Author's Note: Ok, I've known about this series for a couple of months now, but only managed to get my hands on the series a week ago, I have now read them all, out of order, I didn't manage to borrow them all so i had to read what the library had and wait for the rest. But anyway, I have now read all six books and thought, hey, these were pretty good, lets write a fanfic for the series about what happens afterwards. So last week while on holidays at the beach, i took out the laptop (as you do on holidays and trying to get over the horror of yearly year 11 Exams) and I started writing. So far I've written almost three chapters, the third chapter should be finished soon, it's longer than the first two chapters.
Um, for those who know my Twilight fanfic, I am just taking a little break from it, i actually tried writing on it when i had Exams on and it stressed me out more and has given me a nasty writer's block that i'm fighting off.
If i had to choose between this and my Twilight fic of which one is better written I would say this one, but I don't know.

Ok, I am sorry if Suze or Jesse or if any of the other characters are out of character, I promise i'm going to reread the series and get better grip on the characters, but yeah please bear with me if the characters are a little (or a lot) OOC.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or themes in this fic they belong to Meg Cabot.

Death Sight

Chapter 1

"Suzie! Suzie! SUZIE!

"Mom?"

"Susie!" I cringed as my mother's scared voice was suddenly cut off a terrified scream.

"Mom!" I sat bolt upright in bed, my mother's terrified scream still echoing in my head.

I couldn't understand why I had dreamed something like that; that my mother… was being murdered… by a ghost?

Come on.

Ok, maybe it wasn't such a long shot, but still, it was highly unlikely, I mean seriously, why would a ghost want to kill my Mom for? To get back at me, hahaha, funny…

I scrambled out of bed, panic filling me, making me not think clearly, all I could get threw my head was the need to ring my mother and see if she was ok.

I took a few staggering steps, as another wave of nausea hit me, I had been getting these waves quite frequently in the past couple of months and I can't understand why, first nausea now freaky dreams what next mind reading?

Anyway, stumbled my way to where the phone was in our apartment, yes I said our apartment, meaning someone else did live here, that someone being the reason why I was trying to walk so quietly as to not to wake him.

Hey the guy wasn't able to sleep for a century and a half, what right did I have to wake him up from a peaceful sleep now? Ok, I had the right when I was in the mood, but that wasn't now, I was in the "hey- I'm- scared- about- my- Mom- being- murdered- by- a- ghost" mood.

As I picked up the phone it was only then did I note what time it actually was, 1:30am in the morning.

I groaned, I was never going to get back to sleep, but oh well, even though it meant that I would never get back to sleep, it didn't mean I was going to be in any danger of being yelled at for waking anyone up since Carmel was three hours behind us in New York, so it would be 10:30 pm there. Not that I actually cared about that at the moment I cared more about finding out whether my Mom was ok.

I dialled the familiar number and waited as the phone rang. I grew impatient after the second ring and considered yelling at the phone but decide against it, I didn't just have a sleeping boyfriend to consider but an entire apartment building too.

"Hello?"

"Mom?" I gasped out in relief before cursing myself for my rushed stupidity.

"Oh hi, Sweetie. What's up?" My Mom asked.

"Eh," I was stubbed now.

"I just wanted to ring and see how everyone is." I lied.

"Well, everyone is fine." Mom squealed and I knew something big had happen, something that excited her. "Dave got elected as class president, isn't that great." I felt myself smile. Yeah, that was pretty great; Doc would be a good class president. And Mom sound like a well Mom. And with Doc she had been able to have her second shot with a kid, and this one was semi more normal than me, even if this one was of intelligence far beyond his years.

"That's great!" I cheered with enthusiasm.

"It is, isn't it? He's so happy and he has so many ideas." Oh, I was sure he did and I was amused to hear which one of his ideas he was going to put forward first.

"Brad's won his third wrestling championships." Mom continued though I don't know why she bothered with Brad since neither Brad or I cared what the other was doing with our lives, well ok, not totally true in Brad's case; he liked to know what I was doing and what trouble I had gotten myself into so that he can spread the dirt about me around with others, though now a days no one really cared what I was up to. I mean, I had left school three years ago; I still had as much of an idea of what I wanted to do with my life as I did then. I wasn't married yet, though I have to admit that there were some strong hints that I wasn't going to remain as a girlfriend for much longer, the next step in the relationship was coming ever closer. The only huge changes in my life really in the pass three years, was the fact that I was back in New York.

Why was I back? Because I needed a hit of the city life before I went back to Carmel to live there for the rest of my years. And also Jesse had wanted to see New York and study here for a time. He prefers Carmel as I suspected.

"And Jake is getting married." This sentence dragged me out of my thoughts with force. I could hear Mom's excitement and that she was bouncing on the kitchen tiles. I wondered if she had been holding back to make the whole thing more dramatic. Then what she said finally sunk in.

