Sequel to New Cousin: After a rough passage through Shadowland, Suze and Jesse are back together, soaking up the last rays of sun before their senior year started. Problem is, things go terrible. Suze starts to wonder, now that Jesse's alive, will he still love her, or will Kelly take him away from her? Crissi's back, and is Paul really as bad as we think? Jesse becomes jealous of the new kid Matt, which Suze feels butterflies for. Jesse might call off the engagement. Could everything that happened last summer be a lie? Things go even worse as Crissi continues threatening and stalking Suze, but she can't seem to stop anything as her relationship with Jesse spins out of control. Will they be able to live through it all together as Crissi's threats grow more and more menacing? Suze knows one thing, and that is Crissi wants Suze…but what would she want?? She must solve all this before it's too late, or is it already?
Ch 1 Back
I was outside staring at the sky when I felt a tap on my shoulder and a masculine, seductive voice whispered, "Hello querida, did you miss me? I told you that I'd be back."
I whirled around and was face to face with an alive…
Jesse.
"Jesse?" I asked weakly, hardly believing anything.
It was impossible! He died! "Is it really you?"
I gazed with earnest anticipation. I saw the same, dark, soulful, expressive eyes gazing at me with tender love. My eyes wandered. It was as though I was trying to capture this memory and bottle it up. Same comforting chest, that all-too familiar masculine scent, his trademark sinewy, yet gentle, arms, and the face I knew so well. The same beautiful smile, perfect teeth, firm jaw line, that unique scar slicing through his right eyebrow…the same lips that uttered such bedazzling Spanish and I soon found out, the same toe curling kisses. Jesse lowered his mouth toward mine and I felt his lips press slowly against my own. I closed my eyes. Breathing ceased to be a necessity. I felt my heart thump against my chest. The world just melted away as his hands caressed my face. It was Jesse. My Jesse.
He was alive. But how? We paused and I could feel his rapid heartbeat. I mean, it's not like I go feeling everyone's heartbeat. Red Beaumont kind of killed it, being the whole I-am-a-vampire thing, but here I was, in Jesse's arms. He kept muttering Spanish into my hair and I smiled.
"I thought you were-"
Jesse pulled back and held two fingers to my lips and pressed softly. "Shhhh, don't say it..."
I looked him up and down again. I still couldn't believe it. Was I dreaming? Would reality wrench him away from me again? "I thought I'd lost you! I've been so miserable! Oh, Jesse..."
Jesse hugged me even tighter than before. "I'm sorry, querida. I'm sorry for your suffering…te quiero más que a ninguna…" (I love you more than any other.)
Another kiss confirmed it. His being here, I mean. As my knees started to shake, I though, "Forever like this wouldn't be too bad..."
"I agree, querida. Eternity would be good," Jesse whispered and we both smiled. I had forgotten that we could read each other's minds-literally, "now, where is your ring? You didn't dispose of it, did you?"
We stayed like that for a while longer. I looked at the new house he was living in, beyond the tree Spike so often climbed. It probably smelled like fresh wood. Which room was his?
Jesse felt my mood change. "Is something wrong, Susannah?" I felt his lips move against my hair, "we're still engaged, after all." I felt him lick his lips and I wondered briefly whether I might have dandruff. Woe to me if I did. I mean, I didn't exactly dress up to the occasion. Being in mourning ever since.
"You're my neighbor."
"Yes. Is something wrong?" his voice came out muffled and happy-ish. Did he notice my mood swing or my not-so-sure-existent-dandruff?
I looked at him. Or, tried to, really. It was hard, since Jesse's face was buried in my two-month-long-since-I-washed-it hair that was all frizzy and probably smelled bad, too, but I managed to look at him. I guess he didn't mind the greasy hair; just maybe, I was over thinking things. I did recall the occasional shower.
"You used to be my roommate."
Jesse pulled away slightly, yes, slightly, and looked me in the eye. "You didn't answer my question; so I had been your roommate but my question was 'is something wrong'. Do you miss me being in your room?" Jesse smiled but I heard the tone of his voice; it was hurt. I looked up at his face, and saw a wounded puppy-dog look.
Oh damn. That look. How could I explain? I was exhilarated,-no, thrilled that Jesse was back. I could get married...start a family...but-
I studied Jesse's clothes. 'Different', but not in a bad way. Jesse was alive two months ago…but back then, he was a gorgeous, homeless guy with no family and basically no past life. He had been there and done that. And now…now, he was a part of this generation. It was so odd, seeing him dressed like, well, like how a guy would dress.
