Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Knowing what she was to him and knowing that she now had a choice must have done it.

Knowing that whatever step she would take, would determine the totality of her life placed a heavy weight on her mind.

She was thinking of what would happen if she decided to be with him and what would happen if she decided not to.

Her marriage with her mysterious husband didn’t bother her at all while thinking about the decision to go along with.

It was already stated in the contract that she should live a single life, which meant being unbothered about any unnecessary commitment towards Mr. Mystery.

What she was truly bothered about was if she was ready to get roped into a supernatural world for the rest of her life.

Was she ready to leave this world that she already knew?

Was she ready to give it up?

He had talked about the supernatural world having its risks too, was she ready to face that?

Was she ready for her problems to switch from the thoughts of parties, cars and fashion to whatever it was that the supernaturals thought about?

Considering that this was a all or nothing situation, these thoughts bothered her so much!

For three days straight, this had been what occupied her mind.

It was finally the night they were supposed to meet and the clock was ticking nearer and nearer to 9pm, yet she hadn’t made a choice yet.

She sighed, looking back at herself in the mirror, the red gown she had picked for the night fitted against her skin perfectly.

She was a beauty to behold, she knew.

Then she looked back at her phone, her gaze once again on the opened message of the address that she had been staring at for God knows how long.

Her alarm rang at 8:30pm, and she snoozed it immediately.

15 more minutes and it would ring again.

She had been doing this for more than two hours now, fooling herself that she was only trying to buy more time to ensure that she was making the right move.

Her phone started ringing again.

It wasn’t an alarm this time, but a call from her Father.

The conversation had been the usual things they would always talk about.

Him checking in on her, while her mother grumbled about something he did during the meeting they had earlier in the day, before joining the call, and her smiling while she enjoyed the conversation and wondered how she got so lucky to have them.

The call ended about 10 mins after, there wasn’t much to talk about today, her parents were really exhausted from the day’s activities, and she bade them goodbye quickly before her Father would realize something was off with her and they would fly down here again.

Crazy!

She chuckled as she dropped the phone on the dressing table, thinking of how that had turned out last time.

Then slowly, her smile faded away and her brows furrowed in deep thinking.

Chris had said that while making this decision, she had to think only of herself but that was something she couldn’t do.

She had a family and she must think about them too.

She wanted to tell herself that there was a way she could keep them out of it but that thought was immediately countered by the memory of what they did to Elsa became of Chris.

Her alarm rang again and she snoozed it, then leaned back into her thoughts.

Whoseover did that to Elsa was definitely  from Chris’s world and if she chose to be with him, it meant that she would be putting everything on the line, being an enemy to his enemies.

She would be risking everything, including her family!

A chill ran over her and her frown deepened.

She couldn’t do that.

Even she wasn’t ready to go down that hole herself.

She wiped off her make up, stood up, turned off the lights and locked the door before she proceeded to strip off her gown to slip into her nightgown.

She settled into bed, drawing the covers over herself, as she stared blankly into space.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The alarm rang again.

It was 9pm.

Her hands tightened on the pillow, her face hard till the ringing was over, then tears rolled silently down her cheeks and she closed her eyes.

Throughout the night she stayed wide awake, asking herself if her decision was right, while she glanced in the direction of her phone every once in a while.

Chris did not call neither did he send a message.

He did exactly as he had promised.

As it got later and later into the night and the silence began to take over, she knew this was it, the end of the road for both of them.

***

That had been two weeks ago and ever since then it had all been hell.

Chris had been right when he had told her that she would miss him terribly.

It felt like a vital part of her had rip out of her and now she was walking around with a void, incomplete.

She had chosen this path though and so she was willing to deal with the consequences.

Besides, Elsa had fortunately been free a lot these days.

They had been able to go out together and have fun, it felt good that Elsa was the one initiating all their outings.

It almost felt like she made herself free just to catch up and go out with Ivy.

Even today they had been out attending all those parties that Ivy would have normally turned down.

It had been a long day of fighting her feelings as usual while trying to occupy her mind as much as possible. Exhausted and in her nightgown, she sat next to Elsa on the sofa, her gaze fixed on the TV screen with the colorful moving figures.

“She is the killer, I’m sure of it.” Ivy said, her words coming out in a drunken slur.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to dump this for a romance?” Elsa asked for the hundredth time. “Murder mysteries unsettles me.”

“You?”

“Especially when they are still unresolved,” Elsa added pointedly.

“How ironical,” Ivy chuckled lowly then she stopped abruptly, looking up quickly at Elsa, then away.

She didn’t know why she was thinking about this only now but it just suddenly flashed in her mind.

Ever since Elsa fought with the Butler, she had never seen him again.

Could it be that…

Shs looked up at Elsa again then quickly away.

No way.

Her heart started racing as subtle fear seeped into her veins, considering that she was also now slightly drunk, standing up to get another glass of champagne didn’t go well.

She staggered, almost crashing to the floor.

Elsa had caught her before that though.

A loud sound of something crashing against the floor rang through the room.

“Are you alright?”

“Uh… yes?” She said standing up to her feet, her gaze on the broken champagne bottle that had dug slightly into her palm.

That had happened so fast.

She felt Elsa’s hand around her wrist at that moment and the next words she heard sent her into a spiral of fear.

“You are bleeding.”