AN- Thanks for the great reviews!!! So happy!!! Somebody asked what pendeho means. Well, there's no exact translation for it in English, but let's just say that...well, it's a veeery improper word. Read and Enjoy!!!
For a second, a very loooong second, I just kind of stood there, gawking at him, and it occurred to me that if I turned my head at just the right angle, I could get a better shot of Jesse's inspirational abs. Then what he had said actually registered, and sort of ruined my moment.
"She's a WHAT?"
"A demon," Jesse repeated. "You know, the guardians of the "spirit world", as you call it, the holders of the keys, private demons, general demons, royal demons…" He glanced at me, seeing that I wasn't getting any of this. "Susannah…D-E-M-O-N-S."
"Um…I have no idea what you're talking about."
Jesse sighed. "You mean to tell me, that you are a mediator, who aids ghosts in getting to wherever they're supposed to be, and you don't know what demons are? Demons are the basics of the basics, querida."
"Look, Jesse," I shuffled my feet. "I never heard of demons. I mean, I heard of them, but I didn't know they were real. What do they do? Are they important?"
"Well, yeah, I guess they're pretty important…I don't know much about them. They're very mysterious. They pretty much take care of keeping things on earth in order. The only specific job I know that they do is referring ghosts to a mediator that suits them. Of course, the ghosts don't always listen…"
"Like you?" I said with a smirk, folding my arms.
"Well…yes," Jesse said, smiling a little. "They referred me to this really old mediator. I went to him for help, but he couldn't even hear anything I said. He kept saying in this British accent, 'What did you say, lad? Buck up boy!', so I just left."
I laughed out loud. They mental image of Jesse talking to a deaf old British guy was too much. Then I got this image of Jesse in britches and a top hat (don't ask me how I thought of that one) and I had to laugh some more. I mean, just think about it.
Jesse was looking annoyed. "Well, it wouldn't be that funny if it had been you trying to find out where you're supposed to go," he grumbled. I saw the corners of his mouth turning upwards, though, and knew he was trying not to laugh.
"Oh, god," I said, wiping the tears from my eyes. I hoped no one had heard me cracking up for apparently no reason. It had been pretty loud. "Oh…jeez…anyway, Jesse, um – why do you think that, uh, demon, was here, then?"
Jesse shrugged. "I told you, nobody knows much about what the demons are here for." He frowned then. "Though I have to admit, I've never seen one of them among the living. It's a bit…strange."
"Hmmm…" I put a finger to my chin, thinking. "Well…have you seen her before?"
Jesse's brows furrowed in thought. "Come to think of it, I have. A few times."
Uh oh. I didn't like that.
"Do you have any idea why?"
"No, Susannah. Unless…"
"Unless what?" I said anxiously. This was starting to worry me.
"Unless…I've overstayed my welcome on earth."
That was what did it. I was going to have to kick this girl's butt now. Nobody was taking my Jesse anywhere. "I won't let her take you, Jesse. I promise," I said, giving him a look that I hoped would tell him my feelings for him without me actually having to say them.
Because I loved the guy to death, literally, and I couldn't bring myself to tell him.
But if Jesse read the words in my eyes, then he surely didn't heed them. Because then he smirked at me in a way that made my spine tingle. "Oh…" I breathed involuntarily. It was amazing how fast my heart was suddenly pounding just because he was looking at me.
"And why," Jesse said, smiling sweetly, "would you want me to stay here, querida?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow up, folding his arms, and leaning against the wall.
That killed me right there. My knees started wobbling. "Because…because I…because I lo –"
AHHHHHHH! I ALMOST SAID IT AGAIN, DAMMIT!!!!!!
I took a deep breath, and gave him a sweet smile of my own. "Because, Jesse, that would mean I worked so hard to bring you back from the Shadowland for no reason. I mean, I wouldn't have bothered if I had known you were going back there, anyway."
"You wouldn't have?" Jesse asked in his deep, silky voice.
"Um – uh…" he caught me off guard again. I really couldn't take much more of this before I broke and started groveling at the guy's feet.
And let me tell you, Jesse would never let me live it down.
Just then, the speaker went off: "All students are to report to their next class. Thank you."
"Oh, gosh, I've gotta go! Next class, you know – we'll talk more at home!" And I walked away as quickly as I could as the halls started filling up with students.
