Dead Mate || K.TH

A Proposal

Y/n has been staring up at the ceiling for almost an hour now. It takes one hour for the daze to lift after she has stirred awake and her brain slowly registers the fact that she is in an unknown room.

Her body feels paralyzed, beyond the use of anything. She doesn't remember the last thing that happened. And she can't seem to figure out why her body feels so shattered and numb.

The room is bright, a lot lighter than the one she has in the vampire house. And it is not just because of the sun which seems to be shining through the curtains. It is also in the cream color of the walls, it is in the delicate dresser and the single couch placed in the corner of the room. It is in the softness of the mattress.

For the past few months, she doesn't remember the last time she has felt the warmth of the sun in her skin. The vampires never open the curtains of their house. The walls were dark in color, the furniture were like old antique treasures. And the mattress was hard.

She liked the hard mattress. Having spent most years of her life surviving in the forest, Y/n has gotten used to sleeping on the ground. She liked how it leveled her breathing, especially after waking up from horrific nightmares.

A deep exhale escapes from her chapped lips, and she wills herself to move. It takes a lot of time for her to lift her head and she slowly untangles herself from the fluffy clouds of the mattress. Her body is shaking when she sits up and she balances herself on her trembling palms. Her head spins the whole of the room and she closes them shut to stop the unpleasant feeling as her stomach turns upside down.

The morning sickness is fresh in her tongue and she tries to gulp it down by taking deep breaths. Her body would have something to throw up if she actually had any content in her stomach. She has no idea how long she's been out for.

Now that she's sitting up, she has a clearer view of the room. Looking around with white dotting her vision she confirms one thing. She is no longer in the vampire house.

There is a light knock on the door and it shouldn't alert her as much, but it does. She flinches in her place and snaps her head towards the door as it creaks open.

A view of a man greets her before her vision is overwhelmed by blonde hair and pale, healthy skin. The man walks inside the room and closes the door behind him. His icy blue gaze lifts towards the bed and his actions cease as his gaze lands on her figure.

"I see you're awake." His voice is soft when he speaks, laced with an unbothered tune like it's an everyday task for him.

Y/n can't help but stare, her senses alert. She tries her hardest to stop the shake in her stubborn limbs and her eyes dart around the room for an entirely different reason now. Things can get dangerous out of nowhere and hiding from it is the only effort she can make right now.

The blonde man seems to notice her quivering gaze and anxiety-ridden body language because, in the next moment, a chuckle leaves his pink lips as he takes more steps inside the room. Y/n sits up straighter when he opens his mouth to speak again. "No need to be so wary, sweetheart. I'm just here to check your vitals before I escort you to Arzhel."

Y/n instantly perks up at the familiar name. She remembers Arzhel. The fox hybrid. And that's all it takes before everything comes tumbling back to her.

She remembers the gathering, the daze, and then the man with beautiful tan skin and handsome features. She remembers her breakdown and the way she had reached out for the knife without any second thought. And she would have killed herself if it was not for the man with fox-shaped, golden flakes eyes.

"You were out for three days." She comes back from her train of memories when the blonde man informs, looking down at the thin clipboard in his hands. "You must have been quite tired. But you need not worry anymore. You're safe here."