Part Forty-Nine:

I laid on the ground of the balcony, barely having the energy to do anything except force breathing. FORCE breathing. I could feel my mind wanting to shut down, but I was fighting against it. I was fighting against the acid that felt like it was melting my eyes. I was fighting for conciousness. I was NOT going to pass out when Daviel could just latch onto me again and drain what's left of me. I gasped for air, my head turned to where I could see the legs of the chair I was resting on awhile ago.

I could feel my own blood seeping from my neck which didn't hurt near as much as this...this thing bigger than a migrane. It's cancer. Oh my God, I've now recieved a brain hernia. That's just nonsense. While I was laboring through my breathing, Daviel was making weird noises. Guess it would be a shock to have your mind attacked by the Sight. Though I have no clue what I just did to him. Whatever. He desearve it. Trying to kill me like that.

I heard something being shattered on the ground. Somebody is acting as if they're drunk, lately. Then someone was on top of me. I turned my head, just to have it moved back to where I was looking at the chair legs again. He's going to bite me again! I held my breath, and used all my strength to throw a punch at him. Useless. Daviel only blocked it, and moved my hair off my neck to show the bite mark he left. "Bleeding Christ,"Daviel said in shock.

Nooo, bleeding Ivy. Remember, Christ isn't bleeding anymore. It's me. Yello...pay attention! I realized that it sounded like Daviel. Not mechanical, and forced like it had before. It sounded like the Daviel I knew. Well, I thought I knew. I was having more trouble breathing, more loss of energy. Daviel was tracing his finger over the bite as if in disbelief. "Your heart is struggling,"Daviel said in a slightly stressed voice,"You've got to keep breathing. Give your blood time to regenerate."

Loss of blood. Iron that clings onto your blood gives you energy. That's why anemic people have to take a lot of iron, so that they could have their energy. I use to use that excuse for whenever someone said I was lazy. "I'm not lazy,"I'd say,"I'm just aneamic, be nice." Then again, you also need blood to thrive oxygen through your body. Put the loss of blood, that would explain lack of energy and troubled with air. If this doesn't fix itself, my heart is going to explode or just give out.

Like what people expect of the sun. Either it'll blow up, or it'll just shimmer into a small black hole. Eitherway, bye bye humans. Yet, my breathing started to calm. Slowly, but surely. "What happened to you,"I asked after I felt I could speak without passing out. Daviel was still hovering over the bite, for some reason. "I'd heal you,"Daviel said, a little off subject,"But you won't have enough blood to revive yourself over my blood." That means I'll be a vampire. Nooo thanks.

"What happened to you,"I repeated, turning my head to look at him. Daviel's eyes were back to his blackness...still with the slight red tint. He frowned,"I saw what happened with Oak." I scoffed with troubled, but I manage. Subject changer. "What HAPPENED to you, Daviel,"I asked forcefully. You can't switch my mind off of this. No Sir. Nope, not me. "Don't worry,"Daviel said bitterly,"It wasn't me. Well...it was, but not really. I was really just standing back, not able to do anything."

That makes no sense, what-so-ever. "I saw you,"I said accusingly,"And you were not standing back." Daviel smiled widely,"No, you saw Riley." I frowned,"What?" Daviel shrugged,"Remember how I told you he couldn't do anything except possess people?" Oooooh. It finally hit me. "He possessed me,"Daviel said shortly,"You'll notice that my eyes were his and not mine." Those crystal blue eyes. They're gone now. Where are they, then?

"But you used it,"Daviel said suddenly, with curiousity,"I know you did. You drove him out of me with it." Oh no, not that 'It' thing again. "Can all sight people do that,"I asked slowly. Maybe slurrly because I felt really tired. I think I'm going to have a nap. Just a small cat nap. Or in my earlier arguement of how the vampires seem like cats, and I'm the rabbit...I'll have a rabbit nap. Ribbit. Oops, that's a frog. My bad. And I guess I did fall asleep. Right there on the balcony floor...with Daviel on top of me.

My question left unanswered. AGAIN.

"It's not that hard, just put a little taco sauce...some chips, and that's it,"Daviel said, doing this exact thing. I scoffed,"You can tell me this all you want, but I'm not listening." He turned to look at me. Though he was finishing his work on the counter, I had pulled up a chair. I was now with my hands resting on the side of my neck just under my jaw, and my elbows spreaded apart on the counter. I was also staring at the food Daviel had just been trying to teach me to make.

"Taco Salad Bites,"he said, moving the plate in front of me,"Go on. Try it." I starred at it. Everything was fine, but I don't know if I'll like that sour cream/cream cheese/salad dressing that's smothered in meat mixture, tomatoes, lettuce, onions, and shredded cheddar cheese. All on top of a cooled crescent roll. Actually, that sounds really good. Eh, it's worth a try. I grabbed one square bite, and looked at it. Then I sniffed it. "It's not poisoned,"Daviel said in amusement. I trusted him enough to believe that.

