Chosen

Chapter 22- The Truth

A/N: I just dropped all of my food. A moment of silence for all of the food that could be in my stomach right now. 

I sigh exasperatedly. I swear, he gets a kick off leaving me in the dark. I just want the answer to one question.

"You want to know the truth so badly? Well come here, I'll give them to you." He says roughly.

Without another word, Daniel grabs me by the hand and pulls me away from his siblings.

I yank my hand out of his grip, uncomfortable with all the tingles traveling through my body.

He looks back and glares at me, but continues to walk to an unknown location.

I walk silently behind my fuming mate, which I'm almost 100% sure is about to become a walking steam machine.

He leads me to an outdoor garden, once which I have never seen before. I've never been much of a flowers girl, but I'd be lying if I say they weren't gorgeous. The colors splash against eachother, creating a lovely rainbow. They all look exotic, as if the servants travelled the globe just to obtain these. Everything here is most likely from a different side of the world, which just adds to the beauty.

I stop to admire them a little while longer, but Daniel apparently can't waste time.

"Hurry up." He mutters, looking over his shoulder. He speeds up his stride, putting a lot more distance between us. I sigh, drinking in the sight for a few more seconds. I then run to keep up with his pace, trying not to lose him.

Soon, we enter a cemetery. I stare at the millions of gravestones that seem to stretch for miles. All of them aren't like the ones you'd see in a regular cemetery. These gravestones are all different sizes and different shapes, and I begin to wonder how important all of these people are.

"What are we-"

He shushes me.

"Don't tell me to-"

He shushes me again.

"Dude seriously-"

"Shhh."

I fold my hands over my chest. Dick.

He leads me to a grave, surrounded my freshly planted flowers. The casket is outside and closed, releasing the scent of a decaying body.

He places me down and points at the headstone.

"Jared Vera, 1189-2015." Daniel reads aloud, his voice filled with anger. Did he know Jared?

He turns to me. "This guy was chosen too. Since he's gone, his position as a defender was passed down to you." Defender? Okay, wait up. Who the hell am I defending, why is this guy dead, and the question I've been asking for an eternity: What does being chosen mean?

I open my mouth to ask about everything, but he begins first.

"Have you heard about the legends of a vampire goddess?" I nod my head slowly, confused to what this has to do with anything.

"Yeah, supposedly, she's the forgotten sister of Hades, the god of the Underworld. But what does-"

He cuts me off.

"Well, she's real. She chooses three vampires to help the humans in time of crisis. They've stopped terrorist attacks, mass kidnappings, missile launches. It's kind of ironic we're saving them, considering they believe we're creatures of evil." He laughs harshly.