You might call it a Prologue...

It was two months before it all happened... it was the day it began.
Dalila was a troubled girl... she loved vampires and everything dark like that; a Lady of the Dark World. The people in the town labeled her Goth... Though, last time she checked she wasn't a cereal box. Some said she was a witch, but she wasn't... that was to be expected in a Nebraskan town...
But her troubles went deeper then that... so much deeper.
Dalila was sixteen, pale, short, with light brown eyes, (very short) red-ish brown-ish hair, and what she calls Princess Lips.
She was a better listener then talker, and disliked everything to do with churches and religion... although she knew a whole lot about them.
She seemed to, even, have some sort of phobia, fear, of churches... that was why Gabby, her best friend, never dragged her to church on Sundays.
But this day... this day, they had to take Gabby's little brother, Abel, for their parents were feeling unwell.
Dalila clutched the notebook she always carried with her tight to her chest - so tight, her knuckles turned white - as she store upon the tall, white, old building.
Something strange had her heart in an ice cold grip... fear kicking in strong, a lump of dread rose in her throat.
She knew she was having a premonition... but she didn't believe it.
Gabby walked Abel up the steps while Dalila kept a good four or five or six yards away from the building. Gabby wasn't at all dress for church; she was going to hang out with her best friend, as she did almost every (day) Sunday, instead.
They had only agreed to take Abel.
Abel turned back to face his sister, cringing in the bright golden sun light of the warm, cloudless day. His blonde hair blowing delicately in the wind... he looked like their Mother and Gabby looked like their Father.
"Thank you, Gabrielle." He whispered.
"Huh?" A puzzled look filled Gabby's face. "Since when do you call me Gabrielle?"
Abel was the first one to ever call Gabby "Gabby". It had been the third word he had ever said and become the official name of his older sister ever since. What was this change?
"Since now..." He paused. Gabby stilled remained puzzled. "A lot of thing are about to change, Gabrielle. Make sure you're ready for them."
And with his warning spoken, he turned and entered the church... leaving Gabby behind and baffled.
Dalila still felt the lump in her throat... it wouldn't go away. Terrible things... terrible things were going to happen, she knew it. Terrible things that could only end terribly.
Everything would be destroyed!
Or was she just panicking?
Finally, it seemed the conversation between brother and sister ended as Abel entered the church... Suddenly, Dalila knew a lot of these "terrible" things were centered around him.
Gabby tilted her chin up and looked around at the bright day for a long moment... then, straightened her grey shirt, brushed off her blue jeans, and began back towards Dalila.
"Dal," Gabby called as she approached. "Are you alright? You look like you're going to be sick."
"Perhaps I am," Dalila realized, then, how tightly she was clutching the notebook and loosened her grip as much as she could stand. "Something's going to change, Gabby."
Gabby's heart rose up into her throat. First Abel, now Dalila... telling her this... what did it mean?
"Something awful is going to happen..."
"Dalila," Gabby put an arm around her friend's shoulders. "Calm down... you're just freaking out. Nothing is going to happen... nothing, you hear me? Nothing."
"No!" Suddenly, Dalila realized there were tears in her eyes. She forced them back. "Thing are going to change, Gabs... terrible things." Gabby shook her head, but Dalila went own: "Just make sure you're ready for them..."