Part Fifteen:

Daviel waved the email sent by me to my dad in front of my face. "Did anyone say you could get on the computer,"Daviel growled dangerously. I shook my head no, speechless. "Do you know what you could have done,"he snarled furiously. I shook my head no again. Then I nodded slowly in confusion. "You,"Daviel said, poking me just below my left collar bone,"You could have had us caught by a bunch of humans. You could have had us killed."

And then I was angry as well. "It's your own fault,"I snapped,"You're the one who kidnapped me!" Daviel suddenly slammed me across the table, knocking the fax machine to the ground. "I DON'T CARE,"Daviel yelled into my face,"You should be GRATEFUL of us. I haven't KILLED you, YET." I struggled to get Daviel off of me, but he kept a firm grip on me.

"You put us both in danger, Ivy,"Daviel snarled,"You gave them our NAME! You're lucky we're out of town, otherwise we just may have been heard of. Luckily, no one knows any Jestin's or Daviel's." I had a hard time swallowing at this moment. At least it sounds as if he isn't going to kill me. "UNLUCKILY enough,"Daviel growled,"I can't let this happen again. This goes beyond annoying me. You are an endangerment."

Now I had problems breathing. "I'm going to kill you,"Daviel said slowly,"Then I'm going to drop off your body for someone to find. THEN we'll be off the hook, seeing as no one will know who killed you. Just in case, we shall move, thanks to you." "No,"I said pleadingly,"Just let me go. I won't tell, just don't. Please, don't." I already could tell what he meant about no one knowing who killed me. He was going to drain me dry of my blood.

"No more chances,"Daviel stated dully. I started all out struggling to get away, but Daviel grabbed both of my wrists and pulled me to him. "NO,"I screamed in fear. Daviel bared his fangs and I froze. "Please,"I said quietly. Then he bit down on my neck furiously. I felt the shock of pain ripple through my spine and gave out a strangled gasp. There's nothing worse than that feeling.

The feeling of a tingling sensation after the pain. Like an itch that you can't get to go away. That draining sensation that you can't stop. That annoying ache growing down your spine like bugs beating every muscle they passed by. That weakening to where you started to want to go to sleep, but all the other sensations kept you awake. That complete shortening of breath, where not a word could be said to prevent you forseen doom. I hated it.

What I hated the most was that this was the end of it all. After my death, I'd never find that...that monster. I could never get him back...MORE than get him back for all those...those strangled cries he drained out from Oak. To rip out those pearly teeth that shined with amusement of his predictament. As if this was the greatest treat of his FUCKING life. Watching an innocent girl witness the mental destruction of her life.

I'd never pay him back for what he did. Never make him choke on that laugh. Suddenly, my vision blurred as I saw what happened that night flash before my eyes. I closed my eyes, trying to block it out, but not able to move away...thanks to Daviel. And then the pain of daggers being ripped out of my neck appeared and I grimaced. The only way I was kept from falling to the ground was Daviel holding me. Ah, I want to kill him sooooo bad.

Daviel said something, but I didn't catch it. He got closer to my ear and said very loudly,"You saw him die?" Of course I did, you idiot. Didn't you read the papers? Wait, they said they didn't know. Figures, there was no way I was going to tell anybody what happened. It's better if they just let it go. Suddenly, I felt frustrated. Why am I not DEAD yet? Finish what you started, you moronic idiot! And then I passed out before Daviel could ask anything else.

I've passed out more times at the hand of Daviel then I have my whole life. Thanks, maybe my brain cells will die because of this. We all know how fun it is to turn from an all-star to a no-brain loser.

What fun.

I groaned and rolled over on the bed. I felt the softness of pillows and pulled them to me in a death gripping hug. My head felt light, which told me to GO BACK TO SLEEP! I'd be glad to oblige, but seeing as how my body was waking up...it seemed unlikely. I opened my eyes to the dark window. I looked over at my window, but someone had pulled the curtains over it so that sunlight didn't flood the room. Why would someone do that?

Automatically, I clamped my hand over my neck to feel two scars of punctured skin. I winced in the memory and then slowly started to panic. Curtains pulled, death-like sleep...what if I was turned into a vampire. That's right, I'm admitting to the unreal. Trust me, I've tasted blood and it doesn't taste so good to me. Like an old penny. Ick. Back to the panic.

I felt for a pulse, figuring vampires wouldn't have pulse. Would they? I wouldn't know. Then I looked at the covered window. My mind was made. If I'm a vampire, I'm doomed. I'm going to kill myself right here, right now. I stood up and glided to the window. Without a second thought, I pulled back the curtain and let the sunlight flash onto my face through the bar-covered windows. Waiting...waiting...nope. I guess I'm not a vampire.

