Part Thirty:

"How about some judias verdes,"Jestin asked, looking through the kitchen cabinets. Green beans? Nah. "No me gusta,"I stated shortly in reply. As in, I don't like it. Jestin opened the refridgerator,"We have las uvas. Te gustaria?" Stupid spanish speaking wench. Would I like grapes? "Nope,"I said simply. I'm waiting for her to offer meat. Me want meat. Meeaaat. MEAT!

"How about some pollo y macoroni y queso,"Jestin said, twisting from English to Spanish and back. Chicken and mac-n-cheese. Will do. "Cool beans,"I replied happily. "Cool Macoroni and cheese,"Jestin said in turn, pulling out a box of noodles and a pack of cheese. Good thing SHE can cook. I'm useless. Hehe. Before we said anything else, another voice interupted with,"Cool Macoroni and Beans." Both Jestin and I turned to see who our new friend was.

Tyra.

New friend? Pfft. I'd rather go befriend a hungry tiger. They're prettier. Also, Mac-n-beans? What the fuck is so cool about that? Eh, someone take her away before I blow a vein. Tyra instead started by saying,"I'm just here to say hello. Do you know where Davvy is, Jes?" Tyra blinked and smiled all innocently--I only glared--and waited for Jestin to give her directions. Jestin shrugged,"I think he's just got back from visiting Riley. He should be in his den, I guess."

Tyra smiled widened,"Oh, Good! I'll be downstairs, then. Thanks." With that, Tyra started to leave the kitched. Jestin turned to start cooking the chicken for me. Then Tyra turned to smiled wickedly at me. "Nice to see you here, Ivy is it,"Tyra asked curiously. I nodded, managing to keep my face blank from expression. Tyra 'hmphed' and shrugged,"I'd kill myself if I had a name like that." And then she glided out of the kitchen, leaving my blank face melting into a deep scowl of hatred.

"Well,"Jestin said with her back still turned,"After I'm done here, I'm going to go head off to Zander's for a while." She turned her head to look at me. "Is that all right,"Jestin asked...then paused,"Are YOU all right?" I nodded shortly. Probably not, but oh well. I'll deal with this. "Ok, then,"she said cautiously. Chicken and mac-n-cheese was place in front of me. "Eat,"Jestin stated,"I'll be back after a while, all right?" I nodded again, loving the smell of this food in front of me.

My mother stopped cooking after Oak died. That's why I never learned to cook myself. I had no one to teach me anything. Since the tragedy of Oaklan, we usually ate out, ordered in, or starved...or make a sandwich. Whichever one appeals to us that night. Usually I just starve, though. Food stopped seeming so important to me. Everything was bland, I guess. I just forgot to eat soon enough. Except at school. They remind you that it's lunch time two times a day. Well, one lunch, but seperated into two sections.

Anyways, Jestin disappeared and I ate my food by my lonesome. Then I got up, rinsed my dishes, and put them in the dishwasher. I'm tidy like that. Well...to an extent. I'd leave it out if I were home, but that's just because I want to remind my parents they have another kid who DIDN'T die. God, they're annoying. Not to mention they are the biggest christians ever. That's why they won't divorce. It's not "God's Way".

It's a good thing they don't know I'm Atheist. They'd kill me themselves. All this cross wearing confuses them, though, so I'm cool for now. Besides, I have this STRICT rule on not talking about religion. It was just a slip on that debate against Ruth. I have so many people who are christians, I just prefer to keep myself quiet. I had someone in class ask me if I was Christian. I sat for a moment, then said,"Oh, what?" And they're like,"Are you Christian?" I only shrugged and said,"What are we talking about?"

It went on like that for twenty minutes until they dropped it.

Let's pull ourselves out from my past, now, and get back to now. Now, I'm curious as to what Tyra is up to. I can't speak for Jestin, but I didn't hear Daviel come home. Tyra may be nosing around like her nosy self. I can't let that happen! Must stop Super Bitch. I'm not one for procrastinating, so I shall stop her now...which is where we are...now. Right. So I walked out of the kitchen and headed towards where I knew to be the direction of Daviel's new den.

I know it isn't as big as the other one, but this house isn't as big as the other one so what can you expect? It happens. I found myself 'accidently' in front of the door to the den. After a second, I only listened to see if I could hear Tyra nosing around in there. Actually, I wasn't trying to see if I could hear...more like waiting to hear. You can't exactly see what you hear. Do you know what I mean? If not, oh well. I listened for the sound of Tyra buzzing about Daviel's bee's wax.

Well, I don't exactly care about Daviel's business. I just want to pin Tyra on something so that she'll be banned from coming near me for the rest of my pathetical life. Evil? So what? That's me for you! I'm evil Ivy. Poison Ivy. But not slutty poison Ivy...just myself Poison Ivy. I thought I heard Tyra snickering about something, so I smiled evily. I grabbed the doorknob and opened it veerrry quietly. So quietly that Tyra wouldn't hear me sneaking up on her!

Instead of shocking Tyra, I was shocked in turn. Turns out Daviel WAS home. He was sitting in his den chair. Not only that, Tyra was sitting on top of him like a little kid. A little kid who is playing tongue hockey with Daviel. Automatically, I stepped just as quietly out of Daviel's den. Ok.

Note to self: NEVER enter Daviel's Den EVER again.

Daviel's DenNot so great view.

