Exploration
Diana sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. It felt like she had only slept a few hours, but the sunshine streaming in through the huge windows suggested otherwise. She yawned and attempted to roll off of the bed, only to find that she couldn't. Caine was lying fast asleep next to her, his arms around her waist.
Diana looked at Caine and frowned. What had happened last night? She remembered Caine telling her he had thrown Penny off of the island, but she couldn't remember anything after that. Had she slept with Caine last night? Well she obviously slept with him, he was lying right here, but did she sleep with him? She certainly wasn't going to ask him though. Best not to get his hopes up.
She yawned and elbowed Caine in the neck. "Caine, wake up."
Caine opened his eyes, and smiled at her saying "I love you too, Diana." Then he shut his eyes and fell back asleep.
Diana rolled her eyes and sighed. Caine was always hard to wake up. He slept like the dead. She put her hands on Caine's bare shoulder, his warm skin sending butterflies into Diana's stomach. Ignoring the butterflies in her stomach, Diana shook Caine's arm, yelling obscene words into his ear so that he would wake up.
He looked at her through half closed eyes and pretended to still be asleep. Diana was so cute when she was mad.
"Caine, get up! Or at least take your hands off of me, I would kind of like to get up."
Caine opened his eyes and looked at Diana. "You know what they said about the handsome prince who fell asleep for 100 years? Only true love's kiss could wake him up."
Diana laughed. "That was Sleeping Beauty, and she was a princess."
Caine glared at her and sat up, folding his arms across his chest. "Point being, if your going to wake me up before the crack of dawn, you cold at least do it nicely."
"Point taken." Diana said, getting out of bed, now that she wasn't confined there by Caine. "Next time I'll keep a bucket full of ice water to pour on you. Is that sweet enough for you, or do I need to go down to the kitchen and add a box or too of Splenda for you?"
"Was there a point as to why you've woken me up, or did you want to just talk to my handsome self?" Caine asked, starting to get annoyed.
"Yeah, you kind of had an iron grip on my waist. And as I said before, I had kind of wanted to get up. She said, walking into the huge closet that had previously belonged to Jennifer, one of the millionaire actors that owned the island prior to the beginning of the Fayz.
"Admit it." Caine said, running his fingers through his messy brown hair that was far too long after 7 months without a haircut. He absentmindedly thought about cutting it himself later that day. Or at least asking Diana too. He kind of wished he had kept Penny around. Her mom had been a hairdresser, hadn't she? Maybe Penny could have cut his hair if she was. Or maybe he was confusing Penny with that other girl, Taylor. "You liked sleeping with me."
"So what if I didn't?" Diana asked, sick of Caine constantly throwing her love for him in her face as an excuse for everything. She did love him, but she couldn't stand the way he was acting. But they had slept together? Diana though, startled. Another part of Diana wondered why it mattered anyway. Even after all that Caine had told her, and even though she now admitted to herself that she loved him, she didn't want to be with him. Diana no longer wanted to stay on this island with him constantly manipulating her with kisses as he had done yesterday. She wanted to leave Caine here, stuck with Bug and whatever was left of Penny. He had left her for those horrible three months while he had been taken over by his Gaiaphage, and never said a word of thanks to her. Never appreciated anything she had done for him. The only time he had showed concern for her was when she had almost killed herself from jumping off that cliff. But Diana didn't want to die, she knew a part of her wanted to stay alive, it was the twisted part of her that still wanted Caine. She wanted Caine to feel he pain of being left alone, to have no one appreciate you, to see how it felt to be manipulated into doing things for the sole reason of it being the person you love. "You really need to get over yourself Caine," she stated while changing into a pair of gray skinny jeans and pink tank top she found in the back of Jennifer's closet. "I'm finding it really annoying."
"But you still love me." Caine said, using that stupid excuse again. If she heard it one more time, Diana swore she was going to push him off of that damned cliff personally.
"You know," Diana started as she walked out of the closet and looked in the mirror, brushing her hair. "That may be the biggest thing I am starting to regret currently."
Caine looked at her, unbelieving. "Ha Ha. Very funny. Now, do I have to get up and help you with whatever your doing, or am I allowed to sleep?"
Diana looked at Caine sweetly. "Which one would make you happier, baby?"
Caine smiled at her. "Sleeping."
Diana's sweet smile quickly turned into a glare. "Then get your stupid ass downstairs." She stated as she walked out of the room, slamming the white curtained French doors behind her.
