Part Thirty-Three:
Being upside down in a totaled car isn't as fun as a fair ride would be. There was an odd smoke in the air, not like fire smoke. Of course, I wouldn't know if it was the engine on fire or not. I've never been in a car wreck before. And I didn't like being upside down like this. I'm sure the seat belt was at fault for me not being on my head on the ceiling of the car, but it's still not fun. I tried to swallow, but it ended up tasting as if I were swallowing my own blood.
Amazed that I can swallow upside down?
It's called peristalsis. The muscles in your esophagus move as a wave to push foods and liquid to your stomach. It allows you to swallow upside down, but I'm sure it's a lot harder with liquid. And I'm sure I don't like the taste of my own blood being shoved down my esophagus by peristalsis. And I'm also sure a lot of people couldn't pronounce these words if their life depended on it. Though, I'm sure a lot of people should know esophagus is the tube that leads from your mouth to your stomach.
I started to cough, and--amazingly enough--I didn't feel pain. That's good, right? That or I'm totally out of it. I blinked the white dust from my eyes, and looked down. Well...more like up if you want to get technical. My seat belt happened to still be on. And my neck felt stiff as a board, yet I didn't feel pain. YET. I started to reach to unbuckle myself and saw shattered glass stabbed into my bleeding hands. Poor, poor hands. They've been through too much these days.
Maybe if I had not been so zoned out, I would've noticed the fact that glass shards were also scattered into my hair. Every move I made dug what glass was in my hair deeper. Oh, what a silly mess. After a second, I started to notice that I wasn't breathing properly. More strangled than not. So I figured maybe I should get out of this smoky car. I struggled with the seat belt, and gave up. Ah well, I'm going to just sit here and let the blood rush to my brain.
And then came...the panic. Smoke. Stuck seat belt. Blood and breathing problems. Dear God, I'm going to be blown up or die of blood loss. I groaned and said loudly,"Daviel." That's right. I'm good enough to remember there happened to be a stupid driver to total this car. I turned my head, feeling a slow sore sensations ache my neck and back. Most likely whip lash. Well, doesn't that just suck?
Not only that, Daviel wasn't in the driver's seat anymore. He was gone with the wind. Disappeared to leave me to die in this car. What idiot stands in the middle of the road like that? I should go smack them. Go...ah, shut up. I then yelled,"Daviel!" He's a vampire. He should beable to handle a wreck. I'm the one who is easily damaged, here! Where is that moron anyways? Probably not wearing his seat belt like you're suppose to. Click it, or ticket.
Don't drink and drive.
Suddenly, there was a loud crashing sound just beside me. I turned to see that my upside down door had been ripped open with a great force. Daviel's head peered in with a blank expression. He had a large gash across his face that happened to be healing before my eyes. Lucky bastard! "You're still alive,"Daviel asked dully. I guess he actually thinks this is some kind of joke. I didn't even glare at him. I'm afraid my energy is spent. My fight or flight reaction of the sympathetic nervous system has worn out. The adrenaline is gone.
"I'm stuck,"I stated to Daviel without much emotion. More of a sentence that was expression an obvious fact. As if you were walking down a sidewalk and pointing at the sky,"Look, it's blue." You know? The pointing-of-the-obvious status. Daviel looked at the seat belt and then at the ceiling of the car...or the floor now. He started swiping the glass out from under me, not caring about the shards being dug into his hands. After he was finished the best he could, he looked at the seat belt again.
"Ok,"Daviel said sharply,"This might hurt. I don't know if the adrenaline has worn off, yet." Just as he said that, I started to feel the pain of my chest...or lungs. Also, these cuts on my hands are very fun, either. Daviel reached across me and grabbed the seat belt. Then he ripped it out of the seat, but before I fell quite painfully onto the ceiling/floor...he caught ahold of me. Now that I was on my back, I felt the blood rush in my head start to cause a slight loss of breath and balance.
It's not as if I had a balance in the first place. I think once your in that kind of wreck that sends the car doing flipping tricks in the air, you kind of lose your balance. "There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm here,"Daviel said with a determined voice. I coughed painfully, causing more unknown blood to trickle onto my tongue. From my calculations, I must have internal bleeding or something. And then a memory hit me like a stone.
"You've said that before,"I stated roughly. Daviel scoffed and started to carefully drag me out of the car. Before I knew it, my mind had a memory lapse and I was out of the car. Daviel held me bridal style before looking around the perimeter. "Where to now, Gov'na,"I asked, determined to sound sarcastic, but failing by instead making it sound as if I were out of breath. "By the sound of it,"Daviel stated, looking at me with amusement,"You have a broken rib. It's digging into your lung, which is why you're breathing blood."
I'm breathing blood? Well, that would explain the neverending taste of blood. Ick. I hate blood. Well, blood never bothered me. Death bothered me for some reason. Though I believe there is nothing after death. Which is why Daviel shouldn't be alive. Which is why I think I've gone insane. If Daviel is a vampire, then that means that I could be wrong about ANYthing. I mean, who wants to be wrong about everything?! Not me, no way. Nope. I'm the always right Poison Ivy.
