I had some trouble backing out of the driveway. It was quite a maze. I finally managed it though and made the short drive to my mom’s house. Jonathon was out of his car before I was even in park.

  I went to the door bending down to insert the key that was now around my neck. I swung the door open as Jonathon walked in all my bags in his arms. I went back to the car and grabbed my purse locking the car behind me. When I turned around Jonathon was standing behind me.

  He grabbed me in his arms and pushed my back gently against the car; pinning me there. He looked me in the eyes. So, much love and worry showed in his beautiful silver eyes for me. Then his mouth was on mine in one swift motion. This kiss was more passionate than we had ever shared. But this kiss also seemed to hide his panic. But his panic at what? He kissed me longer and deeper, more insistent as if this would be our last kiss, our last embrace. He broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes again. I could just drown in their silvery depths. “I love you,” He said.

  “I love you too,” I said putting as much love as I could in those words. Instead of pinning me to the car he moved his arms to wrap around me.

  “Call me if anything happens. Call me if anything spooks you, anything. Even if it’s just the wind, promise you’ll call me, love.”

  “I promise.” I said.

  “Okay, I’ll see you on Sunday. I’ll come back sooner than the others to get you cleared out of here.”

  “Sunday,” I said. Twenty-four hours and we’d be back together, I could make it. “I love you,” I said again.

  “As do I,” Jonathon said. He gave me one more kiss and then he was in his car leaving me standing there. I waved and he waved back.

  As soon as I could no longer see his car I went inside. Isaac would be coming over soon. I went to my sparse room that I had only slept one night in. Jonathon had placed my stuff on my bed and left a note.

  Principessa,

  I am missing you already. I will be back before you know it.

  Know that my soul is aching for you. I love you.

  -Jonathon

  I held the note to my heart. I really didn’t deserve him. He was so good to me. Oh, Jonathon. I thought. What would I do without you?

  I thought back to my first days here. What would I have done without Jonathon? Everything that happened those first days was so chaotic. How could I have handled that by myself?

  I put the note on my bedside table. Then I moved the suitcases to the floor.

  I was just coming out of the kitchen chewing on an energy bar when there was a knock on the door. I opened the door to an adorable Isaac standing in the doorway. He had all the supplies plus another bag. He lifted that bag in the air and gave it a little shake. “I brought lunch, I hope that’s okay.”

  “That’s great,” I said throwing my energy bar in the trash can as I showed him where to put the stuff down in the living room.

  We sat down on the floor all the supplies on the coffee table. Isaac put the bag in between us and started pulling out the food he’d brought. There were grapes, and bread and dipping oil. I took the lid off the dipping oil and smelled it. The scent was heavenly.

  “This looks fantastic,” I said putting the bowl back down on the floor.

  “I know it’s not much but. . .” He said trailing off with a shrug of his shoulders.

  In that moment I looked at Isaac; really looked at him. His eyelashes were long and curled. His hair was shaggy. He had the tips of his dark brown almost black hair dyed a dark blue. His blue eyes sparkled with intensity. He had good strong bone structure. He also had a lip ring. Isaac was a really good looking guy and for some reason he acted as if he didn’t notice. I had seen some of the female stares he received at school and knew that I wasn’t the only one who noticed.

  “What are you looking at?” Isaac asked.

  “Nothing,” I mumbled looking down at the bread and tearing apart a couple of pieces.

  “Is there something on my face?” He asked.

  “No,” I said color now rising to cheeks. I moved my long hair to cover my face so hopefully he wouldn’t see the blush creeping up to cover my cheeks.

  We laid everything out and ate and laughed and talked and even finished the project.

  I threw away the trash from our meal and cleaned out Isaac’s containers and gave them back to him. He already had all the project mess cleaned up and the board rolled up under his arm.

  “Here you go,” I said handing him the bag with the dishes in it. I went to the door to open it for Isaac. He paused just outside the door and turned to look at me.

  “Hey, you wouldn’t by any chance want to come watch my band practice,” He said; his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just thought with your mum and what’s his name, your boyfriend, away you might want to hang out.” He added hastily at the hesitant look on my face. I held my hands up signaling for him to wait while I thought.

  I figured it would be a lot more fun chilling with Isaac and his band than staying here and jumping at the slightest noise just because it might be some crazy vampire coming to kill me. I nodded. “Yeah I’ll come,” I said
to him. A smile broke out over his face like the sun breaking over the horizon.

  “One second,” I said holding up a finger.