Eventually, Caine finally marched his feet unhappily down the marble staircase and past the saloon style shutter doors into the kitchen. He looked at Diana and smirked. "So babe, what did you need my exquisite presence for?"
Diana turned and looked at him, almost laughing. "Babe? Caine, sweetie, just because we slept together doesn't mean you can start calling me by pet names now."
"But-" Caine started to say, but Diana put her finger to his lips.
"Shh. No buts." Diana said, pouring milk into two bowlfuls of cereal and sliding one bowl of cereal across the island to him. Diana could do a lot of things, but she sure as hell couldn't cook. She took a bite of the cereal, and swallowed. "Look, Caine, there's no boat. The yacht they had is ruined beyond repair. They maybe took the last form of escape from this island when they left. I don't know how long we'll be stuck here. And admit it, you don't either. So the way I see it is we'd better-" She paused, to cough, obviously the cheerio did not want to be eaten.
Caine picked up where she left off, understanding what she meant. "We'd better see how much food and clothes there are, how much electricity is left, how much water." Caine nodded, he was halfway done with his cereal by now. He ate another bite and proceeded, "while were at it, we'd better see if there was another spare boat or something. Maybe not a helicopter, but sometime of the sort."
Diana looked out the window overlooking the cliff where she almost jumped that face Perdido Beach. "What do you think they're doing about the fire? About Zil?"
"It looks like they've contained the fire by now. Hopefully they've killed the Zil creep. He was really starting to annoy me with his 'anti-freak' regime. Did you hear what he called me? He told me I was the Prince of Wales of freaks! I don't even know what that is!"
"Was he really back there?" Diana asked quietly.
Caine looked at her like she was crazy. But considering they had been through 7 months of fear, exhaustion, hunger, and darkness, there was a high possibility that they were all crazy. Crazy by the standards of the old world. "Of course Sam was really back there, where else would he be!"
Diana shook her head, obviously annoyed. "Not. Sam." She said, taking breaths in between the words, as if she couldn't believe what she was going to say next. "Drake."
Caine dropped his spoon back into the bowl of Cheerios. So she had seen him too. Seen him more than once. Enough to know that it wasn't her imagination. Just like Caine did. "I . . I think so." Caine stuttered, not wanting to believe the sadistic freak had come back to life. "But it couldn't be, could it? I killed him! I buried him into that mine shaft so deep you couldn't see the light. With so many pounds of rocks on him there would be no way he could get them off, let alone stay alive." Caine looked at Diana, who understood completely, she had been there with him, although she had been dying. "I don't want to believe he's back, Diana, but no one else has that arm. No one else has that laugh. No one else has a whip strong enough to shred your flesh to piece. No one but Drake."
"So then . . he really is back?"
Caine reached across he island and touched Diana's hand. "Unless Sam or one of his people killed him, I think we're going to have to say he really is back."
"But, how?" Diana asked, fear of ever having to deal with Drake again seeping into her voice.
"Don't worry, we're on an island with no way to get up the cliffs, we'll be fine Diana.''
Diana realized something. It clicked right into place for her now. "It was your precious Gaiaphage that brought him back, wasn't it?"
Caine realized this was probably true. He looked at Diana nervously. "So let's go see what there is on this island, shall we?" He asked as he walked over to the entrance of the kitchen, waiting for Diana to follow him out.
Out of the twenty two rooms in the mansion, only fifteen of them were bedrooms. Both Jennifer and Todd had their own master bedroom, and upon seeing Todd's "magnificent" bedroom, Caine claimed it as his own. Diana decided she would stay in Jennifer's bedroom on the third floor, while Caine stayed on the second floor. Diana felt safer higher up. Like there would e less of a chance Drake would find her. There was a nursery for the youngest of the pair's adoptive children, and then four other children's bedrooms for their other four adopted children. The other eight bedrooms were all guest bedrooms, complete with their own walk in closet, bathroom, and patio. These fifteen bedrooms took up the second and third floors, leaving the other seven rooms for the first and fourth floors.
On the first floor, there had been the kitchen, the dining room, and a parlor filled with comfortable chairs and couches all huddles around fireplaces and tables littered with old magazines. There had also been a generic living room. A plasma screen TV bolted onto the wall, couches, and a few toys for the children who seemed they rarely would ever play down here. There were also multiple bathrooms on every floor, but Caine and Diana weren't counting those and actual rooms. Neither were they counting the broom cupboards or the coat closets as actual rooms either.