"What!" I gagged. Sleepy? MARRYING! To who?

"Suze, it's not really that surprising." Mom chide me. Not surprising? Sleepy marrying wasn't surprising? Since when did he care about something other than sleep and money? I didn't ask Mom this, but I was tempted. I was also tempted to ask who too, but that would have let Mom on that I hadn't been listening.

"She's a very nice girl, Suze, you'd really like her." Uh huh, yeah, nice girl and me really liking her, in the same sentence, I mean, not many nice, normal girls liked me much, they found me weird and scary, so why would this nice, normal girl like me anymore? I didn't say this either.

"Great, I'm really glad for him, send him my congratulations." I said with as much sincerity and enthusiasm as I could muster this early in the morning.

"Speaking of marriage, Suze when are you and Jesse going to tie the knot." Mom asked me with mocking innocence. I started gagging again. Ok, sure, Jesse and I had thought about marrying, I mean, as I said earlier I was expecting him to pop the question quite soon, but to have my mother asking me so soon after thinking about it, I was speechless and embarrassed to no end.

"Um, I don't know yet, Mom. Um; I'll let you know when I do." I gushed out; the idea of hanging up sprang to mind of saving me from more embarrassment. My stomach gave an unhappy churn and a strong wave of nausea hit me.

"Oh well." I heard Mom sigh unhappily, obviously she was getting a real big high from all the marriage plans. She and the nice girl where probably running the show, cause I can't see Sleepy helping much at all.

"Yeah, sorry Mom." I mumbled, my voice muffled by my hand pressed to my mouth.

"Honey are you ok?" Mom asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, just tired."

"Honey why are did you call at 1:30 in the morning?" Mom suddenly asked me; obviously she had just done the maths of the time differences.

"Couldn't sleep." I admitted.

"Well, Sweetie, thanks for calling but I think you should get back to bed, you really don't sound well."

"It's just the flu." I mumbled.

"Well, take some medicine and get back to bed." Mom ordering made me feel like I was twelve rather than twenty-one.

"Yeah, ok, love you Mom, and say hi to everyone for me."

"I will do, so bed and we'll talk more when you come home in the holidays. Love you and send my regards to Jesse." And she hung up.

I didn't even bother hanging up, I was bolting for the bathroom, well toilet actually, my hand clamped to my mouth, trying to keep the vomit down.

"Querida?" oh damn, he was awake.

"Querida, are you alright?" Jesse tapped lightly on the bathroom door.

"I'm-I'm fine." I gasped, flushing the toilet, turning to the sink cold water and sticking my face under the freezing flow.

"Susannah?" Jesse walked into the bathroom and put his hands on my waist to steady me as I swayed by the sink.

"I'm fine, really, I am." I mumbled into his chest.

"Querida, your burning up and you just threw up, I don't call that fine." He muttered hugging me close to him.

"Ok, apart from that I'm fine; I don't need to go to the doctor."

"Susannah." He tried to argue back, but I shook my head.

"No, I don't need to see a doctor."

"Susannah, please." He begged me.

"Fine, I'll think about it." I could see he wanted to argue more, but I made a show of yawning and rubbing my eyes. He sighed heavily and helped me back to bed.

I flopped on to our bed and curl myself up into a ball. Jesse lay down behind me, his arm wrapped around my waist.

"I wished you'd just go." He mumbled unhappily, his fingers gently rubbing my belly. I shifted uncomfortable in his arms.

"Jesse, I'm not pregnant." I muttered.

"Yeah, this is exactly why I want you to see a doctor." He argued.

"Ok, I will." I sighed. I rolled over and curled into his chest.

"I'm just worried about you querida, that's all."

"I know, thanks, but really I am feeling better." This was a lie but I wanted Jesse to stop worrying about me, he had to worry about his internship at the hospital not about me and the chance of me being pregnant.

Which I'm not, I swear, I'm still having the cramps, I took those tests and they showed negative, so it must be just a bug that I haven't been able to throw for the last three and something months.

Not that I don't wanted to be pregnant, its just that I'm not ready to be a Mom and Jesse knew that, but I know that he was disappointed when I told him I wasn't.

"David is class president." I told him after a while, when it became clear that neither of us could fall back to sleep.

Jesse face broke into a pleased grin. He and David got along better than David did with his brothers, but then considering who and what his brothers are like, personally I can't blame him for attaching himself on to Jesse and considering him a role model.

"That's great, he was telling me he wanted to change the way his class was working, I'm surprised he wasn't elected earlier."

"I know, but I think it had more to do with confidence than lack of votes." I replied. I was happy, happy because I was actually here, here with Jesse, just talking without fear of interruption. Damn, should have held my thought.

