Part Fifty:

I don't see what is suppose to be so special about losing your virginity. I mean, you haven't ever had sex one day...then the next day you have. With that knowledge, you're left with your multiple choice:

1. What have you gained from this sexual intercourse?

A. AIDS/HIV

B. Other STD (Sexually Transmitted Disease)

C. Pregnancy

D. All of the Above

E. Nothing...in fact, you've lost something!

I don't like that multiple choice, but hopefully I get 'E' as my answer. Though an STD is likely, seeing as this is a 2 hundred and something year old vampire...hot...and most likely has gotten around with the ladies. Wait. Why am I worried about this? Most likely because I'm a scientific person, all based on facts or something. I'm not one of those girls who'd die for their "boo". In fact, if it was an option, I'd prefer Daviel dying. Hell, he's lived longer.

Besides, "boo" is kind of weird. There's the status of boyfriend...which is meaningless makeouts or even other bases. There's Boo...which would be (under my category) a boyfriend in the next level. Then there's Lover...which could even be lower than Boo if needed. And stupidly there is True Love...which is the highest, I guess. That is, until that true love has found his own true love and leaves you in the dust that flings out of the back tired of his super sexy, and awesome car.

Well, the car part would be someone else's thoughts. I'm not to into cars, remember? They're environmental killers that cause nothing, but speedy travel that could kill you more than planes kill people. Except for 9/11. But..I'm sure if they could have managed to get a couple of cars into the air, it would have caused just as much damage as that poor plane massacre. I can't be mean towards that area, it's a tender area. Let's just ignore this, now...

Um, anyways. To wrap this subject up, I'm not a tree-hugger, but we do happen to need the environment to live. Cars are no-go's...besides, I can't even drive. I know. I know. Seventeen, and not even a permit. I'm anemic; be nice. AHA. Can't trick you with that one this time, can I? I already screwed up that excuse. Right, so I guess I'd put Daviel unknowingly under the 'True Love' category. The others just seem a little fruity for him. Well, maybe he can be between 'Lover' and 'True Love'...OH, 'True Lover'.

I smiled, and rolled over to look at Daviel's sleeping face. I don't think I've actually seen Daviel asleep. Odd, but true. Well, he looked like an Angel to me. Though he was asleep, his features were set as if he was ready to jump up to kill someone in seconds. It made me wonder if he was actually asleep, you know? So, I just starred at him. Then I opened my mouth, and blew softly on the tip of his nose. No reply. WELP, (yes...welp...not well...welp sounds more interesting) I'm not one to just sit around.

Actually, I am, but nobody needs to know that. I turned to roll off the bed with ease. Nice, and quietly. Now, this isn't my house, so I had enough dignity to put my clothes back on. Shhh. Don't tell my mommy. I walked my way into the kitchen. There is a thing there called a refridgerator, you see. And it has simple stuff, like milk, butter, and bread, within itself. That way I can easily poor a glass of milk, toast some bread, and butter my toast (no perverted thoughts, please) simply.

Which is what I did, of course.

After I had placed my bread in the toaster, I started pouring myself some milk. "Can you make me some toast, too,"Jestin suddenly asked in her usual curious voice. "Sure thing,"I replied, turning to put another slice of bread inside the toast. "You want some milk,"I asked, slightly interested,"Oh wait, you don't drink milk. Nevermind." I turned to finish pouring my own glass of milk. Then I put the jug in the refridgerator. After which the toaster popped out my toast.

I buttered mine, but before I got the second slice, I was stopped. "No, put jam on mine,"Jestin said shortly,"I don't like butter too much." I shrugged,"Oh, all right." I usually like mine buttered, because jam is too sweet. Butter also melts so that my toast isn't as burnt as I always seem to make it out to me. "Is Davvy still asleep,"Jestin asked when I handed her her toast. I sat down across from her, and nodded. "Yeah...well, the last time I checked he was,"I said, taking a drink from my milk.

Don't want myself to get osteoporosis. Brittle bones in the future won't be fun! Jestin and I ate in silence for awhile. The whole time, Jestin starred at me expectantly. Oh, she must know what Daviel and me did. "How'd you find out,"I asked her curiously,"It only just happened!" Jestin's face slowly broke out into an evil grin. "Oh, look at this, Ivy,"Jestin said, holding out her right hand,"I only just got it!" Jes turned her hand over to reveal her wrist.

There was the two punctures of bite marks, connected by a line. "I thought it had a slash and a star with it,"I said in disbelief. Jestin showed her left wrist, which had the familiar scar I was speaking of. I starred from that one, to the new scar. Then something hit me. Something so obvious that someone should shoot me for my stupidity. But I couldn't let it show. "Wow, you've been claimed,"I said cautiously, slowly preparing myself to run.

Jestin was smiling evily, and I noticed her fangs were in view. "Yes...I have actually,"Jestin said smartly. "So, when'd you get back,"I said, deliberately trying to be careful in my words. Daviel is only in the bedroom. Not too far. But Jestin was taken by that demon. She came back claimed. Which means that demon must be a vampire. Seeing as he was the one who killed my brother, and he also had fangs. Now, I don't know much about being claimed, but that bond must stand for something.

Which means that he most likely is controlling Jestin. The demon said he'd come back for me. Jestin is here, claimed. Put that together, and you get this: Jestin is doing his dirty work. And you have that to equal the fact that I'm in major trouble. "Only a couple of minutes ago,"Jestin said truthfully,"The sun went down...finally. Wouldn't it be cool if we could just blot out the sun?" I turned, and started running. "DA-,"I started to screech.

