Part Forty-two:

I had no clue as to how long we're suppose to be here. It seemed like it was going to be awhile for some reason. As long as I don't try to do any tricks with Dreya, I'm sure I'll be all right. I, for one, did not like staying in this place. It's plain annoying to be stuck inside all the time. During the day, the vampires can't go outside to keep an eye on me. During the night, it was too dangerous to let me wander off. How stupid is that? More like they're just too lazy to keep an eye on me.

So I planned to escape. Whether for an hour or more, I didn't care, but I was going to get out of here. I don't even want to THINK about all that drowning mess that happened with Dreya. I'm still not sure. I was definitely seeing things, so I guess it did come with this sight. Someone come and take it from me. I do NOT want it. I want to go home...well, not home, but some place that I like and could call home.

So, being my super special self, I planned to leave in a couple of minutes. I've just got to wait it out. Daviel hadn't left too long ago, so he should be gone for awhile. I don't know where he's going, and I don't care. All I had to do is make sure that Daviel was gone for sure, and then walk myself out that door. Just for a little while. I'd be back in seconds, of course. It was all so simple that even I was shocked. Actually, not really shocked. There wasn't anything to be shocked about. It's all cool.

Coolness.

Cool beans.

Cool to the bone.

Right. I saw that there was no sign of anyone showing up. This meant that the coast was clear. I walked forward. Soooo close to a couple of minutes of fresh air and freedom. I reached to the door knob. "Stop,"Dreya's voice came up from behind me. I turned, and looked at Dreya's eyes. "Back up, Daviel's going to slam that door in your face,"she told me. I noticed that the metallic silver of her eyes swam over her pupils. Creepy. Before I could say anything, the doorknob twisted itself and the door nearly flew at me.

I--luckily enough--backed up in time. Daviel walked into the house, looking up to see me. Must be interesting to see the person who annoys you the most standing at the door. I hope he doesn't get the idea that I'm waiting for him. THAT would be something stupid to assume. I opened my mouth, of course. "Hey, Daviel, it's nice to see your ugly --,"and my words were reeled away at the sight of someone entering behind Daviel. "-whore,"I finished without thinking about what I was saying.

It happened to be Tyra. Out of aaaaall the people Daviel could bring to our so-called "safe" house, he brings the girl that wants to kill his little sister. "What,"Tyra snapped furiously. I had completely forgotten what I previously said, so instead I replied,"What what?" Before Tyra said anything, I turned to Daviel to say,"You idiot, why'd you bring HER here?" What a great way to start off a conversation. This didn't seem to fly by well with Daviel.

"She's my girlfriend, Ivy,"Daviel snarled,"I can do whatever I WANT to do. You can go DIE for me." I scoffed at this and said,"Why would I do anything for you? You can do anything, supposively. So go die for yourself, superman." Daviel already looked pissed. Someone is edgy today. I didn't notice Dreya scooting closer towards me. Tyra was to the side with a snug smile. I suddenly noticed that she had dyed her hair red. And with that attention, I turned the conversation.

"Geez, I knew you couldn't have been a REAL blonde,"I said to her evily,"That would be a discrace to the rest of them." I was going on a roll now! "You're a discrace to human,"Tyra spat, furious that I had switched my rage to her. I shrugged. "Well, you're better anyways. You're more generous,"I told her, shocking everyone before I finished,"I mean, it's awefully nice of you to share your discusting ways under a label of red-heads. What next? Purple? I'd go for green; it fits the gunk in your pimples."

Tyra automatically reached for her pimple-free face. Then she looked at Daviel. "Do something about her, Davvy,"Tyra begged, probably out of insults all ready. She's a whole new label. If you wanted to be stereotypic with her, you'd put her in a whole new hair color. And make it in Italian, too. Daviel suddenly said,"Ivy, be nice. Go to the back of the house and find Jestin." And my attention was once again on the idiotic idiot who brought the stupid dummy home.

"I'M not your PET, you moron,"I snapped at him,"And it's probably better to keep Jestin hidden, seeing as it seems YOU want to kill her, too." Well, I broke the sense of control. Before I knew it, Daviel was stomping towards me extremely in rage. I backed up to be blocked by Dreya. That's stupid back-stabber! Dreya reached her hands out from behind me, and over my shoulders. So it looked as if she was about to hug my neck.

But instead, the Daviel who had been coming in seconds, was practically blinded by a large, electric-like metal. Metal that had appeared just inches away from the palms of Dreya's hands. Just like that, the electric charges surged out. It shot at Daviel, and slammed him backwards---away from me. Daviel had hit the door, and was landed on the ground painfully. Well, painful to me, but probably not so to me. He looked up at me with a glare, as if I did all that.

Before he stood up, Dreya said,"Daviel, don't attack her again. I can't let you." Dreya still had her palms out in front of me protectively, but not with the barrier there anymore. I was ultimately confused. "You picked HER,"Tyra yelled suddenly,"She'll be killed in minutes! Why'd you do such a stupid thing!!" Dreya dropped her hands, and backed away from me. I guess Daviel wasn't going to try to get ahold of me again. "Come on, Ivy,"she said simply.

Well, she's protecting me. Stay here with Tyra and Daviel? Or go with Dreya? Or run...that could be a good choice. "I'm coming,"I told Dreya none-the-less. She turned around, but I looked at Daviel in slight confusion. "I know you wouldn't want to kill Jes,"I barely (BARELY) whispered. I didn't want him to hear that. It might make him think I cared about his feelings. Pfft. I turned to follow Dreya to wherever she was heading.

