A/N: Wow, I'm updating fast, aren't I? See, no one can complain about that. Anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed, I really appreciate it. It makes me want to work harder on the story for you guys *hint hint*. Ok, ready, on the count of three, we'll all jump into Suze-Jesse-and-Demons Wonderland. 1...2...

Chapter 3


I couldn't believe that this was actually happening to me. Jesse-er-Paul was strutting towards me like he owned the world, still with that stupid grin on his face (the kind I'd like to see on normal Jesse a little more often).

"Oh, *shit, oh *shit, oh *shit-" I was cut off as Paul grabbed me round the waist and pulled me roughly against him. I would have enjoyed this immensely if only…well, you know. But as it was, it was still Jesse's body, and his muscles flexing beneath my touch gave me a thrill.

"See? You want me just as much as I want you," Paul me, dark handsome Jesse eyes sparkling triumphantly.

"I want Jesse, not you, you nimbus," I shot back angrily. "Try raping me in your own body instead of stealing Jesse's and let's see if I react the same way."

Paul scowled. I really need to learn to bite my tongue sometimes. "Why, you little-"

"And anyways," I said bitterly, "My family will hear me screaming."

Paul's grin returned. "Oh, no they won't."

The blood drained from my face in that moment. "Why-what did you do to them!" I yelled in his face. If this guy did anything to harm my family, I swear I would rip him to shreds right here.

"As if you could," he remarked, earning a growl from me. "Anyway, they're fine. They'll be in a comatose-like state until I'm done with you, which should be about dawn."

I could hardly speak in my rage. "WHAT-"

"And," he interrupted me, leaning in and whispering into my ear, "When I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk straight for a week."

Was that supposed some kind of twisted turn-on? Because it kind of worked. I just couldn't help the thrill that ran through my body. It may have been Paul, but it was still Jesse's voice, after all. Jesse deep, silky voice saying words I'd only heard him say in my deepest fantasies.

"I think it will be the other way around," I growled out as Paul picked me up and carried me over to the bed, earning a chuckle from him. I didn't struggle. Yet. I was planning on kicking him in the groin when he least expected it.

I was surprised when, instead of throwing me on the bed and ripping my clothes off, Paul laid me in the bed with surprising tenderness. He brushed aside a lock of my hair, smiling down at me. He was looking at me with…love…?

"Please don't be afraid of me, Suze," he murmured. "I only want you to be mine…to be happy…"

Hmmm…this wasn't the perverted Paul I was expecting. In fact, he was starting to act so much like Jesse, it was hard to remember that he was Paul.

He's forcing you to have *sex, Suze. I don't think that's something Jesse would do.

"Why?" I asked, genuinely curious why the guy was so obsessed with me.

He blinked. "Why what?"

I smirked at him. "Well, you're the "demon prince" here…read my mind and find out."

He gave me a sidelong glance. "You could do it too, you know…you just have to train your mind."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. I mean, why are you so hooked on me? Why won't you take a hint and find some pretty demon girl to like you back…like Bianca?"

He made a face at me. "That *bitch?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Why me?"

He shrugged. "I can't explain it. It's just something about you…I've fallen in…love with you…" He looked at me, and his face hardened, almost like a mask. Or rather, Jesse's face, which he STOLE, damn him. "But don't worry about that now, querida," he said mockingly. "Just worry about what's I'm going to do to you tonight…"

*Bastard. He's gonna kiss me, and then I'm going to belong to him…wait, didn't he kiss me earlier…?

"Yes, I did," he said to me, crawling over me and hovering an inch over my face. I didn't like the closeness. I swallowed. "But I did it in your boyfriend's body. If I had kissed you in my true form, this little chase would be all over by now."

And he started to kiss me again. And he kissed way too good. Almost as good as Jesse, if not just as good…no, definitely not as good…but close…

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer-he smiled against my lips at this-and readied my knee at his crotch…

And I bashed my knee with all my strength into him.

He flew off of me with a cry that caught in his throat. I sat up and jumped off of the bed. "That's what you get, *asshole!!!"

