A/N: Here ya go, here's your second! I know I promised romance in the genres, but its coming, I promise. Just a teaser here. ;-) P.s.- I HATE THIS INTERNET CONNECTION! No fear, however, the special Comcast people are coming to check on it!
"Jack!" I screamed when I'd found a spot out of earshot from anyone. Apparently, I could say it all I wanted when no one could hear me. "Jack!"
"What?" he barked, appearing two feet in front of me.
I was so angry at him, I was seeing red, and it wasn't just because he was glowing. "I know I threw up on your shoes, but you didn't have to kill me!"
He stopped and stared at me, then gave me a look and said with a major attitude I would have gotten slapped for, "You think this is about shoes?"
Now I was confused. "Wait, so if this isn't about the shoes... why did you kill me?"
He walked toward me, looking totally sexy as gave me an appraising look through his overlong bangs. "You are not normal girl."
You have no idea, I thought and started when he smiled.
"Oh, yes I do. Not just any girl walks onto my ship and gets contacted by my minions."
My jaw dropped. "What- how-?"
"It comes with the soul salvager thing," he told me conversationally. "Just like the aura-reading thing, but you would know about that."
I stared at him, sizing him up. "So you knew, all this time? About my abilities? Then why did you wait to kill me?"
"I didn't have to, until you started screaming at my ghosts in public," he sulked. "You didn't leave me much of a choice. And now, thanks to you-" the snotty tone was back- "my whole plan has to be re-ordered. As soon as your half-wit brother tells your father what happened, they'll be looking for your body, and they'll know something's wrong. That's not part of the plan, because they can't know anything. Anything. If they get suspicious and turn back to port- well, let's just say strike three."
"Wait, hold it, stop." I put my hand s up in front of me. "What do you mean, they'll be looking for my body? Its right in the cargo hold! Jeff knows where it is!"
He gave me that smile that had turned my heart for a very different reason earlier. "Are you sure about that?"
The explosion of anger before had been a grenade. What I was feeling now was a nuclear war. "Jack. What. Did. You. Do."
"It's apparent that you're pretty powerful. I can't have you running around my ship doing whatever you want." I started to cut in, but he continued talking. "You do what I say and I might return your soul to your body. You mess things up and I'll throw it overboard, and I hope you like the bottom of the ocean, because as it stands, you're still attatched to your body. You'll be down there till Kingdom Come."
"Empty threat," I told him quietly. "I know right where my body is. As you said, I'm pretty attatched."
He cocked his head and grinned. "Do you? Prove it."
I closed my eyes and concentrated. There it was, just like it had been before, but it was at the edge of my consciousness, like when you lose your train of thought and can't quite remember what you were talking about before. I could feel it there, but where I had no clue.
I opened my eyes, leveling him with my iciest green stare. "I hate you."
He raised an eyebrow. "You think you hate me now? I've made you my personal assistant." He leaned forward, putting his lips against my ear as he whispered, "Just wait."
And then he was gone.