So I took a delicate, but definite bite out of this 'Taco Salad' thing. Then I groaned at the unfairness of it all. "It's too good,"I said bitterly,"That's not fair." Daviel bent down to put his elbows on the counter like I had mine. He was smirking with amusement at my reaction. He was eye-to-eye with me, now. Not with crystal blue eyes, though. That's good. Daviel thinks that when I had used my 'It' thing, I had run Riley both out of Daviel's mind and out of this house.

I was wondering why Riley wasn't trying to possess Daviel. Simply enough, Daviel believe it was because I was somehow protecting his mind with this 'It' thing. By this point, I no longer call it "Sight" because I've read up on this clairvoyance thing. Extra sensory perception. Includes seeing things, not blocking, attacking, or reading things (including minds). The mind reading is actually another word. Telekenisis or something of that sort. Blocking is what witchcraft does...maybe even demons.

Somebody is lying to me. I wasn't going to bring it up, yet. Oh, but I was planning my time. When that time shows, I'm going to ask why everytime Daviel bites me, he sees the visions I see. AND why do I keep seeing what happened to Oak? It's not fun. Just when I think I'm over it, everything shows up. None-the-less, I'm living for now. Now which is in Riley's house...with Daviel. Who was trying to teach me how to cook. Also testing my no-music problem. He says it's a symptom of my 'It'.

Which means not all people with the Sight don't hear music.

Or understand poetry.

Or see anything artistic in paintings.

I stuck my tongue out at Daviel. "So it's definitely good, then,"Daviel asked, gesturing to the Taco bites. "Sure thing,"I said truthfully. No favorite food here. Maybe that's another symptom. "Good,"Daviel said with satisfaction. At this point, I raised up my hand and put it in front of me. "High five,"I stated with a small smile. It's a thing I do. Nice? Usually I'm making fun of them, but I guess in this case I will actually be nice. Daviel shrugged, and reached out.

Instead of just high fiving me, he locked his fingers into my...which got a good hold of my hand. It's practically gone. I hate my little hands. Isn't it weird how if someone with larger hands intwines their fingers with you--like Daviel is doing right now--it makes you feel more vulnerable. But maybe it's just because since my hands are smaller, it makes my fingers spread farther apart than usual. Except, it doesn't feel weird. In fact, I didn't try to rip my hand away like I would happily have done before.

"What are you thinking now,"Daviel suddenly asked, not taking his eyes away from mine. Even though my eyes were starring in a slight daze (zoned) at his hands. I smiled,"You know zoned sounds a lot like stoned. Maybe that's what they did. Since people would look or act stoned when they weren't, they decided they'd stick with zoned instead. Don't you think--" Daviel reached over to grab my jaw in his hands, and he pressed his lips over mine.

I'm starting to think the only reason why he does this is to shut me up. How unfair...ah, I'll take it. Daviel pulled back with a wicked smile. "Come on,"he said, still having ahold of my hand. "Wha-,"I started, but Daviel stood up, and started pulling me to another room...a bedroom. "Daviel, where are we-,"I attempted again, only for him to stop, turn, and pull me back into a kiss. Except a more persistant one. One that scared me, actually. I'm stupid like this.

Daviel was overwhelming me. He let go of my hand, just to run his hand along to my lower back. I hesitated, but then raised my hands to around his neck. I'm afraid I'd never felt so nervous in my life. My heart was racing like an unstoppable train. The cold beneath my skin that lets me adapt to freezing areas only got more colder, which made me start to shiver. It's great that I can't be embarrissed, otherwise the blood that would be rushing to my head by now would make my face as red as a cherry.

Not the cherry tree, of course. Seeing as cherry trees have flowers more than cherries. OFF the subject, here! No, anyways... Maybe this could be defined as fear. Fear because I know nothing except what I've read, and heard of when it came to...well...you know...sex. I know it's suppose to be like instinct, but hearing music is suppose to be normal, too. And you don't see me hearing music, do you? And I'm not even deaf! For all I know, this sex trait may have decided to leave the building.

But when Daviel trailed his hands under my shirt, his skin brushing over my stomach and my back, I didn't want him to stop. He lowered me onto the bed, starting to take off my shirt. By this point, I actually grabbed his hands. "Wait,"I said shortly. Daviel stopped sharply,"What's wrong?" Eh, would this originally be embarrissing? I don't know. "I don't know,"I said slowly,"I want this...gee, does this sound corny...I mean, but I'm just..."

How dumb of me. How 'virginal' of me. "You're scared,"Daviel said for me, his face slowly breaking into a smile. "Nervous,"I corrected, well...partly telling the truth because 'scared' is the other part. "How about if I promise I won't hurt you,"Daviel said carefully,"You know I won't." I hesitated, and the real reason popped into my head. Babies. Eh, no. "How about you promise that I won't get pregnant,"I suggested, smirking myself. Waiting...waiting...

"Well, I can't promise that, but I can say that I'll hope and prey you don't,"Daviel suggested himself. Smart ass. Cute ass. I wanna do you ass. Well, that went down the hole. "All right,"I said just before Daviel smiled and started with this job again. A fun job, a nervous job, God I suck. Woah...perverted mind at this moment. Big and juicy. AH.

Well, let's just say that I lost my purity. Gay, but we'll stick with that.