Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Ivy stilled to where was petrified, the laughter from the comedy she was watching a while ago now fading away into a distant noise.

“I’m listening.”

“Tell Chrslistopher to come and get his human.”

Just after that, she could hear Elsa shouting again.

“Don’t listen to these crazy Fuckers, Ivy! They are not hu—” her voice cut short.

Silence.

Ivy’s grip tightened around her phone, her breath hitched, her eyes watering with tears.

“She doesn’t have much time,” the voice that had been speaking to her earlier said again, then line went dead.

No, no, no, no, no!

He didn’t give her any information!

She quickly tried to call back the number but it was impossible.

Then she got a message.

It was them.

There was the address of where Elsa was, hopefully, and a warning for her not to tell anyone except Christopher.

Then there was the time Elsa had left, ticking away.

30 mins.

***

Ivy’s shaky hands held the steering wheel in a death grip.

She looked straight at the map on her phone, her eyes watery and blurry with tears.

She didn’t even know when she had dialed Christopher’s number and told him everything, as she had hurried out of the house and down to her car.

She hadn’t told Davies anything, although it was strange that she wanted to drive herself, Davies didn’t ask any questions.

He was one to always mind his business and he wasn’t so much against having time off from his work either.

The voice of the man on the phone replayed in her head once again.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Something about it sounded farmilar but this wasn’t the time to figure it out.

Sweat dripped down her forehead, her hands slipped down the steering wheel as she watched the screen of her phone, waiting for it to bring the result of the address she had searched up on the electronic map.

She was breathing fast.

She knew that even when the result would arrive, she would in too much shock and fear to even be able to drive.

Elsa could be dying right now, why was this search taking forever?!

She banged her hands against the steering wheel, trying to stop them from vibrating as she cursed underneath her breath.

The result came and her world crashed even more around her.

It would take an hour to get there?! And that was even without traffic!

Her heart tore apart when she saw that she now had only 25 mins, no longer 30.

She turned the key in the ignition, her body bumping with adrenaline but as if Fate was against her, the car refused to start.

“No, no, no, no, NO! Please, don’t do this!”

There was call at that moment.

The name “My Christopher” displayed on the screen.

She picked it up quickly.

“It won’t start. The car won’t start!”

“I’m outside. Hurry up.”

Outside?!

How did he– not now.

She ran outside, slipped into the frontseat of his car.

“Just start driving. We only have a little above 20 mins,”

“Seatbelt?”

She obeyed, quickly.

Then the car roared to life and sped off.

Never in Ivy’s life, had she been in a car that went at such risky speed. Everything at either sides of the road seemed like a blur, who knew that sped had it own powerful voice.

Although Elsa was a reckless and fast driver, she had never driven like this, only a person who was certain that they had another life stored somewhere could drive like this.

Ivy stared straight ahead, determined.

If she died tonight trying to save Elsa, it would be worth it.

Except that, he just took a wrong turn!

“What are you doing?! We were supposed to take the left. Turn around!”

“Read the address backwards,” he replied calmly, still driving insanely fast.

“Blood Street? That is ten minutes away but–” she paused. That made sense. “How did you know that is where we are supposed to go?”

“They told you to tell me for a reason.”

Soon enough the car screeched to a halt, and she jerked forward, the seatbelt pulling her firmly and safely back.

It was quiet for only a second before a black van, sped out from a corner, almost crashing into them, save for Chris skillfully swirling them away.

The van went down the street, fading quickly into the blackness.

They didn’t go after the van, instead they got down, searching for Elsa.

The street was dark, safe for the dim streetlights that lit up the road, also the buildings here seem to be desolate.

The one in front of them though, seemed like a warehouse and the door was widely openly. The yellow bulb in the room showed that there was a woman on the floor, wearing a sleeveless green gown, her bare back turned to them… and that ridiculous purple hair!

She would recognize it anywhere!

“Elsa!” Ivy ran straight inside, dropping to her kneels right next to her.

Her hands went around Elsa’s, flinching slightly from how cold she was, as she turned her over before a frightened gasp escaped her lips.

“Elsa.”

Elsa was bleeding, her hand was pressed firmly against the lower left side of her stomach, while a large circular red color filled that part of her gown.

There was blood sipping out through the lines of her pressed fingers, dripping down the back of her palm and around it.

“I–vy,” she whispered, smiling weakly up at her.

Ivy jumped right into action, although she couldn’t say that she knew what she was doing.

Everything was happening so fast.

She was looking for her phone. She had call an ambulance but she just couldn’t find it!

“Amryelsa,” Chris fell to one kneel by her side too.

“S-save me,” she choked out, her eyes pleading desperately.

He had this deep and serious look on his face as he studied her. He reached out for her bloodied hand and pulled it away gently.

There was deep long scratch, like as if a wild beast had clawed her.

It was messy.

“I d-don’t w-want…. to die. T-they— said,” she said in-between pants, coughing, then she gulped, fighting tears and pain, holding onto Chris’s hand, staining his shirt with her blood along the process. “… you can.”

The blood was too much, Ivy could see her slowly fading away, her vision becoming distant.

Ivy bent down, trying to carry Elsa.

“We need to get her to the hospital right now!”

He stood up, looked Elsa over once again, then he sighed, a deep frown still on his face.

“We are too late.”