Part Thirty-six:

Imagine a kid being given a videogame for christmas. Except, it was for toddlers, not for kids. Naturally, the kid doesn't like the gift, but the way the parents are looking at him so expectantly gives him enough morals to know not to show it. So, the kid sticks in the game just to satisfy the minds of his parents. At first, the kid figures it'll be a game not worthy of his attention. Then it gets more interesting than the kid expects, so now he's determined to beat the game!

Take the parents; make them Jestin. Take the kid; make him Daviel. Take the useless videogame; make it fighting against me. I have no clue how I got myself in this mess, but the only thing I was holding on to was the hope that maybe...just maybe Daviel won't 'accidently' kill me. I tightened my grip on this sword of mine, keeping my feet apart so that I could sprint both ways. Just instinct to me. The way he was looking at me creeped me out.

I KNOW he can beat me. I'm just a friggin toddler videogame!

I've also known from what Logan told me was that tricks were the way to go. I've got to watch his whole reaction, through and through. This was a vampire, here. He'd make as if he's going one way, and then go a complete different way. Yet...I can do the same thing, right? I'm not sure how you use a sword, so I'll just go for my baseball bat ways. Then maybe I'll add golf in between.

Daviel advanced towards me and I gulped. He turned, and with one hand he swung the sword at my torso. I jumped to the side, barely dodging it before he swung again. All this in two seconds, I'm surprised that I backed up away from the second swing. I twisted my sword around to collide with his, but I backed up and stabbed at him. Daviel backed away from it, and disappeared from sight. Automatically, I ripped the earplugs from my ears. If he wants to play unfair, we'll do that!

I stood in the middle of the room, turning around to look where he went. Um. Daviel has indeed vanished. Then I hear it just faintly, but I heard it. Just in time to turn around, twisting my sword downward while I was at it. I put all my might into swinging my sword upward like a golf club. It slammed into Daviel's sword that he was swinging down towards me. I accidently breathed a small gasp of air at the strength of it, but quickly silenced it.

Before I could do anything else, Daviel shoved me back and I fell on my bottom. And, golly, I was right. Marble and collision DOES hurt. My sword slide a couple of feets behind me. I saw Daviel above me start to swing down his sword. What, is he trying to KILL me?! I made a small grunt in protest, but swiftly rolled over to my stomach before he stabbed me. My eyes spotted my sword, and I looked behind me. Good thing I did. I was able to scoot to the side before he stabbed me again!

So then I began my desperate crawl towards my sword, dodging Daviel's while I was at it! Man, it does seem like he's enjoying trying to kill me. Oh, Ivy, there's no way you won't get hurt on the first lesson! Missing a leg? Oh, well, that's just mandatory. PFFT. I dodged another one of Daviel's stabs and still continued my rushed crawling. When another stab just about DID stab me, I rolled to my back. "Ah,"I yelled furiously, but Daviel was smiling.

I'll show you!

Before Daviel could see it, I mustered all my strength and slammed my leg against his ankles. Just as I did, Daviel fell to the floor in a split second. His sword joining mine. HAHAHA! Take that ten fold! I started bursting out laughing. Couldn't help it! I actually knocked the moron on his ass. Daviel glared at me,"Ooooh, you're in for it now. I'm going to KILL you!" I tried to stick out my tongue, still laughing hysterically. "Come and get it, blood muncher,"I said like the maniac I am.

I saw him crawl after me quickly. HOLY shit! I rolled over and--yet still laughing--started power crawling towards my sword. NEED my sword. I NEED it. Daviel grabbed ahold of my ankle, and I gave a small scream of shocked laughter. When he grabbed my waist, I couldn't crawl any farther. So, instead, I held out my hand towards the sword--crazy with laughter--and yelled,"I uuuuuse the force. Cooooome to me, dear sword!" Before I could see if it would come to me--which I doubt it--Daviel rolled me onto my back.

"Noooo,"I said in a fake, melodramatic voice,"I'm doooomed!!" Daviel didn't laugh, but instead pinned my arms above my head. I was now what you called 'ground meat'. With this on my mind, I said,"Hey, hey, Daviel. What do you call a cow with no legs? Ground beef!!" And I laughed some more, still not joined by Daviel. After a moment, I started to calm down. "Ok,"I said loudly, gasping for air,"You win, my vampiric fellow, you win!"

Daviel finally DID smile, except with his fangs clear in view. This chopped my moments of insanity to peices. I bit my bottom lip nervously. "Hey, I said you win,"I said, trying to move my legs or arms,"Get off me." Daviel finally said something. "What's wrong? Are you scared,"Daviel asked in amuzement. He chomped his teeth together, making a loud clap sound. I frowned, and said,"I'll yell for Jestin. I'll tell her about Tyra if you don't let go, right now."

Oh, blackmail. What a sweet thing that was given to us. "Aw, but I won,"Daviel said with a fake pout,"Don't I get a prize?" I scoffed,"You win a golden star. I don't care!" Daviel starred at me in amuzement for a moment. I starred right back at him, waiting to see what he was going to do. I don't want to be bitten. "What's your views on true love,"Daviel asked suddenly. What does this have to do with anything?! "Get off of me,"I snapped impatiently. "Just tell me,"Daviel ordered,"Or I'll take a snack before letting you go."

Fine.

