Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Ivy woke up feeling just as ecstatic had she felt when she fell asleep. Everything was perfect except for two things.

It was morning now, around 8am.

Also, Chris was not by her side when she woke up. She hadn’t even known when he left.

“I had some matters of the House to attend to,” his voice seeped out through the phone speaker that was pressed to her ears, as she prepared warm tea. “I stayed throughout the night though. Only left like an hour ago. Are you sure you are feeling okay, my love?”

“Ecstatic. ‘Matters of the House, okay, okay.’ You sound so ancient.” She chuckled and could almost hear him do the same.

The spoon she stirred in her tea clicked against the inside of the mug, and she took a sip.

“So when are we doing that again?”

“What?”

“Yeah, oh you have no idea how much I wish you were feeding from me right now. It just makes me feel so good.”

She took another sip, the warmness of the tea going through her on this cold morning, but she knew that wasn’t the only reason she was feeling hot. She could almost feel his lips against her neck, his fangs dug into skin. The memory of the hickeys she found littered across her skin this morning flooded her memory.

Ahh.

She really wanted to feel everything again.

No, she didn’t want it, she needed it.

“Yeah, about that?” His voice snapped her out of her train of thoughts and convincing words tumbled out of her mouth at the doubt she sensed from him.

“I know you are busy today, so I’ll try to survive. But tomorrow? Please.”

She set the mug back on the counter.

“Ivy, I’m not going to be feeding from you anytime soon.”

“What? Why?” Her hold around the mug tightened. “My blood doesn’t taste good? I thought you said it tasted like ecstasy.”

“It does.” He said with a longing groan. “It does. And that is the exact reason I need to stop. I almost killed you last night.”

She rolled her eyes at his excuse. “Well, I feel very alive.”

“That is because I gave you my blood.”

“I see no problem then, whenever you feed from me, just give me your blood. It’s solved.”

She shrugged dismissively.

“No, that is not a solution. It shouldn’t even be on the list.” He sounded absolutely worried now. “That is too risky, I hate putting you around risk.”

“Being with you is already a risk. You can’t just not feed from me. How do you expect me to survive.” She snapped, the mug in her hand going squash, shattering to pieces all around the counter and digging into her palm, as the warm spill down to the sink.

“Oh my God.”

She stepped back, her eyes wide with surprise as the broken pieces stained with her blood fell from the inside of her palms.

“What happened? Ivy, what happened?!”

“I broke a mug. With my hand. How can I–my goodness, I’m healing. That’s… that’s not possible, I’m seeing things. Chris, I’m insane.”Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Then, she paused. Her brows furrowing with rage, her heart racing at a possibility.

She felt different, in fact now that she paid attention, she could hear things more clearly, feel things more than she used to, observe things far more than usually would.

What was going on.

Her breathing became fast and her heart was racing.

Wait, her heart?

Maybe that was good.

But what if she was feeling her heart merely from the illusion that Chris had talked about. What if her heart was truly dead? Stopped and stilled inside her forever?

“Did you turn me?” Her voice was filled with a seething rage she had never heard herself speak with before. She was far from angry. How could he do this to her without her consent? She didn’t want this. “Chris did you turn me into a vampire?”

“No, my Love, I did not.” He said each word with emphasis and something that sounded a little like fear.

“I did not turn you.”

She sighed in relief, a smile crossing her face instinctively.

“Good. I was scared. It’s not like I think vampires are bad or anything. I just,” she sighed. “I…” Her voice trailed off in search of the appropriate words to sum up the whole situation but she just couldn’t find it.

“I understand.” He provided, hesitating for a moment before he spoke again. “I should have told you this earlier, but now is also good.”

With her paranoid mind running all over the place, she was afraid yet again.

“Told me what?”

“These things you are feeling are the effect of having my blood. I fed it to you last night because of what happened. For a while, you’ll feel a little stronger than usual and your healing will be quite heightened.”

“Oh, I get it now.” She moved the kitchen towel over the counter, cleaning the tea and sweeping the broken pieces of the mug to a spot. “I should have thought about that first. You mentioned it in passing earlier.”

Receiving no comment from him, she continued.

“So just healing and strength?”

“Yes.” He replied, sounding burdened. Was this because of how she had reacted to being turned?

“And my increasing need for you to feed from me? Does your blood in my system have anything to do with that?”

“No but it is still entirely my fault. I fed from you without taking precautions. Without training you and taking it slow. I let it out a full blast on you the first time I fed because of how hungry and deprived of you I had been, and now,” he sighed, frustrated. “you are addicted.”

“I like what I’m addicted to.” She chuckled suggestively and he breath out a laughter.

“Oh, Ivy.”

She chuckled at his implied frustration.

“This is not good,” she finally said.

“Don’t worry, you are not the only one caught up in this mess. I find myself addicted to your blood too, that’s why what happened yesterday happened.”

“What are we going to do, Chris?”