Before Chapter and Previous Chapter Points:

1) I've said it before and I'll say it again. Jesse is so hot! Wait, wasn't I supposed to say something else? Oh yeah. If I owned Suze I'd make her stop being a girlie girl, if I owned Jesse I'd hug him for all eternity, and if I owned Paul I'd kick his arse and tell him to get his own girlfriend. Unfortunately, I don't own anything from the Mediator, but I can still hope. *sigh*

2) I know that kiss was kinda sudden, but since the kiss in the grave yard Jesse might feel a bit more open about his feelings for Suze.

3) Thank for the reviews! They rock! I feel so special!

4) Garrulous means talkative, in case you didn't know.

Chapter Two:

A Warning of Doom

"Well, well," drawled a voice from the window, "I'm sorry to interrupt the saliva exchange, but I need to talk to you."

My first thought: Paul! That's it! He is dead and is getting a one way ticket to a place where a mediator can't get him back! Just to let you know (incase you couldn't tell), I was mad. Nobody interrupts Jesse and I while snogging and gets away with it! He has only kissed me twice, well now twice and a half. It's a rare endangered species of Kodak moments; you can't just stop it because you feel like it! That is, unless you want my foot up your arse.

Jesse and I broke apart. Jesse blushing an amusing shade of scarlet, me getting ready to pull off something that Paul might need to have children (mini Pauls...AHH!). To my shock it wasn't Paul that looked at me from the corner of my room near the window seat. It was a woman and Paul, unless I'm quite mistaken, isn't a woman. She had raven hair and smoky tendrils of fog curled their way around her black leather clad body. She could have been any gothic college kid that does drugs on street corners, but what set her apart was a light scrawl of Arabic looking script tattooed on her cheekbone, right under riveting electric blue eyes, which looked both innocent and deadly at the same time. And Dopey thought I was in a gang?

"It's not polite stare," she said pointedly, glaring at me with her unnerving gaze. She shifted so and I could see a large and pointy knife sheathed at her belt. Jesse glared with what I hoped was some feeling protection for me and started walking towards her. He didn't creep or try to be silent because he was dead, not many people can hear or see dead people. Just as he was in front of her, he reached down to draw the blade. To my complete and utter shock she looked up straight into his eyes, grabbed his throat, lifted up what must have been 180 pounds of guy, held him up against my bedroom wall and said, "I see you." But that wasn't what scared me most, it was that she could see and touch Jesse. Only mediators could do that. There were more of us? Man, California was absolutely crawling with them. You think that they could help me with the ghostly workload, but no. Honestly, does anyone understand how much effort I putt into a non-paying job.

She glared at Jesse one last time and let him fall, now unconscious, to the ground. Then she turned and looked at me. "You are in danger. Paul Slater is going to exorcise DeSiva and take you for his own. He is driven mad by jealousy and will do anything to achieve his own goals."

I heard myself replying even though I was terrified of the strange woman who just knocked out my boyfriend, "We've dealt with Paul before; we'll deal with him again."

"You don't understand, this time he has help," she said, peering into my confused eyes, "he has allied himself with a greater power."

"Like what," I asked, still confused.

"That is not for me to say," she replied in a cryptic tone, "it will all become clear to you in time."

"Oh, yeah, thanks for the really descriptive answer."

"Here," she said, taking out a marble sized black stone that was so dark, it seemed to absorb all light, and handed it to me, "If you call me when in need, I will help you." Then she actually began to fade before my very eyes. It felt like I was in was in some Sci-Fi Channel movie that only got a quarter of a star.

"Wait!" I called, "Who are you." Yup, totally Sci-Fi Channel or Soaps.

She smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes, "Rowan," she said, still fading from view, like fog that burned off when the sun came out, "the demon-killer." Then she was gone, only little wisps of smoke remained where she once stood.

Jesse woke up after she had vanished, rubbing his neck and looking around. "What was that Susannah?"

"I don't know," I said, looking at the small black stone in my hand, "I don't know."
................................................................. Yay! Chapter 2 done. I told you it wasn't Paul by the window. Now let go through this again (with some modification). Please review, for I am Queen of the carnivorous, man-eating, kilt wearing, bagpipe playing sheep! If you don't do as I ask, they will come rip of your mattress tag AND break your eardrums with traditional Scottish bagpipe music. Once my sheep mutinied and trust me, they suck at the bagpipe. So review please!