Part Nineteen:

I woke up to yelling. "She's human! You do remember our bind to protect humans, right,"I heard Logan yelled furiously. My eyes fluttered as I slowly started to drift from my slumber. "You shouldn't have brought her here. Especially with the scent of a vampire. ESPECIALLY from a vampire's property,"someone yelled just as furiously,"You CAN'T expect us to care for THIS human, Logan. You'll be risking the whole pack!"

"We'll give you a week, Logan, and by then you'd better either turn her or kill her,"someone else snarled. There were threatening growls reverbrating around wherever I was. "Fine,"Logan snapped dangerously. "And you're the one to care for her. I won't put fault on one of OUR kind if she gets hurt. You know the dangers of a human wandering around our kind for too long,"someone ordered with distaste.

I suddenly sat up in a slight panic. It was dark. I looked around wherever I was. It looked like a hut, made of wood, but definitly made by hand rather than machines. I looked around to see no one else was in the hut. I must have drifted off during that arguement. Then I almost screamed when I spotted someone asleep on the ground. Except for the fact that his upper half of his body was leaned on the bottom of my bed. He looked in deep sleep, and a deep, low growl of snoring confirmed this.

After a moment, I looked at myself to see what happened to me. I was wearing loose clothing, green and brownish, ICK. Someone dressed me. Oh my God, I've been dressed like a doll. And all my jewelry is gone. All of it. Including my million bracelets, earrings, rings, necklaces--choker of course--, even my tongue ring. God knows how they managed THAT. Well, I was planning on getting my belly button peirced and then my nose. It looked cool enough.

I glanced at my feet to see that my shoes were gone, along with my socks. The only thing I had was my bra, underwear, and these loose clothing. These...ugly loose clothing, that is. Trying my best to avoid waking up this man, whom I've recognized to be Logan, I swung my legs over the bed side. I felt awefully better than the last time I woke up. I watched my feet so that I didn't step on anything, but the moment they touched the floor, someone grabbed my arm.

I turned and looked at Logan. "Where are you going,"he asked carefully. It sounded like he expected me to zoom in seconds if he made a sudden movement. Well, I was planning on it. I had my hands on both sides of me. They were on the edge of the bed, ready to push off at any moment. My feet were already on the floor, prepared to get cracking. I, myself, was watching for a split moment to split. I hesitated before saying,"I don't know. Where am I?"

Logan didn't take his eyes from me, as if knowing my plan from the start. He wasn't willing to give me a chance to sprint. "You're at the home of the pa---I meant, my people,"Logan said, reeling off his original words quickly. He glanced away for a split second. That's all it took. I darted from the bed and towards the door. Just like that, Logan pounced on me, grabbing my leg. I fell face first into the wooden ground, not even able to cough in pain.

Then I didn't even struggle. Let's freeze a moment to explain. When I fell face first, I meant face first. My teeth had dug into my lips painfully, busting them greatly, and my nose was seething with pulsing pain. Logan rolled me over onto my back and from reflex, I reached to cover my face with a wince. Logan grabbed my hands and moved them to inspect my mouth and nose. I know I didn't break my nose, just busted it to make it bleed. Plus my lips were dug up and bleeding.

Now if I were Christ, Daviel could call me a Bleeding Christ.

Instead of cursing, Logan pulled me up to him and started pressing a piece of cloth to my nose and mouth. "I didn't mean to do that,"Logan said with guilt,"Seems we didn't get off to a good start at all." I would have snorted if that didn't get blood everywhere. Instead we spent a good couple of minutes cleaning up my messy face. After awhile, though, I said,"Are you a vampire?" Of course he wasn't, caught up with me in the sun, didn't he?

"No,"he said, suddenly grabbing my chin. He lifted my face and carefully tugged down my bottom lip with his thumb. I winced, which in turn caused him to wince. "I think you'll be fine,"he said. My God, he doesn't get the point, does he? I asked if he was a vampire. In another words, what the fuck are you?! "No offense,"I said cautiously,"But what are you, if not a vampire?" Logan only smiled and said,"It's my turn to ask a question."

I frowned,"No it's not. It's nobody's turn. Since when did we have turns? Answer my question!" Logan shrugged,"Since now." "Not that question, the other one,"I said, insulted by his smart remark. After a moment, Logan shook his head,"Not until you tell me your name." "Danielle Ragafag,"I lied,"Now what are you?" "I am a guy,"Logan said cleverly,"Now what is your REAL name?" Didn't this sound familiar? Great, soon he'll give me a name. Twin to Logan...Morgan? EH.

"Iveria,"I snapped in a slight panic to thoughts,"but call me Ivy." Logan smiled greatly,"Oh, you'll fit along here just fine, then." I watched him a moment. "Well,"I asked impatiently. Logan snapped his fingers,"Right. That question. Before I answer that, put this back on." And he stood up, pulling something out from his pocket. After a moment, I recognized it as my choker. Put it on, take it off. Make up your mind people!

I relunctantly put on the choker, I don't even know why I didn't want to. Maybe it's because someone was telling me to. I always have this nerve to go against what people tell me. If they ask me, that's a different story. If I suggest myself doing it, then you're having a good day. But if you tell me to do something, it's usually going to backfire on you. "Now, what are you,"I asked once my choker was successfully on my neck,"And why did I have to put this on?"