"Querida-" he said, and let out a strangled cry as he fell over in agony on the floor. But there was something about his voice…

The accent! His accent was back! Jesse was back! Oh, joy, oh, rhapsody, oh *shit, I just kicked Jesse in the crotch-

I ran to his side, panicking. "Oh, god, Jesse you're back! I'm so sorry, Paul was in your body and he was trying to-"

"I know, Susannah," he choked out. "Don't worry about me-aye, carajo, punjeto, pendejo-yo voy a matar-!"

"Jesse…sorry…" It was breaking my heart to see him in that pain. I rubbed his back soothingly.

"Susannah-don't worry about me-that sonovabitch left my body when you kicked me, he didn't want to feel the pain-"

He was now rocking back and forth on floor, his eyes tearing. "You have to get out, now, Susannah, before he comes back!"

"But where-"

"Anywhere! Just run!"

I nodded at him, and ran into my closet, pulling on some sweat pants and a sweater, some sneaks, and my trusty ghost kit, just in case. I was opening the window, getting ready to leave when I turned back to Jesse, who still looked like he was in pain. I wished I could go to him and just rub…wait, let's not finish that thought. I was about to say sorry again when he gave me a look that said, "Are you stupid or something?" Wow, that's the second one I've gotten today.

"You know Jesse, he's gone. I think it's safe-"

"GO!"

"I'm going!" I shouted back indignantly. I thought of my family…Paul said they would wake up at dawn…

With one last look at Jesse-which I hoped contained my deepest, most sincere apology-I crawled out the window, climbed down, and ran.

I felt like the biggest idiot in the world. I had no nowhere to go, no reason to run, I was just pretty much taking a jog around town. The nightlife was actually pretty interesting. Weird guys with Mohawks littered the streets…all junkies, I guess. It was while I was jogging down main street, which was now almost deserted, except for the junkies, that I heard people behind me screaming.

I whipped around and saw…this really tall weird dude all dressed in black, with his hair spiked up really high, like two horns. Only he was levitating. Levitating towards me, with his arms raised high, like he was some kind of god, and…OMG, that was Paul!

Some of the junkies dropped down to their knees and started muttering. It looked like they were worshipping Paul. I decided not to ask. Paul stopped in front of me and lowered himself to the ground. "Hello, Suze," he said with a pleasant smile.

I took in his gothic outfit, the freaky hair, the black nail polish. And I burst out laughing. The junkies were eyeing me like I was crazy, but I couldn't help it…you have no idea how stupid Paul looked!

I heard Paul growl, and suddenly I was lifted into the air-and I mean, off the ground and into the air-and brought to eye level with Paul. He wasn't even touching me, I realized. He was just lifting me with…his mind, I guess. For some reason I didn't find this amusing.

"I suggest you run, Suze," he said right in my face, and dropped me to the ground. I landed painfully on my butt.

"Ugh, I hate you!" I shouted, getting up carefully, rubbing my behind.

"You don't mean that," he said in mock innocence.

That was it. The last straw. I lunged at him. And nearly lost my balance and fell as he moved to the side with impossible speed.

"Suze, you cannot fight me. Don't even try," he said with a laugh.

"I-I can take you on anytime, anyplace, *asshole! And I could kill you with my eyes closed!" Whoa, a little overconfident there. Just a little.

Paul laughed. He slid one foot forward a little and brought his hands up in the freakiest fighting stance I had ever seen. Oh god, what was I getting into?

"This will be fun," Paul said with this crazy glint in his eye. Hmmm, challenging a demon prince to battle…not one of your brighter ideas, Suze.

I got into my own fighting stance, every muscle in my body tensing, when suddenly-

A very familiar feeling of floating came over me. The junkies gasped and started muttering some more. I could see the light that was emanating from body reflecting off of store windows…I could feel the wings growing from my sides…it was too unreal. I felt more powerful than I ever had before, like I could punch through rock…but then again, I felt that once before and I ended up breaking all the fingers in my right hand…

I looked up at Paul, and once again saw my glowing form reflected in his surprised eyes. It was déjà vu. Only this time, instead of backing off in fear, Paul grinned widely. "Well, well, well…"
A/N: REVIEW TIME!!! AND IF YOU DON'T YOU'LL NEVER SEE THE EPIC BATTLE BETWEEN EVIL DEMON PRINCE PAUL AND SWEET ANGEL DESTINED TO SAVE THE WORLD SUZE!!!!