Part Forty-Four:

Before I could get my ass over to Tyra and smack her shitless, Daviel had shoved me back to hide. I started to shove HIM, when he hissed,"Stay." As if I'm some sort of mutt. Well, a Newfoundland. I like Newfoundlands, they're so pretty. Right. I started to argue about this, but Daviel put a finger up. He didn't say anything, but just shook his head. Then he was making his way to Tyra. Tyra jumped away from the door, suddenly looking more confused.

Fake confused, of course.

"I heard some noise, Davvy,"Tyra said all sweetly. I saw that she had dyed her hair back to blonde. I guess my insulting her enough got her to change her mind. Eh, she's stupid either way. She could have brown hair for all I care. A stupid person is a stupid person. "Someone broke in,"Daviel said, not sounding angry. This instead got me furious. He sounds just so normal! As if what Tyra did is nothing. Unless he is finding a reason in his mind to make it NOT Tyra's fault!

"Really,"Tyra said, sounding worried,"Is anyone hurt? Where's Jes? And Dreya?" Tyra left me out. Good. If she would have so much as come THIS close to saying my name, I would've hauled off and kicked her in the face. Daviel was now standing just in front of Tyra, raising his hand to rub his chin. "About that,"Daviel said slowly, considering something. He didn't continue, though. He only stood there, starring at Tyra. I stayed hidden, but it took a lot of self-discipline.

"What,"Tyra asked curiously...still concerned. In a split second, Daviel had shot out and grabbed Tyra's neck. He slammed her back against the door, his apathetic face now etched with rage. "Daviel,"Tyra screamed in terror, trying to shove him off. Daviel had grabbed ahold of her hands and now had her pinned completely. I gulped, remembering how he had done almost the same thing to me a couple of times. It kind of made me sorry for Tyra.

That is...until I remembered that it was her fault that Dreya was now dead. And mine. I hate being on the same blame list as that blimp. "How'd you do it,"Daviel growled at Tyra. She struggled, but Daviel only said loudly,"Tyra. Tell me how you did it right NOW." And Tyra stopped completely. She smiled evily, letting out a small chuckle that seeped malice. "Aw, what's wrong, Davvy? Did he kill your precious Ivy,"she asked with venom dripping from each word.

A small growl grew from Daviel's throat. "Get mad all you want, but you'll never get HER back. He's planning on killing her, Daviel. JUST like he kill her little one,"Tyra snarled gleefully,"You know that, right? He was so happy when I conjured him! She was too young when he found her, but now she's just right. And now she's dead." And Tyra started cackling in happiness. My mouth had gone completely dry. What? But I could hear the voice.

"One word, and you're going to do worse than you're brother,"the voice threatened. That same familiar voice that the demon had possessed. One word. He didn't want anyone to know that he had found "It". I thought there were more people with the Sight. Why'd he have to come after me? It IS my fault. Everything is my fault. If I hadn't brought my brother along, everything would be all right. If I hadn't been stupid and gone down that alley. It's ALL my fault.

"How'd you do it,"Daviel snarled, sounding discusted. Tyra couldn't stop laughing. "Dark magic,"Tyra said gleefully,"I conjured him, Davvy. Made his day. I had to hurry, of course, seeing as you two were in the house with me. I could hear Ivy trying to get in the room! Oh, but I got him back! And he's got back what he's been looking for. Now he'll have me, Daviel!" Ew. She likes that demon? No way. Tyra was more than shocking to me.

I expected her to be evil, but this bad? "He told me what he did to her brother,"Tyra whispered with a smile,"Right in front of her. And..." Tyra laughed some more before saying," And he scared her so much that she...she wouldn't...haha...she wouldn't even TALK!" Tyra was laughing so hard. As if this was the biggest joke in the world. "And then I heard she STILL has nightmares, and that just BLOWS it over the TOP,"Tyra screeched in laughter.

"You've done such a stupid thing, Tyra,"Daviel said darkly, ignoring her laughing. Tyra only laughed harder. "I think it was a genius plan! Now he has what he wants, and poor poor Daviel is left with his little sister,"Tyra sneered gladly,"Everyone knew it Daviel. It's so obvious that I'm surprised Ivy never noticed it." And Tyra laughed some more before saying,"But no need to hide it anymore! She won't ever know now!" Tyra couldn't talk anymore.

That preppy BITCH. She thinks it's funny? She LAUGHS at what that demon did? I was so shocked! Daviel, meanwhile, was pissed. "Laugh all you want, Tyra, I don't need you anymore,"Daviel snapped,"Now that I know what you did." Tyra stopped laughing and glared at Daviel. "You didn't know that I threw dust poison at Ivy,"Tyra growled, trying to find a landing ground. Daviel scoffed,"Knew that a billion years ago." Tyra suddenly screeched, and I snapped my attention from the floor to them.

Daviel had ripped open the door, still holding onto Tyra's neck. The sun was blinding. It flooded the land just down the steps of the porch. Tyra started screaming,"NO! DON'T! NO!" But Daviel tightened his grip, and he dragged her out to the porch. Then he threw her off the porch, and she landed on the ground just in front of the porch. It didn't take two seconds before Tyra was screaming on top of her lungs. The tone of the scream practically burst my eardrums.

