Part Eleven:

There was no doubt in my mind that Daviel could hear my coughing. Sure enough, he bent down and dragged me out from under his bed. Daviel pulled me up to my feet and I wiped my tongue from the dirt that had settled on it. "You're just begging me to kill you,"Daviel growled into my face. I widened my eyes and shook my head no. Then I barely coughed.

I'm sure I don't want to die.

Daviel then snarled,"You are so annoying. At last I can kill you, FINALLY!" With that, he bared his fangs and I lifted a finger to tell him to wait. Then I coughed out the rest of the dust. I cleared my throat,"Sorry, but I don't think we're on the same page." Daviel looked confused. "What,"he said with a laugh of disbelief. "I was merely cleaning the dust from under your bed,"I lied with a convincing setting of my face. Daviel laughed again.

"No getting out of this one,"He said, advancing on me. "I'm sorry,"I stated sadly,"I figured Jestin was going to let you kill me anyways." Daviel shrugged,"You were right. Too bad." Then he had me pinned against the wall. Daviel grabbed my chin and shoved my head to the side, revealing my neck. "God,"I coughed in pain of my still broken ankle. Not to mention the fact that my hands were still in pain from my punching the coffin ceiling.

"Why didn't you just kill me in the alley,"I asked furiously. Daviel hesitated before saying,"I was. That was the plan with that blonde girl...what's her name? Ruby?" I shoved Daviel's hand off of my chin and glared at him. "Ruth set me up,"I asked in shock. Daviel glared at me with just as much fury. "She told me she'd give me a suicidal girl,"he growled,"willingly. I figured you were just mad because I let you live." I laughed dryly,"You're all insane!"

I started to walk off, but Daviel shoved me harder against the wall. "I'm still going to kill you,"Daviel snapped impatiently. I glared at him,"THEN DO IT ALREADY!" Eh, maybe not the smartest thing I've said. I was just getting a little bit tired of all this threatening. Daviel started to bite me, but I raised my hands in front of my face and said,"NO, don't kill me!" I figured it was too late and waited for him to shove my hands out of the way or something.

When nothing happened, I lowered my hands and peeked through my eyelids at Daviel. He had his arms crossed and was watching me closely. Suddenly, the world around me blurred and Daviel dissolved into thin air. I tried to blink the blur out from my eyes again, but it didn't work. Suddenly, Daviel's door burst open and my twin walked in laughing happily. I didn't get it. Daviel walked in behind my twin self. Suddenly, they both embraced and I grimaced in disgust.

God, now I know I am insane. Suddenly, the embracing couple disappeared and the world got back in focus. Except Daviel was in front of me instead of kissing my twin. I guess I still had my face of disgust on because Daviel said,"What are you doing?" I shrugged,"What are you talking about?" Daviel peered at me closely,"You were rubbing your eyes and looking around as if I wasn't here anymore." You weren't for a second there. "Oh, don't worry. I'm just going insane,"I stated.

"Bleeding Christ, you're weird,"Daviel said before shoving me. Then he walked out of the room, leaving me as confuzzled as ever. CONFUSED. No nonsense.

A couple of weeks went by dully. I never saw Daviel, thank God, seeing as he was busy off doing his "stuff" according to Jestin. Luckily enough, I only fractured my ankle, so all was well in that area. I found a nice library and stole a couple of books. Then I'd curl up in that comfortable chair inside that sitting room and read the books I took off with. At this point, I was curled up with a blanket and popcorn, reading page after page of "The Bell Jar" by this Priath or something woman who died in like...nineteen sixty something.

Three. 1963, I think.

This library of their consists of loads of old time books, but this "Bell Jar" was awesome. A perfectly smart college girl going insane. What's better than that?! I was halfway through the book, getting into the juicy part, when I sighed and saved my spot with a pen. Then I got up and started through other rooms. I was slightly bored and just wanted to look around, you see. I entered one room that had portraits all over the walls. With one glance, it was what seemed like millions of people.

Then I turned to the one closer to the exit to see a family of four. I walked slowly up to the portrait and looking into the faces of the four people. A woman and a man, along with a younger...teenage boy and a pre-teen girl. I knew by recognition that the boy and girl were Daviel and Jestin. Under the portrait was the name "The Royal Orome Family-1762". I gulped. 1762? It's 2006...at least I think it is unless it's January now. That means this portrait was from 244 or 245 years ago.

For crying out loud. I shook my head and walked out of the room. Then it was as if I had stepped out from the past and into techno-land. There was a television, stereo, computer, games...COMPUTER! I stalked my way over to the computer excitedly. I quickly turned on the computer and the monitor. Meanwhile, I looked around to make sure Jestin or Daviel hadn't shown up.