We hadn't walked long, though. I ended up shoving my patience aside and jumped in front of Dreya. "What ARE you,"I asked in confusion. And Dreya smiled wryly. "I knew that thought would be killing you,"she said in triumph. She acts as if she knows me so well. Yeah right. "You said you were going to tell me anyways,"I argued bitterly. Dreya sighed with a shrug,"Fine, I'll tell you." Then she hesitated,"But you have to promise not to judge me for it."

I can't promise that, but... "All right, I promise,"I said sweetly. Liar, Ivy. You're such a filthy liar. Someone should smack you. Oh, shut up. Dreya obviously didn't know me too well, for she started speaking again. "Right,"she said, slightly hesitant none-the-less,"Well, it's simple really. I'm a D to the emon..." What a way to put that. How about you stop being a D to the ork and act N to the ormal for once. Wait...did she just say that she's a demon?

"Um, oh...eh,"I paused shortly. Time...to go. I turned to run off, and Dreya grabbed my arm before I could. "You said you wouldn't judge,"Dreya said hopefully. "Judging is a natural instinct of humans,"I snapped, not too keen on making a long lecture,"So deal, and let go." But Dreya only tightened her grip in case I tried to rip away. "You don't even know what demons are,"Dreya snapped furiously. "Well,"I argued,"I've met one before and it wasn't so nice, so I think I'm fine by NOT knowing."

"I'm a Shield,"Dreya yelled at me,"Not a murderer. I'm a Shield!" This made no sense to me. "Don't be stupid,"I snapped,"You're a person, not metal. For crying out loud, look in the mirror every once in a while!" Dreya glared at me for a moment, then snorted into laughter. "Not a metal Shield,"Dreya said shortly,"A Shield Demon. I pick one person throughout my whole supposively immortal life to protect. Then I can see their danger before it comes, so I can shield them."

I starred at her suspiciously. "If the person I pick dies, I die. So I'd have to try my ultimate best to Shield them,"Dreya said,"But Tyra is stupid and thinks just because I blocked Daviel from killing you, that I picked you as my person." I blinked uncertainly,"You didn't pick me?" Dreya laughed,"No way. That's a suicidal move for sure. I'd probably kill you before anyone else could."

And I suddenly felt insulted. I mean, how mean is that. Dreya seemed to see it, for she elbowed me. "Don't be so upset. I'm sure someone else is suicidal enough to die for you,"Dreya stated,"Or you'll just drive them to suicide just for the fun of it." I made a face at her. "Maybe I could drive YOU,"I suggested, but scoffed,"Yeah right...I couldn't be THAT lucky." And I elbowed her in return. Then we were back on the bases of being friends.

"How do you pick the person,"I asked suddenly. Dreya shrugged,"I just place a hand on your shoulder, and say something like--" She shrugged again. Then she grabbed my shoulder,"But don't worry, I won't pick you. I'd never be stupid enough to say I'm your protector for the rest of your life." And I smiled at her,"All right, then. Let's keep it that way." Dreya smirked,"All right." I scoffed,"Fine." She mocked me,"Fine." Just joking, I'm sure. Hopefully. How odd is it that now I've got friends?

I shoved Jestin's shoulder. "Shut up, I'm watching this for crying out loud,"I hissed at her playfully. I happened to not be watching 'Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest'. Or something like that. I just know that Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp can take me on a boat ride anytime. Except John John seems a little dirty in this movie, and Bloomy seems a little girly. But they're sweet to watch anyways. That's all I'm saying in that subject!

Dreya was on one side of me, stealing my popcorn. (It turns out that demons do eat food.) And Jestin was on the other side, placing in every piece of opinion she could come up with in every word said. It was getting to the good point. The good point was coming. Johnny was just swallowed. So that means we're getting to the goodies. It's got to mean...

The guy from the first movie showed up and it ended. "WHAT THE HELL,"I yelled furiously,"That's the climax! You can't end it at the climax, can you? Is that legal?" I turned to Jestin, then to Dreya. They both just shrugged. "THIS is why I'm not a movie person,"I snapped, now in a bad mood. And then all the lights went out in the house. I stopped movie. "Oh, so it continues outside of the box,"I said in relief,"Well, that makes sense." Dreya snorted.

"How does that make sense,"Jestin asked in confusion,"Outside the box? It doesn't continue until the next one gets out." So instead I scoffed,"Then why'd you turn off the lights, Jes?" Jestin didn't answer for a moment. "Is it storming outside,"she asked aloud. "Nope,"Dreya said suspiciously. "So, did you pay your bill, Dreya,"I asked loudly,"You know you're suppose to do that more than once." I'm slipping back into my sarcasm. It's fun.

"I paid the bill, Ivia,"Dreya snapped. That's how Dreya rolls. She grabs your first letter, then grabs the last couple of letters to make your new name. Like Daviel is Del. And Jestin is Jin. So Iveria is Ivia because she didn't think Iia made sense. I think changing my name doesn't make sense. I also think that the lights turning off for no reason makes no sense. Dreya suddenly said,"Not good. The alarms are off. Anyone can get in now."

"Who would want in,"I asked curiously. Just then, I heard a loud shatter in the front room.