Just before her skin started drying so deeply that she started bleeding, I turned to face the opposite direction. I bent down, slamming my hands over my ears, and blocking my face with my knees. Tyra's screaming still made its way to my ears, but behind it I could hear Oak's screams. Just as high pitched, but with more pain than anguish in them. I hadn't even realized that my breathing had shorted to gasps, and that unwanted tears had bled their way down my cheeks.

I nearly screamed, for when I felt a pair of hands wrap around both of my wrists, it felt more like ice cold daggers than hands. I had thought for a moment that I was back with Oak during his murder. I had felt that the demon was fixing to finish off his torture. This time it would be me, next. But instead, I felt the pair of hands pull me towards their owner. And then I was being wrapped in a hug of comfort that only reminded me that everything was my fault.

How? You may ask. I don't know. It just is. If I didn't exist, everyone would be better off. Daviel held onto me for a moment, running his fingers through my hair. When it seemed I was calmed down enough, he lifted my face to look at him. "Don't listen to her,"Daviel said,"Tyra's just a bitch." I scoffed, suddenly hating myself for allowing myself to breakdown like that. I'm a weak whore. A weak, stupid, useless wiotch. Daviel shocked me by rubbing his thumb lightly over my bottom lip.

"You're better than all this,"Daviel said darkly, as if he was suddenly blaming himself,"I should have just left you alone." But I started my defensive push-away. "You're just trying to take advantage of me,"I said accusingly,"I may not have a great life, but that doesn't mean you can confuse me like the moron you are. One day you hate me, the next day you like me...oh wait, no, that was a trick. My bad. Then you go off and pretend you're all heroic just to think that you can--"

I was interupted by Daviel lightly brushing his lips over mine. Just by that, I felt that odd fluttering in the bottom of my lungs, just lacing my gut. I didn't say anything at first, MORE than confused. "I'm not going to fall for it this time, you--"I started, and Daviel pressed his lips against mine. I actually paid attention to the odd feeling I had. Then after a moment, I said,"Would you stop doing tha-" But pay no heed to what Ivy says! Daviel grabbed ahold of my head, and kissed me in a more demanding tone.

This time I kissed him back. What the heck? Why waste such a confusing, stupid, no-sense moment like this? It's probably another trick that I don't get the point of, but I found that whenever he kissed me...everything disappeared. Everything except the brewing emotions of the rollercoaster ride of life, and the odd fluttering feeling that I'd never quite felt before.

And I realized that this was the feeling that came with first kisses.

First REAL kisses.

No tricks included.

I hope.

I felt a soft finger trace my cheek slowly. At first, I just laid there, not quite understanding anything. But before I opened my eyes, I remembered Daviel. I can't believe he kissed me. Probably just to shut me up. I shouldn't get so gooey over this. That would be stupid and immature of me. I know after forever, Daviel finally said that I should get some sleep. And I remember laying down on the couch. I had fallen asleep.

Now I felt something tracing my cheek, as if to wake me up...but not too forceful. Yet, once this registured, my eyes snapped open. Daviel was just in front of me, with a thoughtful look as he starred at me. But once he had saw my eyes open, he smiled slowly. "Come on,"he said quietly,"It's time to go." I didn't even yawn. I had been waiting for us to leave since my eyes had closed. My body hadn't even started to rest. It was just waiting for a time to run.

At least, I think it was time to run. That's what Daviel is up to, right? "Where are we going,"I asked curiously, not moving yet. It seemed so weird that Daviel wasn't yelling at me to get my lazy ass up and start hauling energy. Them nurfy vampires are suppose to be that way. Well, THIS Murhur vampire is suppose to be that way. And...NOW I feel weird. Well, maybe you should know my predictament first.

Murhur is a generous way of calling someone dumb. It's a term I love to use it. Makes me feel so special. But then this murhur Daviel goes and destroys the way of life by...destroy my way of life. Just about in every way. First he kidnaps me, and then tortures me in his own special way. And THEN he goes and confuses me by suddenly breaking free his stupid barrier of loooove. Yet I find myself feeling this same stupid odd feeling that can't be mistaken for anything else except for loooove.

That or lust.

I've GOT to remember my stupid standards. Or I'll get instinct confused with my body's trickster ways. Well, feeling all this...I feel weird calling Daviel Murhur. A guy can call girls so many things. Beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, lovely, and so on. What do you call a guy? Gee, Daviel, you look pretty today. Pfft. Or something too formal like "Ah, look at handsome Daviel". Though, that does seem better. But it'll be weird to tell HIM that. And then I practically jumped out of my mental skin.

I had forgotten that Daviel is standing like...RIGHT there in front of me. How stupid is that? I asked him a question, for crying out loud! "I think we'll head to Riley, but I need to make sure nothing has happened to Audrey,"Daviel said, thinking again. I bit my bottom lip. "Who is Riley,"I asked slowly. Daviel shrugged,"Just a friend. You don't have to get to know him. That's just one place for you to be, but not for long." And then I slightly brightened up.

"We're going to look for Jestin, right,"I asked curiously. Daviel suddenly looked darker. "Not you,"he said testedly,"You're not going anywhere near there. Or did you not hear Tyra?" You said not to listen to her. But I didn't tell him that out loud. I'm still getting over the shock that he actually cares enough about me to be afraid of me living. Or is that just another trick? How can a person tell a difference between a lie or truth, if the person telling the lie is unreadable? ...Or maybe he IS telling the truth. EH!