Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Nah, absolutely not.

Ivy hit the wheels again, swirling the car around to get Elsa off the hood. Finally she crashed into a pole of what could be said to be a sought of street light, making Elsa jump off while she jerked forward in the seat, the seat belt pulling her right back.

She didn’t give herself time enough to recover from the crash, she knew she was injured, she could feel it but this wasn’t the time to assess the injury and check to what extent she had been hurt.

She turned the key in the ignition but the car refused to start.

Her heart raced.

She banged her hands on the wheels.

Not now, NOT NOW!

Her hands were extremely shaky as she tried to start the car again, as she looked around quickly trying to see if Elsa had recovered from the crash and was now coming for her.

She didn’t have much time to get out of here and she knew it.

Suddenly her car door got yanked away and she was snatched right out the car, those cold wet fingers once again around her neck while those fangs starting digging a little too deep beneath the surface of her skin.

In that second, Ivy felt the totality of pain.

Till she didn’t feel it again.

Elsa had pushed her out of her grip.

She staggered back, opening her eyes instantly to see what miracle had saved her.

The lightening flashed once again as the rain poured down on them and Ivy discovered it was no miracle that had come to save her, it was Chris.

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The question disappeared instantly when she realized that Elsa mouth was clamped around Chris’s hand, sucking his blood.

Was he– giving up his life for her?!

Instinctively, she surged forward in a ridiculous attempt to save him but a strong arm came around her, stopping her instead.

“We must go,” She heard Jett say as he pulled her away from the scene.

“Elsa is– elsa—” she stuttered from cold and fear.

She turned back as Jett continued to pull her away, her gaze held Chris’s for only a moment, then she quickly turned back to Jett.

“He is going to die!”

Jett didn’t reply, instead he picked her up and the next things she knew, she was hit by a wave of dizzinness.

Then, in some seconds, he dropped her.

But the thing was that, she was right in front of her room.

Shs blinked, trying to process what had happened.

Then a silent gasp escaped her lips.

It had been true then, all of that. She hadn’t hit her head.

She stepped away from Jett quickly, looking up at him with alram in her eyes.

“You are one of them,” shs said quickly and Jett looked back at her, his face blank.

“Is Chris one of those things too?” She asked in fear and absolute worry.

“I must go back, Your’s Girl. Stay in your room, keep the door locked. Try to be safe.”

With that said, he disappeared down the hallway.

Ivy went into the room immediately, turning the lock before proceeding to lock all the windows.

Oh, no! She hadn’t checked the room first to ensure it was safe.

She did that quickly.

Then she came back to the bed and picked up her phone, deliberating on whether to call the police already.

Chris must be the same as them too.

A monster, a blood sucking creature.

Still she was oddly worried about him, as she thought of what Elsa was doing to him again.

Maybe he wasn’t going to die because he was one of them.

Or maybe he was going to!

She had to call the police, she had to do it right now.

She inputted her password, unlocking her phone only to realize that she had missed a lot of calls and there were many new messages, all from Chris.

He had sent them some minutes after midnight, which was also the same time she had gone downstairs to see Elsa.

They read;

“I know you might be asleep already but I really wanted to tell you that meeting’s over, I’ll be returning tonight. We can finally have that talk. There are some things I’ll have to explain to you. Please, be understanding.”

Then some seconds later.

“I totally understand if you’ll need time to process it.”

Maybe he wanted to tell her that he was a monster, like the same one that had now taken over her best friend.

Or maybe it was something else, she couldn’t tell.

She couldn’t even think straight or logically anymore.

Then after some minutes.

There were a lot of calls.

“Stay put in that room, Ivy! The room is specially made, she can’t penetrate that easily. I’ll be there before anything goes south!”

Then there was an inflow of texts, all filled with worry and fear. By her calculations, that was the time that the Butler had told her to go and get tea while he handled Elsa.

Now that she was thinking about it, where was Butler?

Had Elsa… killed him?!

And the next message she read didn’t help her worry at all.

“Try your best to stay away from Elsa. She is really dangerous right now.”

That made her even more worried about him. What if Elsa was a kind of superior monster and Chris was the lesser one and she was killing him.

Her stomach twisted in painful knots as she read over the next messages that barely had a second interval between them.

“My Butler is down, don’t go out of that room.”

“Are you alright?!”

“Pick up the phone, Ivy!”

“Please!”

“Please.”

“I need to know you are alive.”

Then the last one.

“You don’t have to say a single word. Let me just hear you breath.”

She clutched the phone hard to her chest, tears in her eyes, feeling a sense of huge lose already, her mind playing over and over again what must be happening to Chris right now.

“He is going to die,” she said between shaky pants.

“Ivy?”

She jumped up immediately, turning around to see Chris by the door, a key in his hand while he rushed up to her, checking her neck, hands and everywhere to ensure that she hadn’t been bitten.

Then he pulled her into an embrace, tight like as if to ensure that she just wasn’t a figment of his imagination.

She was glad he did that though.

It made her realize that he wasn’t a figment of her imagination too.

“You are alive?” She said slowly as he pulled away, her gaze darting to that place she had been very sure she had seen Elsa sucking against.

He smiled, “That wasn’t the thank you I was expecting but I’ll take it.”

“How are you not dead?” She asked, her face now serious.

If the Butler was dead, then why wasn’t he?

“I don’t know how best to say this,” he paused, “I’m a vampire.”