Chosen

Chapter 17- Almost Killed the Baby's Daddy

A/N: forever sad that Colton is gay

I sigh, leaning against the door. The feeling of Daniel's lips is still present, like a ghost. It has been almost twenty minutes and it's as if we were still kissing. No matter how angry I am at him, I'd kill for another moment like that.

And I'd kill for fun too, but that's besides the point.

I'm disappointed to say that that wasn't the major issue I have. If it was, things would've been solved much faster.

It has to do with the whole, ayy mate, I'll kill ye with me lucky stake. I don' wanna, but I don' have control mate.

Sucks, I know. I'd rather deal with Simon than this, that annoying maniac.

But, I'd rather not die, especially not with a so little number of lives I've taken on my hands. Oh, and Daniel, I suppose he's signifigant too.

Having eachother at knife-or stake, really- point with the inability to stop it nearly scared the shit out of me, literally! I don't want to die, a few more centuries and maybe I'll change my mind. The only way I'd even think of death is if my ego deflates to the size of Justin Beiber's balls. Oh god, I hope that never happens.

Currently, Daniel is walking besides me to the old King and Queen's, also known as his parents, chamber. It's a bit awkward for him it seems, most likely because of the scene we just had. However, I'm struggling to keep the smirk off my face. His face when I walked out of him, it was brilliant. I wasn't even expecting an expression, since we stopped because of him, but I was delighted with one anyway.

I'm dying to see another.

Maybe later, I don't think his parents would want to see their son and mate in a passionate lip-lock.

Before we even reach the door, we're pulled inside by an ecstatic mother-in-law. We're not exactly married, but we don't really need to be, I suppose. We were literally made for eachother, and that's the only label we need.

I fall onto the bed, startled. I think I tripped over my own feet, but I can't really tell. It could've been Daniel's, for all I know.

"Well then, hello." I mutter, brushing the dirt off of my skin-tight jeans. Judging by the speed we were moving at, I'm pretty sure we've created a sandstorm.

The ex-queen seems enthusiastic about Daniel and I being mates, even though the last time we met was in a court where I was on the verge of being punished for my actions. The actions I have yet to regret. It's not my fault human's are so damn tasty, especially the fat ones. Their blood is sweeter than average; the main reason I moved to America from Britain.

The father is a whole other story. He's glaring at me like I stole his fangs, and I'm pretty sure I didn't.

He's the one that holds grudges in the relationship, it seems.

I wave weakly.

"How you doing, Ol' king?" I ask nonchalantly. He hisses at me, clearly not liking my greeting. Or me in general, really.

I let my hand drop and turn to the side, looking towards the queen. She's chattering on about how she thinks Daniel and I look, and I quote, "Totes adorbs and are so going to become my OTP!" I cringe during the whole sentence; I'll never understand human slang.

His cheeks are tainted with a faint pink. He's blushing, the damn king of all vampires in the United States is actually blushing. And honestly, it looks good on him. Maybe we should visit his mom more often.

"Mom, we have a serious problem on our hands." He states, all color vanishing from his face. Even from behind him, I can see his lips planted in a firm line.