Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

“I prefer this than being dead,” then she added on a light tone. “Besides, do you have any idea how powerful I am now.”

Ivy rolled her eyes.

Not this talk of power again.

“I could even snap you into two for stealing my boyfriend.”

Ivy’s grip around the doorknob tightened immediately, her shoulders tensed.

“I didn’t–”

“I know. I was only joking.” She took a step forward and Ivy’s eyes widened in alert, she must have observed that because she immediately retracted her step back to where she had been standing before.

Seeing this, Ivy’s grip on doorknob loosened, although her hand still held it.

“I owe you an apology. It was wrong for me to have tricked you like that. To have used you, used everyone. I’m so sorry that I lied to you. I know this might need some making up to. I’m ready to do anything. I also know that my outburst was terrible and uncalled for. You are my best friend. Best friends don’t treat their best friends that way. Please, forgive me. Losing you is going to hurt me fore–”

“I have already forgiven you.”

Elsa paused, looking up at her with surprise in her eyes.

“I just— I—,” Ivy paused before she finally said, “I should have been more patient, maybe this wouldn’t have happened to you, maybe we would have been able to talk things out.”

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“I’m older, I should have found a way to calm you down.”

“You always do this,” Elsa snapped. “I’m the one clearly at fault yet you always blame yourself. Why?”

“Look at you,” she said, suppressing tears. “Look at what I have done to you.”

“Don’t say that, I’m okay.”

But the overwhelming feeling that was seeping through Ivy’s veins was too consuming and she hadn’t heart her.

“What I have done to you,” she repeated.

“You have done nothing to me,” her voice was low, convincing and firm. “If anyone should be blame for what happened to me, then it will be no other person but myself. I did this to me. I was the one trying to forcefully get involved with Chris,” she chuckled dryly. “They must have thought I was someone of really high importance to him and that is why they had gotten back at him for something I don’t really understand yet, through me.”

“You are important,” she said to comfort her, realizing only after she had said it that, she shouldn’t have.

“Maybe now I am, he is my Sire after all and it the duty of the Sire to care for those they sires.”

Elsa moved from the wall with silent and graceful ease and Ivy caught on that.

It reminded her of how she had stood up from the crash in the laboratory downstairs and more about what had happened down hours ago.

Elsa continued talking about how although all these was different for her, she felt a little nervous about the new world awaiting but she loved the power but Ivy wasn’t really listening, instead she was thinking of something else.

“Did you kill him?” She asked, silently but somehow, Elsa had heard her and stopped talking immediately.

“Kill who?”

“The Butler.”

“No,” she laughed. “He is very much alive.” Then she paused, “not literally in that sense but you get what I mean.”

Ivy’s gaze snapped up at her immediately, the fact that her friend was already dead finally crashing on her.

She had been battling with the thought that Elsa was a different Being, a dangerous creature, a vampire but she hadn’t given what that actually meant, asides from living on blood.

A living dead.

This was all too much for her.

She frowned, looking at Elsa who was fighting back a laugh most likely about the joke she had just said about the Butler.

This didn’t make sense!

None of it did!

In fact, none of this was funny!

How was she the one thinking logically in this situation?

She needed to fix it all right now.

“I’ll fix you.”

“W-what?”

“I’ll get you to the best hospital, and have the finest doctors in MoonCity fix you. In no time, you’ll be back to normal.” The words blurted right out of her mouth without thinking.

She didn’t even know if it was logical or not, she just felt this really desperate need to help her friend, even though she seemed like she didn’t need it.

Ivy knew better, Elsa needed help.

“Alive.” She ended on that note and Elsa blinked.

“And how do you plan to get me to the hospital?”

“I don’t know. Maybe tie your hands and put a muzzle around your mouth? I– I don’t know! I just have to get you out of here, you need help and I know it.”

Elsa sighed shortly in frustration before she spoke again, “Don’t you you get it Ivy. I’m no longer alive. And if I leave with you now without knowing how to control myself, I’m a danger to you and everyone.” The she paused. Were those words hurting her too?

“Remember what happened? It still kills me that I allowed that to happen. I’ll never be able to forgive myself, if I ever do something to you because of my bloodlust ever again.”

A silence passed between them. Heavy.

“Elsa,” she called her name, blinking her tears away. Her grip on the doorknob once again tight, although not from fear this time but from pain, lose and grieve.

“I was a monster to you. I don’t want to ever be that again,” Elsa face was hard as she clenched and unclenched her fists by her sides. Then she let out a breath and continued. “I understand that you need to go back home but you will have to return without me.

“And what will I tell Aunt Alice?” Ivy forced out.

Tears were choking her throat. At this point, it even hurt to talk.

“It’s you,” Elsa chuckled, although her eyes were glimmering with unshed tears. “You’ll know what to say,” she shrugged.

“You are right,” Ivy tried to force a laugh to lighten up the mood but she just couldn’t.

“Promise me you won’t blame yourself for this again.”

“Elsa,” she said, looking down at the floor, her eyes blurry with tears she was trying to restrain.

“Just… please promise me.”

She looked up, nodding. “I do, I promise you.”

Ivy could control it no more and the tears flowed.

“Won’t you even let me hug you?”

Her hands tightened around the doorknob.

That was a risk she wasn’t willing to take. Her body was still shaky from the fear of the last time she had been close to her.

She looked up at her, pained to say the words but knowing that it was necessary still.

“I can’t.”

Elsa nodded in understanding, tears now flowing down her face. It was like as if that reg was the one that last straw.

“I love you.”

She said, then she picked up the bottle of wine she had brought along with her, popped it and poured it into one of the wine glasses she had placed gently on the floor a while ago.

After that, she drank all the wine in the wine glass in one gulp.

“Know it,” she ended and left, leaving the rest of the wine in the wine bottle and the other wine glass behind.

Ivy gave the wine bottle and the the glass a quick glance before closing the door, locking it, her hand still on the doorknob, her forehead pressed to the door as she sobbed quietly.

Just one night and everything had changed.