Choosing Destiny: The Chosen

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Chapter Fourteen: I Can’t Love You

Inside my room I could hear people fussing and fighting. Zane and Joey brought me some food, and Jade brought me a blood bag with O+. They tried to lift my spirits, but it didn’t work. I was in trouble, and I knew it. There was no escape.

Aron and Selema came by and brought me some music to dance to. They had confined me to my room, but they had removed those awful ropes. I was glad of the distraction. Oliver and Adina brought me a computer to play with, and he gave me some beautiful roses. I cried.

After two hours of sitting in my room Zane and Jade walked in. I had seen the two getting awfully smitten with each other, and from the looks of their linked hands, they were an item. They talked for a while, asking about my family, France, dancing school, and all my interests. They listened and then they had to leave. I was glad for a small trip down memory lane.

I sat in my room, and the only two people that never came to see me was Taylor and Melena. It was probably for the best. I don’t think I could handle a visit from the girl with the ever-sour attitude. I really wanted to hope, however; that Taylor would talk to me. I might could find some comfort in knowing that we had made peace.

I laid down in my bed and started to think of the past. My dad came to mind, and I thought about how strong he would be in this situation. My dad always had an answer to a problem, and he never did anything alone. My mom was there for him just as strongly as he was for her. They had the perfect relationship.

My dad never backed down, especially when it came to his children. He’d probably have his rifle in his hands trying to waste the Elders for locking me up. Not his daughter and not this day. He would kill for Max and me. I was so lucky to have him as my dad.

I missed my parents. My mom’s finesse and my dad’s strength seemed to balance each other out. Max and I may have drove them both crazy, but they would stand up for us if they knew we were right. Why did they have to go away? Why did it have to be them that was killed in that accident?

As I was thinking I was broken out of my reverie by a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I muttered.

“Hey, how are you?” Taylor asked.

“I would be a lot better if I wasn’t going to die,” I said, sadly.

“Hey, don’t be upset. Don’t cry, please don’t cry.”

He wrapped his arms around me, and I felt better being there. I inhaled his scent and laughed. He smelled like the woods and a little bit like some Polo Black. He looked at me confused and I just shook my head at him. We stayed like that for a little while.

“I didn’t know what to bring you, so I just thought my presence would be enough,” he joked.

“It is. Thank you,” I replied.

“I am sorry about saying a part of me hates you. I don’t hate you, I hate what you are. You yourself is an awesome person.”

“I didn’t mean to do it. I drained my own fiancé’s blood. I have to live with their deaths every day that I am alive.”

“Forget it. Destiny, don’t dwell on what you did do. You can’t change the past, all you can do is try to make the future better.”

I laughed. What future?

“Yeah, Taylor, I guess the Elders are going to help with that,” I halfway joked.

“You’ll make it. I don’t know how or why but you will be okay.”

“Glad you have faith in me.”

We heard a pounding on my door. Taylor looked at me panicked.

“Before they take you, I wanted you to know that I love you. I do, and I know it seems kind of sudden. You are sweet, you have just had so much thrown on you. I love you, Destiny.”

Before I could speak the door broke down. I was surrounded by Elders, and I was reaching out towards Taylor. They shoved him away and dragged me to another room. All my friends were watching. I couldn’t look at them. I did know one thing that needed to be done.

I shoved an Elder out of my way as I turned to face Taylor.

“I could never love you, Taylor. I am a vampire and you are some lowly shapeshifter. You would be a snack to me,” I said with so much venom it was almost believable to me.

He looked hurt. That was the last thing I wanted to do. I knew it would be easier on him if he hated me. As they dragged me away, and tied me to a table I felt elated a little. At least he wouldn’t have to suffer from heartache.

What I was about to suffer though, was going to be a thousand times worse.

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