Part Forty-Six:

"I'm not doing it,"I told Audrey shortly. Audrey looked mad, her face turning as red as her hair. She now looked like a cherry head with hair. Anybody need a sundae with a cherry on top? "It's simple,"I told Audrey firmly, before she could argue,"I'm not going to alert that demon where we are just to get hurt. I'm sure Daviel had a better way to find Jestin. She is his sister, after all." And the decision was final. I'm not going to force myself to find Jestin with my Sight.

First of all, I believe it's impossible. I don't even get this Sight thingy. What? Is there like some kind of plan already made? And if so, who made it? And do NOT tell me it's God because that's just bull shit. Who the hell is God anyways? Some little boy that decided to make a little science project for the fun of it. Or maybe a writer. Definitely a woman. What man could come up with the patience and brains to make the world. Either way, no God. Nope, not for me.

I started to storm out of the room before Audrey could tackle me, and do something rash. Like stick a knife to my eye, and say something like 'You have a vision right now or I'll cut you, biyatch'. That's a weird way to pronounce bitch. Bee...yatch. Yatch as in at. Biyatch. Biotch. I'll bet you they came up with biotch because they had some dumb person accidently misspell it. Maybe they looked at it and said,"Biotch...hmm, that sounds cool."

That's as dumb as people making new words because President Bush mispronounced the original word. That's how you know he didn't write the speeches, but I mean...someone at least go over it with him. Eh, but you can't be too disrespectful to your leader. I mean, that's like making fun of your own country. Even if your representative is stupid, you have to blame yourself, too. You're the one who was stupid enough to pick him out!

Right...ANYWAYS, before I had made my way out the door, Audrey grabbed my arm. "You're making a mistake, Ivy,"she said shortly. I glared at her,"It won't work anyways. My Sights don't always tell the truth." Audrey looked slightly stunned,"Of course they do!" I scoffed, but she wouldn't let go of my arm. Fine, I can discuss this with her. "If they tell the truth, how am I suppose to go make out with Daviel in the old house if we're not going there again,"I said angrily.

Nope, I haven't forgotten about that vision. Daviel and me walked into that room, and started kissing. But it's impossible now. "We make our own future,"Audrey said slowly,"Whatever you see is just what is to happen unless someone does something to alter it. Maybe someone screwed up the chance for that to happen." I hesitated and thought about that. "Like how,"I asked in confusion. Audrey thought deeply for a moment, the raised her finger.

"Oh, how'd you leave the house in the first place,"she asked suddenly. I peered at her, not quite getting the question. "Um...I went home, and they were afraid I was going to tell on them,"I said slowly. Audrey sighed,"Ok...then what made you go home." I had to think about this. That is, until I remembered Tyra, and her special dust poison. "Tyra threw dust poison in my face, and it nearly killed me,"I snarled bitterly to Audrey.

She smirked,"And did you go to the house afterward?" I nodded,"To get my class ring." Audrey had her arms crossed, waiting to see if I came up with a connection. And of course I did. "Tyra was in the room to keep me from the ring. She called up that demon before I could do anything,"I said slowly,"Tyra. She changed what was suppose to be!" Audrey added in her own thought,"It wouldn't have happened if she hadn't saw that you were in her way."

I glared at Audrey,"She made me in her way. It wasn't my fault." But Audrey shook her head,"You saw Daviel kissing you, and you got jealous. Tyra saw this, and took action. This messed up the path that you had seen in your vision. We make our own future, it's based off of our own choices." I noticed just then that Audrey still had her arms crossed. Freedom! And I busted through the door. "Well, nice talking to you Audrey,"I said loudly.

Daviel wasn't by the door. I guess he had already made his way to the car. I turned around to see that Audrey hadn't followed me. Good, it would have been very unfun to yell at her to leave me alone. I opened the front door, and walked out onto the porch. Maybe I'll be able to see stars from here, seeing as there wasn't too much street lights or anything. I like night. No I don't, I like day. You know what? I don't know anymore, and I don't really care.

Before I even made my way two steps, a hand snatched over my mouth. I was pulled away from the door. They didn't even tell me to not make a sound or anything. But of course I couldn't fight anyways. I was a caught bunny rabbit. I'm so stupid. Before I knew it, more people were flooding the porch, but moving to the side of the door. Just like I was, except they were on both sides of the door. It was safe to say that this was NOT Daviel's doing.

But these people looked slightly familiar. I started to yell...which was muffled by this large hand. "Don't, Ivy,"Logan snarled quietly into my ear. I KNEW it. It's as if they had been hiding around here, waiting for Daviel and me to show up. I could hear Daviel heading towards the door. "You said she already is out in the car,"Daviel asked loudly, probably to Audrey. I didn't hear a response, for I was too busy looking around my perimeter.

I caught what I wanted. Not even two feet from me was a collection of flower vases. Of course there would be plenty of these with nature Audrey. Daviel was already making his way just to the door; getting closer by the second. I closed my eyes, and licked Logan's palm. Just as I had prayed to the non-existant God, Logan made a small noise of disgust, but had started to shift his hand. Just enough for me to bite the area in between his thumb and fore-finger.