"One, I'm a...well, how would you say this. Lycan, werewolf, man-wolf,"Logan said, thinking a moment,"Whatever. Same thing. And second--" He paused at the look on my face. The color had disappeared once again. I believe, my people, the future of my death has come to me. I shall be mauled by dogs. Fingers were snapped in my face and I backed up. "Second, that choker has silver on it. May keep the others from attacking you. Just because we're more tamed in the blood area doesn't mean we won't kill you,"Logan said.

He thought for a moment, then said,"Besides, it lets everyone know that you're not a vampire." I choked up and groaned,"Oh, no." Then I hid my head between my knees and held my hands over my head. "No,"Logan whined,"No, that's a GOOD thing, not bad!" Pfft. Good? Yeah, right! I mean, I don't even BELIEVE in this junk and yet here I am with them all around. Not to mention I'm a danger magnet. Wooooohoo, all danger come this way. I'm destined to be killed in a bizarre way.

Like being mauled by human dogs.

"Look,"Logan said, standing up,"I'll...I'll show you around here and stuff. You know, just to calm you down." I looked up at him with skeptism. "And then I could be killed so much easier since people would know where I am. Especially when I walk around saying 'I'm the only one human here! Kill me, kill me!'...grrreaat,"I replied sarcastically. Logan crossed his arms and said pointedly,"Weeellll, you could NOT say that and no one would kill you..."

"Fine,"I snapped. With that, I was being dragged outside this...whatever. Instead, it was replaced with nature. Oh, nature. So naturistic are you. Filled with nature-ness and studying your naturism.

You sicken me.

Yet, the area we happened to be in was a surrounding of hand-made huts. It looked as if they were prepared to disappear over night. Could happen. Before Logan walked me far enough, a woman appeared in front of me suspiciously. "What is Na,"she asked shortly. I looked at Logan with hesitation before saying,"Well...it could stand for Sodium if you were going by Periodic Table. This would be mainly found in salt. BUT if you want to be so irregular, you could say it is the sound horses make. N...A. Ney."

She narrowed her eyes at my sarcasm and disappeared. "What was she,"I suddenly asked Logan. "Same as me,"he answered slowly,"We're all here...kind of like a pack." Makes them sound like animals for sure. I started thinking real hard. I mean, I barely know anything about vampires. Then now I got werewolves. What do I know about them? Human wolves...full moon. Aha, I almost forgot about the full moon one. And silver, of course.

"So...you people change...like...every fully moony,"I asked slowly. I didn't know if they liked to talk about this. Logan started walking forward, passing by huts were people hovered around, talking. "Actually, we changed whenever we want,"he said with superior...ness. I don't know. "How?" I watched him walk, him being awefully larger than myself. I mean, how can one person be such a giant and not step on people. Not to mention all the other men around here seemed to be just as big.

The women were smaller. Sexism. Ugh.

Well, not that the women would WANT to be bigger. I mean, I wouldn't actually enjoy being a giant. No offense to the giants. Ok, off topic here. ANYWAYS, Logan said,"Just gradually. Whenever we feel we want to change, it just forms over us." "Can you...like control yourself as wolf-ness,"I asked. Logan shrugged,"Depends on how we change. If we change in control, we'll be in control. If we change out of control--like if we changed because we were angry--then we'd be more prone to dangerous acts."

In another words: Don't get them crazy and you're ok. Did I make it seem as if I hated nature? If so, I'm dreadful sorry. Dreadful Sorry...that's a book. 'Oh my Darling, oh my Darling, Oh my Darling Clementine. Now you're lost and gone forever. Dreadful Sorry, Clementine.' Off topic again, anyways. I don't exactly HATE nature. I mean, I'd die without nature. You know we get most of our oxygen from the ocean. Planktons usually make the most oxygen, but they are dying out.

Otherwise it is the plants who make our oxygen. The only thing I hate about nature is the unclean feeling. Anyways, the only thing about nature I have a knack for is trouble. It is my life. In nature, I'm a kluts. It'd be nice to fight it for once, though. But this isn't a thing I forsee. And I'm the one who see's here. That's right...me! Aha! "So now that you have a sort on view, what would you like to do,"Logan's words twisted into my thoughts of nature.

"I'd like to fight,"I stated, finishing my thoughts. Fight against nature's pull of my klutz self. "Perfect idea,"Logan said in amazement,"You might actually be a natural for us. Maybe it won't be so hard anyways!" I blinked dumbly and glared at him. "What are you talking about,"I said suspiciously. Logan seemed to pick his words carefully as he said,"I meant that you are human...and sense you're here in this...nonhuman place, it would be great for you to learn to defend yourself."

He paused. "At least until I get there to save the day,"Logan finished wryly. He reminded me greatly of a little kid. So full of himself. "Come on, we'll start now,"Logan said, grabbing my arm eagarly. I still didn't get what he was talking about. What? Was he going to go teach me how to fight nature? Pfft. Like my clumbsiness can be 'cured'. I was dragged away from the huts and into the woods by Logan.