Part Four:

I paused and leered at her, "Well let's see. I, like everyone in this entire world, am ignorant to a lot of things. So what you should be asking is 'Do you know' and then give me a list of things you wonder whether I do know. Therefore it would be very much easier for me to answer, seeing as the list of things I don't know is considerably larger than the list of things I do know."

Jestin hesitated, "Why didn't you just say something simple like...'Don't know what'? It would have been a lot easier on your voice."

I rolled my eyes and asked, "Don't know what?" My eyes traveled to my wrists that were sensitive from the rope cuts dug into my skin. Meanwhile, Jestin looked absolutely worried.

"Oh. Oh no, Daviel," she muttered timidly.

"Sorry, but I'm not Daviel, I'm I-," I cut myself off. Jestin looked up quickly with a smirk.

"Oh, you're what?" she asked curiously.

"Irene Clogamutt," I replied shortly; perfect cover-up. I sat down on the bed and looked around for the first time at Jestin's room. It was red rose themed. The bed frame was polished wood that had been rose-chiseled. I rubbed my hands over the blanket, so soft, plush, and comfy. Wait, what was I thinking? I'd be ditching soon enough. "So what is it that I don't know that Daviel seems to be included in?"

Jestin walked to the chair and sat down in front of me once again. "Ok, well...promise that you won't-" Jestin started, but I interrupted.

"No," I stated shortly, "Just tell me already." Jestin rubbed her hands together nervously.

"All right, it's simple really. Daviel and I are... vampires," Jestin said, wincing in anticipation. I only laughed.

"Yeah, sure, and pigs can fly," I stated boredly.

Jestin didn't seem to expect this. "Seriously, we're vampires; bloodsucking, sun hating, monstrous vampires," Jestin stated in a serious voice. I bent forward with a knowing look.

"Sorry to break this to you, Jestin, but vampires aren't real," I informed her with my eyebrows raised the whole time, and if I didn't hate the idea of touching her I would have patted the back of her hand reassuringly as if she were insane.

Jestin bent forward, her face inches away from mine. "Sorry to break this to you, McChugahokey, but vampires are real... and you're looking right at one," she responded to me while I rolled my eyes. I began to argue when suddenly Jestin hissed, brandishing two sharp, pointed fangs. I jumped back with a scream, did a complete roll over on the bed, and fell to the ground with a solid 'oof'.

I spotted a suitcase under the bed and grabbed the handle. Then I stood up with Jestin across the bed, also standing. "Stay BACK," I yelled, holding out the suitcase, "Don't come near me or I'll hammer you with this suitcase! Don't test me!"

Jestin held out her hands, "It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you!"

I snorted, "Yeah right! Don't even think of trying to sweet talk your way out of this, freak." Jestin suddenly looked hurt, but I didn't care. Then she looked angry and I did care. I moved quickly towards the door, but Jestin blocked it.

"You need to calm down. I kept Daviel from killing you so you owe me," Jestin cried out, her fangs in clear view. It must have been plastic surgery or a dentist appointment involving the sharpening and elongation of the canines. It happens all the time! I moved to the side and she followed me.

Then I took a breath and threw the suitcase at her. Jestin caught it, but by then I had ran to the door, opened it, and slipped out. I turned right and started running down the hallway. Probably two seconds later Jestin dived for me, landing on the ground behind me, but grabbing my ankle. I collapsed face first to the ground, carpet burning my cheek and elbows. I wasn't going to be stopped so easily, so I started crawling desperately across the floor. Jestin, meanwhile, still had ahold of my leg and was crawling on top of my back.

"Get off," I yelled furiously, "Get off you freak!" I rolled over, landing on top of Jestin. Then I elbowed her stomach with all my strength. It knocked the wind from her lungs. With this successful move, I scrambled to my feet and started to run. I fell again pitifully. I had twisted my left ankle painfully, but I wasn't going to quit.

I forced myself on my feet and started to hop as fast as I could down the hall. Jestin got up, trying to catch her breath. If she was a vampire, she was a weak one. Yet, she was still gaining on me. Then the sight of Daviel walking out an open door stopped me cold.

"She's getting away... again," Jestin shouted, frustrated. I looked to my sides, then shouldered open a door to my right. I arrived inside another room and saw there was no other doors. Just like that, I had lost...again. Then I spotted closet doors. I opened them furiously and saw this was a lot bigger than the one I had been locked it. I staggered into it quickly and shut the door, much to my own panicky nature. I guess between being attacked by a vampire or hiding in a small area, I preferred to not head off against a supernatural being.

