Part Thirty-Four:
A person always expects a first kiss to be magic. As if sparks were flying everywhere and electricity was motivating your body. That's just silly talk. You really want the feeling of be stunned. Of having somebody you absolutely adore show their feelings for you in such a way that defines it. Telling you that you are the one. Then you want to feel relaxed. As if there wasn't a world. As if nothing bad could happen, just as long as you're in his arms.
I got the stunned part down, for sure. But not for the reason that I adored him. Daviel has switched suddenly from being absolutely cruel to me...to suddenly kissing me? And during this time, our lips break apart and our tongues meet. Disgusting? I don't...well...know? Maybe I would have been just fine, if I hadn't remembered seeing him playing tongue hockey with Tyra. Instead, I ripped myself away from him as if he were acid. God, he's hot. Crap.
Or maybe I ripped away because an odd sensation was flowing through my body. I gasped as a popping sensation in my chest. Then the glass in my hands were being slowly pushed out and replaced with my unharmed skin. The sores of my neck and back were replaced with a refreshed sensation. All odd sensations were occuring. Including the sick sensation of kissing Daviel. Not sick as in "Oh...my...God. He's so friggin icky." But sick as in "What the hell just happened".
Would you know it? The oddest thing happened. Suddenly, my breath disappeared and the world went dark.
The world came back and I gasped in a breath. I had been gone only for a second. It wasn't even enough time to panic! And then I snapped into sitting position. "What happened,"I said in a panic. It's not normal to black out like THAT. I mean, at least the other times felt as if I were...I don't know. Breathing. I felt weak, which is odd because being healed--I don't know how I got healed--was at first making me feel energized. I glared at Daviel,"And what did you do?"
Daviel smiled wickedly before saying,"It's only a side effect of mixing vampire blood with human's." I continued to glare at him, not quite understanding this. "What side effect? Knocking me senseless,"I snapped furiously. He shook his head, still smiling,"Try knocking you...well, dead." It felt as if the room temperature had dropped below freezing. "Holy shit, am I a vampire,"I said in a panic. I don't waaaaant to be a vampire. Noo. Not me.
"No,"Daviel said in distaste at my reaction,"It's like I jump started you. A vampire's blood is made to strengthen...heal. But it comes with a price. Luckily, you stupid humans have enough of your own blood to keep from staying dead. That's why we have to take enough of your blood, first. And THEN give you our blood. So that when the side effect kicks in, you'll be dead forever...yet alive."
I shuttered,"So every time you heal me, I have to die?" Daviel smiled again---he seems to like the thought of death. "Just for a bit,"he stated as if it was nothing. "Oh,"I said sarcastically,"Dying for a little bit? I mean, how silly of me to worry about DYING for just a SECOND. I mean, so I could've never come back to life, but no need for me to worry about THAT. YOU are obviously WAY better than-"
Daviel interupted at last,"Oh, shut up. You are your sarcasm. Can't you just say that it IS a problem for you?!" I glared at him. "How'd you heal me anyways,"I snapped impatiently,"I didn't drink any of your stupid, nasty, disgusting, stenching, vampiric blood." I have to make it specific. That way he doesn't get it confused with someone else's blood. Can't let THAT happen! For all we know, it may cause a world depression all over. Like in 1929. Pfft.
"Oh, that was easier than I thought,"Daviel said with an evil smile. Then he stuck out his tongue like the imature idiot he is. I noticed a long gash that was healing as we spoke. That...that...that sly, little bitch. Daviel had gotten his blood into me by kissing me with it. EW. Oh, for crying out loud. It'd been better if he HAD pried my jaws open. "Don't look so down,"Daviel said happily,"You'll make it seem as if you thought that kiss was something."
I bit my bottom lip. Jerk.
"So, what day is it today,"I asked Jestin bitterly. That's right, bitterly. I'm not ever going to forgive Daviel for that. He's so STUPID. Jestin shifted herself to the position the woman on the television was in. Yoga-booty tape. Jestin has found a new way to keep herself occupied. She's tried to get me to do it, but I only ignored her. Jestin can do all that Yoga if she wants. This is me, you're talking about. And me no likey yoga-booty tape. It's not even fun to watch.
Jestin turned her head to look at me. "February 25th,"she stated shortly,"And you asked that why?" My heart did a flip-flop at her reply. I'm seventeen. CELEbr-uh...or not. Jestin seemed to have caught my crestfallen expression, for she moved herself into regular sitting position. "What's up with you, now,"Jestin asked suspiciously,"Was it something Daviel did? If so, I'll stomp in there and sho--" I interupted,"No. HE is just stupid. But he hasn't done anything lately."
I sat down in front of her. "We're friends, right,"I asked her curiously. Don't get all crazy on me. She's the only one that's only attempted to kill me one time. That's as close to a friend as I will probably ever get. Jestin shrugged and then said,"Yeah, I guess so. Why? You want to tell me something?" I shook my head. No need to tell her my birthday is today. Why would I? It's only a birthday. You get those once a year. What's so important about this one?
In fact, for my sixteenth birthday, everyone forgot about me.