I shuttered with disgust and started to make my way back towards my room. Yep, MY room. Not Jestin's or Daviel's or anyone else's. There was plenty of rooms in here, and I got one for myself. So I was going to go gag within my own room. That is...until I spotted the unmistakeable purse of precious hockey player/Tyra. I glanced at the Den door, but no one was coming out for a bit by my thoughts. Then I snatched the purse and headed up towards my room.

My room was just as blank as my room at home. What can I say? I have no character! I sat down in the middle of my floor. Then I tipped Tyra's purse so that all her contents poored down on the ground; naked and exposed to Poison Ivy. There's got to be some pills Tyra is taking or something. SOMETHING embarrissing I can throw in her angelic, stupid, all greatness, Goddess, idiotic, ugly, dumb face. I stifled through the gum, makeup, lotion, mirror, change, and so on.

Then something cold rubbed against the back of my hand when I stifled pass her mascara. It was a small, crystal bottle. I looked at it with confusion and grabbed it. Then I lifted it up to see what the small label said. Maybe it was something I needed after all! Instead of seeing something embarrissing like "Boob Enhancer" or something, I got "Dust Poison". My brows furrowed together in great confusion. Dust Poison? I turned over the bottle to see another label in even smaller letters.

"Burns skin and closes lungs. Exactly like an allergic reaction! Just throw some in their face when they aren't looking, and it's a painful death for sure!"

I gave a gasp of disgust. That Tyra tried to kill me! She threw this stuff in my face when I was reading that book and it almost killed me! SHE did it!! I can't believe this. I shoved everything back into her purse except for the stupid Dust Poison. That, I put it in my pocket. Then I went back downstairs with more of a prance in my step and put the purse back on the desk. Before I turned around, someone said,"What were you doing with my purse?"

I turned to look at Tyra. I smirked and said,"Why? Afraid I'll find something you don't want me to know about? Like...say...poison you tried to kill me with?" And then I glared at her. Tyra glanced at the Den door. "So you know. Big deal,"Tyra said with ease. She's only trying to act as if it doesn't matter. I know she's in big trouble. "Big deal? Let's see what 'Davvy' thinks about it,"I sneered. Tyra glared at me,"You're not going to tell him, Ivy."

I shrugged,"Well, actually, that's exactly what I'm planning, you see. It's si-" Tyra interupted by snapping,"I'M not going to LET you tell him, Ivy. You're jealousy is blocking your brain, Ivy. I'm the vampire, here, Ivy. You're the human, Ivy." True, but that never stopped me from pissing off Daviel. "Stop saying Ivy so much, Tyra. I think it makes you sound dumb, Tyra. Come join my telling on your stupid ass, Tyra. It'll be so much fun, TYRA,"I snapped in reply.

Then I started towards the den.

I think I would have made it, too. That is...if Tyra hadn't grabbed my neck with a death grip and start to drag me into another empty room. I was clawing at her hands, seeing as she was choking me to death. "Can't let you tell him,"Tyra snarled,"He wouldn't trust me anymore. Do you know what that could mean? I could never kill Jestin if he won't trust me to be near YOU. You're always around Jestin. It's like you two are stuck together, but you're alone now. And I can't let you ruin my plan."

Why in the WORLD does this wench want to kill Jestin?! What did Jestin ever do to Tyra?! Jestin LIKES Tyra for crying out loud! Tyra slammed me back against the wall, sending red stars into my eyes---both from lack of oxygen and head collision. "It's ok. I'll make it quick enough,"Tyra growled, not sounding so sweet anymore. Her precious, angelic smile had disappeared long ago. This was the side of Tyra I heard in my vision when I first met her. Good thing I never trusted her.

Well...it doesn't help that I never trusted her, anyways. I saw Tyra move my hair from my shoulder and she traced her tongue over her fangs. Fangs? Oh, sweet mother of God. I'm going to be bitten by a preppy vampire bitch. Not to mention killed. I mean, come on. I'm Ivy. Being killed by Daviel is expected, but by this wimpy witch?! No way. Not me. Tyra bent to bite me. I reached into my pocket--on the verge of passing out with the lack of oxygen--and use the rest of my strength for my attack.

It's simple really.

I just pulled out the bottle of poison and slammed it into the side of Tyra's head. It shattered, which I had anticipated, and I didn't even breathe in when Tyra let go of my throat with a glass-shattering scream. The glass of the bottle dug into her face, dripping blood. The dust surrounded her head, which she happened to have felt the affects of breathing it. "You stupid HUMAN,"Tyra screamed at me. She started scratching her skin feverishly--without as much tolerance I had had when I itched.

Then, before I could take a breath of fresh air, Tyra wrapped her hands around my neck. I struggled against her hands, digging my nails into her wrists. I...can't...stand...not...breathing! Must breathe! I need AIR! Tyra winced for some reason--probably her new back pain--and she started a small wheeze. "I'll kill you,"she weezed out. She's a vampire, though. They shouldn't need to breathe. BUT I DO! I kicked at Tyra and she kept a firm grip.

And then Tyra was ripped from me. I gasped in the air, not even wincing at the bruising left over on my throat. And then I dropped to the floor. Not passing out, just taking a little break. I still gasped in air, trying to fill the absense that Tyra had caused. And then someone put their fingers under my chin and lifted my head to look up. "Are you ok,"Daviel asked, oddly concerned. I nodded and said rasply,"Mas o menos." More or less.