Last Snow - Chapter 2: The Forever Man
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Last Snow Chapter 2: The Forever Man
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“You brought her here?! Of all places?!”
“Key-”
“Don’t Key me! What the hell were you thinking? Just because something doesn’t turn out the way you want
it to, doesn’t mean you can go off pulling stunts like this!”
“So you’re telling me you’re fine with this situation?!”
“I’m just as badly affected by this as you are Kim Jonghyun! Don’t think for a second I‘m not as scared or
worried as the rest of you are. The only difference is that I for one am not pulling off ridiculous stunts like
this!”
“Exactly what was your plan if I hadn’t gone off to fetch that that…that thing, huh?!” Jonghyun fumed.
Key huffed in frustration. “Well I definitely would not have kidnapped the daughter of one of the Council’s
Head Hunters! Are you crazy?!”
“And why not?!”
“Because-”
“Hyungs, she’s awake.” A deep voice murmured. It sounded distinctly like Minho’s.
I wanted to go back to sleep. I wanted to forget about the predicament that I had somehow gotten myself into, but the lights were beginning to hurt my eyes, even behind my eyelids, and they fluttered open on their
own accord.
I didn’t get a good glimpse of the vampires that had attacked me in the forest, but under the bright lights I
easily recognized Jonhyun, thanks to the blonde hair, and with some difficulty managed to match Onew’s
and Minho’s names with their faces. I guess that makes the vampire drilling holes into me Kibum huh?
It only took me only a second to finally realize that I was now surrounded by four vampires. Four dangerous
vampires.
What have I gotten myself into?!
“Why did you bring me here?” I asked, proud that my voice hadn’t quivered.
Kibum rolled his eyes, turning his glare on Jonghyun. “This is your mess. Fix it!”
“Key!” Jonghyun pleaded.
“Fix it, before I fix you!”
I shivered at the viciousness behind his voice.
“Not that I mind-” I began.
“Shut it!” Jonghyun snarled. “You’ve caused us enough trouble as it is.” He snapped.
I felt my blood boil as I stared at him incredulously. My fault?! How was any of this my fault?!
“I’m not the one who kidnapped a helpless little girl!”
“Little girl my ass.” Jonghyun shot back.
“You fucking bastard!”
Jonhyun’s eyes glowed red. “You little-”
Me and my stupid mouth.
“Leave it.” Onew spoke. It was the first thing he’d said since I had regained consciousness. “You can’t blame
her for this you guys.” He reprimanded.
We all turned to him in surprise, me in particular. I felt a rush of immediate gratitude towards him for the
rescue. Any ounce of kindness was gladly welcomed on my part.
“Who do you propose we blame instead?!” Jonghyun growled.
“How about you seeing as this was your fucking idea?!” Key screamed.
“Done.” Minho smirked.
“UNDONE!” Jonghyun bellowed.
Onew pinched the bridge of his nose with two delicate fingers. “Jonghyun,” He groaned.
“Please! And Kibum,” He continued. “none of us want her here anymore than you do.”
I’m taking back that gratitude.
“This will never work!” Kibum hissed. “Do you honestly think-”
“HYUNG!” A younger voice interrupted.
The kitchen doors burst open and a young boy with vibrant red hair skidded inside.
“She’s asking for you.” He panted, staring straight at Onew.
Onew’s face softened and a pained look flashed across his face.
Wait, she? Who was she?
“Is she ok?” Jonghyun asked hurriedly.
“Barely.” The new person whispered.
They all stiffened and the tension in the room was unimaginable.
Onew nodded in understanding and took a deep breath, straightening his clothes. “Thanks.” He made to
leave before Key grabbed his arm and shoved a bowl of soup into his arms.
“She won’t eat, Key.”
“Hold her down if you have to.” He said. “Just make sure she does.”
Onew stilled before nodding again and taking off.
“Wait!” I called out just as he passed through the doors. “Who’s she?” I asked.
The tension somehow managed to triple. “I’ll take care of her.” Minho finally said. He stalked towards me, still
trapped in my chair, and I felt the strongest urge to take off as far away from him as possible.
“Who is she?!” I asked again, louder. Minho lowered himself till we were at eye level, staring at me with cold
hard eyes.
That was the last thing I saw before I blacked out.
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They locked me up in a dark room, fully equipped with a mattress, a thin blanket, and a tiny bathroom concealed in the corner. The only light I had was the smallest comfort of the yellow florescence that spilled
into the room from underneath the door.
