34 First Encounter (1/2)

”Wake up,” the voice whispered, brushing her hair behind her ears.

Regan opened her eyes, her mind shutting back on, and her hands stung in pain.

She looked down at her hands, wrapped in bandages and a blanket wrapped around her. Then she felt him behind her, arms wrapped around her providing her with a strong sense of security and his voice so velvety and deep she shivered.

”Vixen,” she muttered, recognizing his face. What had she done? Was crying like a sad puppy not enough? Did she have to be so attention seeking? What was she a baby? She had gone too far. She had overstepped her boundaries. Now the son of the cage which trapped her hugged her and yet she had snuggled up like a bird in a nest, ”I- I'm sorry.”

She looked down avoiding Vixen's gaze. She was pathetic. A useless excuse for a human being, accepting comfort like she was starving, seeking for ways to ease the pain she deserved. She didn't deserve comfort, she deserved death. And as soon as she got out of here, she would grant it to herself.

”Hey,” Vixen muttered.

Regan shivered, this was her end huh? She held on so long just so she would be dumped in the grave she had dug. ”Yes?”

”Look at me,” Vixen asked, his words brief but heavy, the emotions in them buried in the depth and layers in his voice.

Regan regained her courage and slowly looked behind her to find Vixen looking down at her. His sharp eyes staring deep into hers, demanding attention.

”I didn't give you comfort in order to get a disheveled ball of emotions,” Vixen muttered leaning in closer to Regan's face, ”I know you aren't like that.”

Regan looked at Vixen resisting the urge to shudder again. Such cold eyes, she thought to herself. The harshness and danger emitting from his violet eyes sent shivers down her spine.

”Doesn't matter,” Regan sighed, ”I was the one who asked for comfort.”

”So?” Vixen chuckled, ”I was the giver in the end right? It would mean nothing if I had simply ignored you. I chose to embrace you.”

Regan sighed. She was such a-

”Shush,” Vixen whispered into her ears covering her mouth with his hand, ”no more complaining about useless actions, it's lunchtime.”