Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

It all began that night.

It was raining, really heavily.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

There was the thunder and lightening, the noise, the peace.

Feeling unusually sleepy, Ivy had gone up early, had her bath and changed into her thick nightgown to help her stay warm. She had also ensured that the windows and doors were locked, the curtains pulled down.

The room still felt a little cold but she like it.

She hadn’t settled into her bed though, instead she had eased into her dressing chair, texting back polite replies to her piling inbox.

Then she heard it.

A noise by her window.

It was so silent, she could have missed it.

At first she had just thought it was the wind but her mind went to what had happened to Elsa and she grew tensed.

What if someone was out there, climbing up her window. What if the person was one of Chris’s enemies and they had finally been able to get to her? What if they were here to kill her.

Her throat choked with fear, it was getting rather difficult to breath now. With her hands hovering over her keypad, she texted a “Danger” to the first two people she had on speed dial.

“My Christopher”

“Elsa”

She felt a chill run down her spine as she felt cold breeze seep through her curtains into the room.

Her body laced with goosebumps.

The person had already opened the window.

What if they weren’t one? What if they were more?

Her hands reached for the first thing that she could grabbed.

It was a mini scissors.

Well, that was better than nothing.

If only she had just gone to Ubia.

These people must have known that she was alone and would be easy to attack.

She was certain that they weren’t normal.

Goodness, she would die today!

Whatever they did, she just hoped they wouldn’t mar her face, she would like to keep her beauty even in death.

Good thing her parents weren’t at home.

Wherever they were, she was sure that they were save.

She just hoped the killer would leave the room neat, she wouldn’t want to break her parents heart with her mangled body.

Mangled—

Her heart pounded in her ears the more she felt the cold seeped into the room.

Lightening flashed.

She gulped, her hands tightening around the scissors.

Mangled body.

Her mind reminded her. It was like as if her body had decided to remain immobile and her brain had gone blank, except those words.

Oh goodness, she was going to die, while being completely ignorant of the reason why. She didn’t even know anything about the House!

Wait.

MANGLED BODY?!

No way!

She had seen enough to know not to ever go down without a fight.

She would be the one doing the mangling alright!

Hopefully….?

She stood up immediately, turning her attention forward, holding her scissors with the pointed edge forward.

This was her territory, she had to defend it.

Besides, she had a gwaning feeling they wouldn’t be leaving her face untouched.

The thought of her unpleasant face being the last memory she would leave with people made her skin crawled. If after all these, her mangled face would still be it, then she would know that she had given it a good fight.

Why weren’t Elsa or Christopher or both of them here already?

“I can bite too, you know! And my teeth are really sharp. Don’t dare underestimate these babies.”

That sounded so dumb.

Right after she said it.

But her voice had been confident, maybe that would do it.

“And I thought I was the only one doing the biting in this relationship.”

The curtain moved to one side and in came Chris with a black raincoat, as he eased into the room smoothly like as if he had done this a thousand times.

“My Goodness, Chris! Why didn’t you just call?”

She walked pass him, shutting the windows and adjusting the curtain. Although her heart was still racing.

He pulled off his raincoat, taking off his shoes and putting it at a corner of the room not to wet the floor.

“Didn’t want to disturb you.”

“So you thought a heart attack was better than a phone ringing?”

“I thought you’d be asleep. Besides, you didn’t seem to be freaking out that much.”

“So you didn’t hear my heart spiraling out of my chest.”

“Hear.” He blocked his ears dramatically, raising his eyebrow at her. “How could I have heard that? I’m no vampire or something.”

Great.

He was messing with her for fun.

She tsked at him, suppressing a chuckle. Then she went over to her phone only to see that the messages she thought she had sent, never got delivered because she never hit the send button to begin with.

‘Nice one, Ivy. You really know how to work under pressure.’

She looked at Chris who was taking in the beauty of her room. He seemed impressed and she patted herself mentally for having such wonderful taste.

“So, when did you arrive?”

“Some hours ago. I came immediately I was free.” Then he signalled to the edge of her bed, holding her gaze. “May I?”

“Sit on my bed?” She chuckled. “We’ve already crossed that line.”

Yet he stood.

“Fine, sit.”

“Thank you.”

She was quick to sit next to him.

“Are you going to tell me what is going on?”

“It’s not important.”

His hands came around her and he leaned in for a kiss but she pulled away immediately.

He let go.

“I have to do this to keep you safe. If you know nothing, then it is good. Matters of the Houses aren’t things I want you to be concerned about.”

“The Houses?”

She had always thought it was one.

How many Houses were there in fact?

Goodness!

She remembered something.

Something that seemed to have been hurried deep, deep in her memory.

A female’s word.

Her wedding!

The woman that scolded her had said something along the line of “you know how important this is to the *Houses*”

How about Girald?

When he had suspected her of being a spy, he had asked which House she belonged to and made a list.

Something along the line of Fang—

Oh goodness.

“–and we can go to anywhere you want.” Chris concluded whatever it was that he was saying.

“Yes. Please don’t let this cause a rift between is–”

“The night after our one night stand–”

“That feels very random.”

He said, his hand brushing lighting again her shoulder blade, pushing her robe further down to expose even more of her skin.

His gaze hot again that naked part, while he licked his lips slowly.

He was hungry.

Her body’s shivered at the thought of the pleasure he could give her but she remained strong.

She needed her question answered first.

“Did you have to attend a wedding the next day?”

“Hmmm…” He gave her a half focused answer.

His lips grazed her skin and she instinctively raised her hands to his shirt, curling her fists against it.

“Was it by chance, yours?”