Part Twelve:

Jestin pulled into the parking lot of the arcade. I wasn't surprised about all the crowdedness of all those peopleness. Of course, all of them were teenagers. Jestin, on the other hand, seemed shocked at all the teens gathered here. "Ah, this is only the parking lot,"I said dully, pointing at a parking space. Inside would be a mess of sweaty people squashed about. Thinking of this, I felt rather relunctant towards going within the stupid arcade.

Yet, I'd go in that abominative place. I'm not even sure if that's a word; abominative. Well, if not, I'm like William Shakespeare all over again. I'll coin my own God forsaken words. Speaking of Shakespeare and coining, did you know Shakes' coined around 30 to 40 thousand words? By the way, to coin is to make a new word. Shakes' was more special in the area of compound words. Such as 'watchdog' or 'gatekeeper'. ENOUGH with the English lesson!

I hopped out of the Firebird and Jestin was greeted by a couple of guys. I told you, didn't I? Flies on trash. Moth and lightbulb. Whatever you go by, they were there. Somehow, Jestin got out of the struggle and clung onto my arm. I glared at her. For a vampire, this girl was the WEAKEST woman I'd ever met. I didn't get it at all. "Let's go inside,"Jestin suggested.

So, we treaded our way into that 'abominative' place. In another words, that stupid, godforsaken place. Just as you'd expect, music blared all around. With a glance, you wouldn't tell where it was coming from. The D.J. was in the very back of the arcade, though. Plus, this place was blaring with beeping noise and stuff. Like always, I tuned out the music and focused my eyes on the chaos around me. I happened to be an expert at this.

"I want to play that game,"Jestin said, pointing. Before I could see what she was talking about, Jestin was gone. So much for sticking together. I had at this moment a huge headache. The kind of headache I get everytime the room blurs. Except I couldn't tell if the room blurred or not in this place. Everytime you come here, it's as if the place was already naturally blurred. I thought I heard Jestin say my name, so I turned and felt a jolt of shock from my headache.

"Gah,"I complained quietly. It stung my eyes just to look around! I rubbed my eyes, then my temples. After a second, I decided to give up. I had to get into fresh air to get rid of this unusual headache. That's right, unusual. A usual headache wouldn't hurt so much. Besides, I was planning on getting free at last, anyways. With this thought, I turned to leave and instead ran into a solid body. This was rewarded with some kind of drink being spilled onto my shirt.

Most likely beer.

I gasped in disgust, but the guy who I ran into said,"It's all right. It's only water, I swear." I shoke my hands, trying to fling off the 'water' that had sprayed onto them. The guy then said,"I didn't mean to run into you. I saw you looked like you were getting sick, so I thought you wanted water." "Well,"I said,"It would have been better to drink it instead of wearing it, see." Then I smiled to show there wasn't TOO much hard feelings.

"Right, well, that's what I figured,"he said. Then he started to shake my hand, but couldn't since he was still hold now empty glasses. So instead, he threw the glass of empty water to the ground and held out his hands. "I'm Cole Bowl,"he greeted when I shook my hand. I had a face of confusion as I said,"I'm...wow, you're really Cole Bowl?" What? It happened to be a ridiculously funny name. A kind of name I'd use against Daviel or Jestin.

Not that he LOOKED ridiculous. Nah, he would be under the catagory of hot...not as hot as Dav- a wait a minute. I disagree with myself. ANYWAYS, Cole had more of a lighter brown hair, more carmel than mud colored. His eyes were a normal brown color, almost exactly the color of his hair, which was unusual but not unheard of. Though his complextion was more tanned, he still had sprinkles of freckles to add to it.

Cole laughed,"Nah. It's really Cole Yates, but I figured Bowl would be more conveniant at this moment." More conveniant? I laughed as well,"Well, I'm Ivy K--" FREEZE! Here's my moment of truth. Either he heard of me and I'd be free at last. OR he doesn't know me. OR OR I lie in my last name. What will it be? Ready? "--inrey,"I finished, telling the truth. "Nice to meet you,"Cole said,"Sorry again about the shirt." So he didn't know me. It happens.

Suddenly, Cole looked around, then turned back to me. "Let's go,"he suggested quickly. I scoffed,"Like I'll go with a complete stranger. According to my mother, I'm not even suppose to be talking to you." Cole smiled that winning smile of his and said his winning line,"Oh, come on, you can trust me!" Then he bent down and whispered into my ear,"I don't bite." This sent a cold chill down my spine and I shrugged it off. "Ok,"I said in acceptance.

He grabbed my hand and started leading me out of the arcade. The whole time I didn't notice that my headache had disappeared the moment he spilled water on me. Cole led me to his car, which wasn't as qualified as Jestin's. Once he led me to the passenger side, he opened the door and twisted his arm delicatly so that he'd still have hold on my hand as I got into the car. Then Cole got into the driver's side. I waited to see where he was going to take me.

But he didn't even start the car. The next second I knew, the car doors were locked so that I couldn't get out. I turned to the door in confusion and then said,"What are you doing?" I turned back to Cole and screamed. He had pulled out a knife from the glove department and had such a look of evil in his face. Within seconds, I was shoved against the passenger door with the knife to my throat. "Stop IT,"I screamed, trying to shove him off me.

