Part Thirty-Five:

"PLEASE!!!"

I glared at Jestin, but then found I liked to glare at Daviel more. So I turned and glared at Daviel. "NO,"I yelled at Jestin, but continued to glare at Daviel. He glared at me, but not one of those glares of deep hatred...just an everyday thing. "I'd rather take a walk in the sun,"Daviel stated sharply to Jestin. I agree...wait...did he just say he'd rather die? I gasped at this registration,"Hey..." Then I started muttering how unfair that was.

"But I'm no longer good at it, I'd suck at teaching her, Davvy,"Jestin started begging,"And, you, Ivy...you just are always in trouble. Davvy she needs to learn or she'll get killed one day!!" I rolled my eyes, waiting for Daviel's smart remark to come. And sure enough, Daviel said,"Well, that would be the greatest gift ANYone could give me." I glared at him some more,"You don't disearve a gift. You disearve to get racked right in the-" Daviel smacked the back of my head.

I only glared at him and then stuck out my tongue menacingly. Daviel started to growl, but Jestin got his attention. I turned away, rubbing my head, and mouthed,"Ow." "IVY, pay attention,"Jestin snapped, and I turned to watch her beg some more. Dearest Jestin has done it again. She's like Brittany Spears made over to gothic...'cept not as glitzy. And Jestin hasn't gotten pregnant as far as I know. Yet, she has started a new mess. A mess that includes Daviel and me.

Jestin...wants Daviel...to teach ME...how to fight...like a vampire.

I'll just stick with the knowledge of what Logan gave me. Ah, Logan. Where's the wolf to come ruin Daviel's day when you need him? The last I heard, Daviel and Logan were fighting, but eventually Logan ran away. Of course he would. These are wolves. They travel in packs; kill in packs. I elbowed Daviel in the arm, and he pinched my arm. Geez, where's the fun in abusing him if he does the same, but more painful? I sighed, and focused on Jestin.

"It's just so you won't have to save her all the time,"Jestin begged with puppy eyes: to Daviel. "Just teach her to fight like vampires fight, and then she could hold off longer than a split second--" I interupted,"Hey, now. I can hold of longer th-" Daviel decided to come in at this point with,"Yeah, right. You couldn't last ten seconds if you--" Jestin kicked Daviel in the chin and flicked me on my forehead. We both erupted in,"Hey!" Then I started complaining.

"What'd you flick me for,"I asked in a pout. Daviel shoved me, but not so much that I didn't fall on my face. "Why'd you only flick her...you KICKED me,"he said at the unfairness. Jestin scoffed, and crossed her arms. "You're a vampire, Daviel, grow up. Ivy, you disearved it, shut up. Both of you are going to work together in this, and by my words you're going to LIKE it! Daviel, you teach Ivy to fight! Ivy, you WILL learn how to fight,"Jestin snapped at us.

Like it? As if. "How about I go call Tyra and tell her to come get it while it's nice and good,"I snarled, but Daviel smacked the back of my head again. "Get what,"Jestin asked. Before anyone could answer, Jestin plowed on in annoyance,"Whatever. GO and fight, right now." Then she stormed off in clear annoyance. Just as Daviel was turning to look at me, I started to walk away. Like I'm going to let that idiot teach me? That's just another oppertunity to kill me.

I could hear him now. 'Sorry, Jestin. The sword just happened to stab through her eye. She clearly fell on it.' Like I'm going to let that happen. You've got to be kidding me! Daviel snatched my arm before I could run off, though. "Where do you think you're going,"Daviel asked curiously. I glared at him,"I'm going this way. Where there isn't a moron with daggers, running around like an insane idiot." Daviel scoffed, but I tried to pull away anyways.

"No, no. Jestin says you need to learn to defend yourself, so we're going to teach you that,"Daviel said in great amuzement. Just seconds ago he wasn't so happy about this. That could mean only one thing: he's up to something. What that something is, I don't know, but I don't feel like finding out at this moment. "Oh, come on,"Daviel said,"You let a werewolf teach you to defend yourself their way, but you won't let a perfectly nice vampire teach you?"

NICE?! That's the LAST thing that idiot is. "Oh, I'm sure burying me alive was just a friendly way of saying 'hope you have a good day',"I snapped in disbelief,"And I'm sure biting me was just a friendly way of asking 'oh, what type of blood do you have?' Sure. Perfectly nice." Daviel snapped at me again, and I jumped back just as I had the first time he did it. "STOP that,"I yelled, and he laughed. "Chicken,"he said, pulling me down the hall. "Moron,"I muttered.

I was pulled into a room that I hadn't ever noticed before. It was like the clearing where Logan had taught me a bit of fighting, except it was more updated and it was within a house. No nature. The white walls, floor, and ceiling caused a glare that was annoying, but I only ignored it. I looked at Daviel--who had his back turned to me--, and automatically liked the sight. Didn't I tell you before how I saw the world as black and white? I find that those two shades look perfect together, for some reason.

Daviel, like me, was draped in black. It made him so easily visual inside this glaring white room, yet it was appealing to me. Would you call that a favorite? Favorite what? Colors? Black and White. All right, we'll stick with that. There, one down. Two million to go. I sat down on the floor, which was solid, white marble. Well, that'll hurt if I fall on it. I was staring at my shoes and the floor around them. Black and white. How'd Jestin know that? Hmm.

