Disclaimer: I don't own the Mediator series. I don't own Suze, Jesse, Paul, or any of the other brilliant characters that inhabit Meg Cabot's brain.
A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back! I've had this in the works for a while now, but I've been too busy to write it. I hadn't planned to start like this (the first chapter was supposed to be JS fluff), but I like it better like this. Don't worry though, I've saved the JS fluff for the next chapter. This is just the preface so it's really short. I hope you like it...
Preface: December 3rd, 2007
I've always known that my strange ability to interact with the dead would be my undoing. I mean, when you're around death that much it's bound to rub off on you right? That and sneaking into a murderer's house unarmed, wasn't exactly the best idea. Yeah, I'd say that my shifter status isn't the only thing that's sending me to an early grave. I've also been blessed with the glorious ability to be inherently stupid.
"Any last words my dear?"
As my captor sauntered over, I tried not to think about the fact that those were probably going to be the last words I would ever hear. Instead I took the time to think about every bad decision I'd made in the past year and how those decisions had gotten me into this situation. I thought about my family and how I'd pushed them away. I thought about him and how badly he'd been hurt by my decision. Heck, I even thought about how I'd forgotten to feed Spike this morning. I guess you could say that my life was flashing before my eyes, but admitting to that would mean that I really was going to die and I wasn't ready to lose hope yet. I'd been in a lot of near death situations, so who's to say this one would be the one to do me in?
I thought about the answer to that question as a pair of familiar tanned hands wrapped themselves around my aching neck. I couldn't die like this; he wasn't going to be the one to kill me. I thrashed my body as the pain of suffocation set in. What had I done to deserve this? I struggled for breath as I began to lose consciousness, but my resistance was to no avail, I was going to die and there was nothing I could do about it. Suddenly I lost all hope, I knew why this time would be different and it scared me shitless. It was then that I decided to welcome the darkness when it came; death had to be better than the thinking you do as you die.
When it finally came, all I could think of was why this time had been different. This time, no one would come to my rescue.
A/N: I wrote this in like ten minutes so it's pretty bad. I just wanted to get started. Tell me what you think! hint hint
Love,
Dre