  “Okay,” he said turning to his car, a red smart car, to put away the stuff in his hands. I ran back to my room and grabbed my purse, which I put my book in, and my car keys.

  I walked outside, closing the door behind me. Isaac was standing in front of his smart car. I bent down pulled out my necklace with the weird antique key on it and locked the door. Although a locked door wouldn’t stop a vampire from getting in I still made me feel better. I tucked it back into my shirt.

  “That’s one way not to lose a house key,” said Isaac.

  “Yeah,” I said with a blush.

  I looked in his small car and saw a guitar case sitting in the passenger seat.

  “I’ll follow you,” I said pointing to the BMW with my car keys. Isaac whistled.

  “That’s your car?” He asked in obvious astonishment. I blushed an even deeper red.

  “Yep,” I said rocking back on my heels.

  “Gee, my mom drives a Peugeot; yours must drive a Bentley as nice as your car is.”

  I laughed. “No, she drives a Range Rover.”

  “Like I said nice cars.”

  I got in my car and Isaac in his.

  I started the engine and heard the pleasant hum it made. Like a purring cat. I breathed in the new car smell. Isaac began backing out and I did too.

  I followed him for about fifteen minutes, when he pulled into a cobblestone driveway at a large house. I parked in the small space allotted on the street while Isaac parked in the driveway. He was leaning against the smart car with his guitar bag over his shoulder. I jumped out of the car locking it behind me with a pleasant beep. I dropped the car keys in my purse.

  “This is my band mate and best friend Tyson’s house. This is the place we practice. His parents are never home and the walls are thick in his house. So, we all come here.”

  “Will they be okay with me being here?” I asked nervously.

  “Oh, yeah. My twin sister comes here every time we practice. So, you’ll have someone to talk to.”

  “Does your band have a name?” He chuckled.

  “No, we can’t agree on a single one.”

  “Maybe I can help,” I said automatically without thinking. He smiled.

  “That’d be great,” He said. I smiled back as we walked into the large home.

  The home was cozy. You walked right into the formal living room. It was decorated in warm terra cota colors. Isaac went right passed it and opened a door that looked like it would be a storage closet. I was wrong. It opened up to a pair of ancient wooden steps that looked like they would break under our weight. I could hear people arguing downstairs. I gave Isaac a questioning look.

  “It’s okay,” he said following my gaze to the steps. A single light lit the way down.

  I started down the steps easy. I could hear Isaac’s guitar case slapping against his back as he descended slowly behind me. I’m sure my slow speed bothered him but he didn’t complain. A large black spider sped by me on the stone wall. I jerked away. I hated spiders. Of all the things I could be afraid of in the world spiders were number one second would probably be heights. And yet I love motorcycles.

  I made it to the last step and waited for Isaac who was right behind me. “This way,” he said shouldering past me and turning a corner. I followed closely behind just in case anymore spiders showed up.

  Looking around the cold dark room I couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to have band practice in a place so depressing. I saw a door placed into the small wall. The source of commotion was coming from behind it.

  Isaac put his hand on the knob turned to look at me with a grin and opened it. I was instantly and pleasantly surprised.

  The inside was like a real recording studio. The board with blinking lights, the glass, everything. I looked at Isaac questioningly.

  “I thought you said this was band practice not a recording session.”

  He laughed. I didn’t think it was funny. “This is band practice. Tyson’s dad is a recording mogul. This is just the in home studio that he never uses; you should see his actual recording studio.”

  I looked around the front room. It was painted a light blue. The recording part was done in paneling halfway up the wall and then the rest of the wall was painted the same blue.

  A comfy looking brown leather couch was on the right hand side of the room. A dark haired girl sat on one side. Three guys were in the recording part; seeing Isaac they came out. I kept looking at the girl. There was something oddly familiar about her. She noticed my staring and her head snapped up. It looked as if she had the same eyes as Isaac. My head snapped away from the girl. I didn’t want to seem rude.

  Isaac must have noticed my questioning look. He moved next to the girl putting his hand on her shoulder. “This is my twin sister, Isobel.” Suddenly the pieces fit together. She was the girl at the coffee shop.

  I held out my hand. “I’m Kylie,” I said. She looked me up and down with a mean look. Her eyes rested on my hand as if it was something completely vile. I put it down color flooding my cheeks with embarrassment. I heard Isaac mumble something to her. She said something back that sounded a lot like, “She’s with a vampire.” Isaac said what sounded like, “She probably doesn’t know.” I pretended not to have heard. After all I might have misunderstood with my overactive imagination. It was a realistic possibility.

