Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

They must have gotten the wrong house because everything was alright here or… could this be about Elsa, did the government know about them? What would they do to them? What about her? She a criminal now?

Different questions ran through her mind as she turned the key in the keyhole, then pushed the door slightly.

“Yes, I have every reason to believe that my daughter has been kidnapped for some days now.”

She heard her Father’s voice filter in.

Wait, her Father?! How was he back?! Last time she had spoken to him, he was in CarDavo.

“Also all the locks have been changed,” that was her Mother’s voice, firm and clear against the sirens that were blaring loudly in the background.

What was she–?

“When last did you speak to your daughter, ma’am?” That was a strange voice, most likely belonging to a police officer.

Now she understood what was going on. For some reasons that she couldn’t quite point out, her parents had thought she had been kidnapped and had taken the first flight down here to rescue her. The fact that she had changed all the locks when she had a fight with Elsa hadn’t helped matters.

She decided to pushed the door open and come out to them.

Her head was still in a state of a blur, she couldn’t quite follow the turn of event after that. All she knew was that she was pressed into hugs, then her mother had handled the police while her Father led her back inside.

He barely had the chance to bombard her with questions, when her Mother stepped in.

“Well, that has been handled,” she said, her gaze landing on Ivy. “Your Father made us take the first flight home. What happened? You are sick? You need a husband?”

“I’m fine, Ma.”

“There are many bachelors at the beach,” she continued. “We can fly back in a couple of hours. Heard you and Elsa’s are having a fight. Get her to fly back with us, she’ll find a husband too and all will be alright.”

Ivy let out a frustrated sigh, sitting back on the sofa, her gaze on her parents, “what made you even think that I wasn’t fine?”

“I said I love you and you said ‘I love you too’,” her Father stated point blank, like as if that statement justified everything. Then he continued, “you said ‘I love you too instead of  ‘nah’ or ‘there is no room for that muchiness in here’. I thought it was like a cue, a cry for help you created on the spot because you were been threatened to pretend you were okay.”

“I d-didn’t notice that.”

Her Father held her hands, pulling her up before resting his palms on her shoulders, checking her all over with his eyes.

“Are you sure you are fine?”

“I’m fine, Pa.”

Then her mother came over and pulled her into an embrace.

“Ah Romito,” she patted her head. “I missed an Investors’ meeting because of you. The things I do for you sometimes.”

Then she let her and went to the kitchen.

“Ma missed an Investor’s meeting?” Ivy asked, surprised.

Her Father shrugged, his lips stretching in a mischievous grin. “I told her you might be in grave danger.”

Ivy chuckled.

“You should have just asked me.”

“I did but you always said nothing was wrong, and I felt like something was, so I decided to be very observant.”

Ivy stepped forward, holding her Father’s hands in gratitude, “thank you for coming back.”

“Oh, I see. So I don’t deserved to be thanked for coming back?” She asked, using a teaspoon to stir the tea in the small teacup in her hand. “No, don’t get it wrong. I’m not jealous. I am above that. Goodnight.” Then she turned up the stairs to her room, but she continued mumbling, loud enough for them to hear.

“I was stuck in the plane, missing my meeting, worried sick, yet no thank you for me? Can you imagine that?”

“Thank you, Ma,” Ivy shouted after her, suppressing a laugh.

“Keep your ‘thank you’, Romito. I don’t want it.”

“Well, I’m not going to take it back.”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

She said something back but she was too far gone up the stairs for Ivy to hear.

“You are sure everything is alright with Elsa?”

“Yes, Pa.”

“Good, good.” He nodded. “We might have to leave back to CarDavo in three days. We still have unfinished business.” Then he pulled her into an embrace again. “I’m so happy to be back. I have missed you.”

She smiled.

Shs had missed them too.

***

It had been over a week now and things have been as normal as they could be.

Elsa was back and she wasn’t at the same time. The thing was that, she came home once to give a believable excuse to Aunt Alice as to why she wouldn’t be home for a while.

The truth was that she was staying with Chris, learning how to control her instincts while her need for blood was been attended to.

Where were they even getting it from?!

Was it human blood? An animal’s?

Ivy had thought about it a couple of times but she had quickly stopped herself because she kept going round and round in her thoughts and instead of a conclusion, all she got was a headache.

Talking of Chris, he had been sending her a lot of messages. Trying to convince her to agree to meeting up with him so that they could talk.

Although it was slightly annoying that “My Christopher” kept popping up on her phone in places that she wished it didn’t. She caught a couple of sly glances her way at the bar, they were most likely thinking she was here to cheat on her boyfriend.

A boyfriend she didn’t even have!

She could block his contact, she knew but somehow she didn’t want to. Asides that, she had a feeling that if she did, he would still find a way to try and communicate with her again.

All her efforts would go down the drain.

Of all the messages he had sent to her, the ones that baffled her the most were those about a claim.

Hadn’t that been settled already?

Why did he keep bringing it up?

She had eventually convinced herself that he was just making it all up.

But it had been seven days now and she has had the time to go to the club to wash it all out of her system while she got used to the fact that her best friend was a vampire and every other new event in her life.

So as she laid on the sofa this sunny Saturday afternoon, she typed the word ‘vampire’ on her phone and clicked on ‘search’.

It was said that curiousity killed the cat, thank goodness that she was no cat.

This wouldn’t kill her… hopefully.