This time, Logan did make a noise. Along with let me go. Along with my tripping, and crashing into all the collected vases. Along with all the vases either falling off the porch, skidding across the porch, or smashing under my weight. And then followed by me yelling,"WOLVES! WEREWOLVES! LYCANS! HUMAN MUTTS!" And whatever other word I could come up with to warn Daviel. Oh, oh, oh. One more! ALONG with someone stomping on my head, literally knocking the daylight out of me.

Perfect. JUST pefect...along with ow.

Waking up greeted me with a great headache. I could feel movement all around me, and some loud noise. It only took a couple of minutes for me to realize that I was located in the backseat of the car. I was laid out horizontally, instead of in seating position. I started to sit up, but a sparkle of stars blocked my sight. I found it better to lay down for a bit. That is, until I remembered the reason why my head would be hurting like this.

Then I was panicing. Did they get Daviel? Do they have me? Who is driving this car? Am I going to die? This time I DID sit up in the car, driving the dizziness to the back of my mind. It's called pain tolerance. Embrace the pain, make it worse, then when the real ammount shows...it won't seem bad because you've exagerated the pain a bit. It always works for me. It's like: if you cut your finger, you apply pressure on it (which makes it hurt worse), but when you let go the pain lessens. It helps you gain pain tolerance.

I looked in the driver seat to see that it was indeed Daviel driving. He was glaring at the road ahead of him, though. Not to mention the fact that his hands were extremely bloody. He also had some wounds of his own. Even what looked like a collision wound to the head. "Daviel,"I said slowly, not sure what you would say in this situation. Maybe 'Geez, what got under your skin' or 'looks like you took a cruising for a bruising'. Or even 'wow, did someone drop you on the head or what'.

I think someone needs to give me a heart transplant because mine isn't working.

"Are you all right,"I asked instead. Aha! A great thing to ask a vampire! I know it use to annoy me when they'd say 'Are you okay?' and I'd say 'I don't know'. So then they'd be like 'Well, are you alive?' and I'd say 'Yes'. That would be followed with 'then you're okay'. Those heartless bastards. But I don't think that would work with a vampire. I mean, are they even alive? Hm. I vaguely remember that maybe he said he was already dead. Or maybe not. AH.

"I'm fine,"Daviel said darkly, barely glancing back at me,"Are YOU all right?" And using my past experiences, I said,"I'm alive." There was silence. A very confused silence for me. "What happened,"I asked slowly. Daviel at first didn't say anything, then he slowly started to smile. "You're plan to get my attention worked only too well,"Daviel stated with amusement,"Logan shut you up, but a lot too late." Logan was the one who stepped on my head?!

"And...,"I left the conversation opened for him to finish. This is when his smile disappeared,"Oh, Ivy, you won't like this one." Oh, great, now I feel so much more relieved. But Daviel didn't wait for me to ask anyways. "I thought he had just about killed you from first sight,"Daviel continued,"I got carried away." Now I felt slight dread. He can't mean what I'm thinking. "Logan's dead,"Daviel said hesitantly,"And everyone else who was with him."

And this goes out to Ivy. Another one down because of me. Maybe I'm not meant to be in this place. Not meant to be anywhere. I just stared at the floorboard of the car. "Iveria,"Daviel said carefully,"He would have either killed you or turned you into a werewolf." Kill or be killed? It's like being in a war. Freedom isn't free. "What did Audrey want to talk to you about,"Daviel asked, trying to get my mind away from Logan's death.

Logan's deathday on my dead brother's birthday. "She wanted me to use my Sight to find Jestin,"I said, not really paying attention either way,"But I said no because it would give that demon a tracer to where I was." This seemed to set Daviel off. "You're not to do that, Iveria,"he snarled darkly,"I don't want you risking yourself just to find my problem. Do you understand that? Jestin is my job...and I'm sure you wouldn't want to see her now if I'm right."

This brought my attention back to Daviel. "What? Of course I want to see Jestin,"I said, very offended. Just because I didn't seem to like her doesn't mean I don't care about her. Daviel turned off the road, and parked in front of a house. He got out of the car, and opened the back door. Then he held out his hand. I hesitated, not knowing why we had stopped here. But I grabbed his hand, trusting him none-the-less. Daviel pulled me out of the car carefully.

Then he had me pressed against the car, looking me squarely in the eyes. "Don't look for her,"he said, tracing his finger along the side of my face,"I don't want him to get ahold of you, all right?" I bit my bottom lip, but Daviel didn't take that as an answer. "Promise me you won't risk yourself looking for Jestin,"Daviel said, now keeping ahold of my chin. I hesitated, then said,"I promise I won't look for Jestin." Daviel continued to look into my eyes.

I was looking into his eyes as well, though. And I suddenly heard lightly,"What is it? What is she thinking?" But Daviel hadn't moved his lips; hadn't made a sound. "I promise,"I repeated, feeling unnerved at all this. Daviel nodded,"Good." But before letting me go, he pressed his lips against mine. Oh my God, I love him. I can't help it anymore, I can't. I love him. I hated him, but I love him. It may not be true love, though it feels like it. It may be lust, though it feels like more. I love Daviel.