Part Thirty-One:

That stupid Tyra. I should've known she had been the one all along. I mean, I'm the one with the sight here! I should've...seen it coming or something. But nooo, instead I was nearly choked to death. It's only by luck that Daviel got here in time. Probably was looking for his team mate to go play hockey was. Probably by chance that he found her nearly choking to death. Not only that, I practically destroyed the evidence of Tyra trying to poison the air I breathe.

Can I count on Daviel to trust me?

I mean, he can't read my mind. He obviously isn't too into looking into Tyra's if he couldn't figure that she poisoned me in the first place. So what if he doesn't believe that Tyra actually did try to poison me? And here I am, on the ground in some empty room. Daviel had moved my hands away from my neck. Hopefully to check that my neck hadn't been snapped in two instead of wondering where the best place to bite me would be. That would suck.

It'd be like...oh my God, Tyra tried to kill me. Then, oh my God, Daviel like totally saved me. THEN it's, oh my God, Daviel just killed me. Not only that, but he went off and married Tyra. Yeeeah. That would suck. But Daviel only let go of me and walked across the room to where he had thrown Tyra. Whoopee! I didn't get killed. Another point for the danger magnet who can avoid ultimate danger to an extent! Well, I guess Daviel can get half a point for keeping me from getting killed. And Tyra loses a point...for being stupid.

Daviel grabbed Tyra by the arm and dragged her to her feet. Then he pulled her over to where I was now starting to stand back up. "Ok,"Daviel said, obviously pissed,"Explain, NOW." I glared at Tyra, who glared back. Then we both lauched into two different explainations at once. It's confusing what was being fully said, so let's put it in a way you'll understand.

Tyra's explaination sounded something of the sort---I haven't drank in a long time. Ivy was prevoking me. She even tried to steal my purse. I couldn't control myself.---It's like she knows Daviel and my relationship from first view.

My explaination was simply something of THIS sort---I saw her purse. I was only curious. I saw poison that she had made me breathed. I was going to tell you. So she tried to kill me.---Wow, doesn't that sound exactly like the truth?

Either way, we both happened to be yelling these accusations at the same time. Sounded like an episode of Jerry Springer except for the fact that two of them were vampires and lonely me would be killed in seconds if I even tried to attack them. Well, I DID attack Tyra. Luck. Obviously I have a lot of it. Maybe when I meet lady Luck, I should thank her. A bunch! Before we even stopped yelling at each other, Daviel interupted with great annoyance.

"All right! Shut up,"he snapped at us both. I crossed my arms, slightly coughing, and glared at Tyra. The effects of the poison seemed to die out on a vampire a lot quicker than on a human. "First of all,"Daviel started, turning to me,"It was an allergic reaction. Not poison. Second, you stop pissing off vampires or one day you WILL be killed by someone." Daviel then turned to Tyra,"Third, you need to get a hold on yourself. It's just a purse."

Tyra pouted--the suck-up--and I only sulked. "She wants to ki-,"I started, but Daviel turned and cut me off. "No more talking,"he growled at me. I was going to tell him that Tyra wanted to kill Jestin, but nooo. Daviel has to be so stubborn. Stubborn people are so annoying. Daviel's got to be the only stubborn person I know, and I hate him. Hmph. Fine, let Tyra kill Jestin. It'll show you, then! At her funeral, I just shove it in your face. Not poison, eh? Pfft.

"I think it's best if you two just don't see each other,"Daviel stated slowly. I felt slightly great about that idea, and Tyra didn't seem to mind. She figures as long as Daviel thinks that she just has a dislike towards me, she can still get to Jestin. Oh, I have an idea. I'll tell Jestin. "Well, ok,"Tyra said, with a sly smile,"I'm sorry for losing myself, Davvy." I made a disgusted face and pretended to gag. "I think I'd better go,"Tyra snarled at my mocking. Bitch.

Then she left the room. Left me alone here with Daviel. After a second, Daviel turned and peered at me. "You just make everyone want to kill you, don't you,"he asked in amusement. I glared at him,"And you can't read Tyra's mind, either, you friggin idiot." He scoffed and walked over to the door. Daviel peered his head out the door and closed it. Then locked it. What is he doing? He's probably got his own poison to inject me with. Down goes Ivy...again.

Daviel turned and walked to the window. This time I was confused even more when he locked the window and closed the blinds. "What are you doing,"I asked snappishly. "Oh, shut up,"Daviel snapped in reply. Then he went to the second door to repeat the process. "You think you know everything,"I said, frustrated,"But Tyra comes along and you don't know anything. It's ok. I'll just tell Jestin." I turned to leave the room. The moment I started for the door, Daviel was in front of it.

I looked at the other door he was suppose to be---clear across the room. Then I looked at him, blocking my exit, and looked at the other door again. "How'd you-,"I started, but he interupted. "You're not telling Jestin anything,"Daviel said shortly. I shrugged,"Oh really? Tell me that once I tell Jestin Eh-ver-ee-thing." Then I smiled widely at my sarcasm. Daviel advanced towards me and the smile dissolved into nothing. I don't like it when he looked that determined to shut me up.