I couldn't shake the feeling. I didn't even know what it was. It seemed different. Everything, I mean. He had a family now. He wasn't my invisible-to-the-world, knife-wielding, strangled to death Hector "Jesse" "vaquero" de Silva, unknown to modern technology.
So then what? When school started, all the girls would ask me questions while gawking at him. He was guaranteed to be the latest catch at Junipero Serra Catholic Academy. He could have any girl, now that he existed. He would forget about me and call off this "after-college" engagement. Did I want that? Did I want all the Kelly Prescotts' and Debbie Mancusco's in the world to drool over Jesse? Kelly said Bryce Martinson was the hottest in the Valley, then Tad Beaumont. I figured she was going to be re-prioritizing her list soon. Plus, I mean, there was Paul now. And Tad and Bryce kinda moved.
He wouldn't be my own to see. My little secret.
My mind reeled. Huh.
Even in my head, it sounded so...
…possessive and selfish.
"Querida? Are you all right?" Jesse blinked his long (longer than my own) lashes. I noticed the lashes failed to hide his concern. I marveled at their length...at how they curved ever so slightly...
I shook my head, clearing all the thoughts. I love him. That's what mattered. Since he proposed, I had nothing to fear. "Nothing's wrong, Jesse."
He grinned, stroking my cheek, thinking all tension was forgotten, and then told me, "Now that I'm back, I advise that you look like yourself again. You are looking, how would you say it? Oh yes. A little under the weather, no"
I looked down. I was wearing black, fraying penny loafers, dark pants from weeks ago, and a stained black t-shirt. I didn't even bother wearing makeup. Dopey was kind enough to point it out the day before saying, "Hey, what the fuck have you done to my sister?" I took the liberty to punch him.
Maybe that's why my mom worried. Then again, he's suffered before.
"I look beautiful, don't I," I said dryly. Jesse grasped that hand and tilted my face up with his other. His eyes teased me, yet were serious.
Whoa, how can a person do that? He said in a somber voice, "No. I'm sorry, querida, but I have to admit; you don't look beautiful,"- I opened my mouth, utterly miffed. He was supposed to be all 'No, you're lovely, stay that way' even though we all knew for a fact that I wasn't going to remain in black and greasy haired like that one guy, what's his face, in Harry Potter. Oh yes, Snape. He fooled around with a greasy chestnut tendril and wrapped it around his finger and flicked it across his cheek. Jesse continued-"you look exquisite; more stunning than any angel or maiden in the macrocosm."
…
That'll do.
"Now, Susannah," he grinned roguishly, "what would you say I kissed you?" Maybe I could get used to this.
He continued playing with that greasy chunk of hair. Flicking it back and force across his face. I gulped. Gosh, he was so amazing. "I'd say go ahead because I love you."
You can imagine what happened next. I He breathed my name and I never realized just how much I missed his voice when he said "Susannah", breathy and transfixed, as if he were totally infatuated with me.
Which, I knew he was.
We didn't realize it but we were being watched.
"Te quiero, querida…" Jesse wrapped his arms around me and he resumed the position of burying his face in my hair. I was going to faint. He was so...freaking…close… I could just die like this and not mind.
I laughed and tried to look up but I couldn't. "I think that means 'I love you'." I gave my best impression and Jesse grinned, looking mildly surprised. I hugged him tighter and felt his arms around my waist tighten.
Jesse laughed too and he teased, "Wow. I thought I'd never see the day where you knew Spanish. So that means all along you knew what 'querida' meant." He used the word "wow". He never ceased to amaze me.
He wasn't an orphan living in my house anymore. He had a live family, thank you very much, and no crazy psychopathic fiancées siccing their dead lovers after him.
Those were pluses I suppose.
I considered myself lucky. After all, I had thought that I would become a nun when I lost Jesse. Much like Father Dominic's love story, which I only got partial pieces of since he didn't seem to warm up to the subject. The Woeful Tale of a PriestOnce upon a time, a young, handsome blue-eyed man fell in love with a young, beautiful girl. Sadly, she died. No wait-, she was dead. She was a ghost and he was a mediator. He knew it would never work out but, alas, he couldn't help it. Then one day, after she found out what kept her on Earth, she left, leaving Father D, I mean, the guy, to rot, alone in his misery. Knowing it was best and he was being selfish, he let her go. Afterwards, since breaking his heart, he became a priest, doomed to never love and remain a lonely, old, sixty-some year old man. No wife, no children. Just him and his faith. What a life. Maybe that's why Father Dom didn't encourage my relation with Jesse and when Jesse was taken away from me I didn't tell him…
But ah…Jesse was alive. That was what mattered.
