Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Fantasy.

Myth.

Doesn’t exist.

Those and more were the words that confronted her during her search.

She had chuckled in her head at them.

If only they knew.

She had also found some things about the way the vampires were. Some she had remembered a time or two that she could have noticed, and others she immediately knew weren’t true.

The search results said that they were cold-blooded, couldn’t walk under sunlight because it would burn them down to ashes, and many other things that even she knew couldn’t possibly be true.

The cold-blooded one though, she believed. She had been close to Chris on many occasions and he had felt cold against her skin. Silly of her, she had given it many reasonable excuses in the past.

But then again, how was she supposed to have reasoned that he was just the cold one?

Then what about the time she had tried to help Elsa out of the room immediately when she had woken up?

Could it because she was hun-thirsty?

Ahhhh.

She sighed in her head, scrolling down and reading more.

With what she was reading, it if they were thirsty or not, they were like that, everytime.

Cold-blooded.

Then she read the next search result.

The Turning.

It was about turning someone into a vampire and she had read something about using a coffin.

Ivy’s eyebrows shot up in realization.

Elsa had said she had come out of a coffin, and she had thought that she was only saying that because she had hit her head against something or was losing her mind.

Arrgh.

If she had paid close enough attention, and known of all these, then she would have known to run earlier.

Thinking back, she felt like a fool.

“Well, things happen,” she shrugged as she muttered underneath her breath to herself.

She scrolled up, reading more of the search result when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in the lower part of her stomach. She placed a hand tightly over it quickly, leaning forward, breathing heavily like as if her whole life had just flashed right before her eyes.

It didn’t take long before the pain doubled and soon she was rolling on the floor.

She quickly dialed in Elsa’s number, pressing the phone to her ear.

The voice that rang through the phone sounded slightly unlike Elsa, although the playfulness was still dominating, Ivy could just feel it that something was different.

It seems like the more she stayed in Chris’s home, the more different she got.

“Heyyyyyyy, Princess!”

“I’m dying,” shs said lowly, closing her eyes in pain.

“What?!”

Ivy chuckled at her shock and fear, she could even picture her widened eyes in her mind, then almost immediately, her laughter got stifled ny pain.

It was so good to hear her go lose like that.

She had missed it.

“My menstrual flow is KILLING me. It is a whole World War III Infinity in here. Can you get over here and take care of me like you use to. Ahhh, I miss you.”

The line wemt dead for a while, it almost felt like she had hang up and left her talking.

“Elsa? Ahh— are you still there?”

Just when she was about to check the phone’s screen to ensure that she was still there, Elsa’s voice seeped through the phone once again, only that this time, it sounded a lot darker and inhumanly.

“Did you just say… blood?”

“Oh shit!”

She hung up in a flash, and although her stomach was still hurting like hell, she ran to the door and locked it. Then she called the gate keeper to ensure that nobody gets in. Just to free her conscience, she told him to stay as far away from the gate as he could and try to be safe.

He had said he would, sounding absolutely confused but that wasn’t the point.

The point was that if anything happened to him, she would know she did her best and wouldn’t feel guilty.

The menstrual battle got worse quickly. She was down on the floor once again, crawling to the kitchen to try and get herself a glass of warm water.

Why must she suffer like this all because she didn’t get pregnant? Was having a vagina a crime? Why must she go through all these pain just because she had decided not to make use of some eggs?

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The last time she had such painful menstrual experience was about a year ago.

In fact she was getting her period today earlier than usual.

“Once I survive this, I’ll just get pregnant and avoid this for a couple of months. Got to tell my ma that.”

That wasn’t any better either. There would a baby at the end of it, waht about childbirth.

Ahhh

Forget it.

“Got to get pregnant! Got to call Ma!”

“Why your Mum, you can just tell me and we will have it arranged.” She heard a voice from a distance behind her.

She turned around, her gaze landing on Chris. He was putting on a brown T-shirt and a pair of black jeans.

His face fell slightly as he muttered something under his breath.

She couldn’t hear everything but she had heard him say something along the line of ‘ossible’.

What did that even mean?

Whatever he had said wasn’t her business though, she was sure of that, she had questions!

“Wait–when? How?!”

“How did I get in? It was easy.” He walked up to her, stretching his hands out to help her off the floor.

Her heart raced at a thought.

Instead of taking his hands, she asked,

“did Elsa come with you!”

Chris frowned lightly, looking a little confused.

“No.”

She sighed in relief but it was short-lived.

Chris had come to her.

The very Chris she had been trying not to talk to was standing right in front of her.

She wasn’t ready for any confrontation yet!

“You can go back, I was doing fine on– Ahhh– I w-wasn’t doing fine. I’m not doing fine! Help me, please.” He readily wrapped his arms around her, carrying her off the floor to the sofa, while she continued talking quickly from pain and urgency. “The kitchen, warm water. The pain. Killing me.”

“Rest,” he said, laying her on the sofa, a small smile on his face like as if he knew exactly what he was doing and didn’t need to be told anything.

“Let me take care of you.”