The Fallen (The Alexandra Denton Chronicles) by Amanda K. Dudley-Penn Read Free Book Online Page A

I said, shifting, “He also kept touching me but he really didn‘t hurt me.  He just made it very uncomfortable to be in his presence.  I tried to push myself from the dream.  It was harder than the others and when I was finally able to do it, it hurt and my nose bled.”
                  “That happened again today,” Bastian said, frowning, “When you had the vision in the library.”
                  I nodded, “Anyways, I think it’s just a freaky side affect of talking to the devil,” I said with a shrug, “Still, I did have a vision.  These demons will be attacking people we know…people we love…not just the Appointed.  I already know one of them.  His name is Brady Forrester.”
                  “I know Brady,” Sarah said, frowning, “He’s in my English class.” 
                  “I do too,” Leighton said as his eyes darkened, “He’s a really good guy.”
                  “We’ll have to protect him and of course, we’ll have to protect our families and Kelly,” I said, looking over at the table where she sat but instead of my eyes resting on her, I looked at Jenna.  My breath caught in my throat as pain slammed through my head.  The vision came hard and fast.  One moment, I was looking into her face and the next,  I saw her standing beside Kelly and my brothers fighting demons. 
                  My eyes widened as I saw her pointing toward demon possessed people in what seemed to be a parking lot.  She was telling Kelly which ones to heal.  I blinked, confused. 
                  The pain ended as the echo of my scream fell around me. I swallowed, tasting the metallic flavor that was quickly becoming familiar to me.   I reached up and touched my nose as blood poured from it once again.  My head spun and then, I was falling as everything went black.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
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                                I blinked against the bright white light surrounding me like a blanket.  Instantly, fear slithered through me as I recognized where I was.  I was in the same place I had been after Asmodis‘ attack.  The problem was an obvious one.  After Asmodis attacked me, I had died.  I swallowed as I looked around, fighting the fear building within me.   The irony hit me and I nearly laughed.  I fought demons and a nosebleed is what brought on my demise.               
                  “Alex,“ a familiar voice said, too happy for where I stood. 
                  I sighed and then, I turned I finding two people standing within the mist.  Their smiling faces calmed me and I was able to give a genuine smile. 
                  I walked to them and was instantly embraced by Reverend Boothe, our original protector.  He was Bastian’s uncle and had passed the duty to him when Asmodis had killed him. 
                  I pulled back and looked into Reverend Boothe’s familiar face.   His skin was less wrinkled than in life and his hair which had been grey at his death had become brown like in his youth.  Still, he was comfortable…familiar. 
                  I looked at the other person and a tear slid down my cheek.  Micah, Ky’s mother, stood before me.  She didn’t appear sick anymore.  Instead, her long black hair shined as it reached for her waist.  Her skin was the same mahogany as her brother and son.  Her brown eyes shined bright with love.
                  “Am I dead?” I asked through tears of fear and of joy. 
                  Micah laughed, “No, Sweetheart.  You aren’t dead.”
                  I frowned as I looked around again, “Then, I’m confused,” I whispered as I looked at them with wide