I don't know if anyone else will agree with me, but I think some lyrics from the song go well with what's going on between Diana and Drake. The song is "You Give Love A Bad Name" by Bon Jovi.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the GONE books, Michael Grant does and I don't own this song.
DIANA'S POV
Shot through the heart
And you're to blame,
Darlin'
You give love a bad name.
I followed Drake nervously. I was worried about what would happen if my 'plan' failed because Drake said that if it didn't work, he would kill me. Slowly and painfully. I had no doubt that he would do it because that's a Drake thing to do. And I knew that there was no point hoping that recent…events would change that because it wouldn't. When Drake had made up his mind about something like that there was no changing it. He's wanted to kill me for ages, my plan failing would be a great opportunity for him. Of course, he could have killed Astrid and I any time he felt like it after Caine and Sam died but then his chances of succeeding in his takeover of Perdido Beach would have decreased rapidly. In the past, the only reason he hadn't killed me was because Caine was protecting me. Now though, my only hope of surviving was this plan going exactly right. There was no time for mistakes. My life was on the line.
An angel's smile is what you sell,
You promise me Heaven then put me through Hell.
Chains of love got a hold on me,
When passions a prison, you can't break free.
"What are you thinking?" Drake's voice interrupted my musings. I jumped; I'd been so caught up in thinking about the consequences of failing that I'd forgotten I was walking with Drake. "Oh, nothing." I answered, trying to keep my voice neutral. Drake raised an eyebrow sceptically. "Diana, I know you're thinking about something, I can see it in your face. Now tell me." Anyone who doesn't know Drake might think it was just an innocent statement but I could detect the implied threat. This annoyed me. Surely Drake should have realised by now that I don't like doing what other people tell me to do, even when they are threatening me? Especially when that said person is psychopath like Drake. I stopped walking and glared angrily at him. "What I think is nothing to do with you!" I snapped hotly. "I don't plan on telling you or anyone else what I think." I admit, it was a slight overreaction but I really hate it when people try to get into my business. Drake glared back at me. "When I ask you a question Diana, I expect it to be answered." He said threateningly.
Oh, you're a loaded gun.
Oh, there's nowhere to run.
No one can save me.
The damage is done.
I rolled my eyes. "Fine, Drake. I'll tell you what I was thinking." Drake smirked, seeming to think that he had scared me into submission. "I was thinking about how much I'm looking forward to getting away from you." I snapped maliciously. Drake looked furious. He began to walk towards me, his Whip–Hand unfurling from around his waist. I stood my ground, my glare darkening with every step he took. All too soon, Drake was standing directly in front of me. He brought his Whip–Hand and wrapped it around my throat gently. I breathed in air as I knew it wouldn't be long before he was closing off most of my air. "Well, unfortunately for you, as soon as you bring me Astrid, you'll be seeing a lot more of me. A lot more." He hissed, tightening his whip ever so slightly. I struggled to suppress the shudder that was threatening to break through. "And what makes you think I will bring you Astrid? I could easily stay in Perdido Beach with her and I'm sure Edilio and everyone else would be able to provide us with some sort of protection if they knew what you were planning." Drake smirked and caressed the side of my face. This time I unable to hold back the shudder that made its way down my spine, which caused Drake's smirk to widen. He leaned forward, his face right next to mine. "Don't try and defy me, Diana." He whispered. I could feel his hot breath tickling my cheek as he spoke, which caused me to shudder again. Drake brushed my cheek with a light kiss, moving along to my lips. He released his hold on my throat and held the back of my head in his hand. I attempted to pull my head back, but as his hand was behind mine, I couldn't move very far.
Shot through the heart,
And you're to blame.
You give love a bad name (bad name).
I play my part and you play your game.
You give love a bad name (bad name),
You give love, a bad name.