He grabbed my chin and lifted my face to look at him. "No, you're not going to tell her anything,"Daviel stated sharply. I smacked his hand away from me. "There's nothing to tell, remember,"I snarled, furiously. Who is he to tell me what I am and am not going to do? "You think I can't read Tyra's mind? I know what she is up to,"Daviel said in reply. I frowned,"But you just said-" Daviel interupted swiftly,"I...lie." Then he smiled at my look of confusion.

"Look. She isn't an old vampire, but she isn't young, either. Tyra tries to block her mind, but I happen to be a master at getting pass blockage,"Daviel explained,"I knew she poisoned you. I know she wants to kill Jestin. I know WHY she wants to kill Jestin. I know it all." I snorted,"I told you that you thought you knew everything. If so, what am I thinking riiiight now." You're an idiot, I hate you. Guess that! Ha. Daviel only stared at me for a second, then said,"You're thinking that I'm an idiot and that you hate me."

I widened my eyes,"Hey! I thought you couldn't read my mind, you little liar!" Daviel shined a secret smile. "I don't have to read your mind, Ivy. It's all on your face,"Daviel said, poking my forehead. I rubbed my forehead in complaint and he continued,"It's like your writing it all on your face. Right there, there, oh, and there." He continued to poke my cheek, chin, and the tip of my nose. "STOP IT,"I snapped, shoving his chest. He didn't budge.

"Fine, so you know what she's up to. Why does she want to kill Jestin? Why are you still allowing her here? Aren't you afraid of her killing Jestin? What, are you stupid?! What's wrong with you,"I asked the questions like bullets. If I have too many questions in my head, I want them all answered at once. It's just a thing of mine! Hehe.

"None of your business, none of your business, no, no, and nothing,"Daviel said quickly. Then I had to sort which answer fit with which questions. Before I could figure out to bug him into answering my first two questions, he interupted my thoughts. "Don't go around Tyra,"Daviel ordered suddenly. I shrugged,"Fine. Why?" He only shook his head,"I don't want YOU around her. Jestin can deal for awhile, but you're too easily dead. I want you to promise not to tell Jestin, by the way."

I frowned again. "But shouldn't she know that Tyra wants to kill her,"I asked in protest. Daviel replied swiftly,"No. She'll know soon enough, but don't tell her. I don't want her to know about it. I don't want her to figure out why. Just don't tell her. Promise?" I shook my head and turned around to head to the other door. Instead, I ran into Daviel. Before I could process how the hell he got from the door behind to in front of me in a split second, Daviel said,"Promise me you won't."

I didn't answer. Daviel put his hands on each side of my face. "Please, don't tell,"he said. Daviel's hands are so cold against my cheek, but it only cools off the heat that usually gives me a headache occasionally. I never noticed how sweet he smelled, or how soft his skin felt against mine. What the hell am I saying!? "A--yuh,"I replied dizzily. Daviel smiled in amusement,"You're not trying to trick me or something?" I would've shook my head, but it wouldn't have worked.

"No,"I replied,"I won't tell." He seemed relieved. I guess he was expecting a more feverish fight or something. That's what I WAS planning. That is, until I went crazy for a second there. Daviel stared at me for a second, then let go of my face. "Good,"he said,"Yeah...yeah, that's good. You...just...you know...stay away from Tyra." I nodded and backed up towards the door. "Ok,"I stated,"I'll just--" I walked out of the door. Then I traveled my happy way up to my room. Wow, was that insane or what?

"I can't believe you don't know how to wash your own laudry,"I stated in shock. Jestin smiled innocently and watched me slowly put her clothing into the washing machine. "Usually we have a maid come by and do it,"Jestin admitted. I muttered bitterly,"Lazy hobo's." Jestin only laughed and said,"You're the one who can't cook...or drive...or stay in small, locked areas." I scoffed,"But at least I can keep CLEAN on my own. Sure I may starve and never go anywhere, but I'll still be clean."

And I smiled brightly. "All you do is put the clothes in. Poor your detergent to 'Max'. Set it to either 'Normal' or 'Heavy Duty'. And then you just press 'on'." I did all this and the washer started doing it's thing. Then I turned and looked around. "Now is the wait,"I said darkly,"Dum, dum, dum." We sat there a moment in silence. This could be a good time to innocently be curious. I glanced at Jestin, who was watching me with an odd expression.

"Why do you keep on looking at me like that,"I asked in a harrassed voice. Not how I wanted to start the questionaire, but will do. "It's just...nevermind,"Jestin said shortly, looking at the opposite wall with a small smirk of amusement. "No, seriously, what,"I asked, now very curious. Jestin sighed and said,"It's just that you and Daviel are...like...almost exactly like each other, but with different tweeks." I glared at her,"Don't you say that. I'm nothing like that moron."

Jestin laughed openly. "I'm serious,"I snapped. She shook her head and said,"You two are practically made together." Then she paused in deep thought. "You two should, like, get together or something,"Jestin said, her face slipping into a wide smile,"Fall in looove." I scoffed,"Shut up! That's just stupid talk." I turned my back on her furiously. She walked around in front of me,"Daviel and Ivy sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marrage--" I kicked her chin.

"THAT'S NOT FUNNY,"I bellowed at her,"That's dumb. Stop it!!" Jestin still smirked,"Fine. But I know. You know. We know." I glared at her in denial. That is stupid. Who would ever say that? Me and Daviel? That's a BIG pfft. Here, let's define it clearly.

Me+DavielPFFT.