I don’t know how many days I stayed locked up, but it was long enough in my opinion.
They would each come in every now with a tray of food, which I promptly deemed as leftovers from their own meals. And yet, it was some of the best food I’d ever had.
Off to the side of the room there was even a small dingy bathroom, but there was barely any light to help move around and the space was small.
In the beginning of my imprisonment it was Onew and Jonghyun that brought me my trays, with the occasional appearances from Minho. They never said a word to me, ignoring my questions, choosing to stare at the blank walls till I was done and then they would leave.
It was like a burden for them to be there, watching over me. I guess it was. Eventually I learned that talking
would be of no help and decided to keep my mouth shut.
At least I was pretty comfortable and they weren’t demanding answers or trying to rape me.
Now it seemed as though the red head that had burst into the kitchen the first day of my arrival seemed to be responsible for bringing my trays. But like them, he never said a word.
I guess that would have been how I spent the rest of my days, but when he came into my room, eyes red,
not from hunger, but as evidence he had been crying, I felt my resolve break. He looked so human. So
innocent.
But he killed a village of innocent people himself. Surely he couldn’t be that much of an angel.
He brought forth my tray, setting it before me and taking his usual seat against the door. He pulled out a thin blade from his pocket and a rag, cleaning the metal till it shined even in the lightless room.
I stared at my meal thoughtfully amidst the glow of the candle on the tray. It was a bowl of fluffy white rice, spicy sauce, cabbage, and bullgogi. It was delicious. I ate slowly, my eyes flickering up at the red head between bites.
“Is she alright.” I asked, breaking the silence.
He paused his polishing before resuming his work, but this time, his eyes were on me the entire time. When I was finished I handed him the tray out of politeness and watched him take it. Right before he closed door he paused.
“She’s dying.” He said in a soft whisper.
The sharp click indicated the door was closed and probably heavily locked.
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The next day was the same routine, with what I guess were morning trays and lunch trays courtesy of a quiet
Minho. But like the day before the dinner tray was brought by the red head. We settled into comfortable
silence as I ate and he polished, this time a gun.
“Are you guys going to kill me?” I blurted out.
I was met with silence.
“No.” He said after a few moments had passed.
I finished my tray, giving it to him once again. Just before the door clicked shut I whispered a small, “Thanks.”
I wasn’t sure if he heard me.
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The next time I woke up, there was a book lying by the door. I jumped at the chance of having something to
entertain myself.
I angled the book so the light under the door was splayed across the cover.
I opened the book to the first page, making out, in elegant red writing,
“You’re welcome.”
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I didn’t see the red head over the next few days, or at least what I thought was days in any case, but every
time there would be a new book in place of the one I had finished the day before, sitting by the door.
I think it was almost four days before he came again with a tray.
“You’ve been gone a while.” I said quietly.
“I’ve been...busy.” He said after a pause.
“Thank you for the books.”
He said nothing, but right before he left he handed me a small flashlight.
My heart caught in my throat at the small luxury.
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Reading was much easier after that, and the redhead, whose name I found out to be Taemin, visited daily, with a tray of food, and continued to secretly slip novels under my door.
The latest one I had was called, The Forever Man. It had a powder blue cover with small print and silver
lining. I fell in love with it instantly.
The story was simple, a man that couldn't die, no matter how hard he tried. He walked to the end of the Earth, with only hopes of death, but then he fell hopelessly in love. Unable to leave her behind, he lived on, alongside the object of his affections, until one day he noticed her aging skin, her colorless hair, and her dying eyes. And he knew, that he could no longer be with her. So he killed her. That was the last I read of the novel. I couldn't bring myself to read more after the murder of his beloved.
I heard a noise in the hallway outside, causing me to jump and disturb my book, and my flashlight to roll far away on the wood floor.
I was so used to the silence, even the smallest of noises would cause me to jump. In my hunt for my flashlight I didn’t notice the glossy photo that slipped out from the pages of my book until I stepped on the smooth surface. I aimed my newly found flashlight at the picture, the light reflecting of the whiteness of the back of the photo. I bent down and grasped the photo, flipping it to see the image.
The photo was of a very pretty girl with flawless pale skin, black hair with a tint of chocolate brown mixed in,
and dark brown eyes.
She was breathtaking.
I was instantly jealous of how gorgeous she was. Especially since it was taken of her having just woken up.
She was lazily rubbing her right eye, blankets bunched around her waist. She looked docile and tantalizing.
It was in this moment that I realized that this was she.
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(Chapter 3)