The force of Drake's lips on mine was enough to make me wince but I refused to kiss him back. Drake pulled away from me and I could see the anger and the fury in his eyes. He lifted his Whip–Hand and was about to strike me when we heard a low growling. Drake gripped my arm in his hand and spun around. We came face–to–face with a coyote. Drake frowned. "What do you want?" Drake snarled. I smirked slightly; it seems to me like Drake's annoyed that he didn't get to hit me. "Darkness want Whip–Hand." The coyote barked. I frowned; I didn't yet understand what this 'Darkness' was. I looked at Drake and his expression was a mixture of annoyance and what could almost – but not quite – be described as fear. I felt slightly confused – although I didn't show it – why would Drake be scared? In all the time I'd known him, I had never seen Drake show fear. "Not right now." Drake said and began to drag me away. Suddenly, there was another coyote standing in front of us, snarling. Drake frowned and tried to walk around it but another coyote appeared beside it. "Yes now." The first coyote, whom I presumed to be Pack Leader, growled. "Fine." Drake snapped. Pack Leader turned around and walked deep into the forest. Drake pulled me after it. Glancing around, I saw that we were being flanked by two other coyotes, and there was yet another coyote behind us. I unintentionally pressed my self against Drake – the coyotes made me more nervous than I cared to be. Drake looked down at me and I could see him smirking from the corner of my eye. "Scared, Ladris?" he asked me. I rolled my eyes, because of both the question and the fact that he had gone back to calling me by my surname. "Not at all Merwin." I replied. Drake shrugged, still smirking. "If you're sure." With that said, he shoved me roughly, sending me sprawling into the path of the nearest coyote. The coyote leant over me, snarling and nipping at my ankles, wrists, it didn't care where. I scrambled backwards, trying to put as much distance between me and it as possible. I shrieked as something wrapped around my waist. When I looked up and saw Drake leering down at me, I realised it was his Whip–Hand around my waist. He pulled me to my feet and I clutched his arm, glaring at the coyote. "I thought you weren't scared." Drake said mockingly, chuckling softly.
Paint your smile on your lips,
Blood red nails on your fingertips,
A school boy's dream, you act so shy,
Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye.
I turned my glare from the coyote to him. "I wasn't, but then you decided to throw me in front of a coyote!" I snapped. Drake laughed loudly, causing all the coyotes to start yapping and barking. "Aw, poor Diana." he said. "But you weren't hurt, so it doesn't really matter, does it?" I stared at him before pulling the sleeves back on my shirt, exposing my wrists, which were dotted in blood and bites. "It bit me!" I said. "And now my wrists are bleeding. So, actually it did hurt me!" I continued, slightly huffily I regret to admit. Drake gently caught one of my wrists in his hand and lifted it to his eyes, examining it. "You'll live." He decreed, letting go of my wrist. I rolled my eyes, sighing. "Oh that's a relief." I murmured sarcastically, shaking the sleeves of my shirt back over my wrists. Drake nodded. "Yes it is." He said. I stared up at him – he had sounded sincere when he said that. Of course, he just had to ruin the moment by smirking at me, which made me roll my eyes again. We spent the rest of the walk to the mineshaft in silence.
Oh, you're a loaded gun.
Oh, there's nowhere to run.
No one can save me,
The damage is done.
Eventually, we arrived at the mouth of the mineshaft. Pack Leader turned to us and motioned us forward with his head. Drake suddenly seemed very hesitant, but with the coyotes biting at our heels, we had no choice but to go forward. The ground sloped downwards very suddenly and on our way down I was constantly stumbling in the dark. I realised that Drake and I hadn't let each other go since he'd helped me up earlier and I was glad to have something to hold onto. I gripped his arm tighter and felt his Whip–Hand squeeze my waist tighter too. I risked a look up at him – I did not want to find myself lying in the dirt – and saw that he was staring straight ahead, his mouth set in a grim line. A slight green glow began to appear, giving me some light to see where I was going. "What's that light?" I asked Drake as quietly as I could. "Darkness." Drake replied, matching my quiet voice. Even though we were speaking as quietly as we could, our voices resonated around us. I found that I had to stifle a small laugh; I seemed to find the fact that it was darkness giving us light utterly hilarious. Drake seemed to pick up on it and one corner of his mouth quirked up. "You're just scared." He whispered in my ear. I nodded. I didn't like to feel scared, especially not around Drake, but because of what had happened the last time I had told him I wasn't scared I decided just to be honest. "Petrified." I whispered back. All I wanted to do was take Drake and run back to Coates. I didn't want to be stuck down a mineshaft with this Darkness thing. "Nothing's going to happen to you." Drake told me quietly. "You'll be fine."
Shot through the heart,
And you're to blame.
You give love a bad name (bad name).
I play my part and you play your game.
You give love a bad name (bad name),
You give love, oh!