"I think true love is dumb. Our life is based off of reproducing. In the old days, love didn't matter. It was all about finding a mate to have good, healthy babies with. Now-a-days, people are so into finding their 'true love'. The body instict realizes this, and it wants the person to have a child. That's the human instict; to give off it's genes. SO the body found a perfect solution; trick itself. Then whenever the body spots a suitable person, it tricks itself into the fact that it's in love, when in reality, it's just found it's perfect mate. Sure, people find 'true love' with unfertile people, but that's because the body isn't informed of this,"I lectured.

"It's all about lust,"I continued,"About the want. When you see the person, either you lust their look or their personality. Either way, it all ends with fertilization. Some people don't find their true love...but that's when lust kicks in as a backup plan! Usually...everybody lusts SOMEone or SOMEthing." I paused and looked at Daviel's reaction. What? Does HE believe in true love? So cliche. A romantic vampire. Everyone, go get him a pencil and paper. I think he wants to draw a rose.

I've just now realized that maybe it was a GREAT thing that Daviel can't read my mind. "Wow...geez. This marble floor...man, it just isn't so comfortable. I think you may need to change to carpet,"I suggested sarcastically. "I'll get straight to that,"Daviel replied just as sarcastically. I stuck out my tongue and he snapped his teeth at me, AGAIN. Instead of jumping back, I turned my head quickly. "Chicken,"Daviel said, laughing. I smirked and said,"Moron."

Daviel lightly moved my head to face him again. "I don't get you,"he said, thinking deeply,"It just doesn't make sense." I continued my smirk and said,"Well, not to be offensive or anything, but you don't make any sense right now." Daviel bent down to put his mouth just above my ear. The closeness of it all sent flutters through my skin. "The only time I've read your mind was when I bit you,"Daviel said in a low voice--as if it were a major secret.

"Even then,"he continued on,"I didn't get it. The only thing that I got to was your brother being killed by--" The door to the room burst open, and Daviel jumped up. "I KNEW it,"Jestin hissed,"I KNEW you'd try to kill her, Daviel Darque Orome. You get your ass off of her right now!" But...but I think he knows who killed Oak. Unless he was going to say 'killed by a monster'. "I wasn't going to kill her, Jestin,"Daviel said in annoyance, not moving,"I was teaching her something. Now, go away."

I turned to look at Jestin's evil glare. Not a poisonious as mine, but-wow-she's getting there. "Get off of her, NOW,"Jestin ordered, with her hands on her hips. Should I? I could...but should I? Well, maybe he does know who killed Oak. I want to know, but what if that isn't what he's planning. Risk it? That's me! "Aw, come on, Jestin,"I said from the floor,"We're in looove. Go away so with can make sweet love on this wonderfully sexy, white, marble floor."

I hope she goes and tells Tyra that.

Daviel looked at me in shock and nearly choked on his own words. "That's...n...we were NOT,"Daviel started hastily, but Jestin's face brightened. "Oh, cool,"Jestin said,"Seriously!?" Daviel shook his head furiously, but I saw how this bothered him! I nodded just as feverously. I reached my arms around his neck. "Oooh, Davvy. I'm sooo in love with you. You're my TRUE love. Let's get married and have a zillion kids and we could go to Hawii for our honeymoon and,"I started, but Daviel pried me off of him.

Jestin snickered with glee and left the room. Daviel automatically jumped away from me. "What do you think you're doing,"he snapped in disbelief. "Killed by who,"I asked, getting up myself. I crossed my arms. Daviel stood there in silence for a moment. "Ah, look at the time,"he suddenly said. "Oh, no you don't,"I said furiously. Daviel already was opening the door, but I stormed after him.

"WHERE are you going,"I yelled at him. Probably assuring Jestin that I'm in love with Daviel. Pfft. "I've got places to go, things to see,"Daviel said, opening the front door to darkness. He turned to look at me before saying,"People to eat." He flashed his fangs and I stuck out my tongue once more before he left the house with a smile on his face. I stood there a moment with my arms crossed. True love IS dumb. Well...as far as I know it's dumb. I'VE never felt it.

But why is it that everytime Daviel gets too close to me, I get these weird feelings? It's not love. I'm just being stupid. He's Daviel. I'm Iveria. We're on opposite sides of this Black and White planet. People like us don't mingle. He's stupid...ly great. NO. No, he's stupid. That's that. Daviel...he's such a cute...no, stupid person. A VAMPIRE. Key thing to remember: a vampire. And vampires aren't real. Daviel isn't real. So that means any feelings I may be mistaking for feelings for him doesn't exist.

Right?

I shrugged it off and walked up to my bedroom. When I sat down on my bed, I starred at the wall. Something caught my eye, though. On the desk across from my bed was an object that I never put there. I stood up and walked over to it carefully. Who knows what it could be? When I stopped in front of it, the sight of my class ring was there. All in tact. I picked it up and put it to my face. How'd this get here? I put it on my finger and turned to open my door.

"JESTIN,"I called. She was there in seconds. "Did you go and get my ring,"I asked curiously. How sweet of her! But Jestin shook her head,"Why would I? I didn't know where it is. I thought you got it when Daviel took you to the house. Why?" I hesitated before shaking my head,"No reason." Then I went back into my room. Who went and got my ring, knowing I had lost it? CAN'T be Daviel...could it?