There were three rooms on the fourth floor. When Caine and Diana walked up the huge spiraling staircase, it opened up into a loft of sorts, with armchairs, lamps and coffee tables placed through the scene. To their left and right that was a regular white door on each side, and in front of them was a set of French doors. Diana thought that whoever had designed this house must be French, because there were so many sets of French doors.
Caine and Diana opened up the door to their left first. It was a very light room, painted sea foam green with huge windows on every piece of the walls, letting in all of the light that was possible to let in. It was a study, and office. Along the back wall there was a huge bookshelf, overflowing with books, and a set of matching golden armchairs sat next to them. The walls with the windows in them were filled with the most high tech computers Caine and Diana had seen. This place would be Computer Jack's heaven. Diana absentmindedly wondered if it would allow her to log onto her myspace, she wondered how many new notifications she would have. But then she remembered that inside the Fayz, there was no Internet. No Facebook. No Myspace. No IM.
Caine looked around and grabbed Diana's, who was still mesmerized by the room, hand, pulling her out of the room and into the other room that was to their right. It was a conference room. There was nothing in it except for a huge window in the back, with a projector hanging from the ceiling and a screen dangling from in front of the window. Along the back there was a counter, with a microwave, mini fridge, and a coffee maker, all laying unused, the coffee in the pot an the food in the microwave probably so rotten it had gained the ability to move. In the center of the room there was a huge mahogany table, surrounded by office chairs. Caine and Diana turned their back on this room, as there was nothing to see, and walked into the room behind the 82nd pair of French doors they had seen that day.
The room was amazing. Caine had seen it before, on their first day on the island, but Diana had never seen it. The awesomeness of the room was reflected on both of their faces however. There were huge ceiling to floor windows on every piece of the wall, except for where the huge plasma screen TV was plastered to the wall. In the middle of the room was an air hockey table, and behind that was a trampoline. There was everything a teenager and child, or an immature adult, could want. There were couches, a closet full of games, a clsoet full of DVDs and VHS tapes to watch, a bubble blower, as well as a ballpit, arcade game and so much more.
"Wow." Diana said, turning around in the room as to see everything. It was the most amazing thing she had seen so far. "This is . . This is . . wow."
Caine looked at her and grinned. "I'll race you to the ball pit." He said, grinning as she ran towards the huge pool filled to the brim with the plastic balls. Diana's kindergarten teacher had one of these in her classroom, except it was full of beans, and obviously called the bean box.
Caine and Diana played in the ball pit for a while, before Diana jumped out of the pool, claiming she could beat Caine to the trampoline. She did beat Caine, and they turned on a few of the bubble machines, proceeding to see who could pop the most while jumping on the trampoline.
Half an hour later, both Diana and Caine were laughing hysterically and terribly exhausted. Diana walked over to one of the couches and flopped down on top of it, extremely tired. Thats when Caine noticed she was floating in mid air, and Diana realized she was laying on something.
"BUG!" Both Caine and Diana yelled, and Diana backed away from the couch and Caine came closer to it.
Bug looked up at Caine and Diana, he was terrified at what the two of them might do to him for hiding out up here, invisible, while they had to deal with Penny.
"Show yourself!" Caine yelled, and the moment he did, Bug appeared, sitting up on the couch.
Diana looked at Bug, almost looked like she was pitying him for what Caine might be about to do, but then she turned her attention back to Caine.
"What are you doing up here?" Caine asked calmly.
"I . . I ran up here as soon as you let me go and stopped smashing me into walls." bug said meekly, not wanting Caine to throw him somewhere again.
"Well, it looks like that is just too bad for you Bug." Caine said, smirking. "Because my other play toy I was using to throw into things got thrown off of the cliff. Wouldn't want that to be you, would you?"
"No." Bug said, terrified that he too was going to be thrown off the cliff to his death.
"Well then." Caine said, grabbing Bugs hand and standing him up, pushing him towards the door. "You'd better go down to the ground level and search every inch of this island outside of this house for a way off of this island." Caine pushed Bug out of the door and nearly down the stairs.
"Stupid Caine. Stupid Diana." Bug muttered to himself as he walked quickly down the rest of the steps, heading outside to go on his mission for Caine. Why did he have to tell Caine about this stupid island anyways?
Bug had been outside searching for what Caine had told him to look for for no more than five minutes when he saw it. Back in the forest, something shined at him. He quickly ran over to it. It was a metal boat. Meant for no more than 2 people. It was crumpled horribly by the trees, but he could fix it. The problem would be getting himself, and maybe saving Diana too, off of this hell hole of an island without Caine noticing.