Part Seventeen:

"You're so lucky that you're alive,"Jestin hissed in annoyance as she looked at the bite mark on my neck. "Hardly,"I replied dully. Jestin touched the scar, seeing as somehow it healed while I was asleep, and I jumped at how cold her hand was. Jestin automatically pulled back with a wince of her own and I peered at her closely. "Don't you drink blood? You're a supposive vampire, too,"I said curiously.

Jestin shrugged and sat back on her bed. "I do, but only what Daviel gets me,"Jestin replied slowly. She thought for a moment, then said,"I don't kill humans, though. I've practically become as weak as them." I've noticed that already. "Why,"I suddenly asked. Jestin snorted,"What? Do you WANT me to be like Daviel? Go around killing people just because they annoy me?" I frowned at this. Then I crawled next to Jestin and smiled widely. "Does he really,"I asked.

Jestin shrugged again and said,"He keeps trying to kill you just because YOU annoy him." I sighed and said shortly,"So. Maybe he doesn't get annoyed by other people." Jestin looked me square in the face just as I looked at her. Then she burst out laughing so hard that she had to close her eyes and clamp her arms around her torso. I couldn't help, but smile because there was an unusual radiance vibrating from her. It practically smacked me silly...Jestin was absolutely adorable.

I felt envious, and trust me--I don't usually get envious in the looks area. I'm absolutely happy with my own looks. Well...well...I guess it would be better if people didn't...well...INSULT my goth ways. I mean...ok, if you haven't notice, this is hard for me to admit. I've been known as...well...ummm...intimitating at times because of how I...look. You know, more on the darker side. Blackness. Ah, well, they can just kiss it where it's good.

I mean, it isn't as if I'm the only gothic woman in the world...who wants to be a heart surgeon...with perfect grades...and no doubt a billion future scholarships...right?

"EVERYBODY annoys Daviel...he just doesn't kill them all,"Jestin said, trying to calm the laughter. I smirked as Jestin took a breath to stop laughing. "Well, everybody except for one,"Jestin admitted slowly. I looked from my hands to her face quickly. "Who,"I asked in curiousity. Jestin looked at the bedroom door, then bent towards me eagerly. "Tyra Greene,"Jestin hissed into my ear with a giggle,"He's been courting her for forever.

"I don't blame him, though. She's absolutely beautiful! With glittering blonde hair and baby blue eyes, I mean-"Jestin started. I interupted,"So what." Jestin stopped short and looked at me closely. After a moment of her staring at me, I turned to her sharply and snapped,"WHAT?!" She jumped and shook her head,"Nothing. Nothing at all." I glared at her suspiciously for a moment. Then I said,"Well, are you in looovvve?"

Jestin hesitated and said,"Not...no." I caught the first part, though, and said,"Oh, well, WERE you in love?" Jestin winced and I knew I clicked a button. She didn't say something for a moment. So, I got closer to her and grabbed her hand. "Don't worry, Jes, think of me as a doll--" That's how I think. "--who you can tell ANYTHING to! I mean, who am I going to tell?" I put emphasis on the 'I' to express my theory here. "See, it isn't as if I'd tell Daviel or that Zander anything,"I persuaded.

"Besides, I don't know anyone else,"I stated dully. Jestin thought for a moment and shrugged with a sigh. "Once, but he--he wasn't the kind of person...well...he wasn't a good influence,"Jestin finally admitted relunctantly. "It happens,"I said, probaly a drug dealer,"Tell me about him." Jestin smirked slightly. Great, now I know I've breeched the preppiness of teenage life. Talking about GUYS and relationshits...oops, I meant relationSHIPS. Same thing.

"Well, he was very tall--as tall as Davvy--and a lot stronger than me, but not as strong as Daviel,"Jestin said slowly. I snorted and she glared at me. "Sorry,"I said quickly,"It's just, a LOT of people have got to be stronger than you." Jestin understood and she said,"Oh, but I meant that back then he was stronger than me. I wasn't always like this." Jestin gestured to the rest of her body lamely. I wonder how she use to be before this. I wonder WHAT made her like this.

"Anyways,"Jestin said loudly,"he had red hair, but it was like very very dark red hair. And his eyes were so...dark and brown and beautiful. Everytime he looked at me it would send...I don't know." Jestin crossed her arms bitterly and I frowned,"Butterflies? Shocking feelings? Sickness?" Jestin thought for a moment and nodded slowly,"Something like that, but much much more. I fell for him, but he wasn't the kind of guy you're suppose to fall for. He was a...umm...a---" Jestin thought for a word.

"Monster,"she finally whispered,"He was sick. His power got to his head and he was taking me down with him. And I couldn't even HELP it! Daviel had to come in and help me, for Christ's sake!" I listened carefully, not interupting unless needed. After a minute, it seemed Jestin didn't want to talk about him anymore. "Well, what was his name,"I asked curiously. Jestin bit her lip in hesitance. "Josepher,"Jestin said carefully,"But I always called him Joseph, because Josepher reminded me of Lucifer."

