Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

“By the Blood, Ivy! Where have you been?” Chris asked the minute she stepped into their hotel sitting room.

“Why weren’t you answering my calls? I was starting to worry. I thought–” his voice lowered with fear and terror as he pulled her into an embrace, sniffing her in, barely allowing her to shut the door completely. “I thought they did something to you.”

They? He must be referring to those people that hurt Elsa. Ivy wondered how powerful those people- those beings – were to cause him so much fear.

Upon closer observation, she noticed that he still hadn’t changed from the clothes she had seen him in earlier, although now he looked a bit disheveled. From Ivy’s calculation, he must have gotten home about 20 minutes ago. She hadn’t spent so long at the ice cream shop. In fact, she had hardly ordered anything or even sat down before she sprinted out of the ice cream shop, to the car and told the  cab driver to drive her back to the hotel.

So, contrary to everything she had thought about while she was on her way to the Ice cream shop, she had come here without a plan – came back to him, angry, vulnerable and still very much hurt.

Was this wise?

Well, her brain wasn’t thinking straight enough to answer that right now.

She refused to respond by wrapping her arms around him and pretending that everything was fine. In fact, right now she could feel the cold emitting from him getting to her than it usually did. Almost numbing her.

“How old are you?” She asked and he slowly pulled away from her.

His face puzzled, her expression stoic, like his answer was of such gravity that it could make or mar the universe. He stared at her through squinted eyes. He looked absolutely focused, she suspected that he was observing her more than he normally would. He was probably listening to her heart beat right now.

So much for dating a vampire.

‘Stay calm, Ivy. Stay calm.’ she repeated to herself in her head.

“25.” He answered finally.

A shadow of a smile crossed her lips, and she walked away from him, flopping down on the nearest sofa, mentally and physically exhausted.

She would have to reward herself with a glass -no two- nah that wouldn’t do! She would have to reward herself with a whole bottle of champagne after this. She just knew that by the time she was done with this whole confrontation thing that was popping up in her head right now, she would be needing her brain completely alcohol dazed not to feel the pain or sadness.

“Your real age, Christopher?” She looked up at him, her expression still carefree.

Chris hadn’t moved from where he was standing a while ago, in fact, it almost looked like as if he had gone still with confusion.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Let me guess. A hundred?” She snapped her fingers dramatically in the air and tilted her head to either sides at each of her guesses. “No, two hundred? 500?”

“What is going on?”

“You know, I was just wondering, at what age can a person outgrown a certain… habit?” She said with a high pitched voice, dripping of sarcasm.

“You are acting weird. Where were you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

He crouched down beside the sofa she was sitting on, closing up the distance between them, making her look down at him. Before he had a chance to say anything though, she spoke.

“I woke up this morning and you were gone. Where. were. you?” She redirected the question with emphasis on each word.

“It was urgent. I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you. It had to deal with the House and—”

“Seriously, how old are you?” She laughed, although her voice wasn’t as carefree as it was before. This time around, she couldn’t really hide the pain.

“I stopped counting some times ago. Besides, knowing how old I am wouldn’t really keep this relationship as human as possible.”

“Speaking of ‘human’,  I’d like to inform you that we’ve already crossed that line. We have a sought of not very human connection that is bounding us together, yes? That is what started this whole thing.”

“You are my Potential,” Chris replied firmly. Not having an idea where any of this was leading to.

“How important is a Potential to your kind?”

His frown deepened. When he spoke this time, he seemed to be getting it but she wasn’t quite sure. Chris was so good at answering her questions with a firm voice, that he usually almost made her doubt even her own self.

“Ivy–”

“Because I think that is just a fancy word without any real meaning to you! If it had any meaning, you wouldn’t be out there cheating on me and making your friend arrange those ladies for you. You are even worse than all my exes, goodness!”

Forget later. She needed that bottle of champagne now!

In no time she was in the kitchen, reaching into the cabinet for a bottle of wine, then pouring it into a glass that she had grabbed in haste, before gulping it all down at a go.

“I will never cheat on you, Ivy. It’s impossible.”

She chuckled.

“You are not different. You are just like the rest of them.” She paused before she fired, “the day I was at the Shopping Mall, where were you?”

“Here,” he answered without skipping a bit.

Arrghhhh! This was frustrating!

“How can you be so good at lying?”

She walked pass him to get her phone in the sitting room, then she handed it to him before going back to the counter where her bottle of wine and wine glass were.

“That is you, that is Jett and your one-time whore.”

She chuckled at the words ‘one-time whore’ as a bitter idea hit her.

“She seemed really happy. What did you tell her? That she is your Potential. My goodness, is that what you tell us all?” She poured herself another glass quickly, and gulped it down. “Is this a game to you? Oh my goodness, is this what you always do? Did you dump someone to be with me, then you will repeat the cycle with me and–” she stopped to catch her breath before gritting out with raw hate and regret.

“You are a sick psycho, Christopher DeCastle.”

“Please, stop assuming things.” He said quietly, his voice calm and collected. “I can explain.”

She tsked.

“That is a very overused line.”

“I really can and it isn’t what you think it is neither is it what it looks like.”

“Another round of overused lines.” She titled her half filled glass of wine from one side to another. “All my exes said this at one time or the other.” My goodness, why are you making me remember them. You are making me go against my rule. I’m nobody’s ex, nobody is my ex.” Then she smiled like as if everything was well and absolutely nothing was wrong.

“From now on, Christopher DeCastle. I don’t know you.”