Part Fifty-One:
Daviel's P.O.V. (Third Person)
Daviel had never actually fallen for anyone in his long life. Sure, he had his flings, but nothing with real feeling. In fact, Daviel had been sure before that he had lost those feelings. He'd as soon as kill as he would go for a walk in the moonlight. Both were easy and required a minimum amount of excercise. Except when it came to Ivy. Jestin was so hopped up on keeping her alive, she gave Daviel time to get to know Ivy. So much that he couldn't help, but fall for her.
And it just pissed him off all the same. This was a danger zone that could screw up everything. Falling for the holder of 'It' is the worse thing you could do. For example: people you kill happen to come back to life because your girlfriend decides to use dark magic for revenge from jealousy...which in this case the person he killed would be Josepher, and the girlfriend would be Tyra. It HAD to be dark magic, seeing as Josepher happened to obtain more power than usual.
Another thing is the fact that the person he killed was bound to take off with his sister, anyways. It was a given, seeing as Josepher is obsessed with Jestin. In fact, he is the one who turned Jestin...who turned Daviel. But it's always been a bad thing with Josepher. He was an influence on Jes that Daviel did not enjoy. Josepher brought the killer out of Jestin. Jestin was fond of Ivy, and here she goes...throwing Ivy into a transportation portal that would lead to Josepher, no doubt.
Which brings about another problem. JOSEPHER HAS 'IT'. Daviel knew for sure that Josepher knew this, too. That'd be the only reason why he didn't kill Ivy along with her brother. Pure luck. Daviel knew that he should have told Ivy of all this. Now she's unprepared, left in the hands of an evil, stupid murderer. Sure, Daviel had killed many himself, but little kids? Daviel preferred the kind that threw themselves at him or just ones that were evil or suffering in some way.
Well, now she's gone. And here stands Jestin, with a smile of malice, preparing to start the fight that was just bound to happen. "What happened to you,"Daviel asked carefully, not wanting to trigger it, yet. Ivy was already gone, which meant that Daviel would have to get through Jestin, first. "Turns out you didn't get rid of Joseph after all,"Jestin said with her confident smile. Daviel remembered how she never called him Josepher. This always told him that Jestin was always good inside...seeing as she didn't want Josepher to be referred to Lucifer.
Which always meant he could save her, but could he save Ivy, too? "And you can't get me back this time,"Jestin said, now glaring at Daviel,"He's more powerful." Then she revealed the scar on her right wrist; a different one from the scar that Daviel had broken on her left wrist. Josepher had ahold of her again. "Jestin, you're dooming the world by doing this,"Daviel said with a sharp voice. It was taking all his strength to keep from wailing his fists into the walls of the house.
Everything wasn't going his way what-so-ever. "You seriously think she's 'It',"Jestin said with disbelief,"Just because we can't read her mind doesn't mean she has that power. She's even music deaf. That's right, I knew that. You could tell by being around her all the time." Daviel scoffed,"It's a sign that she has it, Jes. Music alters the minds thoughts of things. It plays on your emotions. Along with other artistic things. It would be stupid to have that control over her."
Jestin still didn't believe him,"You're only saying that to have a reason to save her. I know that you 'love' her. Why do you have to lie to yourself?! Quit being stupid." Daviel was now mad. "Jestin,"he started sharply,"she doesn't have favorites. Colors are just colors. Food is just food. Everything is equal to her. That's the big sign that she has it. Why can't you accept that?" Jestin didn't respond, but only glarred at her brother. "I'm not letting you get her,"she said with a growl,"Joseph will kill her, and you're not going to stop him."
That's when it hit Daviel. Jestin was jealous of Ivy. Josepher was so obsessed with getting Ivy, that now Jestin thinks that he'd pick Ivy over Jestin. Daviel wasn't sure if it was true, but he smiled. "Jestin, there's no reason to be jealous of Ivy,"he said carefully,"If anything, you should pity her." But Jestin had slipped back into her mind of fury. "I'm not jealous,"she said,"It's your fault I was away from him, Daviel. And I'm not going to let you do it again."
Daviel scoffed,"What are you going to do? Kill me?" He highly doubted this. That is, until Jestin had pulled out a gun, and pointed it at his head. She pulled the trigger.
Normal P.O.V.
"Do sit down,"Josepher said with radiance. If anyone had asked me, I would have told them that he was full of himself. I have no clue why, seeing as it took him THIS long to finally get me. Though maybe that would be because of Daviel. I looked around shortly, though. It was the old house, in which I had first met Josepher...well, when I thought he was a demon, at least. Let's stick with the fact that this is the first place I met Jestin. That'll work.
Anyways, this place was empty. In fact, there wasn't a chair in sight. "I think I'll stand,"I said in a surprisingly calm voice. Josepher was pacing slowly around me in a circle. Almost as if he was studying his prey or something. Try and touch me...I'll show you what it's like to have 'It's almighty strength used against you when you've been racked. Josepher smirked slightly, and turned slowly. He barely moved his hand, and my legs were swiped from under me.
