Part Fifty-Three:
I jumped at the sound of the front door opening. Jestin's back. Now what's going to happen? I turned my head to look at the enterer. Jestin stood, leaning against the frame of the door with much difficulty. "Jestin,"Josepher said in a clearly concerned voice. He stomped towards her, and when he got to her, she fell in his arms. Josepher started pulling her towards me, letting her rest just in front of my indian style sitting self. I was shocked.
There was a half dagger/half sword in her stomach. Instead of going straight through, it dug upwards into her lungs. Possibly touching her heart. Yet she was still alive...kind of. Enough to struggle an explaination. "I tried...to...to kill him,"she gasped in pain. I was staring at the weapon lodge into her body. It was embroyed with some sort of shape. "I shot...at him,"Jestin struggled, mainly talking to Josepher--who was just above her, holding her head in his hands.
Jestin was sweating, and I could smell what smelt like something burning. I looked at Josepher, then back to the weapon. "But he's too strong,"Jestin cried out, making me jump slightly,"He...stabbed...me..." I suddenly recognized the shape on the sword, which was actually kind of sizzling as if it was scorching hot. It was a cross. I opened my mouth slightly, but then shut it because I had nothing exactly to say. A cross is stuck in Jestin's body. Jestin is a vampire.
Doesn't that equal death?
Jestin is going to die. The cross is going to kill her, but if it's a cross sword...how did Daviel use it against her? Why did Daviel stab his own sister? Well, she did try to kill him...try which means she must not have succeeded, but this was Daviel's sister. I would expect him to tackle her, and possibly lock her up until she was better. Not kill her. Josepher must have been thinking along the same lines, for he was having his own trouble speaking...breathing.
I could see blood start to make its way out of Jestin's mouth. The stench of burning flesh was becoming thicker, and applying pressure on my lungs. Josepher grabbed the hilt of the weapon, but by just barely moving it...Jestin screamed in pain. This, and Josepher's skin was burned in a split second. He let go sharply, and then turned to me. "Take it out,"Josepher yelled furiously,"Take it out or she'll die." This order made my own will out of control.
I snatched the hilt of the weapon, and--ignoring Jestin's screams--I ripped it out of her torso. Instead of healing, which is what I was expecting, Jestin was struggling just to keep her eyes open. "The heart,"she said softly. Josepher's face twisted into a look of pain, and extreme anger at the same time. I didn't get what this meant. It made no sense. She should be healing. Jestin should be starting to be ok. Instead, she seemed to be getting worse.
"What's wrong,"I asked, shocked at my own nerve. I didn't want Jestin to die. Not here. Not by her own brother's hands. "The heart,"Josepher said in an extremely stressed voice,"has been stabbed by the weapon." I scoffed,"So tell her to heal her heart." Josepher glarred at me,"By the cross. CROSS!! A heart will melt with the brush of a cross, but she's been stabbed by one! SHE'S DEAD!" Wow, someone needs Jesus. Whatever to happened to hope these days? Faith.
I looked down at Jestin, who had only enough energy to blink. "Heal her,"Josepher ordered in pain,"Use your power, and heal her." I was suddenly aware of how much Josepher actually loved Jestin. By the sound of it, they had been in love a billion years ago. I never would expect someone to love someone for more than 60 years, much less 200 years. He was asking for the impossible at this point, though. I'm not...I don't...I can't even move something a centimeter away with my mind much less heal someone!
I held my hands over the wound, thinking in my mind about how stupid this was. Nothing was going to happen. After a moment...you wouldn't believe what happened! It was absolutely amazing. You see, I actually started to think that maybe if I try hard enough, she'd heal. I started to get this feeling in my gut. And it started rising, and rising. It was heading to my hands, where I knew for sure it would heal Jestin! And then...nothing happened. Jestin died.
The shock of it caused me to stand up, backing away from Jestin's corpse. Josepher had grabbed ahold of her body, and was now cradling it. "DAVIEL,"He screamed in anguished pain. This is all it took to snap me out of my shock. I turned and ran. I stormed up the stairs, not believing that Jestin had just died with me right there. I could hear her reciting her poem. I could see us using jump ropes. I could smell the pathetic, cold cereal she made me. I could feel her clinging to my arm when were watching the movie with Dreya.
And now she was gone. Just like Oaklan and Dreya. She was gone, but this time...Daviel killed her. He was so...so evil as to kill his little sister. I stomped my way towards Jestin's old bedroom. I couldn't believe him! If Daviel could kill his sister, it wouldn't take a snap to kill someone else he loves. That could include me! Now I'm claimed by my brother's murderer, and if I want to be saved...it would be by my only friend's murderer--who is her BROTHER!
I slammed open the room door, and stormed into it. Then I turned, and kicked it shut. The moment it was shut, though, I turned to run into Daviel. At first was the slight shock of him appearing out of nowhere. Then there was the rage. "You KILLED her,"I accused violently. Daviel started to say something, but I pushed my hands against his chest furiously. He didn't budge, but I snarled,"You killed your own sister!" This time I punched his arm. No effect.
