Chosen

Chapter 2- My Would-Be Lesbian Lover if I was Gay

A/N: Jennifer at top

"Tell me," Daniel begins, trying to enact small talk, "Why did you kill so many people? How, too?"

I bite my lip, I was waiting for this question.

"Well being 632 years old is how and why? I don't know, it's fun I guess. Maybe a small part of me wanted to help them, since over half of the victims were suicidal. But I highly doubt that." He peers over his shoulder, glancing at me from the driver's seat.

"I have to ask something."

"Shoot."

"Do you accept me as a mate?" He asks. He squirms a little in his chair uncomfortably. How adorable, he's nervous!

"Yes." I answer, no hesitation at all.

He chuckles, and for some reason that simple act makes me feel like there are butterflies in my stomach.

"Why such a quick response?"

"I don't see a reason to say no."

"Even if I'm the vampire prince?" He muses.

"That's not such a big burden. And if anyone tries to get to me because I'm your mate, that gives me more fools to suck dry." I lick my lips; blood seems like a good idea right about now. I haven't had some since yesterday, before I was captured.

"My father, the king, gave me quite an earful when I saved you, you know."

"How surprising." I say sarcastically. You don't just go decide to save a girl who killed so many people and expect to get away with it.

"It's... Amazing how long and many you've killed. And you're just now getting caught."" He shifts in his seat, so I know he's uncomfortable with knowing how many deaths I've caused. What I don't understand is why he keeps bringing it up.

I place my hand on his shoulder, and gently massage it. He tenses under my touch, but soon relaxes.

"Stop thinking about it, it's all in the past. Hey, that's my house!" I screech, pointing at the tiny condo that came into view.

Startled, he spins the wheel and almost slams into our mailbox.

He immediately stops the car.

"Don't do that! What if there was wood in here and stabbed you?" He asks harshly. I roll my eyes; he needs to chill.

I grab his hand and intertwine ours together, seeking to calm him. He looks up, slightly confused, but smiles at me. How much he resembled an angel at that moment is shocking, but at the same time, really sexy. Maybe he's a slutty angel underneath the vampirism. Oh, how amazing that would be.

Dirty thoughts this early in the relationship? Damn Ava, what are you doing with yourself?

I exit out of the car and run to the front step. I then remember something very important.

"Daniel, don't touch the door, unless you have a death wish."

"Are you threatening me?"

I resist the urge to say something he probably wouldn't like.

"No, the door is made out of Peristeria Elata powder, you will die by its hands, not mines."

"Why so formal? Just call it the Holy Orchid." He teases. I childishly stick my tongue out at him and call for my would-be lesbian lover if I was gay.

"Jenn, open the door I don't have my keys!" I yell, hoping she can hear me. My keys just disappeared somewhere during the ambush.

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