"Bye, querida," I heard Jesse call out. I turned just in time to glimpse him before he dematerialized. And just for a second, I could have sworn I caught him leering at me.
Jesse. Leering. At me. Those four words do not belong in a sentence together.
It was after school, as I was heading for the exit, when Cee Cee caught up to me.
"Suze!" she called out breathlessly. "Wait!"
I stopped and turned. "Oh, hey, Cee Cee. What's up?" She was bent over, breathing like she had just run a marathon. "Jeez, Cee – you must really be out of shape."
Cee Cee looked daggers at me. "Don't remind me. Anyway – I think I found some stuff on the Dark Throne thing you were talking about. It's kind of interesting." She handed me a thick packet of papers.
"Cee Cee – I asked you to do a little research, not to write a report."
"It all has to do with some ancient Greek legend," she said, ignoring me. "About demons and how they control the traffic of the spirit world."
You can guess that she totally got my attention with that last statement. Man, who needs old Father Dom when I've got Cee Cee? She's my personal secretary! (I mean that in a good way – like – uh…I'll just shut up now)
"Well," I asked, getting anxious now, "what about them?"
"The demons are said to guide lost souls to their final destinations," Cee Cee continued. Jeez, they take credit for my job? I do not like demons. "But there's an ancient prophecy about a dynasty of all-powerful demons that have been slowly gaining power since the dawn of time. The highest one, known as the "Dark One", sits in the Dark Throne. He has many sons, all of whom could become the "Unholy One", the heir to the Dark Throne."
Crap. Paul.
"But only one of them, of course, can become the Unholy One and the ruler of the cosmos. It is also said that the Unholy One will have to take a wife – I think that's the queen you told me about – in order to spawn his own sons. It is one of his sons that is prophesized to one day destroy the universe. And there's this other side story about this female demon who will rebel against the Dark Dynasty and try to open the gateway to Hell. Well, anyway – it's all in there, everything you need to know about the Dark Throne."
"Thanks," I murmured. I had a lot to think about, now. Great. I just defeated Maria and Diego like, two weeks ago, and now I have to deal with ancient demon prophecies.
This is way uncool.
Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to really figure out the meaning behind all the prophesies until late that night.
And by then it was already too late for me and Jesse.
AN- Sorry this chapter was so short, but I'm trying to get out a chapter a day. I am determined to finish this fic, hopefully, this week.
For a second, a very loooong second, I just kind of stood there, gawking at him, and it occurred to me that if I turned my head at just the right angle, I could get a better shot of Jesse's inspirational abs. Then what he had said actually registered, and sort of ruined my moment.
"She's a WHAT?"
"A demon," Jesse repeated. "You know, the guardians of the "spirit world", as you call it, the holders of the keys, private demons, general demons, royal demons…" He glanced at me, seeing that I wasn't getting any of this. "Susannah…D-E-M-O-N-S."
"Um…I have no idea what you're talking about."
Jesse sighed. "You mean to tell me, that you are a mediator, who aids ghosts in getting to wherever they're supposed to be, and you don't know what demons are? Demons are the basics of the basics, querida."
"Look, Jesse," I shuffled my feet. "I never heard of demons. I mean, I heard of them, but I didn't know they were real. What do they do? Are they important?"
"Well, yeah, I guess they're pretty important…I don't know much about them. They're very mysterious. They pretty much take care of keeping things on earth in order. The only specific job I know that they do is referring ghosts to a mediator that suits them. Of course, the ghosts don't always listen…"
"Like you?" I said with a smirk, folding my arms.
"Well…yes," Jesse said, smiling a little. "They referred me to this really old mediator. I went to him for help, but he couldn't even hear anything I said. He kept saying in this British accent, 'What did you say, lad? Buck up boy!', so I just left."
I laughed out loud. They mental image of Jesse talking to a deaf old British guy was too much. Then I got this image of Jesse in britches and a top hat (don't ask me how I thought of that one) and I had to laugh some more. I mean, just think about it.
Jesse was looking annoyed. "Well, it wouldn't be that funny if it had been you trying to find out where you're supposed to go," he grumbled. I saw the corners of his mouth turning upwards, though, and knew he was trying not to laugh.
"Oh, god," I said, wiping the tears from my eyes. I hoped no one had heard me cracking up for apparently no reason. It had been pretty loud. "Oh…jeez…anyway, Jesse, um – why do you think that, uh, demon, was here, then?"
