Part Twenty-Eight:

Before I could disagree, Jestin dragged me into view of her Pontiac Firebird.

"Why not kidnap me again,"I said sarcastically,"It's obviously a profession by you two." Jestin rolled her eyes and shoved me into the car,"Stop complaining." When she got in the car, Jestin glanced at me. "I've got a question,"she asked. I sighed,"No." Jestin smiled, but continued to ask,"Was Logan kidnapping you or did you actually agree to be a werewolf?" Doesn't she ask the right questions? "I agreed,"I replied shortly. Jestin glared at me,"What for?!"

I glared at her in return, but not my poisonous glare. "It's my business, you go on about your own,"I snapped in reply. Like I'm going to tell her that it was because I was...afraid for Logan's health. God, I'm stupid. Jestin didn't seem to want to let this go. "You act as if VAMPIRES are monsters,"she said furiously,"And THEN you go off and try to turn yourself into something WORSE." I...wow...I do believe that I've never seen Jestin this angry. It's...wow.

"I can NOT believe this,"Jestin yelled, making me jump when she slammed her fists on the steering wheel. "Geez Louise, Jes,"I said in shock,"It's a werewolf. They're in the same league as you freaks, for crying out loud." I suddenly found that I regretted saying that. The next second, tires were screeching on cement, I flew forward, and then my head collided with the dashboard of the car. The car stopped and I was slammed back against the seat painfully.

I reached up and grabbed my now bleeding forehead. "Son of a BITCH, Jestin,"I yelled in furious pain. I blinked the stars in my eyes and saw Jestin--with narrowed eyes--glaring at me. "Don't you EVER,"she snarled,"Put US in league with WEREWOLVES. Do you understand me?" I pulled my hand from my head and looked at the blood smeared on my fingertips. Then I suddenly felt so much rage built up inside me. This means war.

I turned to Jestin. "You vampires are EXACTLY like werewolves,"I growled furiously,"No difference, what-so-ever. You'll both die in non-existant hell." Ok, my anger is spent, now. And suddenly (by the look on Jestin's face) I wish I had not said that. I turned and opened the car door. Then I ran out the car just as Jestin swiped at me. I didn't go far, though. I mean, I just got two steps away when Jestin hopped from her side of the car. I froze, glancing on both sides.

"Now, Ivy, we're best friends. I'm not going to hurt you,"Jestin said in a voice that clearly stated she was going to kill me. "You're not like werewolves,"I said quickly,"I don't know what I was thinking." This sucking up didn't seem to work, though. Jestin only pulled a forced smile. "Oh, I understand,"she said shortly,"Let's make-up. Come over here." As if. First Daviel, now Jestin. I just have a knack for pissing people off, huh? And this was the nice one.

"No, I'll stay over here. It smells better,"I said carefully. Suddenly, Jestin jumped at me and I dropped to the ground. Within seconds, I rolled under the car. "Get out from under there,"Jestin said in disbelief. No way! Jestin got on her knees and peered under the car at me. "Ok, fine, I won't kill you,"Jestin said, suddenly sounding sincere,"That's Daviel's way. Come out, now, before we're caught by someone...or something." After a second, I said,"You swear?"

I'm not so keen on trusting her. "I swear on my mother's grave,"Jestin stated,"Come on. I'm not exactly fit to protect you out here, you know." I gulped. Ok, I think she's telling the truth. Wouldn't it suck if she wasn't? Then I'd be dinner. Grreeaat. But I think it's ok, now. I slowly crawled out from under the car. The moment I was up, Jestin glared at me. "I'm not going to kill you, but I swear that if you ever say I'm like those disgusting dogs again...I WILL get Daviel to kill you,"Jestin said.

Then she smiled brightly in innocence. "I might not be so great at killing you anyways,"she said with a shrug. Then she went to the driver's side and got into the car. "GET IN,"she yelled. Man, is she pushy or what?! I got in and we started driving some more. After a while of silent driving, Jestin suddenly said,"Sorry about your hea-" I interupted,"Shut up." I'm not much into forgiving at this point. Jestin suddenly pulled into a different driveway. After a moment, we were pulling into the driveway of another house.

"What's this,"I asked in confusion. Jestin shrugged,"We figured you'd tell on us, so we moved." Jestin then turned at looked at me. "Well,"she said,"Daviel figured you'd tell on us, actually." Go figure. I stepped out of the car and followed Jestin into this new place of theirs. It was definitly smaller than their last place. Not as small as my own home, though. "So,"I said slowly,"What is this nice visit all about, anyways?" Suddenly, Jestin looked slightly nervous.

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously,"Why did you two show up, Jessy?" Jestin glanced up at the ceiling,"Ummm...Uh..well..it's uh..." I scoffed,"Come on. Spit it out." Before Jestin could say anything, Tyra burst into the room. "What is she doing here,"both Tyra and I said in unison. "Right,"Jestin said,"About that..." The front door opened and Daviel said,"Ok, I'm going to kill that dog." Look it, we're all together again. A reunion I'm not too happy about.

Tyra glared at me, which I gladly returned the glare, before turning to go greet her precious Daviel. Ugh. She makes me sick. "Oh my God,"Tyra suddenly said,"Are you ok? Look at you! Oh my God!" I sat down on the couch, completely ignoring Daviel--who now had Jestin and Tyra asking him if he was all right. I wasn't even looking to see what was wrong with him. "That won't heal easily, Daviel,"Jestin said knowingly,"And it looks like you have something stuck around here." The moment she said that, Daviel yelled,"Don't mess with it!"

I smirked, but didn't look towards the door. Yet, if these are vampires, why won't it heal easily? Everything heals easily for them. I heard Tyra mutter something, but didn't catch what she said. But Jestin hissed something else I didn't hear. Then Daviel said,"All right, I got it. Bleeding Christ, where is she?" Tyra replied eagarly,"In there." I winced and lowered deeper into the couch. I'm now wondering what Tyra said to have Daviel want to talk to me.

