Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

“I must look very stupid to you. A vampire? Really?” She laughed hysterically, standing up from the bed, passing by him, to dramatically pace around the room. “Not a failed scientific experiment, or– even a successful one but a creature right out of a fantasy book?!” Shs clapped in sarcasm before she shot him a glare. “I absolutely believe you.”

Then she stopped and looked right at him, his face was serious and his lips were pressed together tightly.

“Do you even know that those things are not real?”

“Will you say that everything you had gone through tonight isn’t real?”

“Well, that still doesn’t– vampire? That is just ridiculous.” Then her voice dropped low, “they are not real.”

“We are real, Ivy,” he came close to her, slowly so as not to intimidate her, but she took a step back and he stopped immediately, “and not Amryelsa is one of us.”

Elsa.

Ivy blinked, looking around quickly.

She had only heard of them in fantasy books and seen them in movies.

But with everything she had seen tonight, how Elsa had been very unlike herself, the Butler who she still wasn’t sure if he was dead or not, the impossible speed that Jett had used to bring her here and the fact that Chris was still alive.

Her gaze snapped up at him and those brown eyes that usually stilled her to a spot, like as if she had been trapped in a spell, while her heart raced with a feeling she could not explain, made her shrink to herself in fear instead.

Here he was, professing to be a being right out of a book.

She didn’t know how to feel.

She was still processing it.

He watched her in silence, allowing her to take the information in. She seem to have gone frozen and the wait for a reply was starting to get endless.

“Oh my goodness! I’m a walking breathing Blood Bag!” She blurted out suddenly.

“I–vy?” He asked as she passed by him, sitting back on the bed, her feet planted to the floor. He hadn’t that reply. “I know you might need time–”

“A Breathing Food!”

“We can—”

“The wine!” She gasped, covering her widened mouth as she remembered something. “THE WINE!”

“What?”

“The wine you brought to Elsa’s birthday dinner. It was blood, wasn’t it?”

He pressed his lips together, watching her breaths quicken like it had that day the shelf incident had happened.

“Ivy, you are–”

She stood up quickly, walking away to lean against the wall. She just felt this sudden need to put as much distance as the room could afford between them.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“You think I’ll take the risk of having a panic attack when you are near?” She chuckled like as if she was in full control of herself, which she very much wasn’t. “I handled myself quite well throughout this evening and I have seen things. Scary things. A lot of them.”

“Ivy–” he called out, his voice laced with worry.

She leaned against the wall suddenly.

Too fast.

Everything was moving too fast.

She was in potential danger, surrouned by predators and she was the only likely prey.

Even her best friend had been changed to be one of them.

This was all too much.

“Ivy—”

“How– dare you?!” She yelled walking around, leaning on the wall for strength.

“You need to breathe,” he walked closed to her and she turned around swiftly to him before leaning against the wall again.

“How dare… you do… t-that to Elsa! You changed h-her!”she gasped, trying to take in as much breath as possible.

“Breathe,” he tried to hold her but she snapped her hand away from him quickly.

He took immediate steps back, giving her space as he chanted to her.

“You are safe, you are okay. Breathe.”

He did that over and over again, till she listened to his voice and soon, it was over.

When he saw that she was back to normal, he called her name again she titled her head slightly to the side, looked up at him from her bowed state.

When she spoke, her voice sounded really broken and choked with tears.

“Go away.”

She didn’t look up exactly at him to see how he had taken that, but his next words were calm, understanding yet pained.

“I understand. I’ll be a text away,” then she heard him walk to the door before he spoke again. “A call too.”

Then she heard him leaving as the door closed

She slipped to the floor, crying.

What had she done?

Maybe if she had never met Chris, this would have never happened to Elsa.

If only she hadn’t gone to the nightclub.

If only she had just stayed home and gone to her wedding the next morning, things wouldn’t have been so complicated.

She blamed herself for everything.

Now Elsa was a Being she might hate for the rest of her life, no matter how long or short that would be.

As for her, she was stuck with this mysterious contract husband.

Things just kept getting worse and worse and it was all her fault.

She sighed, her eyes aching from all the tears she had shed as she rested her back against the wooden furniture of the bed.

If only…

***

Ivy had called but it hadn’t been to see Chris but instead Elsa.

That was a really stupid move because she didn’t even know if Elsa was alright yet or even normal enough to be logical.

Too bad, she had only thought about that when Elsa was knocking by the door.

There was an aura around her that made Ivy shrink back in fear and like as if she could sense this, Elsa stood by the door, not stepping closer, but there was a bottle and two champagne glasses in her hands.

Ivy looked at the bottle, quickly observing that the content was red.

“Is that b-blood?”

“No. Absolutely not. It is wine. I just thought that we would—” her voice trailed off and she set the bottle and glasses on the floor while she muttered to herself. “Chris said bringing this was a bad idea.”

Then she turned back to Ivy.

“You can slam the door shut anytime,” she had said, staying a good distance away from her in the hallway, while Ivy poked her head through the door, her hand on the doorknob to shut it close anytime.

Chris had after all said that this room was hard to penetrate, so this was safe, right?

Ivy got down to her questions immediately.

“How do you feel?” She asked.

“Powerful,” she grinned. “You have no idea the things I am now strong enough to do. I can hear how fast your heart is racing right now. This tool might come in handy in future.”

Ivy looked at her in doubt as she continued talking about all the powerful things she could now do, her hands tightening around the doorknob.

Ivy couldn’t believe this was really happening but it was and she couldn’t keep on lying to herself that it wasn’t.

When Elsa was done, Ivy asked that question she had been thinking about, the one that would determine the next move she would make.

“Are you happy?”