Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

“Tea might help.”

She heard a voice from behind and she jumped up in fear, her hand raised to her chest like as if to stop her heart from exploding out of her chest from how fast it was racing.

She turned to see that there was a dark, tall man behind her, dressed like a butler. His eyes were warm, they had a glint of a brilliant red in them and they seemed to twinkle.

How was it that she hadn’t heard him coming?

He stretched out a teacup to her.

“It is warm,” she commented, nervously, taking the teacup from him with shaky hands.

Something about his stare was absolutely unsettling.

“The Sire is an expert at what he does,” he spoke, his voice sounding like someone who had seen too much of the world. “Your friend is safe.”

Safe, that sounded like a really interesting word because right now, she was starting to worry a lot about her whole safety.

Then just as silently as the butler had appeared from nowhere, he disappeared.

Wait, was this house hunted?

She gasped, looking down at the teacup that was still in her hand.

Or was the butler a ghost?!

She felt suddenly weak, and she want into the nearest chair, still focused on the teacup and wondering if what had happened earlier was indeed real.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

After sometime, she looked up and saw Chris emerging from the stairs, he still had a blue shirt on but it was no longer stained with blood, he had probably changed.

She stood up to her feet and rushed up to him.

“How is Elsa?”

“She is fine,” he stopped in front of her. “She’ll get better soon, hopefully.”

She squinted her eyes, looking at him.

“Are those the words of your private doctor?”

“I already told you, I’m the doctor she needs.”

“I have to see her,” she attempted to move away from him and towards the stairs he had been coming from, but his hands on her arms stopped her immediately.

“You can’t.”

“Have you lost your mind?!” She suddenly felt really angry. “You can’t stop me from seeing my friend! If you stand in my way again, I’ll call the police,” she threatened, tucking her hand into the pocket of his oversized black, that he had given to her, in a quick search of her phone.

He looked at her like that was the dumbest threat he had ever heard.

Her breath hitched and she dropped her phone right back in the jacket pocket, never succeeding in bringing it out in the first place.

That look.

Girald had given her that same look when she threatened him to let her go.

Her heart raced with fear and she took a frightened step back, her breath shaky.

“How much do you want? What contract do you want me to sign? I’ll sign it. Non-disclosure, whatever, I sign it. Please just release my friend, let us go. We won’t sue, our lips are sealed, I promise!” The words tumbled quickly out of her mouth, her breathing dangerously fast.

She was having it again, anxiety attack.

She watched his eyes widen in alarm, then she felt his hand on either sides of her face, making her look up at him and only him.

“Ivy, Ivy, shhhh,” his voice was calm and reassuring, like that time he had a shelf on his back while protecting her. The sense of security she had felt then, slowly seeped into her, making her feel at ease, little by little.

“I won’t hurt you. I can’t hurt you. You are way too precious to me, Ivy. The only reason I’m doing all these is because of you.”

She nodded, her breathing was slowly easing to normal.

“And you can be damn sure that I won’t let anyone or anything happen to you,”

She looked straight at him, squinting her eyes, trying to make sense of what he had just said.

For a moment right there, something about him had seem… dangerously possessive.

Doubt glimmered in her eyes and as if he sensed it, he said, “I’ll let you see her. Follow me.”

They went down the stairs, till they got to a door and he pushed it open.

It was a room lit with the white light, bright enough to see but not to hurt the eyes.

It felt like a lab, just not so modern in a way.

Then she turned to a side and there was Elsa, laying peacefully on the bed, some distance away from them.

She had different wires plugged around her and a mask over her nose.

It was like, that place was a ward.

“Elsa,” she went forward, wanting to go to her only to be stopped as a result of an invisible obstructive device that was in front of her.

Glass.

“Elsa,” she whispered, her eyes on her, as she longed to be closer to her in order to confirm if she was truly alright.

This just wasn’t enough.

“She can’t hear you,” she heard Chris say lowly from behind her.

“So, she is in a coma?” She asked without looking back, her eyes still on Elsa.

“Sought of.”

That was it.

Tears rushed down her cheeks as she sobbed.

“This is all my fault,” she said between her tears, blinking her eyes quickly so that her sight of Elsa wouldn’t get blurry. “If only we hadn’t had that fight, then she wouldn’t have left. If I had never gone to that club in the first place. If I hadn’t—” her voice trailed off.

“If you hadn’t met me,” he completed, his voice pained.

She just couldn’t understand why he sounded terribly hurt by that.

They had been nothing serious going on between them. Sure they had gotten quite personal a couple of times but that had been that.

That thought reminded her of the talk he said they would have and the fact that they still hadn’t had it yet.

“Well I’m sure you wish the same,” she could feel him move closer to her, his eyes on her. Determined, she didn’t turn to meet his gaze, instead she went on. “You wouldn’t be in this mess if you had never met me. Maybe you and Elsa woul–”

“Stop it,” he was close enough now, close enough for her to know that she was trapped between him and the glass. “Somehow, someway, it still would have been you.” She felt tuck her hair behind her right ear, before he leaned closer and said, “It’s fate.”

She close her eyes, taking in a sharp breath before opening them once again.

He was too close.

Yet she was determined to fight against this strange feeling that seemed to always seemed to ignite in veins whenever he was close.

“I don’t know what makes you so sure of that except the fact that you are delusional.”

“The same thing that made you keep having all those dreams about me.”

Her palms flattened against the glass as her jaws tightened at the inflow of memories.

Fighting this was starting to be unbearably hard.

Like as if he knew, he said, “The sooner you stop fighting your feelings for me, Ivy, the better it will be for the both of us.”