Coast is clear.

I looked at the computer and tapped my fingers on the mouse. Once it was finished loading, I saw with glee the internet log on. Good, they have internet! I waited impatiently as it finished logging into the internet. Then I clicked the internet browser. Ummm, my dad has yahoo...that's right. I logged on to Yahoo!'s faggot mail into my screen name. What? The name sounded cool when I made it in 8th grade.

I typed in my password "spicetheprice". It had absolutely nothing to do with my life. No one would have guessed it to be my password. I saw once I got on a million mail in my inbox. With one glance, I saw that most of them were from my dad. Trying to get ahold of me. I clicked on the first message:

Ivy,

Please come home.

-Dad

How touching of him. None-the-less, I clicked reply and typed:

Dad,

Don't got time to write much. They might show up. Can't come home, now. Too late for me. Hope you n mom are ok. I'm stuck in a house in the middle of nowhere. Some girl named Jestin and an evil guy named Daviel are here, too. I think I hear something.

-Ivy

I quickly clicked 'send' and watched as it said the message was sent. Indeed, I didn't hear Jestin coming down the hall. I logged off quickly and exited from the internet. Then I got up and scrambled out into the hallway in front of Jestin. I greeted her with a great big smile. "HEY! What's up, my bestest of best best friends in the whole wide wicked world,"I said before she could say anything to me. "You know how you wanted to hang out? Let's go hang out,"I told her.

Jestin had a surprised expression on, but I ignored it. Instead, I started downstairs with her. Then I paused, just noticing that I was heading outside. "Oh,"I said with a downed face. "What,"Jestin asked in concern. I shrugged and dropped her arm, which I had grabbed to drag her downstairs. "Well...I was going to take you to the arcade, but seeing as,"I made a face to mock Daviel,"I can't go nowhere, I guess we can't go."

Jestin looked at her feet for a second, a look of decision making on her face. After a second, she looked up,"Fine, let's go." "What,"I said in disbelief,"We can't go. Were you not listening to a thing I was saying? I don't care if you aren't afraid of being burried alive, but I'M the mortal one!" Jestin snorted,"Come on. Dav's not here anyways. It's not like he HAS to find out." With that, Jestin dragged me out of the house. The snow was at a halt right now, but it was still in the surroundings.

"Is it christmas, yet,"I asked curiously. Jestin paused a second and then said,"Christmas was a while back. It's the fifth of January, Friday, now." That meant that it had been Friday, December 15th three weeks ago. Five days ago, the year had switched from 2006 to 2007. Damn, this sucked. I lost two holidays with my family...well, what family was alive, at least. "Sorry,"Jestin apologized. I shrugged it off and followed Jestin through the snow to a 1993 Pontiac Firebird, 3.4L V6 engine, that was red.

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That's right. I didn't just say "the red car that looked like a twinkie" or something of the sort. If you lived with my dad, you learned at least SOMEWHAT of a car. If you paid attention, which I happened to lack a lot. My dad was about as interesting as History; not at all. SO if you were to ask me,"Dear Ivy, what is a 3.4L V6 engine?" I'd simply reply,"Dear you, please go ask someone who DOES know." So anyways, I was so kindly shoved into the passenger side.

Once Jestin got in and started the car, she turned to me and said,"Tell me which way this 'arcade' is."

Let's think for a moment:

High school's number 1 hangoutArcade

Best place and time to start a fightArcade on Friday

Least adult supervisionArcade

Most likely area to be killed atArcade

Best fun in the worldARCADE

The arcade consisted of what most arcades consist of. Video games, loud music, food, drinks, and ect. High school drama is remade in this place. If you were cool, you went to the arcade. If you were a loser, you still went to the arcade. The arcade accepts all, as long as you were a teenager and/or highschooler. Otherwise, you'd be rejected immensely. What was coming to my mind at this moment was the fact that not one person would notice their missing bright teenager would be there.

Not even if I yelled,"Yo, people, it's me, IVY!" Nope, I doubt anyone would remember me. Just the teachers, who would never dare go to the Arcade, and other adults. So I guess Jestin should be happy, but I could just run off elsewhere while Jestin is busy. She is quite beautiful. She'll have guys on her like flies on...trash. Well, of the sort. Whatever. Either way, I told Jestin directions to the arcade.

I've gone to the arcade since 9th grade. Not that I had any friends to go with. More like to look around. Occasionally, I'd play a few videogames, but I wasn't a videogame person. Mainly I went to get my parents off my back. They always bugged me about getting friends. I DID have a friend. At least, until she moved away and left me in the dust. It is not my fault that people are intimatated by me. I'm as lovely as pie, but I don't want to be EATEN.

Tell me...what is so wrong about that?