Author's Note: Ok, Hi, so here's Chapter 2. This fic is fun and easy to write when I'm stuck on my other fic's, which I am at the ment, which kinda stinks, since I know exactly what I want to happen and how it happens, I just can't seem to be able to get it right when I'm typing it. Very frustrating. Also my grammar in my other fic is also getting me down, since it's so terrible, hopefully my grammar will be better in this fic.
But yeah, I hope people will enjoy this fic, if you do please review, if you don't still review so that i can write it to make it better.
Chapter 2
And my mood didn't improve much over the next two weeks.
Something strange was happening in the spiritual side of the world.
A bad sort of strange.
The thing that made my mood so bad was not only that I still felt sick, but because neither Jesse nor I knew what was causing the strange and the ghosts we met with, all had an idea but none could tell their secrets before the huge ugly black dog appeared, coming out of nowhere and snapped them up and then would disappear again.
It also tried to do this to Jesse the first couple of times we met it, but it seems to have given up on him.
It had no interest in me, well actually, it seemed to have quite a bit of interest in me, but it didn't want to come anywhere near me for some absurd reason. Maybe the reason was that I hadn't been or just plain out not dead had something to with it.
Jesse had been a ghost for a century and a half and the people it seemed to be targeting were ghosts, so since I was neither but could still see it, I guess I was freaking it out a bit.
"What's on your mind, Simon?" Gina demanded as we walked threw our university campus. I'm only calling it "our" university with quotation marks because Gina had to basically drag me to the front office to sign in. Not that I don't want to be in Uni, I do, it just I don't know what I want to be and I had no choice in the courses I'm in because Gina chose them pretty much for me because she wanted someone, she knew in her classes with her.
I have absolutely zero interest in half the classes I am taking, but at least I have a friend to talk to and to complain to, or I did complain to when it didn't have anything to do with the G word. I mean the Ghost word not Gina.
"Nothing that has anything do with physiological trauma of owning an evil cat." I mumbled.
"What? Oh are you talking about that evil…" she started but I quickly held up my hand.
"Remember the last time you insulted that cat." I reminded her. Her eyes widen slightly and she looked quickly around her. I smirked at her over cautiousness. She was in no real danger of nail polish suddenly floating over and spilling all over her clothes by an unseen force, like what had happen to her five years ago, but back then Jesse had been a ghost and now he's human so the likelihood of him doing something like that again was unlikely, even so it is still unwise to insult Spike in front of him.
"So what's up?" Gina asked, returning to my dismay back to the subject I was trying to divert from.
"Nothing." I snapped. Gina looked at me critically.
"Are you sure? Cause your acting a bit… weird. Weirder than usual, I mean."
I laughed, trying to sound casual but if I sounded fake my ears, I dreaded how I sounded to Gina's.
"Simon."
"Really, I'm fine, I'm just not sleeping well, and that's all."
"Spending every hour throwing up?" she asked me lightly but in a tone that suggested she knew the reason why I was throwing up.
"I'm not pregnant." I almost yelled.
"I didn't say anything." Gina said still sounding calm, but her eyes had their annoying glint in them now. "But you sort of let on what some of your problem is." Gina said wisely. I hated the fact that my best friend was taking psychology. She is actually really good at it, which for me is a real bummer, considering now she was learning all these tricks to try and make me spill my beans about my secrets. I was now guessing what she had been trying to get it out of me, whether or not I was pregnant. Which I'm not, I wish people would just get this simple fact into their thick heads.
"I'm not." I growled at her.
"But you were hoping you were?" she asked me.
"No, I'm actually relieved I'm not."
"So why are you so sick? How do you know you're not pregnant? You have a lot of the systems."
"Cause I took those stupid tests and they where negative and I'm still having my cramps. Happy now?" I demanded, but of cause I knew she wasn't, she wouldn't be happy until she found out exactly what was wrong with me.
"I think you need to see a doctor and get a doctor's opinion, you do know those test can be wrong and in some cases women can still get the cramps while their carrying the kid." I felt my mouth drop.
"But I thought that was the whole point of getting pregnant, so that you wouldn't get the cramps for nine and whatever months." I argued back in mock horror, while trying to ignore the sinking feeling in my gut. Gina shrugged.
"Some women are so unlucky." She said her tone still light but she was watched my facial features closely.
"Slee- Jake's getting married." I said suddenly, hoping this topic would interest her and take her mind away from me. She, to my slight amusement and chagrin, looked extremely unhappy about this news.
"Since when?" she asked coolly, completely ignoring several boys walking by us, all of whom tried to catch her attention with some witty comment, that I didn't get and didn't care to either.
"A couple of weeks back." I said. I wasn't entirely sure when Jake became engaged but I knew it was more than three weeks ago.
"To who? Kelly what's- her- name?" We walked up the main steps to the university's huge library. A library that, I kept telling myself that I need to bring David to.