I sighed in relief. It would have sucked if I became a vampire. Especially since they aren't real. That's right, I changed my mind. It's a free country, I can change my mind when I choose. And then I felt confusion. What went wrong? I ticked Daviel off for the last time, he was killing me, and then POOF I wasn't killed. Then I felt angry. I was ready to die, what the hell happened. I wanted answers. Who in the world goes through the process of killing someone, then changes their mind in mid-step?

With this thought, I went to my door and tried to open it. Locked from the outside. AGAIN. I struggled with it some more, then kicked the door. This responded in my stubbing my toe. Great. I banged my head against the door lamely and turned back around to the room I was once again confined to. I glanced around for the first time being in here, but then I did a recap when I saw a television. YES!

Don't get me down, now. I'm not the kind of person who watches television. I just was overly happy at the fact that I wouldn't have to stare at the wall for a billion hours into days. I hopped over to the television and turned it on quickly. Then I jumped on the bed with a remote. After a moment of ignoring the noise on the t.v. and staring at the remote--I was trying to figure out how this thing works--I clicked the channel button.

"Every kiss begins with Kay-"

Oh how clever. I clicked channel, again.

I stared at the commercial of dropped calls. The man was talking to the black woman. "It's nice to know that I'm the only man in your life,"he said. Then the call was dropped. At first, I didn't respond. Then he said,"Cat got your tongue? Earl got your tongue?" And then I cracked up laughing, realizing what that meant. Yet, I channeled it once again.

"Sorry, brunettes, at least your mom thinks your pretty,"a blonde sitting next to another blonde said. I cracked up again and channeled it. Insulting to brunettes, nothing to...what do they call us? Black heads...AHA! Black heads, like we're pimples. THAT'S insulting. Another commercial, a chinese looking man was banging on his car. It stopped screwing up, then it broke apart and everything. "Life hits you fast,"a man said. I laughed again.

Man, these commercials are cleverly funny. Another channel, new premere of Titanic...new my ass. Next, classic movies made over. Eh, next channel, Gilmore Girls were talking. Personal moment, seeing as the music was all sad sounding. I changed the channel again and again and again. Sure enough, I landed on a cartoon called "Danny Phantom". How gay, yet I stuck with it.

I felt ultimately jealous of the fictional Danny. He could turn invisible whenever he please, take over people, and go through walls. How unfair. I should hop in there and force him to hand me his powers. I got stuck changing the channel. I ended up landing on the showing of Harry Potter and the someone's stone. What kind of name is that? After a moment, this boy was talking to a snake. I snorted and changed the channel.

Would you believe it? Interview of the vampire starring Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise. I rolled my eyes and changed it. Underworld. About a vampire and a werewolf. NEXT! Vampire's Kiss. Oh my fucking God. I turned off the television and glared at it. Suddenly, I heard the lock on my door unlock, but no one entered. Without a second thought, I hopped up and staggered to the door, tripped only once--ROCK ON--and grabbed the door knob.

I swung it open and breathed out a sigh of relief. Freedom from the evil television. With this, I walked down the hall to the kitchen. I was starving to death. No one was in there and I looked at the refridgerator. I walked cautiously over to it, then muttered,"So we meet again." Didn't I tell you before, I have no idea how to cook. Of course, I was hoping to find something simple--some meat, cheese, and bread for example.

I opened the door and starred at the emptiness. Of course there'd be no food. This was a house of "vampires". I grabbed the milk, never-the-less, and found the cereal where Jestin had last left it. I think I can manage a bowl of cereal. I was proven wrong when the jug of milk slipped from my hand and busted into a pool of white liquid on the floor. I glared at it and looked around. There had to be a mop or something somewhere.

I started opening cabinets, but to no prevail. Figuring there was a broom closet or a bathroom with a towel somewhere, I left the kitchen on my new quest. After opening door after door to see all kinds of dull, old, bright, dark, sorted, messy, ect. rooms, I found one room known as Daviel's. Aha, tis found once again. Completely forgetting the mess left abandoned in the kitchen, I traveled my way into Daviel's room. I was looking for thoroughly this time.

Whereas Jestin's room was decorated with red roses, Daviel's was a dark black. The bed frame was of ebony wood and the walls decorated in the same dark midnight color. I glanced at the untidy-ness on the floor, where shoes and other sorts of clothing were thrown carelessly. My eyes traveled to a door. There were in all three doors in this room. The entering door and the two unknown.

I shrugged and said,"Door number 1 is--" I opened the first door I came to, to see clothing of the sorts. It was,"-a closet." I dully shut the door without interest and went to the other one. "Door number three,"I said aloud. I opened it and looked in to see what seemed like an office.

What do I have here?