Too bad my Wheel of Fortune was turning...
"Let's go somewhere and celebrate."
I blinked. "Okay…"
"Let's go to the beach. I'm positive that you wouldn't mind." Jesse looked at me. I looked down. Ehh, maybe some ocean water would do me good.
"Sure, let me go get a swimsuit and I'll be right with you." I suppose ocean water cleanses the hair, too. I ran inside the house through the back, knowing the rest of the family was making an acquaintance with the de Silva's.
Five minutes later, we were on the road, Jesse driving. The leather interior felt good against my bare back and I snuggled against the chair, turning up the radio so the song blasted through the car. I didn't care about anything except for the fact that Jesse was alive. And could drive. I adjusted my seatbelt. Always have to be safe; I learned the hard way ever since we were in that accident caused by Michael Meducci. You know, when we crashed into the Carmel-By-The-Sea Tourist stop. Lovely previous summer memories.
With the windows open, I felt like a star with this incredibly sexy guy who had his towel slung over a shoulder, hair natural and blowing all over like mine sitting next to me, driving a top-of-the-line car. One that Jake would stop his car for in order to get out and study. I relaxed. Jesse seemed like a safe driver. Actually a very good driver, much like Tad Beaumont and his Porsche. Except Jesse was the better driver. And a better kisser. And hotter…oh, so much hotter. I recalled my first kiss, which was interrupted by a person in the tiny Porsche's backseat who Tad didn't notice. Spiders. Ha, my ass.
I shut my eyes, feeling the late afternoon eighty-nine degree heat on my body. I don't know how he did it, but he fit a surfboard in the corvette. He surfs, too? "Hey, Jesse?"
"Mmm?" I opened my eyes and saw Jesse's head turn towards me. I was pretty sure he was looking at me…I mean, he was wearing sunglasses.
"Where did you learn how to drive and surf? I can't bloody surf, let alone drive."
Jesse smiled secretly. "You will never know." With that, he deliberately pushed the bridge of his sunglasses higher and jerked his head away.
Thanks.
I was sitting on a towel on the beach, listening to music, while trying to get a tan. Jesse went to get some drinks and I looked around. Kids, teens, grandparents, cute guys my age, fat hairy old men in Speedos, …everyone was here on this glorious day. It was so crowded and full of people that it was hard to find a spot with a decent view. Jesse and I finally chose a spot by the lifeguard Rick that performed CPR on me when Gina was here. The hot lifeguard who looked like Brad Pitt. (With the long blonde hair and the blue eyes, and his tan skin that needed Coppertone) Yeah. That one. The afternoon heat started to get to me and my eyes drifted shut as I lay down, shielding my eyes with my arm. I needed a tan. A normal, genuine Californian tan.
Five, ten minutes passed, and I felt a shadow and a tap on my shoulder. I uncovered my eyes, looked towards the west to see stunning turquoise eyes, brown flyaway hair and fine washboard abs. The guy was crouched down on his feet, his arms balanced on his knees so he was at my eye level. I gulped, trying not to break eye contact.
Where was Jesse?!
"And you are…?"
I gulped again, hoping he didn't notice my discomfort. "Suze… and you?"
He grinned and I felt like pulling out my sunglasses. He looked like one of those guys advertising tooth paste. "Matt, nice to meet you, Suze." I felt a shudder run down my spine. The way he said it was so…
Transfixing.
I looked at the concession stand and saw Jesse paying for ice cream.
"…I just moved here and I'm going to that June-whatever school." Obviously, not the brightest bulb in the bunch…
All of a sudden a sallow skinned person waved at Matt. I resisted the urge to hum 'the Addams Family' and I watched with wonder as the guy yelled, "HURRY UP MATT! WE'RE GOING SURFING!" Whoa…Addams Family boy surfs?
Matt looked at me and smiled. "That's Billy. Quite a character, actually. I have to go; but I will be seeing you again. As someone famous said, 'tomorrow is another day'. I think that was like, Mother Teresa or something."
