Part Thirty-Nine:
"Pssst!"
I practically jumped to the ceiling. It was awefully dark in the room I had fallen asleep in. I hadn't changed into my pajamas, and for some reason I had kept my shoes on. I turned, slightly startled, to search the room. "Bleeding Christ. For someone with 'The Sight', you sure are blind,"Daviel hissed in distaste. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Well...at least I attempted to. Turns out when I do that, the feeling of sleep ten folds. I guess because rubbing my eyes calms me or something.
"Wake up,"Daviel snapped, making me jump again.
That's what happens with your body. At least to some people. You'll be asleep, and something will rush you out of sleep so quickly that you're practically alarmed. It makes my heart beat faster, as if I'm on the verge to run away or something. But it's human instinct. If you're awaken too quickly, you're instinct tells you that you are in trouble. So, naturally, you are alert and alarmed. Unless you happen to have switched your human instinct with cat ones. THAT'S when you just roll over and fall back asleep. Laaazzy.
That...and that feeling when you're almost asleep. Then some startled part of your mind makes you jump out of your skin. Practically snaps you awake again. Everytime that happens, I feel as if I'm falling, but then I'm jerked awake. I heard once that what is happening is that when you're dreaming...you're falling, but if you die in your dream, you die in real life. So you're body wakes you up before you go to sleep. I also heard that it's just a nerve/muscle reaction from becoming active to being at rest.
Daviel grabbed my upper arm, and I shook him off. "I'm awake! I'm awake,"I said, starting to wake up completely. The older you get, the harder it is! When I was up on my feet, I found my eye sight had developed into the night. I could see. Well, not perfectly, but close enough. Daviel didn't look tired in the least bit. Stupid vampire ways. It's not fair.
"What are you waking me up for,"I asked in a mummble. I'm usually a good person when it comes to waking up. Nothing usually pisses me off. That is, unless you're someone named Daviel who happened to enjoy torturing me. For all I know, he just woke me up for the fun of it. "We're leaving,"he said. I suddenly realized we were talking in a hushed voice. "Does Audrey know this,"I asked in confusion. Daviel started leading me out of the room.
"No, I don't want her to know where we're going,"he stated dully. I was now completely confused. "I thought she was a friend,"I said in minor shock. Daviel rolled his eyes,"Which is why I'm not telling her where we're going. That way she'll be safe." Jestin was standing at the front door, also looking well rested. "Safe? Why wouldn't she be,"I snapped, slightly frustrated. Nobody informed me of this mess. Daviel looked at Jestin in annoyance. "From the wolves,"Daviel snapped in reply.
I scoffed. I can smell a lie from a mile away. Well, at least I'm only guessing from logic. The werewolves wouldn't harm Audrey. She isn't a vampire. But...if she did know where I'm going and didn't tell, maybe she WOULD be in trouble. Jestin slightly shoved me out the door; towards the care. When we got to the car, Jestin got in the passenger...shotgun.
Before I got in the back, Daviel stopped me by pressing the door shut and holding it there. "Besides,"he said casually,"You were freaking out Audrey, anyways." I glared at him,"No, I was not." He shrugged,"Well, I don't know about that. I mean...it IS kind of creepy to hear a little brat..." Daviel paused, glancing through the window at Jestin. Jestin...who wasn't even paying attention to anything except the glove department. "To hear little Ivy screaming in her sleep,"Daviel finished.
"I don't scream,"I said, highly offended. Before he could contradict that, I shoved his hand off the door and stalked into the car. Actually, being with these idiots is like being given packages. Some advantages to some packages. Loads of disadvantages to add to the packages. Yet, I haven't uncovered all of the packages, so it'll go something like this:
Package number 1--Being Abducted by two crazy-in-their-own-special-little-way vampires.
Disadvantage-I've been kidnapped. No more life for me.
Advantage-No moronic parents.
Package Number 2--My Sight has come back to blind me.
Disadvantage-I'm a freak.
Advantage-I see things.
Package Number 3--Nightmares are back...just as bad as before.
Disadvantage-People get to hear me scream in my sleep...and less sleep.
Advantage-I won't forget what my older brother looks like.
Then there is other packages that I have yet to open. I'm slow like that. This drive seemed to have taken forever. Not to mention Jestin's wonderful habit of changing the channel constantly. It's annoying if you don't hear music. It's annoying if all you hear is noise, then a buzz and another noise. Over and over again. If it were on one channel, I could zone out easily. But the changing of noise startles my brain into forgetting to zone out. So it all out gets annoying.
After a moment, I kicked the back of Jestin's chair. "Hey,"she said in shock. "Stop that, Dipstick,"I said dully. Seeing as her name is now Dipstick, I don't make it sound insulting. Just another name. Plus, it didn't exactly disturb Jestin. To her, she heard me sound not angry with her, but instead just normal. So she kept it on one channel, and I happily zoned out. That is, until we drove into an abandoned looking dirt road that happened to be placed into the wildlife of all wildlife. Well...not exactly, but you get my point.