  In the other corner of the room there were three tall guys standing with their arms crossed all staring directly at me.

  Isaac came to my side. “Guys this is my friend Kylie. Kylie this is Tyson,” he said motioning to the tall curly haired brunette with pretty gray eyes. “Nice to finally meet you. Isaac talks about you all the time,” He said with a cocky grin. I looked up at Isaac. His face had become flushed.

  “Thanks a lot Tyson.”

  “No problem,” said Tyson with a shrug.

  “This is Colton,” He said pointing to the guy with straight dirty blond hair that fell well past his eyes. Colton looked me up and down and smiled. “And this is Wayland.” He said. Wayland was definitely the shy one of the bunch. He kept looking down at the floor as if he found it most fascinating. He had straight shaggy light brown hair with what looked like green eyes. The green of his eyes was much darker than mine. He had chiseled features and muscular arms.

  “You can just chill there while we practice,” said Isaac indicating the couch Isobel was sitting on.

  “Kay,” I said as the four guys walked into the studio.

  I sat down on the small leather sofa as far away from Isobel as I could get. I watched as the guys set up. Colton was on the drums, Tyson lead guitar, Isaac was apparently the singer and lead guitarist, and Wayland was on the bass.

  They tuned up. They looked like an actual band. If only they had a name.

  I pulled my book out planning to read but then they started playing. They sounded like nothing I had ever heard. I had expected them to play hardcore screamo music. But instead it was a ballad. Colton hit the drums lightly so that it didn’t over power the song. I didn’t want to sound like a cliché but Isaac sang like an angel. The song was amazingly beautiful as were the ones after it. Even the one that was that got my heart racing with its fast pace.

  I don’t know how long I was down in the recording studio but I do know that it was dark when we walked outside.

  Isaac walked me to my car. “That was amazing. Why hasn’t Tyson’s dad signed you guys?” I asked.

  Isaac let out a sigh. “Mr. Marx says that he will consider signing us when we finally agree on a name. And I don’t see that happening anytime soon.”

  “You guys will come up with a name I’m sure of it.”

  “Thanks,” He said. I unlocked my car.

  “Bye Isaac,” I said opening the car door. The light blinked on.

  “Bye, I’ll see you on Monday.” He said a little sadly.

  “Yep
, see ya then. And you have got to bring me back here to see you guys practice.” I said.

  “Really? I’ll bring you a cd on Monday with all of our songs.”

  “That’d be great. Oh, I was meaning to ask you and I almost forgot. Did you write all of those songs?”

  “Yeah. I did.”

  “You have a gift Isaac.” I said as I got in the car and closed the door. I gave a little wave and pulled away leaving him standing in the street his hands in his jeans pockets.

  I got home and was greeted by pitch blackness. I had forgotten to leave a light on in the house when I left. But then again I had thought I wouldn’t be gone long. I locked the car and went in the house tucking my necklace back under my shirt. I locked it behind me, still a little jumpy. I flipped the switch illuminating the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and my heart ached. I missed Jonathon so badly. He was way too good to me. He had made sure the kitchen was fully stocked. I realized with a sudden jolt that all the boxes had been unpacked and put away. The Pulmer’s really were purely good.

  I found a bowel and made myself cereal for dinner. I cleaned up and decided I might as well go to bed. I flipped off the light and headed to my room. The door was closed and a light was leaking out from under the door. I hadn’t remembered leaving the light on and I definitely hadn’t closed the door. I opened the door.

  The first thing I noticed was the open window. I stared at it puzzled.

  My gaze went to my bed. I had an intake of breath.

  A girl probably nineteen was stretched out on my bed. She had on a long black dress and had long black hair down to her waist. She was beautiful that much was obvious. My gaze moved and stayed fixed on her face. She was smiling sadistically. Her eyes were a light silver color. Vampire. I couldn’t breathe.

  Her sadistic smile grew wider.

  She leapt from the bed in a crouch like a lioness stalking her prey.

  Her lips curled back from her teeth showing pointed incisors. A feral growl escaped her throat vibrating her lips.

  “I’ve been waiting to meet you did you enjoy my notes?” She said with a cock of her head. Her nose wrinkled like she was sniffing the air. “Such a shame I had to kill the guard poor little Jonathon had stationed watching your house. He must be worried about you. But I have news for him. I don’t want to kill you, yet,” She said as if in afterthought. Her hair was blowing wildly and dangerously around her head from the wind coming in from the open window. Her eyes darted around the room.