'Kay, I'm soooo sorry I haven't updated this in a month. I've been pretty busy with my other stories, plus, our exams are coming up and I have to study. Big time. So, it'll probably take me another month or so to update… Unless, of course, you guys review, so… ;)

And I have a confession to make. I got the idea of the curses and cemetery burning stuff from Supernatural. (Again.) So I own nothing of that part. But, the rest of the story? I own it, 'cause it is nothing like it. So, you'll never know what to expect…

And thanks to those who were kind enough to review!


Lucky Charm? – Chapter 2:

Suze's POV:

Now that was way freaky. I looked at the piece of paper in my hand. I recognized that place. It's one of those really big houses with great views. Plus, something about it seemed familiar… Oh well. I fell asleep.

The next day…

Friday. The day I loved the best. Why? A two day vacation is coming up! I'm usually cheerful, but the whole day at school, I was very distant. I was filled with dread of what I was about to do. That's why when we were dismissed, I headed home straight away, instead of hanging out with Adam and Cee, my best friends.

When I arrived, there was nobody at home. Good. I headed up to my room and got the box. I studied it more carefully, wondering how on earth I was gonna get it open. I then noticed an engravement of a dragon on one corner. I examined it. I was poking its eye when the lid popped up. Cool.

The inside was covered with smooth velvet cloth. In the middle, was a dent that I assumed formed something. But what, I had no idea.

Sighing, I got my backpack and placed it inside, along with some money and my brass knuckles, stick and pepper spray. You know, to be on the safe side.

I drove over there. (I finally got my driver's license!)

I stopped a few blocks from the house on the address. I then started walking. Then I saw the huge house. And was it amazing. Really beautiful; it stood out.

I crept quietly. I pushed a window and smirked when I found out it was unlocked. I climbed inside. I listened, and when I heard nothing, I knew the house was empty. I saw a huge staircase near me. I quickly climbed it. Then, I went inside the third door. In the room, a sleek laptop was sitting on a table. I grinned. I found my target. I kneeled below the bed, and sure enough, there was a pouch hanging on it.

I took the box and my stick from my bag. I opened the box. I unhooked the pouch using my stick, careful not to touch it. I slid into the box and closed it.

Gathering my belongings, I quickly scooted out from the room. I sprinted down the stairs, eager to get out. I exited the house using the window. I then ran outside.

After a block, I slowed down a little, buy I was still running pretty fast. I was still thinking about what I just did when I bumped into somebody.

"Oomph-!"

Thud!

"Ow…" I groaned. I fell down and scraped my knee and both my hands. Argh! I knew I should have worn pants instead of shorts.

"Watch where…" I trailed off from my angry tirade as I looked up.

He was really tall. And really cute. Dark black hair, cute smile, olive complexion… And his eyes were so dark, I felt myself falling.

I inhaled sharply.

"There, there. Look what you did," he scolded in a chiding tone.

"Excuse me?" I asked angrily as I stood up, ignoring the hand he offered.

"You ruined that perfect skin of yours," he shook his head.

I gaped at him unbelievingly. I was about to yell at him when he interrupted me.

"What were you running from, anyway? You look like a lion was chasing you," he joked.

"That is none of your business," I informed him angrily.

"True… but that scrape of yours is. Come to my house, I'll fix that up for you," he offered.

Since it really stinged and I was pretty tired, I accepted reluctantly.

"It's just around that block," he pointed. I started panicking. The house I was just in was in that corner! What if he's Paul and that's his house? I am so dead.

"What's your name?" I asked casually.

"It's Jesse. Jesse de Silva."

I sighed in relief. "I'm Suze."

"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow. "Then good afternoon to you, Suze." He wrinkled his nose. "Are you sure that's your name?"

"Yup. Suze. Short for Susannah," I said.

"Ah. Susannah. It fits you," he smiled.

When Paul's house came into view, I started panicking. Thankfully, his house was the one beside it.

"Enter madam," he bowed.

I smiled. We entered his house. It was rather stylish and beautiful, with tasteful furnishing.

"You decorated this?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"Nope. Mi mama did," he answered. "Her, sit down."

I obediently did. He got a first aid kit from a cabinet and started applying stuff to my scrapes. His touch was very soft and gentle.

"What are you, a doctor?" I asked him, smiling.

"Well, I want to be one. I'm gonna take that course in college. I'm still a senior," he explained.

I nodded and fell silent as I watched him finish.

"There! All done!" he said.

"Thanks," I said gratefully as I stood up.

"No problem," he waved his hand. "I'll be seeing you again?"

"Maybe…" I blushed.

"Then we will. What do you say, a movie this weekend?" he asked hopefully.

"Su-"

"Yo, Jesse! You in here?'

Jesse tensed visibly. "Excuse me," he muttered.

He went out of the room to greet the guy who so rudely interrupted me.

I curiously followed him. I saw them speaking to each other in hushed tones.

"…gone…. stolen…."

The guy who Jesse was blocking suddenly stepped beside him and looked at me. He was also tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Who is this lovely lady?" he grinned. It scared me.

"Don't," Jesse warned.

I shot him a look. "I'm Suze, and I'm leaving."

"Aw, come on! Don't be like that! I'm Paul," he said, flashing a wide smile at me.

The blood in my veins froze. Paul. He is Paul. Paul. I cautiously took a step back.

Jesse stepped away and grabbed my hand, dragging me out the door.

"I'm so sorry, Susannah," he apologized. "I didn't know he would be there."

"It's OK," I said, even though it wasn't. "And by the way, you're picking me up at Saturday to watch a movie."

He grinned widely as I rattled off my address.

"I have to go now. Paul might start wondering what happened to me," he said, casting me an apologetic look.

"Bye Jesse de Silva," I whispered, smiling wistfully.

"Goodbye, mi querida," he smiled as he entered his house. "I can't wait for Saturday."

I waved one last time as he shut the door. I drove my car in a dazed expression.

I then remembered their hushed conversations. I heard something about gone and stolen. Surely they weren't talking about the thing I stole… were they? New worries came to me. What if Paul wasn't working alone, but with Jesse? Did it mean his good guy vibe was all an act? I then remembered our date. How foolish of me to tell him my address! I am so stupid! I banged my head against the wheel of the car a few times.

I then went to my room quickly. I dumped the contents of my bag on my bed. I quickly returned my stuff to where they belong. I finished and stared at the thing on my bed. I opened the box hesitantly. I got two sticks and tried to open the pouch with great difficulty, careful not to touch it.

After a while, I finally got it open. Something fell out and landed on the indentation on the box, fitting perfectly. I peered at it suspiciously and got the shock of my life when I finally realized what it was.

I can't believe this. I sneak in this house, steal this, bump into this guy, meet creepy Paul and get myself into a date I don't want to go anymore for this? This thing doesn't even work!

All of that for one stupid rabbit foot?


Yeah, I'm not so sure if this is one of my better chapters… Anyway, please spare me and please review. This took me so long to update.

Jen