Part Twenty-three:

And so it was the party. From what Jestin told me, loads of friends were going to be here. THEIR friends, that is. Seeing as I don't have any friends in the first place. So people don't like me. So what. One thing I knew was the fact that if it was Jestin and Daviel's friends, they would no doubt be vampire. I shutter at the thought of blood givers showing up for the party. What if there WAS blood givers? What if someone mistakes me as a blood giver? Eh, that isn't good.

There is no need to fluff up my feathers. I have to think good thoughts. I'm especially happy about my dress, though it practically screams out that I'm human. Jestin thinks it is pretty. The only reason why you would know a vampire wouldn't wear it is because of the hanging cross on the necklace. Either way, it made me feel slightly better about going to a party full of vampires. Jestin was beyond excited about this party. She just could WAIT to show me all of her friends.

If they were all her friends, why can't she enslaved one of them?

I sat in Jestin's room, listening to her ramble on and on about the party. First, she would get her dress on and get ready. Then she'd force me to get my dress on and I will never be ready, per say. In a sense, I will, but in another sense, I won't. Either way, I was being forced to attend a party full of vampires. It creeped me out. Wouldn't they think I was a side dish or something? So all in all, I think you should understand by now that I am not excited about this party what-so-ever.

Whenever I thought of vampires, it was creepy how I saw them. Like they were...for example...cats. All these cats, uncontrolled temper, and blood lust. Then you have this room full of cats. Some will be hungry, some content, and others content, but hungry. Then you'd have just the plan evil ones. Then, if I'm lucky, the nice ones. And you have me...the poor little rabbit. No, I won't be referred to as a rat. I prefer a rabbit. They have more bounce in them.

So, you place this weak, little rabbit in the variety room. What do you see to eventually happen? A certain cat goes pounce and bye bye little rabbit. THAT'S what I see when I think of this 'party'. Of course Jestin would be happy. She'd be a pretty, fluffy cat inside the variety. I would say I'd be happy to be a cat, too, but that's like me saying,"I want to be a vampire." Absolutely not. If I have to have another pair of fangs inside of my flesh, I'm going to...I don't know. I'll...I'll...I'll...

Geez, what will I seriously do? Die. There, ha. I'll die. Take that!

Suddenly, Jestin said,"Ok, I'm done. How's it look?" And then she walked out of her closet to give me a view of the dress on her. Now, since I'm so lazy as to mentally tell you what it looks like, I'll have a heart.

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My being gothic gave me great truth in my next words. "It looks cool,"I stated. How easy is that? Well, it's a lot easier than it seems. "Go put yours on, now,"Jestin said hastily. She dragged me up from her bed and started pushing me through into the closet. "What's the hurry,"I asked, struggling against her. Jestin snorted and got me through into the closet. "The party is in a couple of minutes. So hurry up, Ivy,"Jestin said snappishly. And then the closet door was shut.

I mean, I wasn't scared of this space. It was large enough and had a nice light. Plus I had a mirror to look at the dress on me, myself. So, I did the cooperative thing and I put on the dress. I probaly had the very same look as this girl here in my dress:

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But I liked the shoes I had. Even though they were high-heeled. Yet, I wouldn't have too much trouble in them. It comes natural to me as to how you walk in these things. Just don't be so much HEEL-toe, but more of trying to be toe-heel. Plus, it would also be best not to run in them. I'm sure I'd fall and snap my neck if I tried. Either way, they were beautiful shoes:

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After a moment of looking at myself in the mirror, I walked out to greet Jestin. She smiled widely,"Oh, that looks great." I snorted,"I feel like I'm modeling for food. 'Ladies and Gentlemen, Human meat, here. Nice, soft, and tasty. Brand made of Tom and May Kinrey.' It's suicide." Jestin smack my arm and I automatically said,"Ow. What was that for?" She crossed her arms and replied,"Quit being so sarcastic. It's annoying, you know. No wonder Daviel keeps trying to murder you."

Jestin glanced at the clock. "Look, we're late, Ivy. Let's go before Davvy actually DOES kill us,"Jestin said in exasperation. I shrugged,"It's only downstair, Jes. It won't take, but two seconds to get down there." With that, I grabbed Jestin's arm and started out the door. You may think I'm in a hurry, but really I'm using my small burst of courage before I run out of it. Jestin's anxiety caused me to feel determination. It's just a habit of mine. When someone else is worried, I feel the need to be stronger.

Equivalent Subconscious? Maybe.

After a second of walking with Jestin towards the stair, I suddenly started hearing something. It was annoying, though. Almost familiar. I turned to look around for the source of the noise. It landed on Jestin. I knew what it was, then. Humming. Like I said before, I don't listen to music what-so-ever. Which is why I don't have a favorite. It never occured to me to go listen to music, even though that's what it was made for. Jestin stopped humming when she saw I was staring at her.

"What,"she asked suspiciously. I shrugged and we climbed down the stairs. I could suddenly hear music, go me I recognized it. The sight of loads of people talking and laughing greeted Jestin and me. The party had indeed started, and we were indeed late. The nervousness that I had gotten to disappear reappeared within seconds. "You are late,"Daviel appeared, more accussing me than Jestin. "Why don't you just grab that late stick and shove it up your a-,"I started, but Jestin interupted.

