A/N: I had to write this chappie before spring break because I wanted to get another one up, so sorry if there's some grammatical mistakes and such because I haven't had time to proofread! Love ya all! And thanks a million for all your reviews!
Warning: FLUFF!!!
~*The Undoing of the Mediator*~
Chapter 11: Unchained Melody
~*Suze*~
I stormed into the house, my mind whirling with crazy thoughts of Paul and a fist in his face. I threw on a black sweatshirt and sweatpants, grabbed my tool belt and slung it around my waist and started walking across the room when a piece of paper flew up right in front of my face. In huge, black, bold letters was the word "Stop!". I came to an abrupt halt. The window I was planning on climbing out of slammed shut and the lock turned.
"Jesse, let me go!" I said loudly, not caring if my mom or anyone else for that matter heard me. The piece of paper curved as though in a hand and the marker flew across the room and wrote upon it, "Only a half hour more. I can't lose you, Susannah. Can you wait a half hour?" My eyes flicked to the sky through the window. The moon was rising early tonight, and it was full. The red sun was sinking out below the waves of the Pacific and turning the whole world orange. My eyes opened in surprise. I had completely forgotten! Tonight was the night when I could finally see Jesse again! I looked at my watch. Eight O'clock. But I couldn't wait another hour to meet Father Dom.
I looked where I supposed Jesse was because that's where the paper was hanging in midair. "C'mon Jesse," I demanded, and walked towards the window purposefully.
I climbed out onto the roof and down onto the deck in the back of my house. The hot tub was right next to me, and I carefully avoided any windows in case any of my family happened to be looking outside and ran off towards the beach, praying that Jesse was still with me.
It was dark by the time my feet touched sand, even though only a few minutes had passed. I was standing in the middle of the beach under the bright moon, staring out as it lit up the ocean. I tried to say, "Jesse", but it came out as barely a whisper. What if it didn't work? Would I ever be able to see him again?
The beach was empty of people, and my toes curled in the cool sand as waves crashed onto the shore. As I was staring, a single rose floated up in front of me, and it was right then that I knew it couldn't fail. It had to work, I wouldn't let it fail. I lifted my hand and closed my eyes as my hand closed around the rose. I jolt of electricity ran through my body, and I knew it was time. In my mind, I imagined drowning in his inky black eyes. Smoothing my fingers over the scar on his eyebrow, as I had longed to forever. I imagined his hair curling crisply at the back of his neck, and peeking through his shirt at his tanned washboard abs. I imagined his large arms around me, holding me, and when I had his perfect image in my mind's eye, I opened my real eyes.
Staring back at me were Jesse's, and now I felt his arms around my waist. When I looked into his eyes, I nearly died with relief. Jesse, seeing that I was looking right at him, snatched me up and crushed me in a hug, breathing "Querida………" into my hair and kissing the top of my head, a feat I thought impossible. I could feel his heart racing, and I was sure he noticed mine was pounding, also. I wanted to stay there in his arms forever, but soon I found myself suffocating.
"Need……..air……….Jesse………" I gasped.
He pulled back, blushing slightly, if ghosts can blush, and smoothed my hair with one hand and he grinned down at me. At that moment, everything in the world felt right, everything made sense. It didn't matter that Jesse was a ghost, or that he was 150 years old. All that mattered was that he was here with me.
"Jesse, I've missed you so much," I said truthfully. But I noticed something new. There was a medallion around his neck, and while it's appearance was dull, there was something deeper in it. And that I could only guess.
He grinned even more. "You have? I mean, querida, you don't know what it's been like to see you upset but no able to help. It's pure………torture," he said, a pained look in his eyes. "I never want you to go through that again."
I lifted my hand and fingered the medallion. "What's this, Jesse?" I asked carefully. Maybe some other ghost girl gave it to him or something? Then where would I be? Completely dumped is where I'd be.
When I asked, his eyes twinkled with something I couldn't identify. He looked like a child in a candy store, he was so happy. He looked at me straight in the eye and said, "This is our future, Susannah."
I groaned with impatience. "Stop being a cryptic, Jess. Seriously, what is it?"
"Cryptic? I have a question for you, Susannah. If there were a way; a way for us to be together, would you want it?" He said, choosing his words carefully.
Is he on crack? "Are you kidding me? Of course I would!" I replied. Then his words hit me. An idea hit me that could never in a thousand years be true. It was too good to be true. "Are you telling me," I stammered, "are you telling me that this………this can bring you back? To life?"
He simply nodded, just as serious as he was a moment before. Justas I was about to jump him with happiness, Jesse froze. He went limp and fell down on the sand, still not moving. My eyes opened in shock, forgetting everything I had just heard.
"Jesse?" I said, kneeling over. I knew he couldn't die or anything, but it was so scary, his eyes staring off into space, his lips slightly parted and him not moving. If he were alive, I would say he looked as though he were dead, but that's impossible! I bent over, shaking, not knowing what was going on.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, something hit me on the back of my head—hard, and everything went black.
~*Jesse*~
I watched through unmoveable eyes as Paul snuck up behind her. I tried to yell out, move my fists, anything. Her beautiful eyes were still worried as she looked down at me and her eyebrows were creased with fear. I tired to reach out to her, pull her away from that demon Paul, but I couldn't. He was lifting his wooden baseball bat behind him, getting in position an remaining perfectly silent. He swung, and Susannah fell forward on top of me, limp. Her body was warm on mine, and staring down at me from above was Paul, grinning maliciously.
"Too bad the timing wasn't right, Jesse, or you could've saved her. Lucky for me I can control your movements. Unlucky for you, or lucky if you look at it in a sadistic way, your girlfriend's as good as dead," he sneered.
He grabbed her shoulders and stood her up, then slung Susannah over his shoulder and walked off the beach.
A/N: Ahhh! Sorry about the length again! I know this chappie kinda sucked, but I wrote it really fast, so forgive me! I love suggestions if you think of any improvements! I'll try to get one more up before spring break!! Craziness!!!! The story's almost over………dundundun………Will Susannah be alright? Will Jesse save her? Will she save herself? Can Jesse come back to life? Will Paul get his @$$ kicked? Okay! So here's to all my much loved and faithful reviewers:
Xoxolx3: Paul?!? Not so bad?!? AHHHH! (just my personal opinion………mehehehe) Writing as fast as I can!
Lazee2signin: I'm going! I'm going! Thanks for all your posts! Confuzzling…good word! Thanks again!
Trixi Summers: Oh! Good spotting there! I have to admit, you're the first one to notice the boat! Maybe you can guess what'll happen………
Divine-Bovines: I hate Paul, too!
Xiaoxiao: Whoever said Jesse would figure it out……mehehehe………
Ndblue123: I am!
Katy-lynn: I know what you mean, but I have so much to do it's like I can't write more if you guys want an update! I don't want you to cry! AhhH! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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