"I'm not sure, Mom never actually got around to telling me her name." she probably had told me, but I hadn't been listening at the time.
"I'll find out when I go down for the summer." Summer break being only a week. Gina nodded, her face pulled into a frown. She wasn't a huge fan of Jesse and my plans to move back to Carmel in the near future.
She muttered something like, "I want details," before storming off upstairs to the psychology section of the library, leaving me to wander around, trying to think which of my end of term projects I wanted to start first.
All of a sudden I felt very tired and I flopped into the nearest comfy chair.
I couldn't wait for summer break, to be able to just go to Carmel and relax, not that Carmel was always relaxing for me, but at least I could get away from the school work part of my life.
I was extremely tempted to just curl up in the comfy chair and sleep, but an ear splintering scream made me desert the idea.
I looked around me wildly, but saw that no one else had reacted to the scream, suggesting two things, one and this was the one I hoped for, the scream was the cause of a big joke that had nothing do with a ugly black dog thing or two that the scream was the scream of a ghost, that no one could see or hear and this screaming ghost was being attacked by the ugly black dog. Sometimes my life seems to be filled with first, second and sometimes third and forth options and I could never go with the option I hoped for.
I got up from my chair and ran towards the direction of the scream, which I was helped in finding by a second and third scream, leading me for the library usually deserted downstairs old newspaper clips room.
Sure enough, as soon as I was down there, I saw the ugly mongrel cornering another poor old soul; this one had the looks of once being the old Liberian of the Uni's library.
The old Liberian looked terrified, well duh, I would be to with this black thing snarling and snapping at me.
"Oh please," she whispered to me in petrified voice, "please help me."
"Don't worry, that's why I'm here." I said with a reassuring smile. Well, I hope it was reassuring to her, because I wasn't feeling at all confident about this.
Oh sure, Jesse and I had met the thing over the pass two weeks, but that didn't mean we had any idea how to fight it or get rid of it, I mean none of the usual stuff we do didn't work on it, barely left a scratch on the ugly thing, not that I was going to tell this old lady that.
"Hey Ugly." I couldn't think of anything else, plus it is true, it was ugly. The dog creature looked at me and snarled, but its snarl was more withdrawn, its red eyes weren't a bright and glaring as they stared at me.
"Listen, Ugly, you need to get lost or I swear I'll…" I looked it up and down, I'll what? Pull its tail? Take away its favourite chew toy? What was I suppose to do?
"Listen lady, you need to go." I told the old lady, wondering why she hadn't just fled already.
"I can't." she wailed.
"Why?" I demanded exasperated. I didn't want to look away from the dog thing, but it seemed I had no choice. I looked away from the blaring red eyes to the old lady's watery blue ones.
"I can't move, it is on my shadow." I felt my eyebrows go up. Shadow? Ghosts don't have shadows, so how could the creature be on it?
"What?"
"My shadow, I can't move because it is on it." She wailed. Her voice was getting all the more distressed.
"Ok, ok, calm down, please. I'll try and get it off your shadow." However my promise was un-necessary, for as soon as I finished my sentence, a sharp, skin crawling whistle echo threw out the room and the Dog howled in response.
It lunged forward and ran pass me and up the stairs.
"Stay here or better yet, move on." I yelled at the shaking old lady as I sprinted after the creature.
I cringed every time the creature came close to someone but it never hit them, it always ran straight threw them as if the people around it weren't there. I, however, had to go threw the trouble of actually having to dodge people and have them glaring at me if I bumped into them.
I ran out of the library, down the front steps and out of the uni campus. It didn't take me long to figure out where the mongrel was running for, Central Park.
My legs where beginning to ache, but I ignored them and continued to power on even with all the strange looks I knew where being sent my way by tourists, but I couldn't care.
I often don't like going into Central Park, to many ghosts there, old ones, new ones, doesn't matter there always there, can never figure out how to get rid of them, I just learnt to get use to them always being around. That was why when I entered the park and continued to run threw it and saw no one, no Ghosts, I mean, I started to freak out. I mean there where ghosts here from when before my Dad died here, and now there where none. None greeted me, none made rude hand gestures at me, none went on by on their merry way not knowing they were dead. NONE!
I came to one of the darkest parts of the park and saw that the mongrel stopped, in front of one of those StarGate rings, except this one was red and fire like, rather than blue and watery.
The mongrel snarled at me as it back into the StarGate thing.
I heard howl behind me and swang around. There was another one! Oh crap!
The one who had just arrived snapped at me before snarling at the one by the Gate who growl back in response. They both glared at me with burning eyes. I was in trouble, I knew that now. I was in bigger trouble than I had ever been before, I realised, because these things could do more than kill me, I could just tell, that if they did kill me and took my soul, well, I don't think I'm going to be reincarnated or going to heaven or whatever.
The mongrel which had arrived only moments before suddenly lunged towards me. I let out a scream and flung myself to the ground in front of a tree with great big roots, that I curled myself up by. I wasn't stupid enough to try and fight these things.
