MONDO A/N THINGY: Sorry about that cliffie last chapter, but it was completely and utterly necessary =o). Aren't I just evil? Anyways, here's the chapter where the story (in my opinion) gets interesting and a 'lil anguishy. BE PREPARED!!!! BAD THINGS DO HAPPEN!!! Paul's a @$$, by the way. I hate him! That's why I make him so evil. Thanks for getting me to 100, ya'll! You're the best! And thanks to Delirious Unicorn as my 100th! Oh, and will someone e-mail me and tell me how to do all that crazy HTML stuff so I can make things bold and such? My e-mail's MCFoley5@aol.com is you know how! Please! I want my stories to pretty!
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing except for the plot and such. Meg Cabot owns all. I wish I owned Jesse, though………or could at least borrow him for a night or two ;o)
~*The Undoing of the Mediator*~
Chapter 13: Extreme Ways
~*Suze*~
There was an innately murderous look in Jesse's inky black eyes. I had only seen that look in them once before, and the last time I saw it he threw Paul down the stairs and through a plate glass window.
Paul sat back in astonishment, staring up at Jesse. "But, I had you………how could you have………there's no way you can………"
"There's a lot of things about me that you don't know, Paul. But I'm not going to get into that. We can't give all our secrets away now, can we?" Jesse said roughly, bearing down on Paul.
"I thought I told them to take care of you!" Paul exclaimed, a little fear showing in his eyes. He must be remembering the last time Jesse wanted to kill him.
"They tried. But you overrate them, Paul," murmured Jesse simply, still walking towards us.
Paul ignored this comment and turned the conversation to me. "Oh, so you've come to save the little slut would kisses and tells? Has she sighed when you've kissed her yet, or anything else you've done to take her innocence away? You probably use her just for a good lay, don't you, Jesse? It probably makes your death a lot more bearable. Does she realize you're using her like this? Maybe I should put her out of her misery right here and now………" sneered Paul, referring to me. If he didn't have that massive knife at the tip of my throat I would have jumped him right then and there. He was the one who kissed me, and he was the one who told! And Jesse was not using me! If anything he wasn't doing enough judging from his recent lack of open affection in the form of not kissing me.
Jesse, however, was pissed. I knew he had been holding back because of the precarious situation I was in, but this put him over the edge. He raised a fist to Paul's face and smashed it in. Then he pounced on him pulling him away from me, and a full-fledged fight started. Jesse threw Paul up the stairs and out onto the deck of the boat, where I couldn't see them. All I heard was scuffling and swearing. Damn Jesse! Why can't he stay where I can see them so I know he's not like mutilated or something? Footsteps echoed above my head, and then a loud thud resonated through the room. There was some scratching and then another loud thud and everything went quiet. I know Jesse's mad, and that he can be crazily strong when he's mad, but he's fighting Paul. Paul's completely ripped! He'll maul Jesse to pieces!
~*Jesse*~
Paul thought he could get rid of me easily. He thought he could have his little motorcycle cronies take care of me for awhile while he murdered my querida. It was quite easy to take care of them but, Paul, Paul was a different story. Nombre de dios that guy is hard to fight!
When I first materialized on the boat, Paul had a knife to Susannah's throat, ready to kill her at any minute. That's what did me in. No one lays a finger on my querida and gets away with it! I pulled him off of her and threw him out onto the deck where he couldn't hurt Susannah anymore. Paul slashed at me, laying a bloody gash in my side. Finally, after about five more cuts and a lot of punching, I punched Paul's face one more time and he fell to the ground, appearing unconscious. Thoughts of Susannah, my querida y amor came rushing back into my head like a tidal wave. I ran back into the cabin to make sure she was all right only to see the worst sight I have ever laid my eyes on.
~*Suze*~
I braced myself for the inevitable as footsteps stated coming down the stairs again. However, instead of see a lopsided grin and gleaming eyes topped with curly brown hair, I saw Jesse. I breathed a loud sigh of relief and fell back to the floor, unable to hold my shaking legs up anymore.
Jesse winced as he walked down the stairs, holding a gash in his side where silvery blood (because ghost blood has that spectral glow to it) was pouring out. He had a long gash across his cheekbone and slashes down his arms. However, when he saw me his pained face broke into a wide smile.
I sat up from where I was sprawled on the floor and grasped my wrists, trying to stop the blood flow from where I had ripped my hands out of the ropes. They burned with pain and blood kept spilling from around my fingers despite the pressure I was trying to put on the wounds. "Jesse," I murmured, becoming lightheaded and swaying in my steps.
Jesse stopped, and turned around to look at me. His eyes wandered down, settling on my wrists. "Suze," he breathed, snatching me up into his arms. He kissed the top of my head and took my wrists into his hands.
I melted into his firm hold, and it was the only thing that was keeping me upright. My right wrist was in much worse shape than my left, and my left had almost stopped bleeding. He quickly closed his large hands around them, effectively stopping the flow of blood and helping me sit down with him. I knew without a doubt that if he let go, I would die. I don't know how I knew it, I just did. The pressure he was putting on my wrists changed the pain from sharp stabs to a dull thud, like someone was hacking as them with a very dull knife. I bit my lip back in pain and buried my face in his shirt. His arms closed around me tighter and tears welled up in my eyes. Would I see my mom again? How could she deal with the two people in her family, her husband and her daughter, being dead? I should have waited for Father Dom tonight. He would have helped prevent something like this from happening. Trying to look at the brighter side of things, I realized that I'd still be able to see Jesse when I'm dead.
Jesse, meanwhile, was whispering Spanish into my hair soothingly. He noticed that my left wrist had stopped bleeding and opened his hand slightly, satisfied with the result. He let go of it entirely and snaked it around my waist, pulling me into him and tucking my head under his, rocking back and forth.
"Susannah, don't worry. I won't let go. We'll get you out of here, querida," he muttered into my hair with all the appearance of confidence. But there was no mistaking the concern and panic in his voice.
"Jesse………" I whispered, feeling blackness wash over me.
"No! You can't go to sleep on me, querida. Stay awake! Stay with me!" Jesse whispered frantically, roughly shaking me.
It pulled me back into consciousness. I felt a warm wetness on the top of my head and realized that Jesse was crying. I had never seen Jesse cry in my entire life and I couldn't even believe that I was doing this to him. Putting him through this. I didn't know how much longer I could stay awake, though. All I wanted to do was go to sleep and get a nice, long rest.
A/N: I have no idea why, but that chapter was incredibly hard for me to write. I already have the next chapter written, and that one was even harder. =o( Please don't flame this one, it took me forever and I rewrote it like 20 times before I gave up and settled on this version. Arrrgh, I can't stand it when Jesse cries, damn him. Oh, and remember, Although Jesse *did* cry in this story once before, Suze did not see it, so to her he hasn't yet. If you guys have any questions PLEASE ASK!!! And to my reviewers:
Delirious Unicorn: Thanks for being my 100th! What did you think of the chappie after you read it?
Hannirose: Unfortunately, I'm leaving you in the same situation again. Sorry, I just love cliffhangers!
Jackie723: and you got your wish! Hey Jesse, it's your birthday………
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Buffy926: Thanks a ton, dude! It's not ending *too* soon, we still have a few chappies left, and the best is yet to come (in my opinion!).
Jennifer: Oh, it said in one of the Mediator books (I can't remember which) that Adam went to Martha's Vineyard and Cee Cee thought that he met someone judging from how he was acting when he got back.
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