Part Twenty-Seven:

I woke up to a hand pressing down on my mouth. My eyes snapped open and I struggled to scream. I snatched at the hand and kicked at the air. "Ivy,"Logan hissed from above me,"Shhhh. Calm down. It's me!" I was confused, but I stopped struggling. After a moment, Logan said in a whisper,"I'm going to let go. Don't scream. Remember me. Loooggaan. From the meadow. Logan."

OK. OK. Geez, I got it. I'm not stupid, you know. If anything, Logan's stupid. Stupid Logan. Thinking I'm stupid. I'll show that stupid him. I nodded. That's the way to do it. Nod. Ugh. I completely suck. Someone shoot me, I'm not worth it. "Good,"Logan said slowly. Then he lifted his hand from my mouth and I shot up off the bed. "Calm down,"Logan started. I intercepted sweetly.

"I'm only making sure you didn't wake them up, you idiot,"I snapped. I snuck to the bedroom door and peered out into the hallway. Then I shut the door and locked it again. I turned to Logan. Well, he looked the same as always. I guess Daviel's vampires didn't kill him after all. "What do you want,"I asked shortly. I crossed my arms as he shrugged. "Fine,"He started,"I saw that you were gone after the vampire attack. Then I found out HE got ahold on you, again."

Wow. Maybe Logan isn't that stupid after all. Someone hand him a golden star. "And,"I asked, waiting for the main reason why he was here. Logan smirked,"I came to get you back. Turns out you just went home." He suddenly stood up and started towards the window. "Where are you going,"I asked suspiciously. Logan looked at me,"Nowhere without you. Come on. Let's go." And he gestured towards the window. I snorted,"Woah, I'm not going anywhere."

Logan started towards me and I backed up. "Come on, Ivy. I'm not going to hurt you,"Logan said reassuringly. I shook my head,"You're going to turn me into a werewolf. That's hurting me, Logan." He shooked his head in--dare I say my enemy word--disagreement. "It'll only hurt for a little bit,"he said, trying to pursuade me,"Then you'll be immortal like me. We can be together forever." Oh my God, did he just say what I think he did?

"Since when is there a 'we'...and what the hell gave you the idea that I wanted to be with you forever,"I said in distaste. No way. Not me. I don't even want to get married. I don't want a kid for sure. That's not for me at all. Eh, not at all. Logan suddenly looked hurt,"We were going to turn you in the first place, Ivy. Don't you want to leave this life. You'll die an old...ugly human." Hey! I take that as an insult, mister! I shook my head none-the-less.

"I'm not going with you,"I stated shortly. Then Logan looked mad. "But you'd go with those bloodnuggets anytime,"he accused,"You really ARE a blood giver. Don't think I haven't seen that bite on your neck." Oh, for crying out loud. I rolled my eyes,"I'm not a blood giver. I just don't want to be anything except for myself." Logan gained on me just then and looked slightly dangerous. "I didn't want to do this, Iveria,"he said in a growl. Wow, he's using my first name. Oh, I'm sorry. Does that mean I'm in trouble?

Again? Well shoot. And I was doing so good.

"What? Are you going to kill me,"I provoked, poking Logan in the chest. Umm...correction. I'm very much a death seeker. Yet, what's odd is that Logan didn't look as if he wanted to kill me. Just angry. "You have a choice,"he said. "And I choose human,"I intercepted swiftly. Then I smiled brightly. "You stay here; you're vampire friends are going to die,"Logan said, wiping the smile off my face,"You come with me; my pack will leave them alone."

Not fair at all. Not that I care at all about Daviel. They can all go after him if they want to. But Jestin doesn't disearve to be killed by werewolves. I quickly put my stone face on, though. "Who cares about them,"I snapped in reply. Logan smiled with a knowing look. "I heard about what you did,"he said with triumph,"You lied. You had a chance for them to be public, and you lied. Blonde hair, blue eyes? Daniel and Destiny? It was all in the papers."

Then he got closer and I backed up some more. "The only reason why you'd protect them, my dearest Ivy, would be because you,"he poked me just like I had poked him,"care for them." No, he's wrong. I protected them because...because...Jestin didn't disearve to be... Whatever. I didn't tell because I'm not a tattletale. Yeah. That's it. "But,"Logan said, backing up himself,"Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe you don't care about them." There, that's it. He's getting it.

Logan smiled wickedly,"Yet, if she didn't like them...why was she so jealous of Tyra Greene as to pin it all on her? Everyone knows that Daviel has a thing for Tyra Greene, but maybe our dearest Ivy didn't like that." He held his hand behind him. "Maybe you care so much about them, that you wanted them to yourself,"Logan suggested dully,"Hmm? Am I right?" I was speechless. NO, he is NOT right! He didn't really give me time to defend myself, anyways.

"Well, I'll be going, then,"Logan stated,"Wish goodbye to your vampire friends while you can." He started towards the window and I said,"Ok, ok. I'll go with you." Logan froze. Then he turned slowly around to look at me. "But only because I'm afraid for YOUR health, Logan,"I said in defiance,"Daviel could kill you in seconds." Actually, I don't know if he could or not. Maybe. Logan didn't seem to think so. He snorted with laughter and said,"I doubt it."

