Chosen

Chapter 23- Powers Oh La La

A/N: Ava and Daniel meet each other again soon so y'all don't need to panic

I resist every urge to follow him, to drop down on my knees and beg for forgiveness. I want to jump on him, whispering in his ear how much of an idiot I am and how sorry I am. But I can't do that. This mission cannot involve him, even if he wasn't the damn king of vampires. Maybe he won't be upset that I've left him. Maybe he'd recognize my effort to show him how he's changed me for the better and how I'll do anything to have his forgiveness.

What am I saying? That definitely won't happen.

I begin to give my plan a second thought. Leaving him when we are on bad terms would be terrible, but it would hurt the same if I depart when we're on good terms. Even though it would be better to talk to him first, I can't. I can't bear to see his beautiful face twisted in despair: his eyes holding a certain depression in them, his lips firmly placed in a frown. This may be selfish, but I don't care. I know I'd simply die at the sight of it.

But I just need to touch him one more time.

Finding your mate is easy when they hold a piece of your heart.

He stands near the coffin of the previous Chosen one. By the fist-sized holes on them, I can tell he's angry.

I slowly drink in the sight of him, hoping to hold it with me while I'm on whatever missions the vampire goddess sends me on. I'd call her a bitch, but I'm a little grateful for the chance of redemption she gave me. Just a little, so I'll call her an ass.

Without thinking, I run up to him and attach myself to his back, wrapping my arms around his collarbone. I inhale his sweet aroma and sigh mentally. This is what I'll be missing.

He tenses under my touch, but I don't let go. I need this. Right now, I just want to forget all of our problems and stay like this forever. But we don't have forever, even as an immortal beast.

I take a deep breath, and exhale. Inhale, exhale. I continue doing so until I get the balls to say those three words that I can't seem to shake away.

"I love you."

I don't know if he said anything at all, or if he even took a breath because a millisecond afterwards, I flee. Telling him about my feelings would probably hurt him even more when I leave, and the regret hit me like a tow truck.

Grabbing my bags, I hurry on to give my goodbye letter to Jenn and Trissa and inconspicuously slide out of the castle. My heart aches the minute I step out of my home, but I ignore it and continue on. The trees seem to loom around me, as if sensing my grief.

I quickly take a sip of the glass of blood I hid in my bag, throwing it on the floor once it's empty. The cup breaks with a comforting snap, reminding me that my life isn't the only one falling apart.

-

I lie back into the bed, wishing it was the one back at the castle. The V Goddess- creative, I know- met me in a dream, so maybe she'll appear to me there again.

It wasn't easy to fall asleep, but I did eventually.

The room was all black this time. I begin to wonder why it isn't the color of blood, but remember that a ghoul's blood is black.

"Hello?" My voice echoes across the empty room. I wince at the hurt and heartbreak I managed to put in that one word, and clear my throat.

"Show yourself, bitch."

"Must you always use profanity?" She appears in a flash of lightning somehow, and waves her hand.

"Only against those who deserve it." I retort. She puts her hand over her heart and sighs.