Part Forty-Seven:
Daviel didn't tell me to get back into the car. I was slightly worried that the owners to this house that we happened to be parked in front of would come out in any second. Probably with a shotgun. That's not unheard of. It's all right, I'll just throw Daviel at them and run. He can handle a bullet...unless it hits his head. If that happens, wow...that'd suck.
"Let's get popping,"I said after a moment of just smiling at Daviel. He creeps me out in the way he just stares at me. "Popping where,"Daviel asked slowly, almost lazily. Lazy bozo. Bogo. Buy one get one. Only at Payless, but I prefer Shoe Carnival. WOAH, how'd I get to this subject? "You're zoning out again,"Daviel said, smirking in amusement,"What? Do you just do that at random times?" Oh, quit making fun of me. That's not fair.
"Aren't we suppose to be going somewhere,"I asked, slightly annoyed. I'm still waiting for the shotgun to show up. BANG. But nope; nothing yet. "Where,"Daviel asked, still just staring at me. Then I realized that he was waiting for something. Maybe something I'm suppose to be saying. It just annoyed me all over again. "Like what's his name? Ripley,"I irritably suggestion. Daviel laughed, and started off towards the stranger's house.
"Hey, what are you doing,"I called, stunned. He paused, and looked at me. "Bleeding Christ,"he said, sounding like his usual annoyed way,"We're already hear. Come on or I'll just leave you out here." How rude. I scoffed, and started towards Daviel. Then I paused. Well...leave me out here? I turned, and looked around. The road was right there, most likely it would show a sign somewhere down the road. This could be my chance to get out of this mess.
Then I looked at my feet before glancing at Daviel. He didn't seem to be prepared to pounce at any sign of me running away. In fact, he was just standing there with his arms crossed; as if he was waiting for what my next move would be. I had already made a decision, though. I finished my walk to Daviel. "What are YOU waiting for,"I said with a small smile. I started pouncing past him, towards the house. Well...the house would be shocking.
It was just a regular house. Not big, but not little. Maybe three bedrooms, one kitchen, two bathrooms, a living room...and a laundry room possibly. One hall, even. Not big at all. That's not what I expected from somebody that was friends with Daviel. Mr. Big-and-bad Daviel. Nope, not this place. Well, that IS being stereotypic, though. I doubt all vampires have big ole mansions that's covered in vines. Along with a british accent--which Daviel lacked--and maybe a thirst for slavery.
I dare Daviel to try that on me. Though, it was close enough. Seeing as I had to be Jestin's personal, human doll. THAT'S not fun. Wait...how do I know if this Ripley...Rodger...Ralph...whatever character is even a vampire? Just because he is a friend of Daviel's doesn't mean he has to be vampire. Dreya was demon. Was. Until some other demon came in, and stomped out that life. So maybe R--I KNOW it starts with 'R'--is a demon, too, or something.
This caused me to pause before ringing the doorbell. Instead, I turned to Daviel. "This 'R' fellow,"I started, but Daviel interupted. "Riley,"he said swiftly. Of course! "Riley is a,"I started again. Daviel once again interupted,"He isn't a vampire. Nor a demon. Nor human, for that fact." For crying out loud. If he dares say that Riley is like...an Angel, I'll kick him. "He's just a magician,"Daviel said with a shrug,"And a sucky one at that. All he can do is possess things."
The door to the house opened. "I heard that,"a man said, sounding insulted,"And I can do more than that!" "Yeah,"Daviel said sarcastically,"I forgot...he can pull a rabbit out of a hat, too." The man at the door had his grey hair pulled back into a ponytail. His eyes were crystal blue, as if looking into a lightly tented window that you can't see past. His skin was flawless, without a blemish or wrinkle, yet his stature told me he was pretty old. Especially with that grey hair.
And he was so tall that it reminded me of a freakin Pelican. Though this could be because he has to hunch forward so that he won't hit his head on a ceiling light/fan. I wouldn't be surprised if he collected spider webs with his hair, though it would blend in. "Come on in, then,"the man--I'm assuming it is Riley--said with a slight sigh. He moved aside to let us in. As I passed him, I could feel an odd vibrant energy that made me even less trustworthy.
"Ah, you brought It,"Riley said with a sudden greed,"But It's so untrusting, Daviel. What did you tell It about me?" I rounded on him sharply. "You shut your trap with all this 'It' crap,"I said--I'm a poet and I didn't know it--,"That's right. 'It' isn't pleased." I hissed the last words out in fake distaste. It wants a Mt. Dew. Go get It a Mt. Dew. Listen to It's words. Worship It's master. It says bow down to Satan. Mwahahaha.
It's all retarded...not 'It' as in a person, it as in all this 'It' junk. Call me someone with a Sight, but I'm afraid it's not fun to be called 'It'! If I had a cousin...I'd be known as Cousin It. How dumb. Riley stopped talking to me after that, though. I stopped talking to Riley. If he wants to be that way, be that way. Daviel did all the talking for us. Turns out we'll be here for awhile, and I'll be having an eye on me closely. But as Daviel let me go wander around, I could swear I heard Riley whisper,"She doesn't know?"