Wow. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "Yeah…bye…" I feebly waved 'goodbye' as he left. Was he going to the Academy too? Was that what the whole "June-whatever school" thinf was about? I never mentioned going to the Junipero Serra Catholic Academy. I was utterly confused but still, he was hot and…well…
I mentally slapped myself. WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME?? I HAD ONLY MET THE GUY SIX MINUTES AGO. What was I thinking? I shook my head. Forget him. He's a freak. Just because Jesse wasn't there didn't give me any right to go gallivanting after any guy I met.
I looked back at him and he looked at me hungrily…
Like Paul
I was instantly reminded of Paul.
I stood up and decided to help Jesse out. There was all these people in my direct path, so I had to walk along the water. I walked a couple paces and before I knew it, I tripped and landed into the water. I know. Pathetic, really. Spluttering, I stood knee deep in the water and opened my eyes. I saw green eyes staring back at me…
Crissi. I heard laughter.
I extended my hand and felt the water. No hand. Just a reflection. I breathed a sigh of relief. Gosh, I was so paranoid. It was just my reflection. Like those mirrors in the House of Mirrors. Spooky places, I know, but still
However, my reflection suddenly reached out and grabbed my ankle. Totally caught off guard, I lost my footing and was instantly pulled down. Since when was the water so deep? I moved my arms, trying to stay afloat, all the while being pulled further away from the coast.
I felt my head go under and all I saw was inky blackness.
I don't rightly recall what happened, only that after what could have been eons, I was pulled back to the surface. It was like dejâ vu all over again, except no Brad to say I spewed like Mount St. Helens. I must have lost consciousness while underwater.
"CPR! CPR! Someone do CPR!" I heard people shout.
I sat up, coughing. "No, I'm fine!" I was relieved that I didn't puke. I felt arms around me and I looked up to see Jesse. He had wrapped his arms around me.
"Are you alright, querida? I thought you drowned." The ice cream was abandoned by our lounge chairs, dripping slightly.
I looked into the water and saw nothing.
"Yes…I'm fine."
It was probably just my reflection. After all, I looked like Crissi. We had the same hair color, same eyes… Plus when I extended my hand, she extended her hand. But that didn't explain the laughter. I was going crazy.
"Susannah, let's go home..." Jesse gave me his hand and I grabbed it. He pulled me up and handed me a towel. I dabbed my eyes and rubbed off the sand and gunk on me. Who knew the ocean was so filthy.
"No, miss, you can't. You have to go to the hospital. It's procedure. The ambulance is on its way."
"Screw the ambulance. I almost drowned last summer, and lived. I can do it again, if you can't remember. Remember, Rick? Don't you have a college to go to?"-Jesse looked at me oddly.
"Susannah…" Jesse said in a warning tone. I ignored him.
But Rick (aka reincarnation of Brad Pitt) scowled and left. Damn.
"Buenas noches, querida. I'll see you soon. My room is in the front, facing yours." Even in the twilight, I could see a glint in Jesse's eyes. Jesse kissed my hand and I smiled sadly as he walked towards his house. What a day. I stared at the horizon that our house allowed us to see. Beyond it was the darkening bay, beach, the Valley, and all of Carmel. The sky was clad in pastel colors; pink, lavender, blue, yellow and orange. I shook my head and went inside. The water must have really screwed up my brain. Max greeted me by burying his snout in my hand, a daily routine, checking if I had any food on me.
"I'm home." I called, just in case if anyone cared. Another routine, one I started when Jesse was around. I dropped my bag by the door, kicked off my flip flops and proceeded into the dining room where my mom usually set up her laptop.
"Suzie? Where were you? We all talked to the new family. You missed so much!" My mom looked up from her laptop. I suppose I looked more haggard than I felt, because she instantly stood up. "Are you all right?"
Umm, let's see…I nearly drowned, I'm hearing things, and my boyfriend's back…anything else?
Oh yeah. I might have a psychotic dead bitch after my ass. But that's just the paranoia talking.
I looked into her blue eyes and replied, "I'm fine. And I was nowhere. Places to go, people to see."
"Yeah," Brad came into view, drinking a protein shake. A protein shake? "The oldest sis is hot. They said that they had an older brother. I didn't see him, though. Hope he surfs…" Then he continued by, chugging down the rest of the protein shake, wondering what he put in it to give it that taupe color.
I brushed back my semi-wet hair as Mom eyed me.
Shoot. Did I look… disheveled?? I made sure that my one-piece bathing suit was securely hidden. Yeah…still hidden.
