Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

She had better set some things straight or she’d be headless in a jiffy.

“Wait! I promise you. I don’t matter to him. He doesn’t love me.” Time to spice things up and redirect attention. Her sincerest apologies to the Master’s girlfriend. “He has a lover though–”

“We know and you are wrong. You are important. Imagine the stain it would cost his power for the other Houses to know that his wife was killed in his very own villa.”

Asides from the weirdness of having other people call her ‘his wife’, the implication of everything had just hit Ivy.

She was important to him, whether she liked it or not. And now she was about to die because of soemthing she didn’t even want in the first place, something she hated right from the moment she had found out.

Something she had no control over!

“The Master doesn’t care about anyone except power.” The man walked closer, his niece moving along with him while she still rested on his shoulder. “Your death will do a number to that.”

Despite herself, Ivy found herself smirking. There was no way she would give them the satisfaction of watching her in fear. Her hand tightened into fists behind her as she waited for the pain that now seemed inevitable.

“Yeah, right. One against, let’s see.’ she looked quickly behind her. “About like ten. How fair.”

The Uncle’s lips twisted in a scorn.

“What do you want, my sweet little potato?”

“Her heart, Uncle.” She clapped, with a squeal. “I want to rip it out myself.

No fucking way.

After that, everything was a blur.

Blood had never rained so fast. So thick. So red.

Bones breaking and snapping, furs sprouting, growls rocking the room, breathing paint against the floor, the walls.

It was a bloody mess, with bones and skull flying all over the room.

But there was one thing though.

The blood wasn’t Ivy’s, neither were the bones.

Shocked, she blinked and looked at the center of the danger, in the midst of what looked like wolves that had been ripped apart on the floor was Girald, blood dripping from his fingers.

How?

There was blood all over black suut shirt, making it glow unnaturally.

It wasn’t just only him, but some other bodyguards too.

They stood there for a second before they all suddenly fell to the floor on one kneel and Ivy looked up to whoseover it was that had just stepped in.

Of course, who else but the Master.

His shirt white and unstained, his gaze blank, his tie tailored, his sleeves rolled up and his glasses unscratched. His hair looked a little messy.

A walking perfection in the midst of chaos.

It felt unnatural.

Then he stopped in front of her, accessing her with a stern gaze. She held her head up, standing straight under his intense gaze.

Without a word, he pulled off his jacket, pulling it over her.

“Are you alright, madam?”

Was she alright? She had almost experienced something near death, a supernatural creature had almost clawed out her heart, she had only just discovered and confirmed that Vampires were not the only supernatural, that there were werewolves too. Werewolves that had almost killed her. She had watched them all get killed. Still with their wolves’ bodies, they laid on the floor, their dead eyes void of life, now a constant image at the back of her mind.

Was she alright?

No.

No, she wasn’t.

This must be one of the people Chris wanted to protect her from.

If these creatures in front of her had easily taken them down, then what were they? Were they not even worse? Was she even safe?

She felt a lump in her throat, her mouth dry and too numb to be moved, so instead, she nodded.

He frowned, his gaze darting to the small cut she had by her shoulder blade. Soemthing she didn’t even notice until he pointed it out with his gaze.

“Are you hurt?” He asked again, more firmly.

“I–just a scrach.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her and she wanted to disappear from here, from all of this.

If only she had Chris with her right now.

“They will pay for that. I will not look incompetent.”

She had said it. He worried  about his reputation. Of course, it wasn’t really about her as a person to the both sides. The sides that had attacked and the ones who had ‘saved’ her.

For how long would they even safe her?

For as long as they considered her useful to them, of course.

A scream cut across the room.

Ivy blinked.

She knew that voice.

He turned away with a devilish grin.

“There you are, my little fire.”

Then he walked back into the middle of the dead werewolves, yanking out the head of one without a care in the world.

This would definitely give Ivy nightmares.

The Master stretched his hand in his girlfriend’s direction, and she walked into the pool, being careful not to step om any of the bodies.

Her eyes were glimmering with tears.

Did she know them?

What kind of sick twisted game was playing right now.

Ivy could feel her heart thundering, an unwanted warmth spreading through her veins.

She didn’t like this.

He pulled the ripped head by the hair, putting it in front if his girlfriend. She sucked in a quick breath, petrified.

“The leader of the Fur House sent me guests,” his hand tightened even more around the hair, making it dangle, blood dripping out of the severed head, “but they forgot to be polite.”

He tossed the head away in annoyance, making her jump. The head rolled on the floor till it stop right at another lifeless body.

Ivy was sure she was going to be sick after this, right after the shock of this whole situation had passed.

With his hands that were tucked into gloves, gloves that were smeared with blood, he traced a line on her cheeks, cupping them.

“Little Fire. Your brother did this.”

Sick, sick, sick, relationship! This was the sickest relationship Ivy would ever see.

Tested streamed down down his girlfriend’s face, and she sucked in her lower lip between her teeth, her hands trembling slightly beside her.

“Tell me now. How did they know I won’t be here tonight.”

“I didn’t–”

“Did you tell your brother about our little vacation.”

She nodded stiffly.

“He wouldn’t do that—he would do, he knows he can’t.”

This felt a little unsettling for Ivy.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

His girlfriend had earlier seemed like one who couldn’t be broken, and now, she looked beyond broken.

What was this Master?

She was trembling, blinking very now and then, her chest raising and falling, contrary to Ivy who stood still because her body always worked with situation like this by putting on a facade.

She would break down later, just not now.

“They had your passcode.”

Her lips partly slightly, her chest raising and falling quickly as her eyes darted to the floor, over the bodies that were quickly growing cold.

Ivy didn’t want to be in her place right now.

“They are traitors!” She finally found her voice as her eyes widened. “I told you about them, the bride’s family and how they escaped from the pack to seek revenge. They are rogues. My brother doesn’t know anything about them. Please, don’t hurt him.”

He dropped his hands from her face, adjusting his leather gloves.

“I fancy you, little wolf and that is why I will not be seeking vengence on you this. My floor has an unnatural color and my walls are now in urgent need of a repaint.”

“I’m so-so so–rry a–bout this.”

“You did nothing wrong, Zinej.” His lips grazed hers, kissing her.

Her eye lids fell shut and her hands raised to hold him but they stopped midair immediately, before they dropped by her side.

Ivy blinked, wanting to look away from this toxic mess, but he pulled away from her at that moment and there was no longer any need for that.

Goodness, could they just travel back to wherever it was they had corn from and could they just let her go back home. Chris bodyguards were better. She had never been attacked like this before.

“Clean this up.” He said and some of them dashed out.

It was about time.

All the blood and bones were starting to make sick.

“I apologize for this inconvenience but we must return. My vacation with my Little Fire isn’t over.”

His gaze lingered for a second longer, like he was waiting for her to do something?

What was she supposed to do?

Cheer them on?

She needed therapy to forget all this. How would she talk about this to her therapist without sounding crazy, while she still kept to the secrecy term of the contract intact.

This was insane.

“Okay?”

“Well, madam. Grab a bag or something, I’m not leaving you behind.”

No.

Just no.

Whatever nonsense that was happening right now wasn’t a part of the contract.