Jesse shrugged. "I told you, nobody knows much about what the demons are here for." He frowned then. "Though I have to admit, I've never seen one of them among the living. It's a bit…strange."
"Hmmm…" I put a finger to my chin, thinking. "Well…have you seen her before?"
Jesse's brows furrowed in thought. "Come to think of it, I have. A few times."
Uh oh. I didn't like that.
"Do you have any idea why?"
"No, Susannah. Unless…"
"Unless what?" I said anxiously. This was starting to worry me.
"Unless…I've overstayed my welcome on earth."
That was what did it. I was going to have to kick this girl's butt now. Nobody was taking my Jesse anywhere. "I won't let her take you, Jesse. I promise," I said, giving him a look that I hoped would tell him my feelings for him without me actually having to say them.
Because I loved the guy to death, literally, and I couldn't bring myself to tell him.
But if Jesse read the words in my eyes, then he surely didn't heed them. Because then he smirked at me in a way that made my spine tingle. "Oh…" I breathed involuntarily. It was amazing how fast my heart was suddenly pounding just because he was looking at me.
"And why," Jesse said, smiling sweetly, "would you want me to stay here, querida?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow up, folding his arms, and leaning against the wall.
That killed me right there. My knees started wobbling. "Because…because I…because I lo –"
AHHHHHHH! I ALMOST SAID IT AGAIN, DAMMIT!!!!!!
I took a deep breath, and gave him a sweet smile of my own. "Because, Jesse, that would mean I worked so hard to bring you back from the Shadowland for no reason. I mean, I wouldn't have bothered if I had known you were going back there, anyway."
"You wouldn't have?" Jesse asked in his deep, silky voice.
"Um – uh…" he caught me off guard again. I really couldn't take much more of this before I broke and started groveling at the guy's feet.
And let me tell you, Jesse would never let me live it down.
Just then, the speaker went off: "All students are to report to their next class. Thank you."
"Oh, gosh, I've gotta go! Next class, you know – we'll talk more at home!" And I walked away as quickly as I could as the halls started filling up with students.
"Bye, querida," I heard Jesse call out. I turned just in time to glimpse him before he dematerialized. And just for a second, I could have sworn I caught him leering at me.
Jesse. Leering. At me. Those four words do not belong in a sentence together.
It was after school, as I was heading for the exit, when Cee Cee caught up to me.
"Suze!" she called out breathlessly. "Wait!"
I stopped and turned. "Oh, hey, Cee Cee. What's up?" She was bent over, breathing like she had just run a marathon. "Jeez, Cee – you must really be out of shape."
Cee Cee looked daggers at me. "Don't remind me. Anyway – I think I found some stuff on the Dark Throne thing you were talking about. It's kind of interesting." She handed me a thick packet of papers.
"Cee Cee – I asked you to do a little research, not to write a report."
"It all has to do with some ancient Greek legend," she said, ignoring me. "About demons and how they control the traffic of the spirit world."
You can guess that she totally got my attention with that last statement. Man, who needs old Father Dom when I've got Cee Cee? She's my personal secretary! (I mean that in a good way – like – uh…I'll just shut up now)
"Well," I asked, getting anxious now, "what about them?"
"The demons are said to guide lost souls to their final destinations," Cee Cee continued. Jeez, they take credit for my job? I do not like demons. "But there's an ancient prophecy about a dynasty of all-powerful demons that have been slowly gaining power since the dawn of time. The highest one, known as the "Dark One", sits in the Dark Throne. He has many sons, all of whom could become the "Unholy One", the heir to the Dark Throne."
Crap. Paul.
"But only one of them, of course, can become the Unholy One and the ruler of the cosmos. It is also said that the Unholy One will have to take a wife – I think that's the queen you told me about – in order to spawn his own sons. It is one of his sons that is prophesized to one day destroy the universe. And there's this other side story about this female demon who will rebel against the Dark Dynasty and try to open the gateway to Hell. Well, anyway – it's all in there, everything you need to know about the Dark Throne."
"Thanks," I murmured. I had a lot to think about, now. Great. I just defeated Maria and Diego like, two weeks ago, and now I have to deal with ancient demon prophecies.
This is way uncool.
Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to really figure out the meaning behind all the prophesies until late that night.
And by then it was already too late for me and Jesse.
AN- Sorry this chapter was so short, but I'm trying to get out a chapter a day. I am determined to finish this fic, hopefully, this week.