"Hello?"

Jesse and I looked towards the bottom of our bed, at the old woman who stood there, looking extremely confused as to why she was there.

I fought down a groan, I was so not in the mood for a ghost, especially one who looked like she couldn't remember her last name let alone why she hadn't moved on to where ever she was suppose to.

"Hello." Jesse greeted her with more grace than I could have manage at lunch time let alone 2:00 am. He was even gracious enough to actually get out of bed and pull on a shirt for the blushing old lady, which was more than I did, I continued to stay curled up under the covers, trying to keep warm by pulling my knee length shirt over my legs.

"How can we help you?"

"Oh well I'm not truly sure, actually." The lady admitted. I rolled my eyes.

"What is your name?" Jesse asked her gently.

"Margaret Sallony." Ok, so the lady could remember her last name, that didn't mean she knew why she was still here. Which was Jesse's next question.

"Why are you still here? How did you come to be here?" he asked her gently.

"I don't know." She sighed and smiled dreamily at Jesse, ew. "But can you help me find out?"

"We will do our best to help you." He looked back at me and I nodded. Well, it wasn't as if I could tell her to go away and not help her. That was such a, well Paul thing to do.

The lady looked from Jesse to me, her face critical, taking me in, judging me against what she thought a man like Jesse should have as a girlfriend.

"We just need to know a bit more about you before we can help you." Jesse said, drawing her attention away from me.

I lay back against my pillows, my head was swimming and I was feeling sick again. I thought maybe because my head was so thick with fog that was the reason why I saw a huge blankness forming behind the old lady.

"Eh, Jesse." I interrupted them. Jesse looked at me in concern, obviously worried by my white face. The old lady shot me a disgruntled look.

"What is it querida?"

"Am I seeing things? Or is there a moving black thing on the wall?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the blackness.

Jesse looked away from me, over the old lady's head at the wall behind her. His dark eyes widen, his mouth dropped when the blackness suddenly snarled.

"Eh? Jesse." I moved towards him, my arm reaching out to grab him and pull him away from the blackness that was continuing to growl.

A sharp pain suddenly struck me from within my midriff area. I let out a strangled gasp of pain, my hand outstretch towards Jesse fell to wrap itself around my waist.

As the pain within me intensified the blackness on the wall suddenly formed the head of a dog. The most ugly and fierce dog I had ever seen.

The old lady let out a petrified scream and ran to grab Jesse, but the dog head lunged at her, snapping her up screaming into its mouth.

The moment the dog creature mouth went around her, she disappeared with a 'poof'. The creature turned to look at Jesse, who seemed frozen to the spot.

"Jesse!" I hissed at him. My midriff still ached but that didn't stop me from lunging at him to drag him away from be snapped up.

I knocked him to the ground between our bed and bedroom wall, the black dog snarling above our heads.

I, wincing, looked up at it. It snarled at me, but didn't come any closer. It sniffed at my face and let out a small growl, before it was gone. I'm serious, it was there, and then it wasn't.

"Querida? Are you alright?" Jesse asked me; seemingly he had found his voice again.

I dropped my head to his shoulder, burying my head against his neck.

"Querida?" his voice had a panic note to it so I thought I had better answer.

"I've been better." I grumbled. I looked up from his neck and back around at the wall. "What was that thing?" I whispered.

"I have no idea." He whispered back. He frowned suddenly, as if in deep concentration and placed a hand on my stomach as I sat up off him.

"Eh? What?" I asked, staring at his hand on my belly.

"Um, nothing, I just…" he trailed off and shook his head. "It's nothing." He dropped his hand from my stomach and looked around the room as I crawled back on to bed. Jesse probably would have helped me if I had asked him too, I had been tempted to do just that, but I decided against it mainly because well I was already half on the bed when the idea occurred to me.

"Are you sure you're alright querida?" he looked at anxiously. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Oh please, I've had way worst then being winded from knocking you to ground." I said laughing weakly. Despite my macho attitude, I hurt all over. My nausea had decided that at this moment it wanted to be the centre of my problems.

"I gotta go." I said, shooting of the bed and bolting for the bathroom slamming the door behind me.

Who cared about the ugly dog face thing when you had your head stuck over the toilet heaving your guts out for no apparent reason. I mean, if there was an actual, logical reason as to why I was throwing up every freaking minute of the day, for example, if I was pregnant, I might have been a little more gracious about the whole thing. But I'm not pregnant! I was perfectly healthy up to three months ago, so what was it the throwing up?

I could hear Jesse pacing unhappily outside the bathrooms closed door, knowing that he dared even to stick his head around the door, I'd hit him. That was how great a mood I was in.

Author's Note: So what do you think? Is it ok? and the characters, are they ok?
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