Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

She noticed the lady had on a white fur jacket. Beneath all that, it seemed like she was a small woman, even her facial features made her look like a teenager. A tall one.

How old was she?

Her boots jammed against the floor as she moved closer to her, the sound of little metals clanking against one another with each step. Ivy stood up, taking steps backwards till her leg finally hit the small table by her bedside.

“You should stop moving now,” she finally said. “There is no where left for me to go.”

The woman blinked, taken aback. “What?”

Ivy took in a breath, as if preparing herself to explain something obvious to a toddler.

“All that is left after this small table is the wall. Do you want me to move into that?” Ivy asked, her voice cocky.

There was a window a few steps away though, the very one the figure had wanted to throw her through earlier, but she had carefully ensured not to mention that.

Ivy frowned, taking a step closer to the lady too.

The lady chuckled.

“Bet it was this crazy boldness that made you take my place. I should have been the Bride, I should have been his wife!” Her hand swept cleanly across her face, claws leaving scratches behind.

“You fucking bitch!” Without a second thought, Ivy landed her own counter strike. “My face is expensive.”

The lady stared back at her and something about the way her eyes widened showed that she wasn’t in pain at all but she was shocked. Utterly shocked.

The hands that grapped Ivy and pushed her the ground were more than a pair. And the force? Bone wreaking.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Maybe she had really outdone herself with slapping Miss Stranger.

Why was she always so quick to violence?

If she still had Chris’s blood in her veins, she would blame it but by now, she knew that had long faded away. So, this was all her.

Goodness, she was really in trouble.

“How dare you slap my niece?!” One of the men that had stayed behind while Miss Stranger confronted her, said. He looked older, about 50 maybe. His long black beards were braided and he looked relatively huge, brown fur jacket over his shoulders. His face was flat, like the features on it had been drawn on him, but what she found funny the most were his beards.

Despite the trouble she was already in, it took her everything she had not to burst out in laughter.

It was so funny, especially how it moved whenever he talked.

“And on my watch?!”

“Uncle.” The Lady whined, moving closer to her Uncle who quickly pulled her into a side hug, and started patting her back. “She slapped me.” She cried even more.

From this angle, Ivy could tell that even though she had originally looked like a teenager, she was far older, maybe even by five years.

Definitely in her mid twenties.

Wow, maybe they would have been friends if they met in a different situation, but Ivy doubted that.

She gave off mini mafia vibes with all these ambushing and attacking in fur jackets. Why would she, in her sober state of mind or even when drunk, willing associate with someone as dangerous.

No and no again!

While she still complained to her Uncle and the Uncle kept comforting her, Ivy was practically forgotten.

She used the opportunity to reach for the ring that she had caught sight of before stepping into the bathroom a while ago, there was just this need to hold unto something that was consuming her at the moment. Holding the ring in her hand, and feeling the corners of the small green gemstone dig into her palm, helped her feel at ease for reasons she couldn’t understand.

“… Sorry, my sweet little, little baby.” She could hear the Uncle say in a small high pitched voice.

Why was he doing that? He wasn’t talking to a baby, so why?!

It was so annoying!

“Thank you, Uncle.” She replied in a baby voice.

Wow, this must be some kind of sickness. Ivy hoped that she wouldn’t catch it. She’d be doomed to even hear herself talking like that.

“All these years,” she sniffled, although she didn’t sound one bit like she was crying.

It all sounded forced, really.

This had got to be some comedy.

It was ridiculous.

“… all these years,” she continued, “that I have acted the part of the sweet, deserving one to be chosen as a Bride. Do you remember when you told me that the Master would pick from our House.”

“Yes, my sweet potato.” He sounded disheartened, accompaning it by a heavy sigh.

Nah, could they just stop.

There was no way she was getting a front seat to all this drama.

“You trained so much to be nothing but submissive. The most submissive and innocent of all the wolves.”

Wolves?

Whattt?

“And I was chosen.” She snapped her gaze to Ivy and while she addressed her, her baby voice didn’t sound so babyish anymore. The rage was turbulent, the anger that fired up in her ears and the promise of threat get aura passed off was in no way innocent.

Ivy squinted her eyes, seriously observing her.

Sheep in a wolf’s clothing, is tahr you?

“You ruined it just by getting a one nightstand.”

Ivy cleared her throat. “Trust me. I hate myself for that too, not for the one nightstand though, that was glorious but the wedding—”

“Ah!” She screeched, stomping her foot against the floor, the broads she had on jef head, dangling from the keg to the right with her exaggerated movements. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” She commanded, panting.

“Uncle,” she turned to her Uncle, her baby voice back on. Wow. Acting at its peak. It took her leads than a second to switch. “I want her head already.”

Ivy tilted her head to a side.

She must not be hearing that right.

“You are not the only one that offended us.” The Uncle said to her, while one hand was patting the back of his sulking niece. “You see the compensation the Master paid us for this mistake situation, it’s just not enough. We don’t want the money, we want the power and if we are not getting what we want, he is not getting what he wants.”

Oh goodness, she heard it right!

They really wanted to kill her!