In My Eyes (Watty Awards 2012)

In My Eyes- Chapter Eleven

11. My Mate the Pixie

I may have gone into shock.

Emilee was my mate. Emilee was my mate. How was that even possible? What god decided that she would make the perfect queen for Astria, the vampire kingdom? Yesterday she told me that the only thing she ever looked after- a goldfish named Larry- had died after two days! Are we all going to die after two days when she becomes queen?

I shouldn’t be thinking like this about my mate. She is my other half and she was chosen for me for a reason. I just have to accept that and trust that she will be a good ruler.

Shaking my head to stop myself from thinking too much into it, I decided to start the conversation up again. Emilee was human, after all, so she didn’t know about any of this. I would have to court her.

“You know, if you hate wearing heels so much you could just take them off. No one will notice since your dress covers your feet,” I pointed out randomly.

“But I like being as tall as you!” she whined in reply.

I examined our height difference, which was still a few inches. “Sorry, Milee, but you aren’t even the same height as me with heels on.”

She pouted at me before taking off her shoes. The difference in height widened and I had to hunch slightly. I couldn’t help but stare at her pouting lips that looked so pink and inviting…

“Ugh, my feet ache,” Emilee whined, stopping me from leaning in and kissing her. If I did I would claim her as mine. I started laughing at her facial expression, which was scrunched up in pain.

Man, I’m a bad mate. Shouldn’t I be rubbing her feet or something?

“STOP LAUGHING AT MY EXPENSE!” she shouted suddenly. I immediately stopped, feeling guilty about hurting my mate.

“Sorry.” A surprised expression crossed her face, like she expected me to make a mean comment. I must admit that I usually would… But she was my mate. I didn’t like seeing her sad.

God, I’m turning into a lovesick sob and it’s only been a couple of minutes! See what I was worried about this whole time? I’m going to loose myself and just focus on her- forever! This is not good. I’m never going to have a life again.

Goodbye bachelorhood, goodbye whores- hello marriage!

I think I’m going to die.

Billy is going to tease me into oblivion. It’s like I can already hear his irritating voice saying ‘I told you so’ over and over again. Not to mention Ellen and Edith. They’re going to be so smug when they find out that they were right all along.

Maybe I can just not tell them…?

No. I have to. They’ll give me even more shit if I don’t.

“I’m afraid that the end of the ball is near, my dears. Please, prepare yourselves for the last dance,” the principal announced, her voice echoing around the hall. I winced when the song came on. It was the one Dana, Emilee and I made for Music. Dana’s voice echoed around the room, screeching about love and sadness and broken hearts and some other crap. I fought back another round of laughter.

Looking over at Emilee, I couldn’t help but grin when I saw that she was in the same predicament as me. It was nice to know that we had a similar sense of humor, though hers was a bit more flamboyant than mine.

“May I have this dance?” I asked her, my voice a bit strained because of how much I wanted to laugh.

“Of course,” she accepted immediately and I had to fight back a goofy grin. I pulled her into my arms, relishing in the feeling of having her against me as we swayed to the awful song. My whipped fairytale ended, though, when Emilee stomped on my foot by accident.