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    Dagian: The Story of Belle
    Dagian: The Story of Belle
    Dagian: The Story of Belle
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    Dagian: The Story of Belle

    By B T Coll

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    Belle Dagian belongs to a very unusual family. The Dagians are the only vampire family left in the world. At the family’s annual Halloween celebrations, Belle encounters someone that makes her question her family's values and on doing so she discovers family secrets that threaten to tear her family apart and leaves her with some very life changing decisions.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherB T Coll
    Release dateJan 18, 2015
    ISBN9781310004469
    Dagian: The Story of Belle

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      Dagian - B T Coll

      DAGIAN

      The Story of Belle

      B T Coll

      Authors Note

      Dagian: is a work of fiction. Names and characters are entirely fictitious.

      Copyright © B T Coll 2017

      Smashwords Edition

      All Rights Reserved

      Chapter One

      Halloween is the single most important night of the year for my family, who at the moment are scattered throughout the British Isles. However, on this night, we all come together for the biggest party of the year. The Dagian Family, have celebrated this night for as far back as I remember and it has become not only a tradition but a necessity, ever since my father introduced new rules and regulations before I was born, which affects our very existence.

      His new rules were not greeted favourably by many of my relatives, my mother had told me when I was old enough to know who and what I am. They thought him too conservative but as my father is the Supreme Monarch of the family, everyone obeyed him without question, while secretly seething but not daring to question his reasons. I did hear rumours of a few of my ancestors, who being extremely disgruntled with my father, had challenged his authority but as the story goes, their lives were quickly and quietly extinguished and from that day onward my father was never challenged again.

      My father, Ezra, became Supreme Monarch after the untimely death of his father, Uriah Dagian, my grandfather, before I was born. How my grandfather died was never discussed and I often wondered what exactly happened to him. Now and again I would question my mother about his death but she would only tell me not to concern myself with such things. Nevertheless, it intrigued me and I was determined to find out the truth behind his death one day, as I had heard so many rumours over the years. For now, I have a party to prepare for and try very hard to hide my excitement, as any display of emotion, is frowned upon by my very unorthodox family.

      Halloween is a yearly celebration observed on 31st October throughout the world. It used to be just our family who celebrated this night but now the ‘ordinary humans’ celebrate it too, to our dismay. It has turned from a very important tradition for ‘us’ to one of trick-or-treating, costume parties, bonfires and apple bobbing, to name just a few.

      We are always dismayed when we hear of it being a night for witches, as we have yet to discover if a true witch actually exists. Over the years my relatives have encountered many ‘witches’, only to discover that they were just misguided individuals, who thought that they were more than human. We, the Dagian Family, are more than human and yet no-one believes that we exist, but we do. Perhaps it’s because we hide away and do not mix with human but there is a good reason for that, as we as a family have a secret to maintain.

      I looked at the large grandfather clock in the hallway and could feel my excitement begin to bubble to the forefront again. I wondered if my two sisters felt the same or where their emotions more controlled? I chastised myself for thinking such things, as I know that what I am feeling cannot possibly be a human emotion, as I am not totally human.

      Halloween is said to be of Christian origin but ‘we’ have celebrated this night, ever since the beginning of our creation. By the end of the 12th century, it had become a holy day of obligation across Europe and Christian families on that night, prayed beside the graves of their departed loved ones. As the centuries passed, people began to celebrate this night by decorating their homes and hosting parties, while dressing in all manner of costumes from ghosts, ghouls, witches to whichever character was popular on their television screens at the time. Myself, along with my two sisters, would sneak out of the house and wander the streets of our town on Halloween. We would laugh at the carryings on of the children visiting the houses dressed as Batman, Spiderman, witches, fairies and even princesses.

      The houses in the town of Westbank, would be decorated with macabre symbols such as witches, skeletons, headstones and cobwebs and on seeing this, we begged our father to decorate our home in such a manner, when it was time for our annual celebrations. My father had insisted that this frivolity was nothing to do with us and would scold us for going into town in the first place. He would always tell us that it wasn’t safe and would forbid us from visiting the town but every year we made our annual visit and every year our father would scold us.

      Our mother had always been more progressive in her thinking and had given us her blessing, a few years ago, to decorate our home in anyway that we wished. From then on, our home was decorated for our own annual Halloween party, which always took place after our own ‘special’ celebrations.

      Halloween is party time for us and we, like those in the rest of the world, celebrate this great night and now dress up in an array of weird and wonderful costumes ourselves. Our ballroom is decorated with traditional symbols such as witches, skeletons and cobwebs. It took us hours to decorate the huge ballroom but now standing back and looking at our handiwork, myself and my two sisters were very pleased with our creation.

      Tonight, is going to be magnificent. Isla, my younger sister said, as she twirled around the dance floor. Calm down girl. You have to conserve your energy for tonight. Eva my elder sister shouted, as Isla whizzed past her. Honestly that girl has no decorum whatsoever. Eva told me shaking her head. Isla was such a funny little thing. Small, with a doll like face and long red hair in pigtails, she brought sunshine to my rather dull life. Eva, on the other hand was very tall and slightly overweight in comparison to her height weight ratio but no-one would ever tell her this to her face. She, like myself, had long black hair and she like myself, should have been married off years ago. I often heard mother and father discussing this matter and mother was adamant that Eva, as the eldest, should be married first. This pleased me, as I had no intention of ever getting married. An arranged marriage frightened me no end, as the fact that I would have no say in whomever I was to marry, filled me with dread. With no suitors on the horizon, as far as I knew, we at the moment were safe to enjoy our party.

      As we lived far outside the town of Westbank, we were too secluded for the children of the town to visit us on Halloween. There were no children knocking on our door trick-or-treating and I was glad of that because who knew what kind of trouble they would be in if they did.

      Have you decided what costume you’re wearing this year? Eva asked me and I nodded. I’m going as a beautiful witch. Not one of the ugly ones but the most beautiful witch in the whole world. I told her. A witch is ugly or it’s not a real witch. Eva replied with a scoff. Well I’m going as a beautiful witch and I will hear no more about it. I replied, storming out of the room. Hey Belle. Will we be dunking for apples? Isla shouted, as she ran after me. Of course, we will. It wouldn’t be Halloween if we didn’t. I replied and she smiled sweetly before rushing over to tell Eva what I had told her.

      Walking along the corridor I bumped into my cousin Abram, who was pulling a trolley filled with pumpkins. Sorry. I told him, steadying myself again. You wouldn’t like to help me, would you? I have all these pumpkins to carve. he asked me. I shook my head. Sorry I’m busy but Eva and Isla are in the ballroom and I’m sure they’ll help you, if you ask them nicely. I told him. Well they better had or I’ll knock seven bells out of them. he said angrily and I tutted. I said ask them nicely Abram. Do you know how to be nice? I replied, shaking my head. I will try nicely but I swear if they say no, I’ll knock them both into next week. he told me and I had to bite my lip to stifle my laughter. Truth be known, it was more than likely that he would be the one being thumped by my sisters.

      Abram, even with all of his bravado, was really what people would call a wimp. He was so skinny and frail that I sometimes

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