Fallen Into Hell by S.K Nuanes (popular ebook readers txt) 📕

was bed hair you could say.
I just left it how it was I didn’t feel like fixing it.


I got to the school it was very gothic looking the huge castle-like building had a few towers.
It was fenced some of the fence was rusting, the windows were long and narrow.
It was the building was about two three stories.
Students were playing a few games out I went inside the school the carpet was a dark brown the walls were red with black paneling.
There was a cabinet with a few awards in it then above it were the founders pictures I went down the right hall to a room it was dark with cabinets behind a desk with a old lady.
She had her hair in a messy bun her skin was covered in wrinkles she had green eyes with a yellow dress on she was reading a poem book.
The carpet was a dark green the walls were a dark stone, I looked at the old lady and waited for her to look up she looked up then said, “Oh hello dear, how can I help you?”
The room didn't have munch light it was dim, with a few candles creating a low growl.
Her voice was shaking she knew who I was she knew who was my father…
“I am Brent Hellure.” I sighed.
“Oh yes, son of Satan welcome to Hell Private here’s your classes and will you be requesting a dorm sir?” The old woman asked.
I wanted a room then said, “No, I am good.”
God why did I just say that, I could of be away from Satan more if I lived at the school.
Such a idiot…
I walked out of the office then went outside all the students looked human.
Looked human none of us were human.
The students made their way inside I went to my first class joy…


Finally the day ended oh joy here we go again back home…
I got home and leaned against the entry hall, why didn’t I ask for dorm?
I loosed my tie up then I saw her…
She had beautiful blonde hair, pale skin, dark evil purple eyes, she had on a soft pink nightgown on.
I glared at her she walked like a cat in the night, stalking it’s prey, using her beauty to lure a man in to her then she rips their soul out.
With no second thoughts…
“Hello Brent.” She said, in a dark and sexy voice.
She ran her hand down my cheek then down on my jaw bone then she leaned in to kiss me.
I looked away from her then let out a dark growl, “Kiss me and you’ll be loosing your head.”
She had a slight giggle then said again, “Listen you need to forgive me.
You can’t hate me forever.”
“Want to bet…” I snarled, baring my front canines.
“Oh my love, you know inside that gorgeous body of yours you feel the same way I do.
Our love is still there.” She whispered in my ear.
“Angel listen last time we were together you cheated on me, acted as if nothing happened.
You forced me to have sex with you so many times after that.
Then you tried to kill me then acted as if it was all a horrible nightmare.
You made me think we had something, the only thing I have for you is hate.”
I pushed her away from me then went up to my room, I slammed my door then lied down on my bed.


“Get away from me!” A voice screamed in pain.
I turned to look for it there was Emily and Rebecca were cornered a saw a dark figure cornering them, I ran and tackled the man.
He was stronger then me he pinned me down hard to the cold stone, it started to rain it seemed more like hale then rain.
I saw the figure he grinned grimly at me he took off his hood there was Satan.
“You’re a fool, keeping your feelings…you idiot...”


I opened my eyes and rubbed my temples hard, I missed Emily she was my best friend.
You could say she was like a sister to me.
Although I loved her somehow, I wasn’t sure why but she was important.
I got up and looked out the window why did I have to be out that night?
I sighed the feelings kept me from being a mindless killer. Went out to the human world, and sat alone in a graveyard, I could feel the spirits that didn’t want to move on or couldn’t.
So they take their pain out on bystanders.
I sat against a tombstone it was cold and lifeless I put my back to it, the poor soul who had to die that night.
I could feel the spirits pain just from my nerves.
This soul belonged to a young girl she was raped by her father, then she was choked to a point before she couldn’t take it.
Then he pushed her down three flights of stairs…he hid her body away he didn’t caught for three years.
I felt so bad for her she was only four years old.
Why did death exist, good for humans to live to their elder life but Aldabella she was so young…why did she have to die?
She was so young so innocent I could remember her little eyes how she would look at me.
The way her little eyelashes would pat against each other after she woke up from a nap.
I could remember her small arms how they were so fragile yet they were soft how they held tight.
She loved me the most they way when she was trying to learn to walk.
How she would giggle every time she fell.
She would look at me and try and walk to me even though Jacob was trying to teach her.
Her soft yellow hair would it blow in the window, the way she was amazed by butterflies.
I felt a pain in my heart I held it in pain, I didn’t want to loose anyone.
The graveyard was so gloomy the grass was rough as I ran my palm through it was like sand paper, the sky was dark some rain drops came down.
A few visitors were mourning over lost ones.
I closed my eyes for a second only if I could be dead, resting in my coffin dead.
Somewhere better then where I was now.
I rubbed my neck and shoulder, where I was bit.
I could remember all the details of the poison inside, the world how it seemed to change to a safe place to a dark world filled with blood.
Where lies come every day every second, every word you say to someone is a lie.
When you think someone will keep a promise or you tell someone something.
Then you turn your back on them then lie to them.
I closed my eyes trying to think of my home.
Playing with Aldabella then Jacob coming in on his horse the horse would buck him off.
Or he would try to get off smooth then end up falling, then with my mother coming out with some fresh food smiling at us.
No matter how hard I would try my dreams turn to nightmares…they never last.
Nothing good ever lasts.

