Part Twenty-Nine:

I didn't move from the couch. In fact, I was planning on keeping my nice, little booty on this couch until Daviel went and got himself smacked over the head with a boat. Impossible? Well, I thought vampires were impossible and look what happened there. I, personally, am amazed by the fact that Jestin utterly ditched me. She grabbed that preppy bitch...sorry...reword: She grabbed that lovable, precious, darling Tyra--who can kiss my ass--and left me alone with this lunatic. Also known as Daviel.

I hope Jestin is happy with herself because I'm not.

Of her.

Not me.
I'm happy with myself.

I meant, I hope she's happy with herself...

because I'm not happy with her...self.

Right. "Come on, it shouldn't be too hard,"Daviel said, walking towards me. Then he paused,"Well, knowing you, you'll probably make it as hard as possible." Oh, you know me so well. I shook my head. "Good, come on,"Daviel said shortly. I shook my head again. "I don't know what you're talking about,"I said in response to his sudden annoyance. Daviel scowled,"Jestin isn't here to help me, and I don't want to just sit here and bleed out this slow-healing process."

Then he was muttering something of the sort,"How can humans stand it?" Meanwhile, I was in a mat of confusion. "Well, why don't you heal yourself? You're a so-called vampire. Quit being so lazy,"I said in a pretend snappish voice. I'm not really into caring is Daviel is bothered by gashes. He grabbed my wrist and started yanking me off the couch. "I'm a vampire, but your dearest Logan is a werewolf,"Daviel stated the obvious. I shrugged,"So?"

Daviel rolled his eyes at my stupidity. I don't think I'm being stupid. I think he's being stupid. Of course I know that he thinks he's a vampire and Logan thinks he's a werewolf. That's being unignorant. Is that even a word? I don't know. "It just so happens that the claws of a werewolf has a certain poison in them that make our healing the wounds inflicted by them slower,"Daviel said complicatedly. I understood what he said, but I only blinked. Daviel pointed at a gash.

"See,"he said,"A werewolf's claw did that. The poison on the claw went into my system. Slow healing." He's talking as if I'm a little kid. I could kick him for this. "Right, so go get an antidote or something,"I snapped in harrassment. Daviel sighed,"There isn't an antidote. Come on, you're going to help me bandage this up. I'm not so talented as to make my back my chest, and vice versa." Well, by the way you act, you probably could. Mr. I-Can-Do-It-All.

That would actually sound very wrong if it were Mr. I-Can-Do-Them-All.

Let's stick with the first one. "But I don't wanna,"I whined as he dragged me across the room and out into another room. "It isn't hard,"Daviel stated in annoyance,"You just have to hear what I'm saying." I scoffed,"I can hear what you say without listening, you know. There's a difference between listening and hearing. To hear is just to recieve a sound into your brain or something. To listen is to recieve a sound, BUT to understand or at least TRY to understand what it is." Daviel turned to me.

"Blah, blah, blah. All you ever do is talk, talk, and talk some more,"he said in annoyance,"Just shut your trap." I opened my mouth,"LALALA. I'm talking! What are ya gonna do 'bout it?!" And then I stuck my tongue out at him. Look, he got me to talk incorrectly. I'm being brainwashed. I'm losing my I.Q. the more I stay with them. They don't exist...so eventually I won't exist. Just perfect. That's just what I need to final my doom in this hell.

Daviel dragged me into another room with a fireplace in it. Oooh, fire. Let's set the place along with fire! Daviel let go of me and disappeared inside a closet for a moment. After a while, he came back out with a blanket. He moved the chairs aside and put the pillows and blankets on the floor. Then he disappeared again and came back with a bag labeled 'First Aide'. I didn't move; just stood there and watched the injured one go about doing everything. I'M not going to help.

"Come here,"Daviel suddenly said when he had a couple of things from the 'First Aide' in order to use. He sat idian style on the blanket and gestured for me to come over. After a second of hesitation, I walked over and sat on the pillow. "It's not hard, I can do my chest,"Daviel stated and I interupted,"Good, the less epidermis, the better." He only stared at me in amusement for a moment before saying,"Just watch how I clean the wound and put the ban-"

I interupted again,"I know." This time, Daviel glared at me,"Take this seriously, Iveria." I shrugged,"It's Ivy and I know." He paused, seeming to gain control of himself, and then said,"Just watch." Before he could start explaining how to do it, again, I said,"I know." This seemed to make him snap. He turned and snatched at me, but I backed up swiftly. "I meant I know how to do it, you idiot,"I yelled at him before he could tackle and strangle me.

"Get over here,"he snapped impatiently. I crawled back over to the pillow. "I've been taking medical classes in preparation for Med. school, dipstick,"I said simply,"And, you won't believe this, First Aide was the number one subject. I mean, go figure. Who would have thunk that learning to clean wounds and put on bandages was a priority in learning to be a doctor?" I went over the top with the sarcasm. It happens. Especially when I think people are being over-the-top retarded.

There was a moment of silence in which I figured Daviel was wondering whether it was best to kill me now or not. I was shocked when Daviel said suddenly,"You want to be a doctor?" Out of aaaall that sarcasm, he gets the one remark that pertained to my future. Well, I did say I was taking classes. So maybe all of the sarcasm was pertaining to my future career. I only narrowed my eyes in suspicion. "Maybe,"I said,"Maybe not."

