Chosen

Chapter 7- Passion is the Way to Go

Another guard attacks me from behind, falling on top of my body. He pushes my arms over my head and holds me down, keeping me from choking him to death. The other one joins him, sitting on top of my legs so I won't get any ideas.

I struggle under their grip, but fail.

I scoff, looking at these teaming amateurs. Had to join forces to keep me down. Whatever, it's only temporary.

I lift the back of my head up, attacking the one closest to me by head bumping him. He holds onto his forehead as a reflex, no longer situating me on the floor. I twist my body so that he falls off, and grab the other guy as best as I can with a handcuff on.

I push his skull down to my knee, listening in triumph as a crack comes from his nose.

Sadly, my dear mate has to ruin the fun.

"Enough!" He roars, strolling in, red with anger. His eyes are a dangerous blue color, making him look way more attractive than usual. How sexy he looks right now shouldn't even be possible. Especially the way he's walking towards me, resembling a man ready to discipline. Maybe I should be scared, but truthfully, I'm not. It'll make whatever my punishment is more entertaining.

"My prince." The guards say in unison.

He passes right by them, not acknowledging them in the slightest.

When he reaches me, he gently lifts me up and stares at me in the eyes. I could physically feel our bond pulsing between us, threatening to pull us closer.

Instead of yelling, or punishing, or even kicking me out, he does the unexpected.

He kisses me.

I forget about my surroundings, just focusing on one thing. His lips; his pink, plush lips that are sending me straight to Cloud 9. I close my eyes in bliss.

I pull him towards me so he's closer. My hands find his way into his hair, playing with the strands as if this were natural. He licks my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I oblige, letting him inside. I almost moan at the intensity of this first kiss, though it feels like we've done this a million times before.

Accidentally, he bites my tongue, but it wasn't a turn off or anything negative. In fact, that ignited something in me. A fire so bright, it'll never be put out.

My back hits the wall, and I take that oppertunity to wrap my legs around his waist. I feel him walk somewhere, but I'm too focused to do anything else.

The sparks continuously shock me as our lips touch, fitting as if they're made for each other. I can't shake the feeling of need and want off, and I know what it's for. It's for him, it's all for him. I want Daniel Cage, badly.

Instead of a wall this time, it's a bed, and I wonder how extreme this will actually be.

I try to seperate my arms, but got an annoying reminder that I have handcuffs on.

Daniel takes off the handcuffs somehow, but I don't pay too much attention to it.

Electricity fills my veins, and I push onto him more urgently than before. How we've managed to do this for so long without stopping to breathe is beyond me.

All of the sudden, his lips detach themselves from mine. I open my eyes, ready to glare, but realize one thing. I'm handcuffed to the bed post.

I try to yank out of them, but it's no use. Vampire proof, I'm guessing. People are becoming smarter and smarter these days.

"This is for your own good." He states, looking away from me in shame. More guards walk in the room, as if I didn't have enough of them already. Their reason for being her is clear: they're here to take me in.

I don't dare move my gaze towards him. The truth set in already, and it fucking hurts.

The kiss was only a distraction. Our first kiss didn't mean shit, only means to an end. I could've sworn it was only yesterday when he declared that he'll always stand by me.

I bite my lip, supressing the sob that was soon to escape. I have to show him that I don't care. If I do, he'll use that as a weakness, like he just did. I can't trust anyone.

"Go to hell." I spit out. He remains unfazed.

"I. Hate. You." I mutter, repeating it a few more times. He used me, he used me. He used my feelings and passion in order to decieve me, that dick!

He shakes his head.

"I'm ashamed of you, do you know how many people you killed? And you stored them in the kitchen cellar, really?"

That caught me by surprise, is that the reason he did this?

"Are you serious? That wasn't me." I grit out.

"Denial." He mumbles.

"That wasn't me!" I scream. Damn him for not believing me. Not once have I said no when they accused me of killing the humans. Not once. Everything that comes out of my mouth is honest, yet no one seems to believe me? Not even my own soul mate? I hate everyone here, everyone. Betraying assholes, do they even have proof?

He walks away, standing under the door frame. He stops and looks back at me, his shameful expression gone. One of sorrow replaces it. It catches me off guard for a moment. Why does he look so sad? Isn't this what he wants?

The door closes with him on the other side. I hear his footsteps walk away, along with all hope of him believing in me.

Fuck, I don't need him anyway.

I focus all of my anger onto the chains that are keeping me here. Maybe if I use enough strength, I'll be free.

I think of the kiss and how it was just a decoy, how Daniel betrayed me, how everyone betrayed me. I think of their lack of proof and how Daniel's shortage of trust in me. Anger bubbles in my veins. Anger at my soul mate, anger at those guards and the vampire who got me lost for three hours, anger at every living soul. I close my eyes and pull.

A satisfying snapping noise comes from behind me.

I'm out of here.