Well, here's Chapter 9! I shall dedicate it to SapphireOceans because she got the missing lines right! The missing lines were "Your skin so wet, Black lace on sweat." Yey Sapphy! I know she didn't mention the missing lyrics in a review, but she did tell me in a post on a GONE forum that we both go on. Also, I know the title is a bit rubbish but it was all that I could think of!

DRAKE'S POV

Diana stared at me in disbelief. "You want to do what?" she asked. By her tone of voice, I think she was hoping she had misheard me. She hadn't. I smirked again at Diana. "I want to take over the FAYZ – and I'll succeed. Unlike that idiotic twerp, Caine." Diana glared darkly at me.

"You will not succeed. Partly because, to be honest, you're not the sharpest knife in the drawer," Diana frowned as my eyes lit up at the mention of knifes, before she continued. "And partly because the Perdido Beach kids will probably have started assembling an army of some sort to come and get you."

I rolled my eyes. "You're forgetting something, Diana. Something very important." Diana looked at me warily and raised an eyebrow. "And what might that very important thing be?" she asked him. I laughed at her, smirking yet again.

"Think back to what I said before, if that's not too hard for you." I told her. Diana frowned and thought. "What do you want, Drake?" she asked me softly. She watched with growing dread as I smirked at her. "I want to take control of the FAYZ. And you're going to help me." I replied.

Diana laughed quietly. "I'm not going to help you, Drake." She said. The smirk dropped from my face, replaced with a cold glare. "Actually, Diana, you are." I informed her, a malicious look in my eyes. Diana rolled her eyes. "Actually, Drake, I'm not." She said coldly. "Now, give me the key so I can get out of here." She added, holding her hand out for the key. I smirked and held they key over her outstretched hand. Diana reached for it but I, laughing, put it back into my pocket. Diana rolled her eyes. "I want the key, Drake." She said to me.

"And I want you to help me. I'm not letting you out of here until we reach an agreement." I retorted, folding my arms. "So, we can stay here all night, or you can agree with me now and be back in your bed – where, I might add, you should have been all along – for the rest of the night."

Diana raised an eyebrow. "I'm not going to help you Drake." She said to me again. I sauntered over to my bed and sat down. "Fine. Then we'll stay here until you do decide to help me." I watched Diana as she leant casually against the wall. "Then we'll have a long wait." She responded.

*HALF AN HOUR LATER*

I was still sitting on my bed and Diana was still leaning against the wall. Diana hadn't said anything to me for a whole half–hour. I stood up slowly. Diana glanced over at me then went back to staring at the ceiling. I frowned. I'd half hoped that she'd learned not to disobey me but I was glad that she hadn't. That didn't make sense, I thought. Oh, who cares whether or not it made sense? Life's too short to make sense. I walked over to her and stood in front of her. She didn't look at me. "Diana." I said, trying to put on a friendly tone. Of course, it didn't work very well but never mind. Diana ignored me, still staring at that stupid ceiling. Sighing, I grabbed her face and forced her to look at me. "Diana, you're going to help me like it or not." I hissed. She rolled her eyes. "Why am I going to help you?" she asked her voice cold.

"Firstly, I'm telling you that you will help me, and secondly, it's the only way you're getting out of this room." I answered, matching her cold tone. She laughed humourlessly. "And what makes you think I want to leave this room?" she asked me, and then cursed when she realised what she'd said. I smirked at her. "Wow, Diana, I know I'm completely irresistible, but I didn't realise that you agreed. I always thought that you hated me" I said with a smug expression on my face. "Although, you know what they say." I added. Diana looked at me curiously, though her face had turned a deep shade of red. "What do 'they' say?" she asked me. I smirked before I answered her question. "'They' say that 'Hate is the first sign of love.'"

Diana opened her mouth to say something, then thought better of it and shut it. She glared at me instead. "So, are you going to help me, Diana?" I asked her, guessing as to what her answer would be. Diana rolled her eyes. "I hate you Drake, so no, I am not going to help you." She said. I glared darkly at her and raised my Whip–Hand. Diana flinched as I brought it down across her face, which was coated in blood. She winced but said nothing. That was fine with me. I could gladly stand here all night hitting her over and over until she agreed to help me. "Are you going to help me Diana?" I asked her, again raising my whip. She shook her head and glared defiantly at me. I grinned at her and brought my whip across her face again, leaving a bloody gash from the corner of her right eye to the tip of her chin. Diana cried out in pain and threw her arms over her face. "Leave me alone Drake!" she said, tears pooling in her eyes. "No." I said to her. "Not until you agree to help me." I added tauntingly. Diana removed her arms from across her face and looked at me, her face stained with blood and tears. "I don't want to help you." She said, looking right into my eyes. I narrowed my eyes, and then pushed her against the wall with my Whip–Hand. I lifted up my good arm. "Are you sure about that?" I asked her, and watched as she nodded her head, her frightened gaze turning into a bold and rebellious smirk. "I'm absolutely positive." Diana retorted coolly.