I highly doubted this but I nodded anyway. I was about to asked him why he suddenly seemed to be caring so much for me when we came across a giant green blob. I gasped. This wasn't what I was expecting Darkness to look like. I shifted my body slightly, so that I was half–hidden behind Drake. The thing didn't look like it had eyes but I didn't want to draw any attention to myself. Drake. The green blob seemed to speak. Later, thinking back, I would say that if the voice had a size, it would be far bigger than the blob itself. And the blob wasn't small, I'll say that now. Drake smirked. Who is the girl? The blob asked Drake. I frowned, I had hoped that my 'hiding' place behind Drake would have kept me somewhat hidden. You cannot hide from the Darkness. The blob's voice appeared in my head. My face hardened – I don't trust things that appear able to read my mind. That is a shame that you do not trust me, you could have been very useful to me. With that said, a jolt of pain so excruciating exploded in my mind. I let go of Drake and grabbed my head, sinking to my knees on the ground.
Oh!
Shot through the heart,
And you're to blame.
You give love a bad name.
I play my part and you play your game.
You give love a bad name (bad name).
Drake knelt beside me; although I don't think he had much of a choice because his whip was still around my waist. I began to shake, the pain beyond belief. Leavemealone, leavemealone, LEAVEMEALONE! I screamed in my head, which only made the pain worse. That is what happens when you defy me. The Darkness said. Soon the pain was so great I was biting my lip so I wouldn't cry. However, when the first metallic tang of blood appeared in my mouth, I couldn't hold back my cries any longer. My body was shivering from the force of my sobs and I began tugging at my hair – as if that would make the pain go away. I felt Drake retract his whip from my waist and saw him stand up. He moved away from me and took a step towards the Darkness. "Leave her alone." He commanded in a dangerously low voice. All of a sudden, the pain in my head subsided and I breathed a sigh of relief, wiping my eyes. But my relief was short–lived because the Darkness let out an almighty roar which reverberated around the cave. I flinched, and noticed that Drake wasn't looking too steady either. How dare you try and command me! I am your MASTER and you are merely a pawn! The Darkness bellowed. In the blink of an eye, Drake's Whip–Hand was wrapped around his own throat tightly. You are useless to me, easily replaceable. The Darkness continued. Drake was beginning to look rather blue in the face, his whip tightening dramatically with every word the Darkness spoke. I can show you much you do not matter to me. The gift that I, your master, gave to you that will be the cause of your demise. Drake now looked close to passing out – or, I feared, worse. Prepare to meet your end.
It suddenly clicked in my mind what the Darkness was doing. I jumped to my feet, ignoring the feeling of vertigo that rushed over me. "NO!" I screamed, running to Drake and throwing my arms around him. Drake collapsed to the ground, his Whip–Hand no longer around his neck. "Drake!" I cried, checking his neck and wrists for a pulse. I couldn't feel one, not on his wrists nor on his neck. "Drake!" I cried again. It was like a case of déjà vu for me, first I'd watched Caine die, now it seemed like I was watching Drake die. "Please don't die." I whispered, shocked to find the words coming out of my mouth and to find tears running down my face. I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on his, repeating "Don't die" over and over.
Shot through the heart,
And you're to blame,
You give love a bad name (bad name).
I play my part and you play your game,
You give love a bad name (bad name).
You give love,
You give love (bad name)
You give love
You give love (bad name)
You give love
You give love (bad name)
You give love.
"I'm not planning on." My eyes flew open as I heard a familiar voice. I found that I was looking into the eyes of the boy who barely over a minute ago I could have sworn was dead. "You're dead!" I exclaimed in confusion and moved backwards, allowing Drake the space to sit up. As soon as he was sitting, I was back beside him, my arms wrapped around him. Drake raised an eyebrow. "Do I look dead?" he asked me, smirking. I shook my head. "No. But I saw the Darkness kill you! You had no pulse!" I grabbed his wrist. And felt his pulse beating normally beneath my thumb. "You're not dead!" I said, beginning to cry again. This time they weren't tears of pain or sadness, they were tears of joy. "Hey, don't cry." Drake said, running his thumb under one eye, then the next. I sniffed, holding back a fresh wave of tears. "I'm not." I told him. "That's good." Drake said, leaning closer to me. I closed the gap between us, pressing my mouth against his.
I wasn't sure about anything in the FAYZ now, but of one thing I knew I could never doubt: I was falling in love with Drake Merwin.
A bit of a jumbled chapter I know, but I felt the song fit and that last line is how I wanted this chapter to end – though I just wasn't sure how I was going to get there. I hope that you liked this chapter anyway. Please review!