Then I decided to go ahead on my sarcasm with,"I was actually planning on learning to be a doctor...and then I was going to be a mad scientist and take over the world!" Daviel only looked at me with more amusement than usual. "What,"I asked, slightly confused. "Ok, let's get me fixed up,"Daviel stated suddenly,"Besides, the hard part is taking out whatever the fuck your dog friend stabbed into my back." I smiled widely,"It looked like a piece of my mailbox."

He scoffed at this, but only took off his shirt. Normally I'd been awed or SOMETHING. I mean, sure I don't get embarrissed or blush, but usually I say something stupid like "woohoo". I'm weird like that. Instead, I said,"Ow." These maulings weren't so hot looking. Well, actually anything on Daviel is hot--this I'll admit with much relunctance--but hot as in not nice looking. There was an awkward silence as Daviel started cleaning and bandaged the wounds on his stomach and forearms.

I decided to break it with,"Well, looks like someone needs a tan." He glanced at me with a smirk,"That makes the two of us." I glanced at my skin which was oddly almost as pale as his own. Well, I don't spend much in the sun myself, so it happens. Daviel suddenly said,"Ok, you're turn." And he handed me some alcohol, peroxide, and cotton swabs. I started with his neck, seeing as that was a particular nasty wound. It took a while, but soon enough it was clean and bandaged.

"All right,"I said,"Do me a favor and lay down." He looked at me skeptically,"On my stomach? You've got to be kidding me." I grabbed his shoulders and shoved him without prevail. "You jerk, get down on those blankets right now,"I ordered firmly. He laughed and said,"That sounds more like the way a woman talks to me." Pervert. Daviel laid down on his stomach, making it easier to clean the wounds on his back. Just for the heck of it, I smacked the back of his head.

"First dominance and now abuse,"Daviel said with a sigh,"What next?" I snorted,"Don't talk to me about abuse. How about a coffin for YOU?" And then I poured some alcohol on one deep wound. He didn't respond. Stupid vampire. I pressed down on the wound with a cloth with force. "If I didn't know better,"Daviel said slowly,"I'd say that you are trying to hurt me, Ivy." I rolled my eyes, but said,"Now why would I do such an unspeakable thing?"

Wait until I get to that scrap of metal. Mwahahaha.

"So,"I said before he could bother me with his snide remarks,"I never heard Jestin tell you about me agreeing to be a werewolf. When'd she tell?" Daviel tensed at the mention of werewolves, but didn't remark about that. "I heard it when I saw her,"he said shortly. I thought about it for a moment. Then it hit me. I then said,"You mean, you didn't hear it. You saw it in Jestin's thoughts." It's the only thing that makes sense to me. Unless when she hissed she said,"Ivy agreed to being werewolf."

Likely, but not likely. "Actually, yes I did,"Daviel stated in confirmation. I smirked,"But poor you. You can't seem to read mine. That or you just like to tortue me to death." He shrugged, and it messed up my bandage I was applying to one wound. "Stay still,"I snapped, annoyed. After I had all the wounds done except for the metal, I stopped. There was a great pause. Then Daviel said,"Well, pull it out." I shook my head,"I don't think I want to anymore."

Actually, it didn't sound appealing at all. Plus, what if it does hurt and he pins the pain on me? No, I'm fine with not taking it out right now. "Pull it out,"Daviel said,"Just make it quick. It won't hurt too much." Well, it looks like it's lodged between your ribs. That seems painful to me! "Nah, I'm sure Jestin will be happy to do that part, thanks,"I said quickly. Daviel looked over his shoulder at me,"Just pull it out, already." I only backed up a little.

"Pull it out,"Daviel snapped. "I don't thin-" I was interupted. "Take it-,"he started. Hey, I'll go into this war anytime. "Nope, I'll stick wi-,"I started. Daviel said,"You'd better pu-" Me,"No, I do-" Him,"I will so ki-" Me,"I totally don't ca-" Him,"If you don't tak-" Me,"But I don't wan-" Him,"Take it-" Me,"No-" Him,"You pull tha-" Me,"FINE. I'll take it out, you stupid JERK!"

I grabbed the metal and ripped it out with all my strength. Without a second thought. Daviel winced oh so greatly at this point. Then I saw the blood leaking out from the now gaping hole in his back. "OH MY GOD, I'VE KILLED YOU,"I screamed in horror. He didn't say anything at first. Then the hole started to form together as if it was covering itself or something. When all the tissue and muscle had combined to leave perfect, unscarred skin, Daviel turned to face me.

"Some doctor you'll make,"he scoffed. I dropped the piece of metal and crossed my arm. "Well...well, you'd been dead if that was real,"I said bitterly. Daviel looked at me with disbelief,"Wha- I'm...you...Bleeding Christ, Ivy, I AM real!!" And then I frowned. "Well,"I said slowly,"I...I know that, now. I meant if you were human. If you were human, you would've been dead."

Daviel softly reached and grabbed my wrist. I only watched in confusion as he traced his fingertip over the pulse on my wrist. For a moment, he just traced it. Then he dropped my wrist as if it burned him. "I've got to go,"Daviel stated sharply, shooting up to his feet. Before I could ask him where he was going, he disappeared through the door. That's odd if you ask me once. Or twice.