Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Chris had gotten extremely busy after that night. In fact, it had been a week since they had been able to have any real conversation.

He sad it had to with the House and some other things, which she understood might require a lot of attention, although up till now, they still hadn’t gotten to that needed part in their relationship where she would know fully about the House. So he hadn’t gone into details and she understood that to be because he was still trying to shield her from his world.

Ivy had returned back to work and as usual, her parents were once again out of the country. Elsa was also busy and Jett was his usual busy self.

Busy was now everyone’s personality.

She just hoped that whatever it was that they were dealing with wasn’t something too bad… or serious.

She was really starting to get worried.

A week had now turned into two.

Anytime he was on the phone with her, he would end up talking about how the House was been really stressful and how what was happening right now needed all his attention in order not to go out of hand and as planned.

Many times, she had wanted to ask him what “the thing that was happening right now” was. In fact, a couple of times, she had actually asked and his response had been the same.

“Just personal House stuff.”

The first time he had given her that response was the first time she had asked, and that was when his “always busy” state started.

She had replied with, “so, I’m like a stranger to you now. Because this work load thing is killing you and really affecting us, but you won’t tell me what it is about.”

“I’m already dead though,” he had chuckled and she had shifted uncomfortably in her bed, a frown on her face.

“That is not funny,” she had replied, her voice hard.

He had apologized, explaining to her that he couldn’t discuss the things that were going on right now to her even if he so much wanted to.

“They are really important, Ivy, and you have no ideas how much I want to be able to tell you about this but your are not yet a part of us,” he had said, his voice sounding pained. “You are still human and if you want to be part of us, it is either you are a Vampire or you carry the imprint of one.”

Her hand had subconsciously moved to her neck, and she had drawn her blankets over her, her phone in a tight grip, pressed to her ear. Her heart raced at the thought of having something sharp sink deep into her neck.

She gulped, a bead of sweat streaming down her forehead.

“I’m not ready yet.”

“And I can wait but while I wait, some things won’t be the way they are supposed to be.” He had sighed, one that sounded a little like frustration yet reassuring. “You have no idea how badly I wish it were. But, as I have told you many times, I can wait.”

“Bit if I let you imprint on me…”

“Yesssss….” He had replied slowly, in a way that showed that there was eagerness and an optimistic believe lingering by his prompt response, that he was trying really hard to hide.

“What will I become?”

“What will you become?” He had asked over the phone.

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“Our House,” he corrected and she could almost hear a smile in his voice. “You will be The Sire’s Woman”

“What is that?”

“Basically, a Queen.”

“What is this, the ancient time?” she chuckled, although all she could think of was the amount of responsibility that sounded like.

He chuckled back.

“There are some things we do that you might consider old fashioned and being The Sire’s woman, my woman, is a lot of responsibility. That is the reason why I am willing to wait for you. I don’t want you to be forced to carry a burden that you are not sure of yet.”

He paused, when he spoke up once again, his voice carried more emphasis.

“You’ll have to stand by us, as a second leader, fight for us if need be. For things  like these, you must be sure.”

And that had been the first conversation that took place before others became short “how are you’s and “how was your day”.

Ivy couldn’t believe she was drowning herself in work once again in order not to think Chris. Although, this time around, it was for a different reason.

Another day of work had been done, it was now time to spoil herself with Romcom.

Ivy walked up the stairs, saying a quick “Thank you and enjoy the rest of your night” to Davies before she slipped into the house.

She dropped her bag on the sofa, then headed straight to the kitchen.

At that moment, her phone started ringing.

She just hoped that it wasn’t her Mother with those pictures again.

Yes, she till hadn’t stopped, despite Ivy pleading with her to.

Her Mother’s response, in a seriously concerned voice, had been, “I can’t, Romito. With how you are going, you might end up single for the rest of your life. As a Mother, it is my responsibility to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

That had a really strange response for her Mother but it wasn’t new to Ivy. Sometimes, she acted like a completely different person.

The one thing that had happened after that conversation though, was the reduce in the number of pictures sent.

Ivy also hoped the call wasn’t for an invitation to a–

She caught a glimpse of “My Christopher” displayed on th screen and she answered the call quickly.

She had words for this ma–vampire!

“I called you all day and you didn’t–”

“I’m sorry. I was stuck in a meeting.”

“All day?!”

“More or less. I stepped out to fe– nevermind that. See, Ivy, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I’m sure was important.”

She poured herself a glass of water and gulped it down. Her throat was very thankful for that.

“Soooo do you want to talk about the House again or–” she went to the sitting room and flopped down on the sofa, her eyes on the TV, the remote in her hand, while she scrolled through her available options in search of what might interest her.

“No. Certainly not.”

“No?” She asked, surprised. “But that is all you ever do those days.”

“I know and that is why I plan to make it up to you.”

“Make it up to me,” she nodded, smiling. “I like the sound of that.”

“How do you like the sound of us going to Small Paradise for week to make it up to you.”

Small Paradise?!

That place had earned its name.

It had a lot of wonderful sights, some people save up for years to go there. Although for Ivy, it definitely wouldn’t take her that much time of saving up, but she would still be spending too much than she could handle comfortably, to be there.

It had been one of the places on hers and Elsa’s bucket list.

People considered it as wonderful place of love too. People on their Honeymoons, anniversaries and all sought, would mostly go there.

“I like the sound of that even better.” She pushed the bowl of ice cream she had brought along with her, peeling it open.

“Then get downstairs in 15 mins, we are going tonight.”

What?!