Only to be silenced by Jestin snatching my mouth, twisting me around, and landing on top of me on the ground. The fall was silenced by the plush carpet. Dee-amn this stupid carpet. I've just realized that Jestin's actions to silence me rhymed. Around--ground. Ok, off subject, so yeah. Using my special ability of stubborness, I rolled over with all my strength. Just as I got on top of Jestin, she rolled over on top of me. I was about to punch her a good one when I realized she was laughing.

"What. Is. So. Funny,"I hissed, seeing as she had her hands wrapped around my neck. Not exactly to squeeze, but more to keep me from yelling. "How about I taste you a bit,"Jestin suggested in a low voice that clearly stating she enjoyed herself,"Maybe blind you. I'm sure he wouldn't mind too much." Geez, whatever happened to her being a friend. "Mmmm,"Jestin said, starting to dig her fore-finger into the side of my cheek,"You have no idea how caged up Daviel has kept me for years."

Wow, that's like...so sad, but yeah...could you loosen up on the pressure being applied to my face. I don't know how else to put this, but it kind of hurts. "Daviel kept me so weak...a vampire weaker than a mere human,"Jestin said in distaste,"But now it's my turn to cage him. I'm sure he'll do anything for his precious Ivy. Though he may act like he hates you, everybody knows otherwise." Jestin got closer to my ear with a wide smile,"We can read minds, remember?"

Then she raised herself up,"Except for yours. Which reminds me, we have to go." Jestin pulled me up, still clinging her hand around my neck so that if I tried to make any noise she could squash me. I did happen to notice how much stronger she now appeared to be. "We'll be using some dark magic to transport here,"Jestin said in a bored voice,"Riley sucks so bad, he couldn't even possess Daviel right. And possession is the only thing he is 'suppose' to be good at. So--what did Daviel refer to him as--that demon?--he used his own dark magic."

Jestin scoffed, yanking open the front door. Just in front of it was a swirl of electric clouds. Familiar? I think that's exactly what that demon showed up in when I was at that old house. Umm. I think this is also the point where I seek for an escape. "Jestin, let her go,"Daviel's voice suddenly said from behind us. Oh, goody. This relieves the stress of trying to find an escape. Thanks to you, Daviel my True Lover ole pal. Jestin turned slightly to look at me. I smiled, but was surprised by her smiling in return.

"I'll take her from you, Jestin,"Daviel threatened,"The easy way or the hard way. It doesn't matter." Jestin loosened her grip, and I turned sharply to go to Daviel. Just to have Jestin grab me from around my torso. "DAVIEL,"I yelled when I realized Jestin was pulling me towards the cloud. Jestin laughed,"Say goodbye to Ivy, Daviel." I started smashing my fists against her arms, then wrenched out to reach for freedom. Daviel had stepped forward, and snatched my hand.

Tug-of-War?

Just as he did grab my hand, Jestin pulled be out of his reach, and I fell back into the cloud. Well...I guess there's not tug-of-war, then. Aw, man, and I was so excited. "IVY,"Daviel yelled furiously. Before I could do anything, I had been blinded by a twist of electricity and furious heat. Clouds are suppose to be moist, and cold. This one obviously went against it. But after a moment of being breathless with shock, the odd scene around me disappeared.

I fell to the hard wooden floor of a different room in a different house. I had landed somehow directly on my stomach, with my legs sprawled out and the side of my face pressing against the cool floor. "What a nice entrance,"I heard a voice said in a slow drawl,"I should have known one day you'd fall from the sky." Funny...funny... I groaned, and lifted my head up from the floor. Then I started to push myself to my feet. With that done, I looked into the face of the demon.

That murdering bastard who tortured, and killed my older brother. Who changed Jestin from a loveable little girl to a monster just as bad as him. Who killed Dreya. "I'm glad to see you again, but this time up close,"he said with amuzement,"All grown up this time. Do you remember me, Iveria?" I was so furious suddenly that I lashed out at him. I didn't even touch him. Instead, he grabbed my arm, and smiled evily. "I'll take that as a yes, then,"the demon said steadily.

"I remember you,"I snarled with venom,"You killed my brother. You killed Dreya. I hate you." The demon only smiled his wicked smile, his blaring red eyes--which use to be green--beaming into my own eyes. It got me to question how they stayed so red. He must have sold himself to the devil at some point. "Yes, it's definitely you, then,"the demon said, pleased,"Your mind is just as unreadable as before." He let go of my arm. "Where's Jes,"he asked curiously. I only glared at him.

"Must be paying her brother a nice, long visit, then,"the demon said with a proud smile,"You know Jes is the greatest girl in the world. I have no idea how Daviel screwed her up so badly. She was perfect the way she was with me." The demon suddenly got bitter,"Before he had to come ruin it." I was now extremely confused. I thought for a moment, but none of it made sense. Since when did he love Jestin? Since when did he know Daviel?

"Oh, I'm afraid I haven't introduced myself,"the demon said with a wide, knowing smile,"You are Iveria...and I am the undead nightmare of your dreams if I'm correct. But to the point--" He paused, moving slightly closer, and holding his hand out. Which I did NOT take in fear of some kind of poison or something of that sort. "I am the one,"the demon said shortly,"and only...Josepher."

Nice to meet...wait...Josepher?! GAH!