I felt a chill go down my spine at that, but ignored it. "What about you,"Jestin asked suddenly. "I didn't call him anything, didn't know a Josepher,"I stated, but I was only joking around. Jestin snorted,"Not what you called him! Are you or have you fallen in love?" I hesitated in defense and shrugged,"Maybe." Jestin inched close to me with bright eyes. I raised a brow,"What?" She smiled widely and said,"Viiiirrrrgin." I glared at her.

"Oh shut up,"I snapped defensively,"At least I'm not a whore." Jestin shrugged as if it didn't matter. After a moment, she said slowly,"A snappy girl with a snappy mind. She's nothing less than one of a kind. She is grumpy because she doesn't have her men. It don't matter because she's nothing more than a VIRGIN!" Automatically, I attacked her. Without meaning to, we both fell over the side of the bed and hit the floor with a loud thump.

Jestin pinned me to the ground and looked at the door, waiting for Daviel to burst in here to kill me. When nothing happened, Jestin looked down at me and smiled. "Haha, you're weak, Virgin Mary,"Jestin said teasingly. I scoffed,"Get off me." Jestin obliged and stood up. "Oh, yeah, I almost forgot,"Jestin said in rememberance as she walked across the room to her dresser. "What,"I asked curiously. She pulled out a shirt wrapped up in a ball from her drawer.

Jestin walked to me carefully and held the shirt out to me. I peered at it suspiciously. "It isn't a bomb, is it,"I asked skeptically. Jestin laughed,"No, take it." I grabbed the shirt and straightened it out to look at it. Something fell from it and hit the floor. It caused Jestin to back up cautiously. I looked down to see my cross-linked choker. "OH, cool,"I said happily, bending over to pick it up. "Put it back on so that it'll be harder for him to hurt you,"Jestin ordered.

I did as told and wrapped the choker around my neck. It covered one puncture that Daviel left, but the other stayed in view. "Good,"Jestin said in relief,"I think you'll be okay for awhile."

I stretched a mile as I walked through the hallway. That saying: "I'd stretch a mile if I didn't have to walk back." Didn't matter to me. I don't care how long it takes to come back, it's worth it. I popped my fingers and then my neck. Then I winced when my jaw popped, which I WASN'T use to. As I rubbed my jaw, I crept down the stairs slowly. It wasn't as if I was running away. I was just wandering around for no reason. I didn't want Daviel to think I was running off.

So I walked carefully and quietly. Maybe Daviel was asleep and maybe I won't wake him up. Great, I'd hate for HIM to show up and attack me for no reason. I shook my head as I reached the bottom step. Then I froze when I heard a girly giggle. Jestin? No, it was too high pitch. I looked towards the den. It was a place I'd never been in, seeing as it was Daviel's den personally. I'd have to be a death seeker to step one foot into that room.

I may attract danger, but it doesn't mean I like it.

I heard more muttering and another giggle. Every fiber in my being was telling me to turn around and leave. This wasn't my business, I shouldn't pay attention. Maybe it's robbers or something. OH, or it's Ruth. Basking in her glory of getting rid of her number one enemy. Pfft, I'm going to go in there and kill her. I started towards the door to the den and paused. No, no I can't. I turned to walk away and paused again. Yes I can. I'll kill her.

I turned to the door and started towards it and paused AGAIN. Maybe this isn't a good idea. I turned towards the stairs, but didn't move. Sure it is. Nothing's wrong about yelling at the girl who destroyed my life. I closed my eyes, arguing with myself. Suddenly, I walked to the door. I grabbed the knob and slowly, very quietly twisted. I opened the door and peeked into the den. It was a dark room, the only light being the fire place.

I heard the giggling and looked further to see a girl with her arms wrapped around Daviel's neck. From all I could tell, she had blonde blonde hair. I automatically assumed this was Tyra Greene. I felt stupid for believing Ruth would actually be here. Daviel bent his head down to kiss her neck and I started to turn to leave. I mean, it's not like I want to see live porn, here. Normally, you'd feel embarrissed at this point. I lack that trait, I'm afraid, along with blushing. I mean, how do you blush?

I never understood it, I never felt my face burn with embarrissment. Nope, not me. Though, people have tried a billion times. I've landed on the fact that I'm just cold blooded. Before I shut the door, the woman started whimpering and struggling against Daviel. Just like that, blood started leaking where Daviel's kiss landed. He kept a firm grip on her and didn't stop biting her. I saw his eyes and the red tint in them was swirling around with blood lust.

When the girl cried out, I felt all the blood drain from my face and hit the floor. I backed up, stunned, as I listened to the girl die in Daviel's hands. Her strangled cries...it sent shocks through my mind...memories. I continued to back up, hearing that monster's voice in my head. "I'll come back for you,"it said, dripping with poison,"I'll come for you in your sleep. One word and you're going to do worse than your brother." I whimpered just as I had then.

The door to the den opened and Daviel walked through, wiping the blood from his mouth. He stopped when he saw me and I felt nothing but fear pulsing through my veins. Suddenly, a deep growl started rumbling in Daviel's throat as he glared at me suspiciously. "What,"He snarled,"are you doing?"