Then I heard a familiar voice, “Vampire attack!”
I knew who it was and the only person who would yell that out at me.
I was knocked to the ground hard yet I felt nothing at all, I looked up there was my best friend Robert.
He had black short hair, it was kind of curly he had pale skin he had ice blue eyes his fangs were visible he gave a big smile.
Robert had on a long red coat on with a colonial solider uniform.
“Brent!” Robert said, in a sheepish voice.
I raised one of my eyebrows at him I wondered how much stupidity could fill one man’s brain.
Second thought does he have one did it rot over the years?
“Hey Robert.” I sighed.
I did miss him but I didn’t want to talk to anyone right now.
“Hey where have you been, I haven’t seen you since 1812!” Robert said, in an excited yet annoying voice.
“Um, you know here…there.” I said, my voice had no emotions in it.
“Well me and Annabeth have missed you, and that attitude of those, life is dull without you being all pissed off all the time.”
I said ignoring his comment about my attitude, “Well how is she doing?”
"She's been good, you know being a vampire been trying to stay on that diet you put us on. No other vampire gets it.” Robert said, in a somewhat passionate voice.
As this was some drama book, a character feeling alone in the world.
“Yeah because you suck.” I said, rolling my eyes.
Robert had a stupid laugh then said, “That was good.
I suck, I am a vampire.”
He had another laugh I couldn’t believe how he could be that happy.
Like a stupid little prep or someone high, he was high all the time. How could someone always have a smile on?
Which got disturbing…
“Wow you are good.” Robert said.
I slowly nodded then said, “Um, what are you doing here thought you were living with your family in New Orleans.”
Robert came from a vampire family, he wasn’t turned he was born a vampire, then his master (parents) which ever one would bite him then that would complete the transforming.
“Oh yeah well I missed you and want to see what you been up to.” Robert laughed, while shrugging.
I let out a exhale which was slow then I said, “Oh um yeah same old same old, same struggle same pain…yeah.”
“You are really depressing you have this scary aura no wonder when human girls come up to you they get scared their blood runs quicker their heart pumps fast as a rabbits heat beat during a chase.”
“Well I can’t give that stare girls are consumed by.”
“How about I help you find a girl who won’t be frozen by your glare.
Because you glare and you are angry a lot.”
“No girl would be brave enough.”
Robert had a laugh again then sighed, “Brent there is someone for everyone maybe its Angel for you.”
I narrowed my eyes at him I felt anger inside it almost seemed as if darkness or blood covered my vision.
“You really think that no good lying cheating---.” I snared, but Robert cut in then by shoving his hand almost in my face then said, “For you being a prince you have no manners you can never call a lady that no matter how much you may hate them.”
I could see he was like some high teenager always trying to make a joke or lighten the mood.
“How long has it been since you had a good round of drinks?” Robert asked, letting a somewhat sheepish smile come across his smooth face.
It had been maybe three weeks or two, I raised an eyebrow he always loved taking us to a vampire bar.
He enjoyed those kinds of bars while I just stayed far away from everyone and sipped whatever I got.
“Why are you taking us to umm to another vampire bar again.” I sighed; I knew my voice had no joy in it.
“Yeah, come on.” Robert said, almost jumping up and down.
I was annoyed how he acted, being a little bubble or whatever you want to call him.
For a vampire he was really…fairy-like.
“Fine, whatever.” I said, almost throwing my hands.


Robert dragged