"Ivy,"Daviel said weakly. "Go away,"I snapped, shoving him back again,"I don't want you here, you MURD-" Daviel pressed his forefinger against my lips, and said,"Shh! Josepher will-" I shoved his hand away, and cut in. "I don't care,"I just about yelled,"You killed her! How do I know you won't--" This time I cut myself off, but Daviel seemed to have understood what I meant. How do I know he won't kill me, too? Daviel grabbed me around my shoulders, and wrapped me into a hug.
Instead of feeling angry, I just felt extremely sad. "She was going to kill you,"Daviel said softly. His arms around me made me feel safe. "He claimed her; there was no saving her,"Daviel stated, trying to comfort me. Instead, I froze. Daviel back me up to look at me. "What's wrong,"he said, but I didn't answer. Josepher claimed me! He claimed me, so is there no saving me? Daviel ran his finger against the side of my cheek. "Come on,"he said pleadingly,"Let's go."
Daviel grabbed ahold of my hand, and turned to take me out the window. "HEY. Stop, Ivy,"Josepher ordered, obviously having gotten ahold of himself since Jestin's death. Instead of ignoring him, and walking with Daviel, I stopped where I stood. It wasn't my fault. I wasn't in control, here. But Daviel didn't seem to get this at first. He tugged on my hand a bit, and stopped when he saw the pleading in my eyes. Josepher started a low eruption of pleased chuckles.
"I knew you'd come for her, Daviel,"Josepher said pleasantly. Well, we kind of figured that when you weren't surprised at Daviel's visit. We aren't that stupid, you know. Daviel was looking intensely into my eyes, as if trying his best to figure something out. "You'll find that Ivy is extremely well trained, now,"Josepher went on, staying a clear distance away from Daviel,"Ivy, tell Daviel that you never loved him, and you never will. You can't love a monster like him."
I bit my lip forcefully, but this didn't prevent the words. "I never loved you, and I never will. I can't love a monster like you,"I hissed, wincing at my own accord. What a lie that was. Just after I said that, I saw Daviel shuffle his eyes slightly. Hopefully he doesn't think that's real. Before I could register that, Daviel twisted over my hand to reveal the scar on my wrist. After two seconds of looking at it, his grip tightened furiously. I could feel my hand becoming numb from the lack of blood already!
"You...you,"Daviel snarled to Josepher,"I'm going to KILL you with my bare hands. Again!" Josepher laughed with malice. "I'd like to see you try,"Josepher challenged, already preparing himself for a fight. Daviel looked at me, but I was frozen in a mixture of fear and confusion. He added shock when he bent forward to place his mouth just above my ear. "The cat's rabbit runs when the fight begins,"he said, which once again placed me in confusion. That made no sense at all.
But I suddenly felt a sharp pain on my wrist. It stunned me, producing a small gasp of surprise. I looked down to see Daviel cutting a small gash to split the line connecting the punctures. After he had done this, he lifted my hand to kiss my fingertips. I was struggling with my memory to remember what this meant. Jestin said something about it. Something...something...to split the bond line...challenge. "Daviel, don't you--,"I started, but he dropped my hand and disappeared.
I was momentarily startled, but it was just a trick. I turned around to see Josepher had disappeared as well. Ok, that's it! I'm sick and tired of all this mess. I'm going to storm...wherever they are, and I'm going to kick Josepher where the flowers don't grow. Then I'm going to snatch ahold of Daviel, and we are out of here. Screw this stupid bond thing. Josepher shall be in too much pain to have a chance to keep me from my excape route!
I stomped out of the room, and looked both ways. Now, if I were challenged to a fight for this big ole power thingy, where would I position the fight? Possibly in this house. They'd want to get it over with quickly. But where? Where, oh, where? As I was walking down the stairs, I heard a loud crash. Welp, my question was at last answered. Thank God; I didn't want to have to waste time trying to think up of where two morons might turn up at.
In my hurry to get to Daviel, I tripped just as I reached the bottom of the stairs. Luckily, I caught myself by grabbing ahold of the edge of the stairs. That's me, all right. I'm stupid enough to trip over nothing! I know one thing, all this bothering stuff was annoying...and this goes for my jacket, too. As I passed what use to be the living room, I threw off my jacket, figuring it would get in the way. It only landed on the floor. Probably future evidence, but whatever.
The sounds of fighting seemed to be coming from the most classic area. I was shocked that I couldn't even had figured it out. It was the room that happened to somehow contain weapons. Maybe Josepher had providing them. He is the magic 'poof-and-you-have-Mona-Lisa-painting' kind of guy. God knows, he could 'poof-and-you-have-weapons' while he's at it! I stomped my way to the door, but froze at the sound of Daviel yelling in pain.
Holy paper princess! Daviel's going to die! I looked around, but there wasn't a weapon in sight. Oh well. I slammed open the door to see Daviel beating Josepher with what looked like a sledge. Josepher blocked it, and then kicked Daviel's stomach so that he skidded back. Daviel spotted me, and in fury he yelled,"LEAVE!" I backed up sharply, and slammed the door shut. I don't think I've ever felt this worried. Josepher would definitly win.
I turned, and stumbled my way away from the room. That's when it hit me. The cat's rabbit runs when the fight begins. Of course Daviel would have caught that theory in the flurry of biting me. My theory of being a rabbit trapped in a cat's claws. He was saying I should fight. Daviel knows he'll be beatened, but he wants me to get away before that happens. Well, that only makes it harder!
How do you leave someone you love, when they're going to die for you?