Part Twenty:

When we had gone far enough--in another words, when we had gone so far that the thorned plants had permanently damaged my legs--we stopped in a circular clearing. It wasn't conveniant...as if we happened to find a clearing. It was made especially for one thing: fighting. It seemed someone had found this place and decided it would be useful for training. There were weapons lining the circle, giving you the choice of what you'd like to fight with.

Plus, there were a couple of others training already. Mainly beating the crap out of each other. I pulled my arm out of Logan's grip and backed up. "I don't think so,"I said knowingly,"There's no way in hell I'm going to fight against you people." Logan snorted, but it sounded more like a growl to me. "Yeah, I've always wanted to be known as 'you people',"Logan said sarcastically. I shrugged,"It's your lucky day. See you never." I started to walk away.

That's me, all right.

"No, you're going to learn how to fight,"Logan said pleadingly. I glared at him,"And die in the process? I think not!" Logan suddenly turned to the other and said loudly,"Can you please post-pone you're training for now? I have a yunew to train and it's nervous." I felt utterly insulted to being referred to a...yungfu??...and as an 'it'. Hello, I have a name. It's Ivy! Not "IT". That's more like something you'd say for Frankenstien. 'IT'S ALIVE!!'

But there were mummers and the fighting people--if you'd call them 'people'--shuffled themselves out of the clearing. "There,"Logan said pointedly,"No people to fight and die against." I gave him 'the look'. My special poisonous look that doesn't seem to affect Daviel, but more like pisses him off. "What,"Logan said, actually sounding intimatated by me. GOOD! It's about time!

"No people? What do you explain your presense as...invisible,"I asked sarcastically,"I'm sorry, but hiding behind your abnormally large hands will NOT cause you to disappear, Logan." "You can't get rid of your trainer, Ivy,"Logan said knowingly,"Someone has to teach you this crap." I snorted,"I thought it was important, not 'crap'. Because I don't like to learn 'crap'. I prefer to learn useful things instead of animal waste." Logan suddenly seemed annoyed.

"It's no use talking to you,"he said with annoyance,"All you do is take things too seriously. Now shut up and learn 'crap'." I smirked and waited for my orders. "Ok, first I need to explain how we fight,"Logan said cryptically--as if it were top secret. "Vampires fight with their sight,"Logan continued,"And their mind." I interupted at the chance,"SO you people don't use your brain!?" Logan glared at me,"Yes, but WE can't read others, Miss Know-it-all."

I hesitated at this statement, but Logan went on,"Since they use sight, they like to block OUR sight. So instead of trying to see what they're going to do next, we use our ears." He paused and looked at me. Must be because I was still stuck on the previous statement. "What,"Logan asked curiously. "What did you mean by you 'can't read others',"I asked at the chance. Logan shrugged,"You were kidnapped by vampires and you didn't notice that they were reading your mind? And you thought WE were stupid..."

I glared at him,"They didn't read my mind." Except when Daviel bit me. "Otherwise they would have KNOWN stuff instead of being left in the dark, Logan,"I snapped at the statement. Logan seemed to hesitate at this with confusion. "They couldn't read your mind,"he asked, confused. I thought about it, but it all concluded to no. Otherwise, Daviel would have known all those times that I hadn't been running away. That my name was Ivy. That I hadn't been suicidal in the alley.

"Maybe,"I said, thinking of an excuse,"Maybe it's because I have The Sight!" Logan brightened, but didn't look away from his confusion. "Cool, that'll be more than useful,"Logan said happily,"But that wouldn't explain the mind-reading problem. Yet, you're immunity will also be useful while defending yourself." I shrugged as well. I guess it was just a gift. Nothing wrong about it or anything. Yet I didn't get why I couldn't be read when others could. Even werewolves.

"Anyways,"Logan said, snapping for my attention,"Since they use their sight to see our next move, but they block out our own sight so we can't see THEIR next move, we use hearing. Usually, vampires avoid being seen by hiding in a way. Mainly by going super fast for our vision...though we can go fast, too. How we use our ears is by hearing their next move. A fist would be heard in the wind so that you could duck. Dodge it, and eventually attack in return."

And the lesson went on.

After a lecture on techniques and so on, in which I only barely listened, Logan walked away to the edge of the circle. I watched him a moment, but seeing him digging through stuff was getting me curious...suspicious. He came back with a bandana in his hand. "What do you think you're doing,"I asked suspiciously. Logan laughed and said,"We've got to train. Unless you prefer to be stabbed in the eyes to learn how to use you're ears, then we'll use this bandana."

No, I'll stick with the bandana. Logan came behind me and I lost my sight when the bandana was placed around my eyes. He tied it in the back and then placed a hand on each of my shoulders. "Now, sit down and listen,"He said, pressing lightly on my shoulders. I sat down on the ground...it isn't as if these clothes were worth the saving. Then suddenly I said,"I'll need my tongue ring back before the hole heals, you know. I know it isn't silver, so you better give it back."

"I'll think about it,"Logan stated. Think about it my ass. I'LL stab YOUR eyes out if you don't give it back! "Now listen to everything around you. Eventually, I'll start making purposely noises so that you can learn to listen to them,"Logan said in a superior voice. I had to crack that, so I said,"Did you know the letters in 'listen' can be moved to make 'silent'? That's a cracker smart thing, don't you think?" There was silence and I couldn't see Logan anyways, so I just listened.

