Part Thirty-seven:

At first I was dreaming my usual weird dreams. Daviel, Jestin, and I were looking for some sort of rock on an island I've never been on before. For some reason, I figured the rock would be on the very top of this slim, high rock. Somehow, I had gotten just about to the top. I had this feeling--a deep one--that what I was looking for was just up here. When I grabbed the edge of the top of the rock, I smiled in anticipation. That is...until a pair of stiff, cold hands snatched mine.

I looked up into the face of Oak. He was smothered in blood...his hair ripped out in places and his throat slashed horribly. "Looking for this,"he hissed, picking up a black...kind of glowing rock. Then Oak threw the rock. I was still staring in horror at him. "I'll come back,"Oak snarled evily,"One word and you'll be WORSE than me." Then he pried my fingers from the rock and I started falling off the cliff. Just as the scream that had been developing in the bottom of my lungs started to come out, everything blurred.

I was instead inside a dark room lit by flames. The edges of my sight were blurred...go figure. After a moment, I could see two people. One person I found was one I'd seen before. Logan. "We'll go now,"he said,"The pack is ready, right?" The second man nodded,"You want us to kill them all?" Logan shook his head feverously,"Not Ivy. She'll be the only one with blue eyes. She's the human. We need her on our side." The man looked confused,"What's so special about her?" Logan paused.

"She has it, Roy. I know it in my heart, she possesses It,"Logan hissed in a desperate tone. Before I could see anything else, I found my eyes snapped open. I have what?! What are they talking about? And the number one questions, my peoples (yes, peopleS), happened to be...Was that a vision or a dream? I could chance it being a vision and go warn Daviel and Jestin. Most likely Daviel will think it was a dream and go kong-fu on my. What fun that will be?

So do I chance it?

What the heck...I'll just go tell Jestin. Daviel can take care of himself! I scrambled out of my room and looked both ways. Then I started towards Jestin's room. Before I got to her door, though, I heard frantic muttering. At first I couldn't tell which way it was coming from. I turned around and snuck my way down the hallway. Sure enough, the muttering got louder. When the railing of the stairs came into view, I ducked down so that I couldn't be seen.

A chance for eavesdropping is a day for life shopping. A special quote I came up with myself! In another words, if you have no life...you eavesdrop. Well, my life was taken away from me. So it's only right that I am able to listen to their conversations! I peeked quickly to see Daviel at the front door with some other guy. Very handsome, mind you. Please, whoever you are, take me with you. ANYwhere but here. Unless you're going to rape me and then dump my corpse in the ditch. If so, I'll stick with Daviel.

"Would you shut up and tell me what you're on about,"Daviel hissed in annoyance. Oh good, I didn't miss the good stuff. The hunk took a deep breath. "The werewolves are coming HERE to fetch IT...,"the hunk said nervously,"IT, Mr. Orome. I heard it myself! Why didn't you tell anyone you had It here? Oh, can I see It? Do you know how many people are going to kill to have It?!" Daviel seemed extremely pissed--this I could tell even though his back was turned.

"Would you SHUT UP about your so-called 'It',"Daviel...well, more like demanded,"When are the wolves coming?" The hunk hesitated and looked behind him. "I'd say in ten minutes,"Hot hunkity chunk said calmly. A time to panic and he's fine. He'd do perfect under pressure, just not so well under peace. Daviel, meanwhile, seemed beyond pissed. In fact, I don't think he was ever THIS mad at ME! "The...whole...pack,"he asked in a strained voice.

Not fear; just rage.

Mr. Love-me-I'm-hot seemed to understand this, and he backed up. "Yeeeah,"he stated carefully,"Tell your sister I said 'hi'." Just like that, hunk disappeared. I wonder who that was. Well, I'm pretty sure he's a wuss. I mean, how hard is it to stand up to Daviel? I did...and I'm human. At least, I think so. All this 'It' stuff is screwing with my head, and I don't think I like it too much. Daviel slammed the door shut, and he turned to look up where I happened to be.

"Why are you up so late,"he asked with his left-over rage still...left over. Since my hiding place--oh what a hiding place--was found, I only stood up and leaned against the rail. "I just had a dream,"I said whistfully. Then I smiled down at him and continued,"Are we having a late house call from Logan?" I looked down the hall to see if Jestin had woken up, yet. Then I looked back down to see that Daviel had disappeared. That...bitch. He did NOT just ditch us!

"Both him and his flea-bitten pack,"Daviel said from just behind me. That's what I thought. Wait. Damn, I wish I knew how they disappear like that. I turned around to look at him. "Go downstairs to my den. I'm going to go get Jestin up and we'll leave for a bit,"Daviel stated shortly. Daviel's den? Eh...eeeeh. That's the place that I don't ever feel great in. My face fell, and I sighed. "What,"Daviel asked with annoyance,"You want the wolves to get you?" The thought alone seemed to tick Daviel off.

"No,"I said quickly. (I don't want to go through THAT mess again.) "Then what,"he continued. I shook my head,"Nothing. I'm going, I'm going. Go get dipstick...I mean, Jestin. I'll be in your stupid, little, bad luck filled den." I continued into my muttering and stalked down the stairs. I reached the den door when the front doorknob wiggled. I paused. Then I looked over to the front door. There was another wiggle, more forceful. What the heck?