Daviel turned off the station without Jestin's objection. They apparently have been here before. I felt nervous, once again. I guess it's a habit of mine. Meeting new people makes me nervous. Unless they kidnap me. Before too long, I saw a large gate that seemed to not only block the road, but a perimeter between the wildlife to a civilized life. Daviel stopped the car just in front of the gate. Before two seconds passed, a dozen people were surrounding the car with scary looking weapons.
Scary, but not scary enough to scare me. Someone could stick a gun to my head, and I'd just say pull the trigger. Unless I could come up with a way out. Besides, my life is ruined anyways. Hell, my rule is...if you shoot me, be sure to shoot my head a couple of ten times to make sure I'm dead. That or shoot my head off with a shotgun. Whatever.
Daviel opened the window, and one man in the black uniform peered cautiously. "Daviel and Jestin Orome with a pri-" Jestin elbowed Daviel in annoyance, making Daviel switch his word from 'prisoner' to,"Guest." The man glared at Daviel for a moment. Guess I'm not the only one with a grudge. "Password,"he demanded suspiciously. Daviel seemed to be relunctant towards this. The man repeated his order. Then Daviel said,"Daviel is hedonistic." I snorted into stiffled laughter.
Hedonistic is a person who thrives for their own pleasures. The ultimate selfishness a person can reach. In fact, exact words from would be "adjective hedonic, hedonistic, epicurean... devoted to pleasure; "a hedonic thrill"; "lives of unending hedonistic delight"; "epicurean pleasures"" So of course this would be halarious to ME. I like myself a good joke every once in awhile. Plus, someone actually DOES know Daviel enough to put him as a password.
"Access Granted. What's up Dav,"the man said, suddenly sounding more friendly. "Just open the damn gate,"Daviel ordered snappishly. "Geez, Davvy. Don't get your male-thongs in a bunch,"I said from my special place in the back of the car. "Shut up or I'll throw you off the top of a ten story building,"Daviel threatened. I opened my mouth, but thought better of it and shut it. The gate was opened, and we were driving into the driveway of the most largest house I had seen.
I mean, it was bigger than Ruth's house. THAT'S saying something. I stepped out of the car in daze. Daviel had to drag me towards the huge, beautiful, most protected house ever. I started to wonder why he is always the one taking care of me, when he's the one who wants to kill me. You'd figure that would be Jestin's job, but I guess not. That or she just enjoys having Daviel do her dirty work. I think Jestin is secretly a demon. Some demon pretending to be an innocent, teenage, dinky vampire.
When we walked into the mansion, I was stunned by the glory of it all. "Stop staring,"Daviel hissed. It suddenly accured to me that each time he tells me to do certain things, he's more like advising for my health. There he goes, doing Jestin's job. I considered asking him if he ever felt the need to just shove the responsibility onto Jestin. Daviel's just a big pushover. Jestin is just a big suck up. Before I could express my oh-so-wonderful feelings, someone burst in to greet us.
"Hey hey, Del and Jin,"the woman's voice said, and I automatically liked her. THIS is a BIG change. It usually takes forever for me to like a person. It was the way this woman talked. As if whatever she said was just words. Not offering a challenge to anyone, but not backing down from one either. She had the kind of attitude that said she didn't care about anybody, yet she looked at you as if you were important. A very rare mix of personality in appearance.
This woman had hair that looked like wool to me. Locks of fake wool hair twisted into her own copperishly bronze hair. After a moment of greeting Daviel and Jestin, she turned on me. The first thing I noticed was the silver swirl of her eyes. Her pupils were the only thing that told me she wasn't blind...just weird. Metallic silver eyes? Man, and I thought I'd like her. "Hey,"she said, not missing a beat,"I don't think I've met you before! I'm Dreya."
She didn't hold out her hand. Another reason why to put her on my 'likes' list. I hate being so formal. It makes me feel very uncomfortable to shake hands with new people. God knows what they do with theirs. Plus, I heard that people base you off of your handshake. I hate to give the first impression of being a limp fish. Stubby and cold. Metallic while I'm at it!
"I'm Ivy,"I said shortly. Dreya looked at Daviel and Jestin. "A friend of Jes',"Daviel quickly explained. Dreya nodded, and turned to me. "Now, I'm going to say a word, and I want you to tell me the first thing that pops into your head,"Dreya said slowly. As if she was making sure I caught the whole instructions. I did. This is one of the things my shrinks tried to trick me into talking with. Man, were they stupid or what. "All right,"I said. No reason to keep shut up this time.
"Pop tar--"Dreya started.
"You're weird,"I interupted, saying the first thing on my mind.
Daviel looked ultra pissed. Weeelll, I guess I threw first impression out the window. After a moment of great tension, Dreya suddenly gave out a chopped laugh. "Awesome,"Dreya said, looking at the two siblings,"You finally found a sane person around here." Dreya looked at me and winked,"I was expecting you to say something dumb like food. A person says pop tart out of nowhere, and the first thing a person thinks is food? You actually know what you're thinking. Good job!"
Go first impressions.