I noticed that Dopey didn't leave the room. Rather, he was looking at me oddly. I started babbling. "Really. Um. Okay, that's just super. Hot girls are good for you. I mean, I have nothing against gay people, but I guess we now know that you don't plan on moving to…what states allow gay marriages? That's irrelevant. I mean, I respect that and all, but this just lessens the awkwardness that comes with coming out of the closet…um, so if you'll excuse me…" I started to turn around but the expression on my mom's face stopped me.
My mom's eyebrows had gone way up. I realized that I said the wrong thing (about the whole gay thing) and I felt like kicking myself. Why don't I ever think properly when I must??
"Suze? What aren't you telling me? We met five beautiful young ladies and you weren't there. We invited them to dinner tomorrow so maybe you'll finally meet them." Mom paused and studied me with a squinty look. Was my shirt wet? Was I sopping? I tried to make sure that the dryers at the beach dried most of it. The breeze dried the rest.
Act normal; don't act if you're the happiest woman alive. Don't act as if I was smooching the hottest guy on earth and going with him to the beach. Please don't ask if I met Jesse; please don't ask if I met the brother- "did you meet Jesse, their brother?"
Damn. Freaking mother instincts! I flushed slightly and looked around. Plants, a surf board, mom's laptop, a table, just don't make eye contact…
"Suzie? Did you?"
"Er…" Why wasn't my brain cooperating? Couldn't I have just lied? She'd be none the wiser.
"Susannah Simon! Were you fraternizing with their brother? Not that I mind, since it's good to know you're not a total social outcast but I'd like to know. I thought that Paul boy was nice…but that other guy, what was his name? Well, anyway, he was also very nice. We're having dinner tomorrow with the de Silva's so…"
After a long pause, she spoke up. "Suze, you smell like sea water." She looked me in the eye. I blinked.
…
"I have to use the bathroom."
I left Mom to her suspicions and made my escape upstairs. Max went upstairs with me. Now that Jesse was alive, Max had been coming inside of my room. Even if Spike was in there.
I locked my door and looked around. Well… at least I could change in peace now. I watched as Spike crawled into my room through the open window. Sensing that Jesse was on the other side of the street, and that Max was in the room, Spike left. I shut the window behind him and saw Jesse unpacking on the other side. He looked up and waved, smiling. I waved back. Then he continued unpacking, stopping only once to let in a fluffy mass of fur through his window, stroking it tenderly. Grrr. Stupid fluff of feline. I envied Spike.
I missed Jesse. I mean, I missed the ghost Jesse who wore that billowy shirt that was cut low to show perfectly sculpted abs. The Jesse who came instantaneously when I was in deep sludge. The Jesse I knew who had lived in, died in, and haunted my room. Don't get me wrong; I love Jesse. Even I didn't know why I was feeling nostalgic.
I washed my face, performed my nightly rituals and I burrowed under the covers. My eyes closed and didn't open again that night.
I was clutching Critical Theory since Plato in freezing weather, in a miniskirt and fishnets, heading towards a graveyard. Not just any graveyard, but the Mission cemetery for one special tombstone that I wanted to see. I went down a path I knew so well from earlier walks and weaving my way through tombstones, some dating back to the eighteen hundreds, nearing the end of my walk, I stopped:
"Here lies Hector "Jesse" de Silva, 1830-1850"
The strange thing was that the tombstone I knew so well (I, in fact, had supervised its carving so I knew what it said) didn't have anything etched on it.
It was blank.
I started to dig, knowing I would have to dig over six feet. I got dirt and grime all over my fishnets and miniskirt. After what seemed like forever, I found nothing. No body, no casket, no nothing, just a hole. I stood up and then I felt warm arms around my freezing midriff.
"Trouble in paradise, Hon?"
I turned my head, trying to see who it was but I find his lips first. A cold, bitter kiss filled with lust.
But I knew that it was Paul.
Ask for a Jesse, get a Paul.
I pushed him away, because I was too cold to inflict any major damage upon him. I had to avoid Paul. If he touched me, we could shift anywhere.
"Leave me alone, Paul." I broke into a run but Paul caught up easily.
"Ah…I thought so…how's de Silva?"
I stopped in my tracks and face Paul's leering face. I clench my jaw. "What do you not get about me loving Jesse, Paul? Get away from Jesse and me! You promised before the end of school to never lay a finger on us!"
Paul opened his mouth to reply but I threw a punch at Paul but he caught my wrist, brought it to his mouth, and I stared in horror as he licked my hand.