As I stared at these two colors, and odd feeling formed through my eyes. It was like a wave, as if the world was slowly turning in front of me. The feeling crept it's sensations to my brain and down my neck. To my back and elsewhere. Yet, I continued to look at the two colors, as if hypnotized. It was as if they were starting to form into something different, and I was waiting patiently to see it.

Then I blinked.

The sensation was pulled out of me in a rush, and I felt slightly dizzy. I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them to see if it had all gone away. What...was that...about? I turned and nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Daviel right there next to me. "What are you doing,"I asked in confusion. He scoffed,"What am I doing? What are YOU doing? You zoned out on me." No I didn't. "It's called looking at my shoe, not zoning out,"I snapped.

"Oh. Then what did I tell you while you were looking at your shoes,"Daviel asked, peering at me closely. Did he say something? Did anyone catch what he said? "You said...pay attention,"I guessed hopelessly. Daviel snorted,"What did you see?" I hesitated. This would sound very retarded. "I saw nothing,"I replied shortly. Imagine me telling him 'oh, nothing. Those two colors were just making me feel as if...I don't know'. Daviel stood up and walked around in front of me.

"Fine,"he said dully,"I said that you may be use to doing it like a wolf." I interupted,"Doing what?" He glared at me as if I was the stupidest person in the world. I probably am at this point. "Fighting,"Daviel snapped,"But Vampire's fight differently. We combine ears with eyes, but you have the ear part down. I've got to teach you to use your useless eyes." Well, doesn't that make perfect since? Use the useless. "Why can't werewolves use their eyes, again,"I asked, testing him.

Daviel rolled his own eyes,"Vampires are quicker, at times. We like to make ourselves unseen, which gives reason for werewolves to use their ears. Werewolves happen to be deathly quiet in their movements, so vampires find it easier to use their sight. Understand so far or do I have to spell it out for you?" I sulked. I'm not THAT stupid. Damn. "Good, now sight should be easy. Watch their movements, and see what they're going to do next,"Daviel stated.

Sounds easy, but so did listening. That didn't turn out so easy as I thought. "I'll give you a sword, this time. You couldn't hit anything if they stood still for you anyways,"Daviel stated with a smile of evil intentions. Well, my time has come. Daviel handed me a sword that wasn't too heavy for me to use. "How do I know what you're going to do next,"I asked, suddenly feeling nervous. He continued to smile cryptically. "You'll learn how to soon enough,"Daviel stated happily.

I gulped. "What, are you afraid,"Daviel asked with amuzement. I shook my head, and tightened my grip on the sword. I remember when I couldn't even spell sword right. Use to spell it sord. Then I found out it was with a 'w' in it, so people find it funny how I keep saying sword...but pronouncing the 'w' in it. It helps me remember how to spell it, but I do the same thing with answer. "Good,"Daviel said, without feeling as if it would have been better either way,"Don't want you crying on your first lesson."

I glared at him. "Like I'd cry because of YOU,"I stated,"Only a whore would cry over you." Daviel smiled widely,"Well, you fill in the spot perfectly, then." I rolled my eyes,"Sorry, but I'm Ivy, not Tyra. Remember?" I more like heard before saw Daviel swing his sword at me, and I jumped back in anticipation. "Ah, you're using your ears,"Daviel stated, shaking his head,"Eyes. Watch, don't listen." I grinded my teeth in concentration, trying to 'watch' what he was going to do next.

But when he swung again, I blocked it with my sword. Sounds good, right? Well, good, because I used my ears again. Daviel walked to the edge of the room without saying anything and put down his sword. Wow, where's he going? Daviel disappeared for only a minute before he started back towards me. "Stay still,"he said sharply, for I was about to run off. Well, he didn't seem happy at this point. I didn't want to be tackled and then strangled to death.

Daviel stopped in front of me. Then he pushed back my hair. Before I could ask what he was doing, he lightly placed an earplug inside my left ear. He did the same with the other ear. "There,"his muffled voice said,"Now you'll HAVE to watch instead of listen." Daviel picked up his sword and I got back in fighting stanza. Before I knew it, Daviel swung his sword, but stopped it just before it could hit me. "Good, you can't hear it,"he said in trumph.

This didn't seem so great to me. Whoopee. I'll die deaf! "Now, watch the way I start to move my shoulders. That'll usually tell the way I'm going to swing, and then you can dodge it,"Daviel explained carefully. Ok, that sounds easy enough. He started to swing the sword, but I caught it and skidded to the side. "There, you're starting to get it,"he said in amusement. He muttered something, but I didn't catch it. Then he swung again, but I ducked in time.

Oh, goody! I'm getting it. Daviel did this a couple of more times. Then he paused, looking slightly confused. Poor him. Before I let him think over another attack, I attacked him myself. I swung once. He backed up. A rising feeling of adrenaline was going through my gut and I swung again. Daviel blocked this one with his own sword. Then he swiftly broke apart and swung himself. I twirled and slammed my sword against his like I was holding a bat.

Daviel had the oddest look on. Amused, but MORE than amused. "Well, well,"he said, slightly applying pressure against my sword. I pushed myself. He muttered something, again, but I once again couldn't hear it. Then he slid his sword across mine to make a horrible screeching sound. Daviel shoved away from me, but still preparing to swing again. Except there was more of a challenge in his eyes. The fight was on.