I found myself loving the bedroom balcony. Since this was a one story building, you wouldn't expect it to be hanging off anything. The room I happened to be in was the back corner of this house. It was hanging on the edge of what I like to call 'Death's Hill'. Mainly because it was more like a cliff, except it slanted and was grassy. I'll bet it would be a killer to roll off of. Fun fun. Anyways, there was a door that led to the balcony that was lifted just over the hill.
It made me feel as if any rash movement would break off the balcony, and down hill I would roll. Yet I liked it the most. I had myself a chair, some tables, flowers even, and the night stars that were easily viewable in the sky. Like suggested by Daviel, I didn't get close to Riley. Just in case he dies, which wouldn't bother me at all. I'd take this house. It's a better house than my two bedroom house. No balcony, and only one exit. So much for a fire excape.
So I found myself sitting in my special chair, staring up at the stars sparkling white, glowing spots against the everlasting, black sky. It was a half-moon, which I thought was ironic. My only favorite thing being black and white, and the moon is half white...half black. Hmm. For some reason, this made me think of Daviel. And thinking of Daviel--for some reason--made me smile. I starred at the moon. Then an odd thing happened.
It felt like the world shuttered. Well, more like my world shuttered. As I watched the white and black moon, my eyesight shuttered. Not the world, per say, but just my mind...almost. Yet I couldn't take my eyes away from the two colors. That is, until I heard the door to the balcony open. I was once again pulled from the two colors as if I was far away. It left a great headache, which I shook my head of. Then I turned to look at who was coming onto the balcony.
"Daviel,"I said softly, watching him stand in the doorway. He was staring at me with blank eyes. Odd. I couldn't exactly see his eyes, but I could tell that they were blank. It automatically put fear into my heart. "What's wrong,"I asked curiously. After a moment of my mental stress being strained, he finally answered. "It's Jestin,"Daviel said in a monotone--almost mechanical--voice. The weirdest voice. Yet at these words, I felt a plunge of dread.
Daviel is acting weird. Something about Jestin. Jestin was taken by a killer demon. That left the conclusion of Jestin's death. I automatically got out of my chair, extremely sad for Daviel. "Is she--,"I started, but hesitated. I didn't like to put that word into Daviel's mind. Dead. His little sister...dead. Daviel didn't seem inclined to answer me anyways. So I took a couple of steps, and wrapped my arms around his torso. I rested my head on his chest.
No heartbeat.
It would have shocked me, but it didn't then. Instead, I felt Daviel wrap his arms around me firmly. Almost greedily. Definitly not warmly. I lifted my head to back off a bit; to give him space. But I found that his hold on me didn't let up. "Dav-,"I said slowly, slightly confused. Daviel had his right around around my lower back, pinning me against him, but his left hand grabbed ahold of my neck (just below my skull). It actually hurt.
"Daviel,"I said, slightly panicking. Is this what happens to vampires when they lose someone they love? They lose themselves? But I was suddenly looking Daviel clear into his eyes. His crystal blue eyes. It was Daviel, but not Daviel. I know for sure that his eyes were black--with a red tint. Not diamond blue. "Daviel,"I said, starting to get angry,"What's wrong with you?!" He smiled with malice, and his fangs were revealed openly.
This replaced my anger with fear. "It's mine, now,"Daviel said in his mechanical voice. Daviel's voice, but not Daviel. I grabbed ahold of each of his shoulders, and started to shove. He tightened his grip on the back of my neck, making me wince with pain. "Daviel,"I wimpered just as I felt his forceful bite once again making its place into my neck. It paralysed all thoughts; all feeling. Instead, this bite closed off my throat, and practically blinded me with inner pain.
Inner drain, more like it. I opened my mouth to make a sound, ANY sound, for someone to stop him. This CAN'T be Daviel. It's that demon. It must be that demon. He killed my brother, and now he's found another way to torture me. To kill me. A simple moment of just staring at stars. A simple moment of playing in the park. The baseball disappeared. I was the one who threw it. It's my fault. I got him to go to the park. I got him to go into that alley with me. It's all my fault.
Like last time, I could feel a blur surrounding me. I didn't know whether it was a vision or what. Maybe I was dying. Though I expected more of a black out with when I drank Daviel's blood. Ick. Yet I could hear chuckling. A small chuckle in the background. A familiar chuckle that noone would ever hear again. I knew who was chuckling. And I knew that small whine, that one noise that would start the beggining of the worse day of my life.
And I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to see it. I didn't want to remember it. And I didn't want Daviel to see it, if he could. But I could feel the blurring, the relapse of that special magic of the worse moment of your life flashing before your eyes as you slowly die. I wanted Daviel to see it, too. Just to let him know. So that when he feels better, he can go fix the problem for me. Seeing as I wouldn't. At least he could see it. And with this thought, I KNEW he could see it.
The room blurred completely, and even though all of this would only take probably two seconds to remember, it would seem like eternity to me. It will always seem like eternity. An eternity of watching a little girl with black hair whining to an older, identacle boy who was chuckling at his little sister's torture...