I hesitated before heading towards the front door. What can I say? I'm an idiot. I knocked on the front door lightly and the wiggling stopped. "Heeeelllooo,"I said in a low voice. There was quiet at first, then a deep voice said just as low,"Knooock knock." I frowned. Are you sure these are the werewolves? "Who's there,"I asked in a small whisper. "Weregonnaget,"the voice replied. Is this some kind of joke? "Weregonnaget who,"I asked--again lightly. "We think we're gonna get you,"Logan's voice said dully,"Stop screwing around, you idiots."

Then there were growls, and I backed up cautiously. "Why haven't you broke in, yet,"Logan snarled darkly. "They've already gotten the upper level,"the guy who was doing the knock-knock joke said. Just as he said that, I heard a loud thud upstairs. Time to go! I turned and scrambled down towards the back of the house. When I was almost in the back kitchen--where the back door was--I tripped over God-knows-what, and fell on my face. "IVY,"Logan yelled, bounding after me.

I hauled my ass off the floor and ran into the kitchen. I nearly ran THROUGH the back door, but I had enough control to open it to let myself out. Just as I did, something swung at my head from outside the door. Instinct took over. I ducked, and when the person--werewolf I'm sure--came into view, I did what a natural woman would do. I mustered all my strength into that leg that was thrown in between his legs. I didn't even check to see if he was dead...which I doubt it. Close enough!

The thing is...I ran into the woods. THE WOODS. That happens to be the werewolves favorite spot...cept those city wolves I'm sure. Logan would definitly catch me through this in seconds. Yet I sprinted on, not even noticing that I was barefooted. I didn't seem to be getting cut what-so-ever, and my feet felt as if each step hit soft ground. Yet there were wild life everywhere. I could hear the werewolves gaining on me, and fear started flooding my thoughts.

I'm going to be biten. I'll be turned into one of them. I'll be stuck with Logan forever. Though, that Logan is a classic. God, he's funny. Yet, I don't want to have to be a werewolf just to laugh with him. My breath was being rough with me, probably a minor asthma attack. A minor one; one that would not allow me to do anything so excess as to run like a rabbit...but would let me get over it as soon as I stopped working myself for a couple of hours.

Which led to the slow loss of feeling in my lengthy limbs. Fingers, toes...you know. This was definitly making me slow down, which was making me even more frightened for my weak, stupid, human life form. I could hear the wolves start to surround me. Easy prey, they may be thinking. So friggin easy. They're getting so close, now. Soooo close. Then my fear was confirmed when a strong pair of hands wrapped around my mouth and waist.

I started to scream--muffled, but a scream none-the-less. Yet, I was dragged off to a steep hole between logs. I was shoved into it, which is extremely odd. What is this wolf trying to do?! The wolf joined me inside the hole, still keeping my mouth covered firmly. After a moment, I could hear the other werewolves flying by...chasing their vanished 'It'. Then there was a great silence. I was indeed having a minor asthma attack. Not a bad one, but hard to breathe...still.

The...I think the wolf-guy...with me pulled me out of our hole. When he let go of me, I turned sharply to glare at Daviel. Oh, what a shocker. Ah, I should have known. Not that it's a bad thing. "Where's...Jestin,"I breathed, gasping for air. Jestin appeared out of the sky--literally. I would have scoffed, but I was having a great deal catching my breath. "You almost got caught,"Jestin said with slight distaste,"Daviel, you've got to teach her how to hand that problem of hers."

Daviel looked annoyed all over again,"What problem? That she's a human?" Jestin scoffed,"No, Dav. Her breathing problem. Is she having another allergic reaction to air, again? She doing that thing." My breathing had already started to do better, though. So I took another deep breath and said,"It's called asthma, you moron." And the table turns. Jestin looked slightly hurt, but Daviel didn't actually seem to care this time. "Daviel's a moron, too, Jestin. No need to feel left out on me,"I said sarcastically.

Daviel started off into the direction of the house. He seemed to be muttering something of the sort,"I save her too many times, just to want to kill her again. Bleeding Christ!" I actually did scoff, and Jestin smirk. She muttered something like,"Perfect together." I glared at her,"Oh, shut up, you extra-special moron." Then I hurried off towards Daviel, leaving Jestin crestfallen, again. I was hoping that extra-special comment would do that to her!

When I caught up to the fast moving Daviel--which is probably because he heard me coming in the first place--I hopped in front of his path. Before he could yell at me to get out of his way, I swiftly said,"Geez, Daviel, get out of my way!" Daviel growled darkly,"You just annoy me on purpose!" It's true, to an extent. I held my hands behind my back. "Why do you people call me 'It',"I asked innocently. Daviel snorted,"Why else? You're a freak without a breed name, so we call you 'It'."

Liar! "Hey,"I said offensively,"Seriously, why? I'm guessing it isn't because I'm an evil clown named Pennywise who goes around eating the meat of little kids." I widened my eyes and said in a fake raspy voice,"We aaaaaall float down here, Davvy. We aaaaaaall float. And when you're down here, you'll float TOO!!" Then I scoffed myself and muttered,"We all know why they float down there. Always hopped up on the fumes of toxic sewage." Then I smiled brightly at Daviel,"Well?"

"Because we're referring to your Sight,"Daviel said swiftly, as if he'd come up with this just especially for this moment. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. "Come along, now,"he continued,"We've got to move. Probably back to our old place. I think we'll visit Audrey before heading to a friends for awhile." I frowned, but Daviel grabbed my hand suddenly. "Don't worry, Ivy,"he said in a low voice,"The werewolves are just thinking a werewolf whose mind can't be read and who can see things would be a great add to the pack."

Then he smiled, and I did calm down a bit. "All right,"I said. Daviel didn't let go of my hand, but instead led me towards the house.