"We started to get read a little later than planned,"Jestin said quickly. Daviel glared at me for a moment, in which I glared at him as well. I'll take him down in my dress, I swear to God. I'll kick him with my black high heels. One on one...where Daviel stands still and allows me to kick him without attacking me back. "That dress is horrible,"Daviel said to me. I scoffed, but before I could retort so poisonously, a woman appeared from behind Daviel.

I actually liked her dress the best out of them all:

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"Daviel, what are you getting yourself into now,"she asked sweetly. Her voice was so angelic and perfect. Her hair was blonde and actually looked as if it was glowing around her. Her eyes were a soft blue, not icy like mine. Just like that, I knew who this woman was. Tyra Greene. Daviel stopped glaring at me and turned to her. "Tyra,"Daviel said, my suspicions confirmed,"I was only checking on Jestin and her...thing." Ooooh, he's asking for it. Someone get me a glass case or something to throw at him.

I was also waiting for some type of flaw in Tyra. Instead, I got the most beautiful smile and glittering eyes from her. Then I got great manners when she said,"I'm Tyra Greene. You must be Ivy." She lifted her hand for greeting. I, being so mannered myself, grabbed her hand and said,"Yes, that's muh-" Everybody had disappeared. The room around me was blurry, but I couldn't actually see anybody in it. I could still feel Tyra's hand in mine, but not see her. Instead, I heard voices.

"Who cares about her? Just kill her,"Tyra's voice said without her usual sweetness. After a moment, a shockingly familiar voice said,"Don't tell, Tyra. I've claimed her. You're the one I don't care about." Just like that, everything was back and I dropped Tyra's hand. Daviel rolled his eyes,"Don't worry. She never can finish her words. It comes with her mental damage." Tyra was still smiling, though, as she said,"I understand. You must be nervous."

Nervous? All that disappeared with everybody during that vision. More like hearing. I didn't see anything. I couldn't place the second voice, though I knew it was a man. Maybe it was Daviel. In the future Daviel. Like...maybe Tyra told him to kill someone, but he claimed her-weird-and didn't care about Tyra. It was all confusing to me. "Let's go meet other people,"Jestin said quickly, grabbing my arm and pulling me into another room. I shook my head to get the headache out.

Where's those damn flowers when you need them?

For a second, it seemed as if everything went into slow motion. Then suddenly Jestin said,"This is Sir Benton and his missus Pearl." With that, I was shaking hands with two older couples. Both looked strangely beautiful, like Tyra and Jestin. I won't add Daviel in that because I don't like people who insult my dress on wim. The moment my hand touched each of theirs, the world blurred and someone said,"I'm pregnant." "Boy or girl,"the man asked. "Girl, we think,"the woman. "Eh,"the man said in distaste,"We'll try again."

I let go of Sir Benton's hand, my head pulsing with the aftermath headache. Then, before I could recover, Pearl touched my hand and suddenly I heard,"It isn't his, though. I can't believe I had an affair with my own brother in law." I let go immediatly and the world came into focus more slowly than usual. "You two have major problems,"I said in a slurred voice. The headache pulsed more deeply. Jestin pulled me away from the gasps and said,"Why'd you say that?"

I shrugged, rubbing my eyes. "Jestin, it's nice to see you again,"a woman with red hair said in excitement. I blinked out the rest of the aftermath blur as Jestin chatted happily with this new woman. "Who is this,"the woman asked suddenly. "I'm Ivy,"I said and the woman held out her hand. "I'm Claire,"she said, snatching my hand without waiting for me to take hers first. I was visionally shoved into a blurred vision as Claire's voice said,"I prefer blue, George. I can't believe you wrecked the blue car."

I started to let go, but found I couldn't. For some reason, the aftermath headache appeared before it had ended. "What do you mean she's dead?! You had me worried about a new car and forgot to mention the fact that my sister is dead,"Claire's voice screamed in anguish. I could hear the anguished tears start to sob from Claire as she said,"How could you do this, George? Anyone of us can survive a crash. How could you drive during the day like that?"

"Let go,"I yelled, not wanting to listen to the loss of a loved one. "Let GO of me,"I screamed, not noticing that I had already let go of Claire's hand. Someone's hand grabbed my arm in fear and I heard Jestin's voice in the blur say,"It's called 'Black and White'. This one is for you, Ivy." "LET GO,"I screamed, shoving the invisible hand off of my arm. The world was switching from blurred to focused and back. Eventually, I felt the dizziness of it ripple like waves through my stomach from my head.

"Bleeding Christ, Jestin, what did you do to her,"Daviel snarled. I couldn't feel my feet, suddenly, and then the blurred/focused floor was coming towards me. Yet, I was pulled back before I fell. Then, before everything went black, I heard Daviel's voice,"There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm here." With that, I was swallowed by darkness. The only thing left was my question...

Was that my vision or did he really say that?