Before I knew it, the door to Daviel's-n-Jestin's new house was being kicked open by Daviel. "How do you do that,"I asked in a slurred voice. He scoffed again,"Do what?" I started to shrug, but a sharp pain greeted me and I groaned. Jestin's scream suddenly greeted me. "WHAT'D YOU DO TO HER,"Jestin screeched at Daviel,"YOU USELESS JERK! WHAT'D YOU DO? WHAT'S HAPPENED?" Geez, it's called an inside voice for a reason, you dipstick.
That's her new name: Dipstick.
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.
Jack jump over the candle stick.
(Amanda Ham)
Ok, I officially think I've gone insane. Or maybe just a wittle crazy. But only a little. "Car wreck,"Daviel snapped at Jestin in annoyance,"Some idiot was in the road." Jestin gasped in rage,"Who was it?!" I was laid gently on the couch, but it still hurt greatly. Daviel, meanwhile, was glaring at Jestin,"I don't know. They were gone once we did a couple of flips." Jestin's head hovered over mine, and I felt like poking her nose. Nooooossse. Little, white NOSE.
"Heal her,"Jestin hissed,"I think she's uncontious. Her eyes are opened, but she looks out of it." Hey, only I can say that about myself! I'd move, but it just doesn't sound so appealing at this moment. Instead, I just laid there, staring upward in a daze. "Fine,"Daviel stated, extremely annoyed. I'm now curious as to what he's going to do. Did they say something about healing me? Only God can do me such a great favor. Wait, I can't remember if I believe in him or not.
If so: I love ya, God.
If not: ...
I turned my head to see what Daviel and Jestin were up to. Only Daviel caught it, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he pressed his thumb nail against his wrist until it broke the skin. What the fuck is he doing? "Get out,"Daviel ordered Jestin. She frowned,"Why? I've seen it before. I'm a vampire, too, Daviel." He rolled his eyes,"Just get out. Go on. Shoo. Go fly, don't bother me." Jestin stood up, looking very harrassed, and left the room to elsewhere.
I continued to stare sleepily at Daviel. He moved closer to me and said quietly,"I know you're not unconsious." Oh, good for you. Someone give the boy a cookie. He's just won the super Quiz Bowl. Party at my house! "I'm going to heal you, and it'll be simple,"Daviel stated darkly,"Just drink a little of my blood, and you should do well." If I could, I'd scoff. Or Pfft a good one. As if I'm going to drink BLOOD. I've got enough of my own to do me well, thank you very much.
He started to move his wrist towards me, but I turned my head quickly. Ow. It's worth it. Ew. Drinking blood is for freaks like him. Not me. Nope. I'm fine healing the correct way, thanks. I heard Daviel sigh with annoyance. "You don't have to drink much, Ivy,"Daviel snapped,"Just drink it. Don't you want to be healed? Or would you like a couple of serguries?" I didn't answer. Mentally, I did. I'd prefer a surgery. They inject blood. Better than DRINKING it!
"Fine, we'll do it the hard way,"Daviel growled. He reached over and forced me to look at him. Then Daviel put his wrist over my mouth. Simply, I clamped my mouth shut. Now, the only thing keeping his blood from reaching my system was my lips and my front teeth. Good enough for me! "Bleeding Christ,"Daviel said furiously,"You act as if it's going to kill you!" Maybe, we'll never know. Daviel pulled back and sat on the floor in deep thought.
Think all you want. You're NOT getting me to drink VAMPIRE blood!
Daviel smirked, suddenly. Then he started chewing on his finger, still thinking. Chewing on your finger is a bad habit. Especially if you're a vampire. You could end up eating your finger if you're not careful... Wait. Eat it, go on. Eat your finger, Daviel! Hehehe. Mwahahaha. AHAhaha. "Ok,"Daviel said in defeat,"Fine, you don't have to drink my blood. You can just suffer." I was suspicious. I was figuring he'd pry my mouth open or something. That would be Daviel.
"Here,"Daviel stated, getting closer,"I'll get some of that glass out of your hair. I'm sure you'd be better off without them, right?" I continued to peer at him suspiciously. He started to pick the glass shards from my hair. Great. This would take, what?...forever? I coughed slightly, but ignored the pain and the taste of my blood. Then I nearly choked when Daviel moved his hand to my cheek. He started rubbing it softly, staring at me closely. What is he doing?
"It's good you're not complaining like I know some people would,"Daviel stated dully,"You know how annoying it is to hear someone whine and whine all the time?" I nodded slightly. Mainly people at school. But...but teacher! I forgot my homework at home. Pleeeaase, let me turn it in tomorrow!! Eh, it's so annoying. Daviel moved his hand to my neck, sending a fluttering feeling through my gut. Something I'm sure I've never felt before.
It's all confusing. Daviel rubbed his finger over the bite on my neck. "Maybe I shouldn't have done that,"he said quietly, looking at it carefully. Oh, wow. If only you would have thought of that sooner, huh? You stupid-- Daviel was suddenly closer than ever. I could practically count the pores on his face. It seemed as if my heart had stopped completely. And then he pressed his lips over mine.