"You two go away,"Daviel suddenly said. I stood up to run off before he got in here. "EH, not you! You stay put, Ivy,"Daviel suddenly yelled and I stopped where I stood. Tyra and Jestin disappeared, but I stayed put--like Daviel ordered. I heard Daviel walk into the room and then he said,"Sit down." I started to turn and said,"I don't know why you wuh-" My words left me when I looked at Daviel. He was a bloody mess. There were gashes across his neck, chest, and arms. Then there was blood smeared all over him.

"Some fight,"was all I could say, but with guilt. Daviel pointed at the couch,"Sit." I sat down. He didn't look in the mood to argue at this point, and I didn't feel as if provoking a vampire who has lost a lot of blood was safe. Daviel grabbed another chair and pulled it over to me. Then he sat in front of me. Daviel sighed and said,"Ok. It's nice that you weren't so stupid as to tell who Jestin and I were...seeing as I would have hunted you down and killed you painfully."

That's so assurring of you. Thanks. I only nodded slightly. I mean, he already did hunt me down. Hasn't killed me, yet, but number one has been checked off the list. "But,"Daviel said--oh, I hate the but--,"You happened to have told information on Tyra. Accidently, I'm sure." Accident my ass. But I didn't reply what-so-ever. I'm just going to let this all blow over sweetly. Daviel waited a moment, then raised his eyebrows. "Right, then,"he said slowly,"Tyra is very upset about that."

I accidently snorted, but quickly stopped. Like I care whether or not she's upset. I hope it's killing her. Daviel caught this fact, though. "She thinks it's because of certain...now this may sound absolutely crazy, but because of certain feelings you may have towards me,"Daviel stated with a smirk. I actually did laugh at this. "Yeah, right,"I said sarcastically,"Oh, Davvy, I absolutely LOVE you. Marry me." Daviel laughed. I mean, he's laughed sarcastically, but he actually laughed. Go me! I meant...so what?

"No,"I said with a serious face,"I'm serious. Marry me. NOW." Daviel got up and I winced suddenly. But he only sat down next to me. "Ok, Ok. I get it,"he said,"You just don't like Tyra." I smiled brightly,"Exactly." He suddenly put his arm around me in a friendly way. Once again, I winced. Daviel seemed to have saw it, but before he said anything, I intercepted,"You're getting blood all over me. It's disgusting." It was a clear statement that said 'Get the fuck off me'.

Instead, he only smiled and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck. "Well,"Daviel said in a careless voice,"I've heard some great news, lately." Then he tightened his grip on my neck and I winced for a good reason this time. Now, I feel like I've fallen in a trap. How stupid of me. "Actually, Jestin said you told her you wanted to be a--,"Daviel seemed to hate the thought of the next word,"werewolf." Son of a hobo. That little rat. "So what,"I snapped,"It's my life, I'll do what I want."

I guess I said the wrong thing. Daviel suddenly grabbed my wrists and turned me towards him. "You're NOT going to be a werewolf,"he growled,"Not ever. Not if I can help it. But maybe you want your life cursed. Why not turn you into a vampire? It's much better than a werewolf. The thirst is more of a killer to us, but you can handle it, I'm sure." Daviel brandished his fangs and I yelled,"NO, get off me!" He only tightened his grip, his eyes swimming with blood like when he had killed that girl.

"No, please,"I begged,"I don't want to be a vampire!" Daviel growled in reply,"But you'd be a werewolf anyday? No, I think being vampire will show you. You humans are stupid, wanting to be like us so much. You think you're worse off, when you have it better. But I'd be happy to show you what it's like." And then he brought my neck towards him. "I didn't even want to be a werewolf,"I yelled with tears in my closed eyes,"He was forcing me! He said--he said--"

My own words were choking me. Or maybe I was having a panic attack. Or maybe I just didn't want to tell him what Logan said. Yet, I didn't feel those painful acid teeth in my flesh. "He said what,"Daviel asked, suddenly not sounding so angry. I clamped my mouth shut along with my eyes. "HE SAID WHAT,"Daviel yelled furiously. Fine! Fine, I'll fucking tell him. "He said he'd kill Jestin,"I said in defeat. Then I added with a mutter,"And you."

I opened my eyes to see if he was still planning on turning me into a freak. "You think he can kill me,"Daviel asked with disbelief,"He ran away!" I shrugged. "Well...he has a pack, you know,"I said stubbornly. Plus, Daviel looked messed up by Logan alone. Imagine if all of them went after him. "That pack was cut in half when we went and got you way back ago,"Daviel stated dully,"And I don't want you to go killing yourself just because you're afraid for the health of us. We've lived a long time. We can handle ourselves."

He let go of my neck and wrists. I backed away from him quickly. "Don't worry,"Daviel said with amusement,"I'm done with terrorizing you for tonight. Maybe you can worry tomorrow. I'm sure you'll come up with one way to piss me off by then." Daviel stood up slowly and turned towards the door. I saw more gashes along his back, along with what looked like a piece of the metal on my mailbox stabbed deep into his upper back. "Jestin,"Daviel yelled out,"I'm going to need your help with this."

After a second, no one answer. "JESTIN,"Daviel yelled louder. No answer. Daviel turned to glare at me. "What,"I asked with an attitude. I didn't do anything! Daviel turned around, muttering, and walked off to the other rooms. "And he thinks I'm stupid,"I muttered myself. After a minute, Daviel came back into the room. "She left a note. She took off with Tyra and they won't be back until tomorrow,"Daviel stated furiously. Then he looked at me,"Fine, you'll help me." Sure...wait, what?