I hopped to the very back and hid behind boxes of old, dusty clothing. In seconds, the doors burst open and Daviel's head peered into the closet. "I know you're in there," he growled in annoyance.

"So," I responded sharply. He started towards the back where I was located and I shouted, "Don't come near me. I'll...I'll..." I looked up and grabbed a hanger.

"I'll stab you in the eye with a hanger," I threatened in a deathly voice. I was already twisting the hanger to a useful weapon. There was no way I was going to get forced into a coffin. Not without a fight. Meanwhile, Daviel had paused.

"Stab me...with a hanger?" he asked skeptically, "What, am I supposed to be full of terror?" With that, he started towards me and I gulped. I stood up with my hanger and backed up as far as I could. Daviel balled his hands into fists, getting ready to disarm me of my hanger. I raised it threateningly as he stepped closer towards me.

When he didn't falter, I dropped it and closed my eyes in anticipation. After a second, I opened my eyes again to see why I didn't feel myself being attacked. Daviel was standing in front of me with his arms cross, studying me.

After a moment, he asked, "Why do you do that?"

I sighed overly dramatically and said, "I do a lot of things. I breathe, I sleep, I see, smell, hear, taste, sigh, laugh, occasionally cry, and et cetera. When you ask why I do something, my only answer could be because I'm alive and living objects happen to do things. So what you should be asking is 'why do you do' and finish the question with what I do so that I can properly answer the question… unless you ask why I live. In that case, I wouldn't be able to answer your question properly, especially since people aren't sure exactly how we begin to live in the first place. So that would be the kind of question that would be answered with 'I just do'." Daviel looked as if he was about to smile, but replaced it with a glare.

"Why do you threaten to do something, or imply that you are going to do something, but give up before even trying?" he asked so pointedly that it sounded insulting.

"Very thorough, good job," I replied sarcastically.

"Well?" Daviel asked impatiently.

"Because...," then I looked down at my feet. I'm not going to answer that. It's not his business. "I just do." Daviel shook his head and got closer, putting a finger in my face.

"No, that is a question you can answer. That is a question you will answer because I'm telling you to." I glared at him.

"Oh, shut up. You and Jestin can shut up. I'm not the one who thinks I'm a vampire, here." Daviel suddenly looked more than furious.

"Speaking of that, I saw what you did to Jestin. After all the trouble she goes through to keep you alive, you attack her just because of what she is," Daviel stated angrily.

I clicked my tongue, "What, afraid poor little human me is going to hurt your girlfriend?"

"Haha," Daviel laughed sarcastically, "No, I'm afraid you're going to hurt my little sister's feelings." I shoved him back and he shoved me against the wall, which I was already against in the first place.

"Listen," Daviel started and I interrupted, "Listening is what I do every-"

I was interrupted by Daviel, "Lis-"

"All right, all right, I'm listening," I cut him off furiously. Daviel reached for my neck, but his hands only lingered over my cross-linked choker before he instead held me against the wall by my shoulders.

"Your anger is going to-" I started, but Daviel snapped, "I told you to-"

I didn't let him finish, "I know you-"

Daviel interrupted, "If you just-"

Me, "I'm try-"

Daviel, "I swe-"

Me, "God, I'll-"

Daviel, "Shut up!"

"Fine," I roared back. He started to say something, but I intercepted, "You're irascible." Daviel flexed one hand in front of my face and balled it into a fist. He had such fury in his face from my interrupting him! Then he raised his fist and I winced in preparation, but he only slammed it into the wall just above my left shoulder.

I squeaked.

He pulled his hand out from the hole in the wall. Then Daviel flexed his bleeding hand and I widened my eyes when it healed right in front of me. Holy nasty barbeque, I was going to die.

"You listen to me, no interrupting," Daviel growled threateningly. I nodded without a word. "Don't hurt Jes' feelings anymore," He ordered with venom dripping from his words, "or I'll stick you in that coffin, nail it shut, and bury you alive in the ground eight feet under."

I couldn't breathe at the thought of it. I didn't move what-so-ever. "Do you understand me?" Daviel asked dangerously. I barely nodded. "Don't run off, don't disobey Jes, don't argue, and don't do anything without Jestin's or my permission. Understand?" I nodded again slowly.

"One more run off like you did a bit ago and that is the end of you," He finished darkly. Then he pulled me from the wall and shoved me in front of him. I wasn't fighting back. I was doomed.