Third person's POV,
He was walking back down the stairs after taking a bath when he heard the sound of someone coughing harshly, and that made him whisked down the stairs in the blink of an eye.
He didn't know what was going on but he knew he couldn't let her choke to death, that's not how she's supposed to die, he thought to himself as he whisked into the kitchen.
When he entered the kitchen and saw that she was sprawled on the floor, but was no longer coughing, he dashed towards her, but he saw that her eyes were beginning to close slowly.
"Shit! she's not dead is she?" He yelled before he tried to check if she was still breathing. He placed his index finger under her nose, but she wasn't breathing, so he placed two fingers by the side of her neck to check for a pulse, and found one even though it was so slow, and was barely even there.
He looked up to see a half-eaten steak on the table. The same steak he had just grilled a few minutes ago. he had only grilled it because he thought she might want to eat it, after seeing the one she had discarded last night into the trash can.
He quickly grabbed his phone and dialled Karl's number.
"Hey man what's up," Karl answered from the other end of the phone after the first ring.
"She passed out," Darhl barked into the phone.
"What, did you do to her?" Karl questioned.
"Just get your ass here man," He yelled into the phone before tossing the phone down, and then picking up the passed out Glamour from the floor of the kitchen with ease, and then took her upstairs.
He laid her on the bed and started to wonder how someone could be so naive enough to sign a contract just by playing a ridiculous game that doesn't even exist.
He could still vividly recall the first time he set his eyes on her, he was seated at the bar of the club when she walked in with her friend who went directly to the dance floor and started to dance, leaving her standing at the club's entrance. He watched her curiously, and he knew she was entirely different from every other girl he's seen or met.
His thoughts were confirmed when she came to the bar and asked for a coke, she watched the bartender with hawk-like eyes as he cut the ice, put it in a cup before pouring her coke into it. like who the hell comes to a club and ask for coke only, he thought and a smirk made it way across his face.
As that little detail about her, made him realize that she was the perfect candidate, she's just the right person for the job he thought as he recalled what he was told a couple of days ago.
***days ago***
Darhl laid on his bed looking very pale with a blood bag fixed to his arm. He goes through this every month, and he had been going through this for year's now, after what happened a few years ago. He has been going through this also because he had to avoid a stupid prophecy that he doesn't believe at first, but after what happened years ago he knew the prophecy was true.
Although Darhl have been able to get through it for year's now, he was still not completely accustomed to it yet, and he knew he was probably never going to be.
It's a price he needs to pay for having what others would term as supernatural powers. He had to go through these sufferings every month and it keeps on becoming hard to bear.
This month, Karl had informed him that he would not be able to last another two months if this kept going on.
"You know you can't keep this upright, you're breaking the entire rule of the supernatural, you'll wither away ," Karl told him in a flat voice.
"I already did you know," Darlh replied in a raspy voice.
"Why are you just fucking too stubborn for your own good?" Karl asked clearly sounding annoyed at him.
"Yelling won't change a thing Karl, you should propose what I could do to slow down the process and stop acting like you're my freaking wife, man," Darhl said.
Darhl didn't really care about staying life for long, he just needs to be alive just until he finds her. Darlh would gladly give away his life, because he wants to avert the damned prophecy but he still had to find her; the only person that matters to him before he dies.
"Well, there's something that you could do to slow down the process, but it won't completely stop you from dying, well unless you feed."
"And what is it?"
"A wife."
Darhl's brows knotted together, at what his friend had just said.
"What do you mean by A wife," he asked with a frown on his face.
"This is not on the medical field, but Brent said it could slow down the process of you dying since you've sworn to never feed again. I swear I've never come across a vampire as rudimentary as you Darhl."
"Enough with the lectures, Karl let's try the proposed idea of Brent, and see if that would work." Darhl said, because he was ready to anything just to get enough time to find her before he dies.
"You will feed, though, you won't be able to stop yourself from feeding, you would have to do it someday even if it's not now, and you won't be able to stop yourself when that time comes." His friend who is also his doctor told him before leaving him in the room he was laying in.
The next day after he was told that he was going to die soon unless he gets a wife, his friends proposed he marries one of the girls he's been with, but he discarded the idea just as soon as they had brought it.
So when he saw her at the club that night, he knew she would be the perfect fit for slowing down his death.
Darhl wasn't the type to go ask a girl out, he never had to. They had always been the ones throwing themselves at him, which was why he didn't want to marry anyone from among them, but that was not the only reason. The main reason was that he had to get married to someone to who he felt some form of connection, that was the only way he would be able to slow down his death.
He watched her closely after she had collected her coke, as she stared at the dance floor, he thought of ways he could get her to agree to get married to him in two weeks. And that's when he thought of the idea of playing a game, but he didn't know how he'd get her to play it.
He then called Brent and told him that he should try getting her and her friend to come up to the VIP room in the club. He had explained his plans to Brent before he left to go up.
He went inside the room where he saw Dale and Sarah seated on the sofa. He didn't want them to see his face completely, so he asked Sarah to sit on his lap, and he held her face close to his and made it appear as if they were kissing.
Brent came in after a while and the girl and her friend walked in behind him, and they all sat down.
It was Brent that proposed they play the game, and they all did which was how they had been able to get her to sign the marriage contract that had been drafted out by them.
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This chapter seems a little uhh...
Anyways lemme know what you think in the comment session. P.s I think I'm going to stick to the first persons POV... I think I'm better at that.