"I want YOU to tell me something,"I told her,"But you don't have to if you want to." Jestin looked at me closely. I figured she'd just say no and go back to her yoga. Instead, Jestin said,"Me first." I frowned. Too fast an answer, I'm not sure what she means. "I want to ask you some questions first,"Jestin stated quickly; hopefully. I thought about it. I mean, I could always lie. That's easy enough a thing to do. So I'll just let her ask a couple of questions. I nodded.
"What...,"Jestin scooted closer, tilting her head at me,"What's going on in your head?" Is she wanting to know about what's happened lately? She's been here. Why does she want to know?! "What do you mean,"I snapped at the unfairness of the question. I don't care if it is fair. It's not fair if I say it's not. Jestin continued to stare holes into my head,"What are you thinking? How do you see things? WHAT is going on in there?! Do you have any idea how not knowing you is killing me?"
Wow, too many questions! But at least I get what she means. What is in my head that is being blocked from everyone? I thought for a moment. Do I ever think anything oddly different from anyone else's thoughts? I mean, I think I'm average enough. I shrugged,"I don't know. Right now I'm thinking...do I think like others do?" Jestin snapped her fingers in surprise,"Oh, you always zone out on us! Wait...a lot of people zone out, though. Usually day dreaming or something."
Zoning out is awesome! That's what I do when I'm rambling to myself. Once I went two hours staring at a wall because I was mentally evaluating what other people would see things as. Like, if I looked at the color green...it's green. I look at pink...it's pink. But what if the color pink to Jestin is the color green to me? Except she wouldn't know...nobody would know because we're not in the minds of others. Jestin was taught that this certain color was pink, and this color green.
It's so confusing, right? But that's why it took over two hours. If I ever try to figure it out in my head, I'd have to take out two hours of my zoning time. "But I'm only thinking about stuff, everyone does it,"I stated dully,"Quit being retarded. You people are just jealous because I am still in the reality of NO MIND READING." And I stuck out my tongue at Jestin. She snorted with laughter, but after a moment, she calmed down.
"Ok, then,"Jestin said with a sigh,"Why'd you cut yourself?" I automatically looked at my wrist. I wish the scars would go away. They just remind me of my insanity. It's so annoying and stuff. Besides, cutting myself didn't hurt like people said it would. Or maybe that was the adrenaline of being extremely pissed and depressed. I couldn't be so sure. I remembered the fact that Jestin had asked me something and snapped back into the present time.
"Right. I was having those stupid visions and I thought I was going crazy,"I stated. Well, that's part of it. Just include the parents screaming all the time, and my being neglected as if I died as well...then you have the whole package. People have got it worse, which is why I want to be a heart surgeon. I could help people with heart problems. At least I'll be worth SOMEthing. I KNOW people have it worse, but I'm not going through what they're going through. So my concern is my concern.
If I become close to them, their concern in my concern, too.
"MY turn,"I interupted before Jestin could ask anymore questions. Jestin sulked, but I only smiled widely to assure her that I wasn't angry. Why would I be? Ooooh, no you just didn't, Jestin. You just asked me a question with my permission. You OBVIOUSLY disearve to die! I then said,"All right, about YOUR scars on your wrists. No crying. What are they?" Good thing I pointed out no crying. That would have been perfect. Before I could know it, I would've been stuck in another coffin!
Jestin revealed the two holes on her wrist with the line connecting them. I could now recognize that it was a vampire bite. What's confusing is the line connecting the dots, the slash slicing the line, and the small star above the left hole. Jestin sighed,"Fine, I'll tell you." Jestin got closer and showed me the scar with a better view. "It's kind of simple, kind of complicated, actually,"Jestin said shortly. Good, great. Get on with it already, woman!
"A vampire can claim anyone they want,"Jestin lectured,"All they have to do is bite their property's wrist and use their nail to leave a deep scar to connect the dots. That claims the person automatically. They are bound to their owner forever, no matter what. That is, unless they are challenged. When challenged, a person only has to use an object to scar a division on the bonding line. The owner and the challenger fight. If the challenger loses, the scar is left unharmed...the person still claimed. If the owner loses.."
Jestin pointed at the star above the left hole,"The challenger leaves a star above the left hole. Sometimes, the challenger claims the person for themselves...they'd bite the other wrist. But this time, I was left unclaimed to live how I want to live." I starred at the scar in amazement. Who knew a scar could mean so much? Who knew vampires had a slave-law? Pfft. If that happened to me, I'd just be like,"Oh, fuck you." Then be on my way. Jestin seemed to be thinking along the same lines.
"A magic is given with the bite. It connects your soul to the owner until the connection is broken. You can't do anything about it,"Jestin explained with a frown. I looked at her closely. "So,"I asked curiously,"Who broke your's and Josepher's bond?" I'm so great at guessing. Apparently, I was right. Jestin winced and then sighed. "I told you before, Daviel had to come and get me out of the mess,"Jestin stated sadly,"He killed Joseph, and he freed my soul and mind."
She makes it seem as if Daviel is a good guy. Pfft.