Guess who's back, back again, sheep queen's back, tell a friend!

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*

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I'm sorry I haven't updated, but I've been really busy because my dumbass teachers don't realize that their students are supposed to have lives!

And now on with the chapter!

Chapter Three;

Domestic Strangeness and Paul
Oh...k, well that was weird. A strange and I mean strange, leather clad chick just materialized into my bedroom, beat up my boyfriend (ok wishful thinking, the boyfriend part, not the beating part), prophesized doom, gave me a black swirly rock, and told me she was a demonslayer. No wonder my brain has short circuited. I don't know what to think, hell, I don't even know how to think. Either Rowan is telling the truth or she has watch way to many episodes of Buffy.

Wait, hold on... if she is a demonslayer and she is going after Paul then that would make him a... demon? NO WAY!!! He may be an arse, but does that make him a creature of evil?...Yup definitely and it would explain a lot about that guy...

"Suze!" yelled an extremely loud voice belonging to Dopey, the dumbest Ackerman boy, "Dinner! Now!" Honestly, he couldn't just act like a normal person and just calmly walk up the stairs and tell me that I have to come downstairs for Andy's meal ritual. I mean, will all the yelling he does between domestic screeches, football chants and watching Hellraiser 3, he's gonna rupture his vocal chords.

Looking up I saw Jesse sitting in his usual spot, the window seat, absentmindedly petting Spike, our ugly cat who hates me, and staring into space. "Um Jesse, I have to go down to eat dinner. I'll be back in a little bit... Are u sure you're ok because you look kind of...um...dead."

He looked up at me as though I was crazy and talking to me was like explaining something to a 3 year old. "Susannah, I am dead."

Great job Suze. Way to make the guy fall in love with you. Remind him that he was murdered by his hoopskirt-wearing ex-fiancé and her less-than- spiffie, but rich new husband in this very room. Like I said, great job Suze. "Right... I meant dead as in like dazed."

"Very well querida," he said, no emotion present in his now monotone voice."

"K, I'll...um...see you after dinner?" Yeah Suze, very smooth.

"I'll be here."

"K...um bye." And I ran out of the door as fast as I could without tripping over my own feet. When it comes to keeping cool around Jesse and hot guys in general, yeah I completely suck. I ran down the stairs, checking the clock. God I'm late; Andy's gonna kill me!

********JESSE'S POINT OF VIEW*******

"Poor querida," I say to Spike," so much pressure on her shoulders. I can't add to it by telling her how much I love her. I mean, only her and Father Dominic can actually see me. We have no future together. What do you think Spike?"

*Purr!*

"Well you always were the optimistic one." Then, unexpectedly and out of no where, came a gigantic, muscly ghost that looked like what they now call a biker. "Susannah is down stairs eating, but if you wait hear I'm sure..."
The rest of my polite reply was cut off by a bit of impoliteness. The man lifted me by the throat and growled, "Sorry pretty boy, but the master wanted to see you."

This seems to be happening a lot today, I thought, as I spiraled into darkness...

When I finally woke up, I was chained to a rather unpleasant wall in an unplesanter looking medieval-like dungeon. And then Paul Slater's face loomed out of the darkness.

"Well," he said with a sneer, "hello Jesse."
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