Third Person Daviel's P.O.V.

Jestin sat, glaring at Daviel so very angrily. He ignored her, of course. There was no way Jestin could convince HIM of going after Iveria. She ran away into those idiotic wolves, she'll deal with it there. Besides, by the way Daviel knew her, she's dead for sure.

"Go get her,"Jestin ordered firmly. Wasn't going to work this time. Daviel didn't say anything for a moment, then he said slowly,"She's dead." Jestin snorted,"No, she's not. Werewolves have her. Go get her." Daviel shook his head,"Werewolves don't have her. She's dead." Jestin glared so much more angrier, but said in a calm voice,"Werewolves DO have her. Zander said so." Stupid FagRat. Telling every little detail to Jestin. Daviel believed Zander must enjoy Jestin's control over him.

But it wasn't going to work.

"There are no werewolves and Zander's dead, too,"Daviel stated dully. Jestin sighed melodramatically. "There ARE werewolves and Zander and Ivy are both NOT dead, Daviel,"Jestin snapped impatiently,"Go get her." Daviel started pleading again,"Jes, I get another one. Just not her. Please, just let her go!" Jestin only glared at Daviel,"You can't FIND another one like her, Davvy. That's why you've got to go GET her before the werewolves change her!"

Ah, change her. Daviel would kill her with much happiness, in that case. She'd be his great enemy...and a young werewolf. So weak, she'd be. Easy to kill. "If you don't,"Jestin said threatening,"I will." Daviel glared at her protectively,"NO you WON'T."

Normal P.O.V

"Vampires like to distract their victims. Often my poking and proding them, confusing them as to where the vampire really is,"Logan lectured as I sat, blinded by the blind-fold. "You've got to learn to ignore the distraction. It will be easier, now that you've got the basic sounds of what things sound like,"Logan stated proudly. That's right, he's proud because I'm learning fast over the days. I know what a fist in the air sounds like. The sounds of attack, and where it's coming from.

I could dodge it, but sometimes I'm a little slow.

So Logan had me start with weapons. That way I could block instead of dodge. A LOT easier, in my case. Though I'm so friggin weak, that I can't hold them off. Just block a fist that could smash my brain in. So now Logan was wishing to teach me how to ignore distractions. He had made a couple of sound traps around the clearing. I had to hear them, locate them, and ignore the distractions of being poked in the ribs and feeling my hair being tugged.

It's actually VERY annoying. Especially since the sounds come so quickly that I have to put all my effort into listening to them. And this was proven difficult when SOMEONE was breathing in your ear and pinching the back of your hand. I was actually getting a hang of this. Another thing Logan was teaching me was how to attack without backing down. My special area of threatening, but bluffing the whole time.

After five days here in this training, Logan was starting to look nervous for some reason. I don't know why. I have ahold on how to ignore distractions. I can locate the sounds and know what kind of attack it is. I can ever strike at someone lamely, but not back down! Yet Logan was becoming nervous of something. And I was bound to find out, soon enough. Hopefully.

I found the chance after a training session on our way back to the camp. "Think I could kill Daviel with this training,"I asked. Not being serious, but just hopeful. The best way I could kill Daviel is while he's in a comatose state. Logan laughed nervously,"No way. Daviel is one of our top enemies, here. He's killed more of our kind than any other vampire. The best way we get by him is by making an agreement with him. Which he wouldn't think twice of breaking."

Logan had a look that clearly stated he'd love nothing more than to kill Daviel with his bare hands. "Then why did you bring me here? Wouldn't you be afraid that he didn't want me to be here? What if he ends up killing you all because of it,"I asked, just randomly. I mean, Daviel is probaly having a great celebration. Probaly hoping I was made into wolf food by now. Stupid jerk.

But this seemed to have hit Logan. He glared at the ground,"I've got to tell you something, Ivy." I was suddenly curious. Maybe he was fixing to tell me why he's been so nervous. "What,"I asked curiously. "I have to make a decision about you tomorrow,"Logan stated dully. I raised a brow and smirked,"Say I'm such a nice, nice person. There's your decision." Logan pinched my arm and I elbowed him. "No, I'm serious,"Logan said exasperated.

"Ok,"I said,"What is it?" I crossed my arms and straightened my face to look VERY serious. Logan hesitated. "Well,"Logan said,"I was given a week. And tomorrow I have to decide to either make you one of us or kill you. If I don't choose, the pack will kill you. Seeing as you're a danger to us because of that vampire..." I don't know if I'm listening wrong or something. I think I've just zoned out because it oddly sounded like Logan was making a decision on whether turning me into something that doesn't exist...

Or to end my existance. Isn't that the same thing? Logan suddenly ran a finger down my cheek. I took notice to the difference between him and Daviel. Logan had an extremely hot touch. Daviel had an extremely cold touch. Both seemed too much in their warmth that they should be dead, but yet they live. Logan smirked before saying,"But I doubt you'll be killed, Ivy. I'd prefer to keep you from that end." Take notice of another difference. Logan wishes me alive. Daviel wishes me dead.