The ugly mongrel landed just in front of me and growled at me, raising one of its huge black paws with sharp black claws above my head.
"No!" I screamed and threw a hand out in front of me, in the general direction of the beast. I closed my eyes in terror; I didn't want to see my death, not at the paws of this ugly thing.
My midriff grew suddenly warm, the warmth rising up threw my body into my outstretched hand and then I heard a strangled yelp of pain. My eyes flew open and I stared, my mouth dropping.
The beast that had been about to kill me, was howling its head off sporting a huge wound across its chest and right shoulder, the fur and flesh around the wound where smoking and thick black blood dripped from the wound.
I pressed one hand to my mouth, to try keep the nausea down in my stomach.
The mongrel by the Gate let out a sharp bark and jumped into the Gate and disappeared. The wounded one looked from the Gate to me, deep loathing in its eyes as it glared at me. It let out a snarl and moved its great, ugly head forward so that I could actually smell it smoking fur and it gross smelling blood.
It glared into my face, before lowing its head to my stomach and sniffed. I shrank further into the tree root that I was pressed against. It nudged my stomach with its snout and I felt sharp pain erupt from the spot where its snout had touched. I fought back a scream, but suddenly the pain was gone and the creature couldn't come near me. It tried but it was like it continued to hit an invisible wall.
It snarled in frustration and head butted the invisible wall again, but was stopped from doing so again by another whistle that made me shake to my bones.
With one last snap of its jaws, it turned on its heel and disappeared into the Gate. And as soon as all of the beasts were in, the Gate disappeared too and it was like it had never been there, except that all the plants and trees in this section were dead.
I got up, cringing a little and walked to where the Gate had been. There really was no sign it had been there, except… I stared at the ground, where there was a straight line of ash were it had been. I rubbed my face, none of this made any sense.
But when did anything to do with ghosts ever make sense?
I left the park, brushing myself down repeatedly, I really didn't want to be question by Jesse as to why I was so dirty and to then be ridiculed about being reckless before I could get the full story out, so my plan was to tell him the full story and then let him have free leash to scold me as much as he wanted.
When I got back to the library, I found Gina flirting with several guys most of whom I didn't know, but with dating Jesse I didn't pay all that much attention to any other members of the opposite sex.
When she saw me, she waved to me to join in; I waved back but shook my head. I knew I was going to be interrogated by her later on about where the heck had I been for the last hour or so anyway but I'd rather be interrogated by Jesse first.
Before I left the library again, I checked the old newspaper clippings room to see if the old Liberian was still there. She wasn't but I wasn't sure if that was because she had actually done what I had told her to do, which was to moved on or if she had just gone off somewhere else in the library or if another one of the mongrels had got her.
Great, there now seems to be more than one of those ugly things around. It made sense I guess, for there to be more than one around, with the number of ghosts that where just disappearing around New York, but the prospect of more was frightening.
I don't know what sort of threat they are to living human beings, but I knew, they couldn't be any good to the dead ones. I made another quick stop in another part of the library which was pretty much deserted too.
I sat out front of the library for another half hour waiting for Jesse to pick me up. He promised he would continue to pick me up as long as I was feeling sick. Most days I hated this, I felt like a little kid with an over protective mother (and I do know how it feels to have one of those and one was enough thank you very much), but today I was so happy that I had a boyfriend who took time out of his busy go-go schedule to take care of me. It made me feel happy and special today rather than like I was some a ten year old.
"Querida?" I looked up from the thick book in my lap to stare up at Jesse's worried face; I hadn't even heard him coming up the stairs to where I sat on the third from the top, leaning against the stone rallying.
"I'm fine." I said, before he could ask me. I held up the book from my lap and pointed to the top of the page I had just been reading. I saw his brow crease in confusion at first before his face turned white.
"You don't think querida?" he whispered threw white lips.
"That these aren't the dogs that we've been seeing? Well, if their not them, then I have really got no clue." I said calmly, which was something considering how I felt inside, which was far from calm.
"But, Susannah." He started, but words seemed to be failing him.
"Theses are… their…. I don't think." He tried again.
"They match the description perfectly." I said still calm.
"But Susannah, Hell Hounds?" he demanded, finding his voice to speak out the word at last.
"Yup." I said, "and I have something interesting to tell you." I slipped my arm threw his and we walked down the library stairs together.
Author's Note:Yup, I'm back to the superstitionand myths, if any of you have read my other fic's you see I do a lot of that and this time it's Hell Hounds, it was only a matter of time before I dragged them into a fic, just wasn't sure which one and now their in. YAY!
And yeah a reference to StarGate which I'm Disclaiming right here I don't own it neither do I own Hell Hounds. Did you know one of the most famous known Hell Hound is call Cerberus... if any of you know CardCaptor Sakura you'll get it.
So yeah thanks for reading. Review if you want Chapter 3, cause it's already done and four is almost completed.
Thanks and Bye.