I landed on my back, having the wind knocked out of me. "Sit up,"he said absently. Josepher glanced at a watch on his wrist. Then he muttered,"What's taking her so long?" I shoved myself up in sitting position. To make myself more comfortable, I sat indian style. "Maybe Daviel took off with her,"I suggested bitterly. I wonder...eh, he wouldn't do that. I hope. Josepher laughed,"Jes wouldn't let him take off with her." I scoffed at his stupidity,"I didn't say willingly, you igmo."
He paused, and looked at me. "Did you call me a igmo,"he asked in slight disbelief. "No,"I said slowly so that he could understand what I was saying,"I called you AN igmo, you flipping igmo." Josepher looked at him watch again, then started walking towards where I was sitting on the floor. I automatically started scooting back away from him. Hey, he knocked me off my feet with a wave of his hands. I prefer to say far, far, far away from him.
"We'll just start without her, and fill her in when she gets back, then,"Josepher stated with a soft sigh. He stopped just in front of me, and looked down, tilting his head to the side. "I'm sure you have plenty of questions, but first I wish for you to answer some of mine,"Josepher said shortly, not giving me room to object,"You're going to answer truthfully, and then I'll let you ask me some questions, even. If you don't answer anything..." He paused.
"Let's just say you won't like that outcome,"he finished in a steady voice. When Daviel threatened me, he was more annoyed or angry. Josepher just made it an option, clearly stating the intentions truthfully and thoroughly. First question I will be asking is how the hell he can do magic tricks when he's just a vampire. Why is his eyes red? And what does he want? It? Go ahead and have It. I think I don't want It anymore. Too much of a hassle if you ask me.
"We'll start with favorites,"Josepher said, starting to pace in front of me,"Just a test to make sure my thoughts are correct." All right, throw it on me. I'm going to lie if I have to. He can't read my mind, anyways. How is he going to know? "What's your favorite food,"Josepher asked, already sounding as if he knew the answer. "I don't have one,"I said with hesitance. What? Are we suppose to be getting to know each other? This must be some sort of joke.
"And your favorite song,"he asked, again anticipating. "I don't...,"should I say I even hear it,"have one." This made him pause,"I want you to repeat this tune." I cut in before he started,"That's not a question. No need to answer." Josepher stopped, slightly annoyed. "How do you repeat this tune,"he asked, starting again. I intercepted,"By mocking the slight notes your vocal cords made." Sweet answer. But Josepher wasn't kidding around anymore.
"Listen,"he said, crouching down in front of me,"Repeat. This. Tune." His red eyes were suddenly liquidy, and I was sure to try, then. But the moment he started the first note, there wasn't anything. Just a noise. He stopped; waiting for me to repeat it. After a moment, I shrugged. "I can't hear it,"I admitted. This pleased him greatly, and he said,"Do you like poetry?" I shook my head. Josepher snapped his finger, and a frame showed up...somehow standing by itself.
Then it edged its way in front of me. "Can you see Mona Lisa in this painting,"Josepher asked, and it hit me that this wasn't a frame, but a painting. I focused on the paper in which this something was suppose to be. The moment I looked, though, all the paint was blended in a pool of colors. Everything was mixed together sloppily. "Who,"I asked uncertainly. "Do you see the woman,"he asked curiously. Woman? "If she's in there, someone needs to help her...she's drowning,"I said sarcastically.
Just like that, the frame of drowning colors disappeared.
"One more favorite,"Josepher stated,"What's your favorite color?" Ooooh, I have an answer!! I was so happy to have a favorite something. I answered quickly,"Black and White!" Josepher had been pacing across me again, but he stopped. He looked at me. I guess this wasn't what he was expecting? "Those aren't real colors, Ivy,"he said slowly,"Black is all the colors in the world mixed together while White is the absence of all color." Well, that's just not fair. If they put it as a color, it's a color.
"Moving on,"Josepher said sharply,"What's your last name?" I scoffed from reflex and replied,"Ibesmackinu." He stopped, again, but this time it was more serious. "Kinrey,"I said quickly. Safe! Nice save, there. Almost didn't make it! "Do you know of a Crystal Kinrey,"Josepher asked after a small, awkward silence. The name was so familiar, that I paused. "I...,"I hesitated, racking through the thoughts in my head. "Jon-Deus Elequet...heard of him,"Josepher continued.
This brought it back. The journals. Daviel said to blame Jon-Deus. Why would he say that? Crystal had a crush on him. Why is he involved? "Yes,"I said suddenly,"I saw their names on the journals, but I don't think Crystal is related to me." Josepher was smirked in truimph, though. "Oh, she's related to you. By far, and long ago, though,"he said,"In fact, I've met them both. It's good you've heard of them. It helps." So I heard of them, I don't know anything.
"Well, I guess I'll let you ask some questions,"Josepher said relunctantly, looking at his watch again. Jestin still hasn't showed up. Even I started wondering what happened to her. "Um, your eyes were green when...,"I paused,"they were green. And you're just a vampire. Why are you so...so..." How would you put this? "Different,"Josepher assisted,"Maybe more powerful? Where'd I get this magic?" Well, thanks for elaborating this, but I think we all get the point.