Chosen

Chapter 13- The Power of Pain

A/N: Simon Richards at the side/top!

My fangs poke my bottom lip, anxious for a meal. An image of his death comes to mind, and I savor it. Whoever thinks they can protest about me being the queen because my mate is 'supposed' to have someone else, deserves to wither in pain. Everyday of their pitiful life. Once I'm done with him, he'll beg me for mercy. Not if I cut off his tongue though. Oh, maybe I should start off with that.

I begin to sprint towards him using my vampire speed, but someone throws me over their back halfway. Judging by the tingles I'm getting, it's Daniel.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, asshole? Let me go!" I hiss, attempting to kick his stomach. Right before I do, he grabs my legs and holds me in his arm.

He turns me upright so it looks like I'm straddling him, carrying me behind the stage to talk to me. His chest heaves up and down in anger as he breathes erratically. His eyebrows knit together as he ponders, seemingly frustrated.

"We can't kill Simon now, he's next in line for Chancellor." He explains, responding to my glares of irritation I've been sending him. Oh, so his name is Simon.

"If we kill him, the position will land on his sister! All is solved, let's rip his heart out." I declare, thumping my fist on his back.

Daniel sets me down once we're away from the crowd's prying eyes. He gives me a dry look.

"Do you really think it's that easy?"

"It should be!"

I bet we have to sign documents explaining why and how we're going to kill him. Or maybe a letter of recommendation for the Chancellor's daughter?

I groan out loud. "But-"

Daniel tackles me from the side, pushing me onto the floor. He lands on top of me and covers my body, protecting me from whatever danger.

Two pair of feet come into view, moving closer to us.

I roll us over so I'm on top and crouch defensively, glaring at the stake in Simon's hand.

He smiles at me creepily, watching me with wild eyes. There's something definitely wrong with him.

"I'll take your life away from you, the same way you did with Denise."

Clearly Denise is still alive? What does he even mean?

In a blur he's in front of my face, holding the stake above his head, ready to shove into my heart.

I twist around and kick my leg out, sweeping him out from under his feet. He collapses on the floor next to me, still grasping the stake with his dear life.

Daniel moves from under me, attempting to get up and defend me. I hiss at him, a warning for him to stay back and not get involved.

I pounce on him, wrestling him for the wood in his hand. I step on his left arm with my heel, which penetrates through his skin easily. He cries out in pain, waving his other arm wildly in an attempt to protect the weapon.

"Drop it, you psycho."

He bites the closest patch of skin, sinking his fangs into my ankle. The needles probe my skin, slurping up the metallic liquid.