Chosen

Chapter 19- What the Fuck, Superman?

A/N: leave some comments! I've been trying to make sad chapters and I'm not sure if anyone is really feeling them, ya know? Criticize my writing as much as you want.

Daniel and I haven't talked in days.

I barely see him anymore. I've tried to convince myself that it's because he's busy, but I know it's a lie.

I can't even assume my position as queen. I try to go to the Throne Room but the guards don't let me in. My rank doesn't compare to their love for Daniel, I guess.

Just because I can't see him, doesn't mean he's not there. Our souls don't allow us to be apart for long. I can sense when he's lurking around, trying to appease our bond. I'm sure he can, as well. And I've been using his shirt as pajamas. His scent is the only thing that lets me sleep at night.

I sigh, staring at the door in front of me. Daniel, I'm doing this for you.

I push open the barrier, hesitantly flickering my eyes down to hers. She gasps, holding a hand over her heart.

"Queen Ava! I deeply apologize for the actions of my brother. I didn't condone them, nor did I know of them. I'll gladly accept any punishment for his behalf." She says, spitting out her words in a fast pace. I take a few moments to go over what she said, struggling to understand it because of how quick she said it.

"I- okay. You're not going to be punished because it was your brother's doing, not yours. And that's not what I'm here for."

Denise Richards stares up at me, curiosity flickering in her bright green eyes. I sigh, and begin to elaborate.

"You'd probably be dead by now if your brother didn't try and stop my coronation." I admit, giving her only some of the truth.

She blinks a few times. She expected a different answer. "Okay... Why exactly?"

"I thought you were trying to steal my soul mate away from me."

"Oh, I was trying to." I glare at her. She simply shrugs her shoulders. Well, at least she's speaking the truth.

"But then I realized how much he loved you, and I couldn't do that to you. Not after..." Her voice trails off. The mood slowly dies down, reflecting the somber expression on her face. Guilt creeps up my throat.

The death of the mate is the most painful thing you could ever experience. It's quite literally the loss of a half of your soul. The worst part about this is that I don't even remember his name, what he looked like, anything. He was just another meal to me, while he was the world to her.

She muffles a sob, pushing her mouth into the sleeve of her shirt in the hopes of not releasing any sound. That may have worked if I wasn't a vampire.

I panic inwardly. This is the second time I've seen someone cry in a week and I still don't know how to respond. With Daniel it was easier but how do I comfort her? I'm the cause of her pain!

"I'm so sorry." I whisper meekly. Each cry that tore out of her throat sliced my heart. This is all my fault.

Tears slide down her porcelain cheeks. I force myself to look away once my eyes begin to burn.