Then I coughed in pain when the knife dug deeper into my neck, bringing searing pain through my body. "Don't think I don't know what you are,"Cole hissed evily into my face. I just HAD to pick the crazy one! Cole glared at me, his face inches away from my own. "See this knife,"Cole asked suddenly. He lifted it from my bleeding neck and brandished it in my face. I didn't look at it, though. I would just go into panic.

"It's made especially for your kind,"Cole stated with a smile. I didn't get it. "I'm not a vampire,"I stated quickly,"I swear it." Cole glared at me again, his attention off his knife and back to me. "I know that,"he snapped in annoyance,"What would I want with a stupid vampire?" I scoffed,"Then what do you want with a stupid human?!" Cole smiled wickedly,"Human you may be, but more you are added." I thought about that a moment.

Then, before I could say anything, Cole said,"Well, procedure is procedure." He shoved the knife into my right side, just under my rib and above my hip. I screamed and Cole clamped his hand over my mouth. "It'll only hurt for a minute. Then everything will be over,"he said with a casual smile. Then he dug the knife deeper into my side, making me gasp with pain. Now, at this point I wouldn't say tears streamed from my eyes.

More like, they breeched the brim of my barrior. Make sense?

All right, all right. I'll admit it with MUCH relunctance, seeing as I see crying as another form of a disease. Disgusting. So, I started crying. Happy? I was being stabbed to death for an unknown reason. So I was crying. I admitted it. Go ahead and shoot me for my pathetical self. Pathetical as in pathetic and pitiful. I didn't make that word up, it goes around. Been alive for awhile now. Like gothmo. Gothic/emo. SAME THING...not technically.

Back to my being stabbed to death. While the knife was stabbed into my side, Cole lifted one hand over my eyes. "Sight, come to me, come to me. Let me see what you see. Come to me, sight, come to me. Come out for me to see,"Cole started repeating, keeping a firm grip on the knife and clamping his hand over my eyes. I was free to scream, but all voice had failed me. Some lunatic was killing me and chanting as if he's in a cult.

Suddenly, the driver side window was tapped on and a familiar voice said,"That's it, Ivy, get you're fucking ass out of there right now. Did I say you could go sleep around and abandon my sister while you're at it? NO!" Cole glance timidly towards the window, which had been both fogged and darkened. Before Cole could stop me, I took the opportunity to scream,"DAVIEL, HE'S GONNA KILL-" Then Cole punched my in the face.

"Go away,"Cole called,"Come back in a couple of minutes." I felt groggy from being knocked senseless and Cole put his hands over my eyes and started his chant again. Then, the window to the car was shattered to pieces and Cole let go of me to turn to Daviel. "What the-"Cole started, but Daviel opened the door and grabbed Cole by the collar. He simply threw Cole out of the car without much effort. Meanwhile, I grabbed the knife that had been left in my side.

I tightened my grip and started to pull, but just one movement caused me to freeze up in pain. Daviel came into view as he crawled into the car to see what was wrong with me. Cole got in behind him and grabbed his shoulder,"Hey. You're going to pay for this!" Daviel turned around and slammed his fist into Cole's face, making him fall back out of the car unconscious. At least, I think so.

When Daviel turned his attention towards me, I realized this would be his chance to kill me while it's hot. I blocked the knife from his view, but he saw the movement. Daviel grabbed my hands and I yelled,"Don't touch it! Go AWAY!" Once again, Daviel looked annoyed and he said,"I'm just looking, you stupid idiot." Then he pulled my hands away from the knife that was protruding awkwardly out of my side. Daviel sighed melodramatically.

"Bleeding Christ, look what you've done,"Daviel accused and I glared at him. "I didn't do SHIT,"I snapped and the world spun around me. "Well, either way, if I was you, I'd pass out just about now because this is going to hurt,"Daviel stated with a wicked smile. What is so funny about this?! Then he grabbed the hilt of the knife with one hand and held me down by the shoulder with the other. My breath quickened with the knowledge of future pain.

Daviel hesitated and said,"Ready? One...two..." And I passed out. AHA! Lucky me.

I woke up again just as Daviel said,"...three." Son of a bitch. My mind tricked me. With that, Daviel ripped the knife out of my side, sending so much pain through my body that I screamed on top of my lungs. Suddenly, Jestin's voice came through the passenger door as she opened it. I almost fell out, but Daviel grabbed the back of my neck and held me up. "Watch it,"he snapped at Jestin,"You're the one who wants her to live."

"OH MY GOD,"Jestin screamed at the sight of my bleeding side and Daviel holding the weapon that caused the wound. "YOU STUPID SON OF A-,"Jestin started screeching at Daviel, but I groaned,"He didn't do it." Jestin still glared at him suspiciously as Daviel carefully dragged me out of the car. He picked me up bridal style as Jestin complained,"Aren't you going to heal her? You know I'm no longer strong enough to do it. You just want her to die. HEAL HER!"

But during this annoying walk towards their cars, Daviel paused in mid-step. "What are you DOING,"Jestin yelled in frustration. "JESTIN,"Daviel snapped in annoyance. He lifted something, but I couldn't see it. "You see what this is,"Daviel asked in confusion. I was confused as well. "But that means that she-,"Jestin started and I passed out. For sure this time. Damn, and I was wanting to know what they were going on about.