"Still,"I snapped,"I believe he could. So I'll go with your stupid self and make sure you don't go knocking on death's door." Though I reeeeaaaally don't want to. Logan smiled in triumph. Happy that he won the arguement. "All right,"he said happily,"Let's go." Logan grabbed my arm and led me to the window. Before I had reached the window, the room blurred slowly--as if forced--and I stumbled slightly. I didn't hear anything, actually. Nor see anything. I just felt a presence that was familiar...

"Daviel,"I said when I was at the window. The blurred disappeared and a small headache appeared in the back of my head. There was an awkward silence. "You see him,"Logan asked suspiciously, looking out the window. Not really. "No,"I said quickly,"I was just thinking something." When Logan opened the window, I looked down at myself. I'm in my p.j.'s. Black and fuzzy. These pajama's are very comfortable, but I'm in them. And Logan's trying to get me to climb out a window in them.

Before I could even point this out, Logan nudged me. "Go on,"he said, gestering to the open window. I gulped,"Me first?" Logan nodded,"I'll be there in seconds, but I want to make sure you don't chicken out." I didn't move for a second. Then Logan said carefully,"You don't have to be afraid of me, Ivy. I'm still the Logan you met. Nothing's different." I muttered then,"'Cept you're forcing me out a window this time." Yet, I started to crawl out of my window.

I had both of my legs out the window. I was being supported by my jagged brick walls. I had my whole body out and was holding onto the ledge of my window. If I fell...a few bones would be broken. Yet, I had control on myself. "Don't jump. Just climb down slowly,"Logan ordered carefully. I nodded. Then a burst of blur happened again, but the same as the previous one. The feeling of Daviel's presense. Just like that, the vision cleared and I was still hanging outside my window.

"Slowly,"Logan said again. Geez, it's just my house. You act as if I haven't snuck out before. Pfft. But I still hesitated from my two visions. I looked down and remembered how hard it was usually to sneak out. I usually just go out the front door. But I had ahold of this. I got this. Yet my visions were still nagging at me. So much that when I tried my first attempt to step down the wall, I fell.

I know, I know. I'm stupid.

I didn't even try to snatch for safety. I just started falling backwards. As if I knew what was coming. Not a scream came from me. "IVY,"I heard Logan yell. Before I even hit the ground, I was caught. It knocked the wind out of me. Geez, werewolves are fast. Then I was dropped on the ground. It knocked the wind out of me...again. "Ah, damn it,"I said, looking up to see--with great shock--Daviel looking down at me with that wicked smirk of his.

"Stupid, clumsy Iveria,"Daviel stated before looking up at my window. I rolled over onto my stomach just as Logan landed just in front of me--in front of Daviel. "Daviel,"he snarled with disgust. Daviel replied just as furiously,"Logan." Eh, they know each other. I'd like to NOT know them both. With that, I started crawling towards the nearest bush. "No need to get involved,"Logan snarled,"She's picking to become one of us." I successfully made it into my bush!

"Can't let that happen, Logan,"Daviel replied dangerously,"She's too important to become some kind of dog." Did he just say what I think he said? Daviel...who has attempted my murder how many times now? "And you think she'd be better as a vampire,"Logan snapped with distaste,"No. You just want it for yourself. I know what you're up to and I'm not going to let you do it. At least she's staying herself my way." I was now confused. At one point I was referred to as an it.

Once again, I have a name, people!

I suddenly noticed that Logan's body was starting to change shape. "You go now and you'll live, Logan. If you stay, I'll kill you like I killed your brother,"Daviel growled dangerously,"Remember him, Logan? Remember how powerful he thought he was? Not after I got ahold on him." I suddenly felt disgusted. He's acting as if he's proud for killing someone's brother. What if...no, that's insanity talking. I mean, I would have recognized him if Daviel was the one that killed Oak.

"I'm going to kill you,"Logan said in a snarl. And then he was full wolf. I don't know if I can explain it. Like, he was wolf, but he was human. Well, definitly not human, but close. Either way, it was one hell of a scary sight. One that I was suprised that Daviel just glared at in his usual way. Before I could watch them kill each other, a hand grabbed my shoulder. I turned to look at the unusually pale face of Jestin. Yet, it wasn't pale like she usually is. More paler than usual in this case.

"Come on, before you get hurt,"Jestin said in a shaky voice. Maybe she's afraid for Daviel's life or something. I glanced behind me to see Logan attack Daviel, but Jestin dragged me back away from the fight. After awhile of being dragged down the sidewalk and soon into another yard and so on, Jestin started talking again. "I heard that you didn't rat on us after all,"Jestin said with a small smile. I shrugged,"I had minor amnesia. You can ask the doctor himself."

Jestin looked as if she didn't believe me. "What happened, anyways,"I asked,"One second I was at your house. The next, I was in the hospital being told I had an allergic reaction to dust. DUST, for crying out loud." Jestin frowned and said,"Daviel couldn't heal you because you weren't wounded. You were just being wounded or something. So he dropped you off at the hospital--without even me begging him to do it." She looked around,"It was an actual shocker that he didn't come up with some excuse not to take you there."

Then Jestin made a serious face,"Jestin, she's lying. She's obviously boiling up her skin on her back and closing her lungs. I'll get you another one, I promise." I snickered at her mocking. Here was my chance to ask her some questions. "So you know Logan,"I said,"because Daviel killed his brother? Who was his brother and why did Daviel kill him?" Jestin suddenly DID look serious. "No one,"she replied shortly,"Let's go."