"YOU FUCKING SICKO!!"
He ignored me and continued upwards…leaving a nasty trail of saliva. Paul's saliva.
Suddenly we were in his room, the same metallic, sterile one.
"Spend the night with me, Suzie…" he hissed and I was reminded of that day…pain…anger…humiliation…
"No. Paul, stop it! STOP!" I looked around and panicked. This was the person who did the raping! I tried to get away but he held onto my legs. If I shifted, he'd go with me. What are my possible plans?
"I promise I won't hurt you. You know you want this. Jesse won't mind. Jesse's dead. He can't-"
"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!!" I had to escape Paul. Jesse! Save me!
"Suze…Suzie Suzie Suzie…you are so funny. He's not ever going to come but I swear this won't hurt. Not one bit…"
"NOO PAUL. STOP. Paul, NO!! JESSE!!" I screamed as Paul continued, ignoring my desperate pleas.
Jesse never came.
"NO!" I sit up in bed. The first thing I noticed was a headache. A major shifter migraine. The second thing was that I was sweating and I gasped for breath. It seemed so real…like that last time. (Was that a dream?)
I never took the whole rape thing seriously. I thought it was all fake…that I'd wake up and it'd be over. I was so convinced, so convinced that I forgot all about it. But the hurt still remained. I felt a sudden pain between my legs and I threw off the covers. I muffled a scream with a pillow.
No. NO. It couldn't be. It was a dream.
Fishnets and a mini replaced my pajama bottoms that I distinctly recall wearing. Blood. Blood was all over my lower half.
I wasn't on my period, either. It ended.
I gave a strangled cry, similar to the one when Jesse left to the rectory, and I started to sob into my hands. My shoulders shook with each sob.
What did this mean? What did this mean? How did this happen?
I sniffed and roughly dried my tears. I felt hysterical, like Heather from "The Blair Witch" when she admitted to herself that they had crossed the same log.
I gasped between every word I said. "I'm not a virgin. He's haunting me. I'm not a virgin. Paul's haunting me. Even in my sleep. I'm not a virgin. Jesse's not going to be my first. Jesse's not…" My voiced faded and I took a deep breath. "Just got to sleep, Suze. Go to sleep. I never had the chance to cry. The shrink back in New York said it was good to vent." I breathed again and broke into a new wave of sobs. I wondered if anyone up woke. I wondered what I was going to do. I wondered if Paul was nearby. I should have been happy. Jesse was alive.
But I wasn't.
AN HOUR LATER
"Go to sleep, Suze. Just go to sleep. Don't be scared. Paul's not coming back; he's missing. Don't think that he could be hiding on our roof."
It didn't help. I realized that Paul could go anywhere if he's been there. He could just imagine he were here and BOOM. Plus school was starting in some weeks and he was probably going to be in my classes.
Now that did not help me sleep.
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER
"Go to sleep…go to sleep…go to sleep lit-tle Suze…go to sleep. Go to sleep. Go to sleep right now…Lullaby…and goodnight…not working…one sheep…two sheep…"
AN HOUR LATER
"One hundred thirty-seven sheep…one hundred thirty-eight sheep…"
AN HOUR LATER
"Schools going to start…I'll have math to distract myself…hell, it'll distract everyone, right? …the wheels on the bus go round and round. Round and round. Round and Round the wheels on the bus go round and round. All day long …"
Finally, fatigue caught up and I fell asleep.
"Love you, Suze…" Jesse wrapped his arm around my neck and I closed my eyes, leaning against his chest. Ah…this is wonderful…Jesse was here…he said-
Wait- 'Love you, Suze'?? Something wasn't right. I felt Jesse's arms tighten and I snapped open my eyes to meet laughing green ones…
"You're as good as dead, Suze," Crissi shrieked and then she cackled menacingly. Great. First Paul, now Crissi, "you left me to rot in hell but I'm coming for you, cousin. I'm going to rip out your guts and sprawl it from here to New York. Then I'm going to claim Jesse and I'll cut you up into tiny bits, so tiny, that I'll feed them to Max for breakfast." She laughed and soon her face vanished, soon to be replaced with Paul's.
"Miss me, Suze? I'm going to get you…"
Paul reached for me and I screamed. "Stop it! Leave me alone!"
"Ah…but Suze…I can't."
Waking up, I realized what was wrong.
These dreams weren't going to stop since, well…
They were back.
A/N: There you have it, the first chapter…
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