I sighed, exasperated. "Diana, you will help me, whether you like it or not! If you don't, I'll kill Astrid right now!" I watched with satisfaction as Diana's face turned from beetroot red to a ghostly white. "Why w…would I care if you did that?" she asked me. I could tell she was trying to keep her voice from shaking. She wasn't doing a very good job. I rolled my eyes. "Diana, I know you do care about whether I kill her or not. The only way I won't kill her is if you agree to help me!" I snapped. Diana looked at me, wide–eyed. Then, her fearful, wide–eyed expression turned into a cool glare. "I don't believe that you will kill her." Diana said, her voice calm. I smirked at her, and then wrapped my Whip–Hand tightly around her waist. My grip on her waist was so tight; I could hear her slight struggle to breathe. I pulled her out the way of the door and reached into my pocket, pulling out the key. I unlocked the door and started walking towards Astrid and Diana's room. I glanced quickly at Diana; the fearful look had returned to her face. My smirk widened and my eyes took on an evil glint. I dragged Diana towards her door and was just reaching for the key to that room when I felt her hand gripping my wrist tightly. "Please Drake, leave Astrid alone." Diana said quietly to me. I pretended to consider this. I shook my head. "Nope, I don't think so Diana." I replied, watching in satisfaction as her eyes widened and her face became even paler than it had been before. I removed my wrist from her grasp and found the key. I was just about to insert the key into the lock, when I paused and turned to face her. I could see her shaking. "Although, if you were to agree to help me, then I might just leave Astrid alone." I told her. "At least, I won't kill her." I amended.

"OK, I'll help you." Diana whispered, her voice trembling. I smirked. "Good." I said, still smirking at her. I put the key to her and Astrid's room back into my pocket and then pulled her back into my room, swiftly shutting and locking the door behind me. I pushed her down onto my bed and then grabbed a chair and sat down opposite her. I looked at her face and saw that the fearful look had disappeared, now replaced by anger. "You said that if I agreed to help you, you would let me go back to my room!" she said furiously. I grinned lazily at her, making random patterns in the air with my whip. "I just need to go over some…ground rules with you, Diana." I said to her. She rolled her eyes. "Can't that wait until tomorrow?" she asked. I was able to detect a note of hopefulness in her voice. "No." I replied, my grin falling from my face. She glared at me. "Fine. What are these ground rules of yours?" Diana asked me in a bored, albeit slightly mocking, voice. "The first is that you do exactly what I say, whether you like it or not." I said in a cold voice. "The second is that you will NOT tell Astrid anything. You will carry on as normal and pretend to her that everything is fine. If –" I started to say something else but was quickly cut off by Diana's sarcastic voice. "That's going to take some pretending." I glared angrily at her then slapped her quickly, the noise of the slap echoing round the room. "I think the next rule should be don't interrupt me when I am speaking!" I almost roared at her. Instead, I just made do with almost yelling at her. After all, I didn't want Astrid to wake up. Not until I'd finished with Diana. "Do you understand?" I hissed. She nodded. "And I strongly advise against being cheeky to me, but that's up to you." I said. She quickly looked up at me. "Oh, is it really?" she asked. I smirked.

"Of course it is. The cheekier you are to me, the more I get to hurt you." I answered in a pleasant tone. Diana still glared at me. "Do you have anything else to say?" she asked me in a frosty voice. I turned serious. "Yes. If you dare to break any of these rules, there will be severe consequences."

DIANA'S POV

I looked at Drake and could tell he was being serious. "OK. Can I go now? I'm slightly tired." I said to him. He glared at me, then nodded. He stood up and walked over to the door, me following behind him. Drake unlocked his door and then went out into the hallway and unlocked the door to the room I now share with Astrid. I walked quickly past him, without sparing him a second glance. He shut the door quietly and I heard him whisper from the other side. "I'll see you tomorrow." Those words made me shiver whenever I thought of them, which, as I would soon find out, was going to be a lot during the course of the night. I crept silently over to my bed, glancing over at Astrid as I did so. She was still lying fast asleep; her blond hair sprawled over her pillow. I breathed a sigh of relief and climbed into my freezing cold bed. I turned around, so that I was facing away from Astrid and promptly fell asleep. Maybe, if I had stayed awake a little bit longer, I would have heard Astrid sit up. Maybe if I hadn't turned away from her, I would have seen her look over at me, the hurt, anger and suspicion evident in her eyes.

Chapter 9 is now finished! In the next few chapters, Drake should at least start to form his plan for taking over the FAYZ, if not act on it! Please R&R!