From last chapter:
'I said it's time. I'm going, Susannah. I'm going from this world. I know what's holding me back. I'm never going to leave you, Susannah.'
'What?' I asked desperately, tugging on his pure white shirt. 'What is keeping you here?'
He looked at me, his eyes going all hard again, and his look darkening.
'You.'
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'Come again?'
Seriously, he was freaking me out.
'I'm going, Susannah, and you're coming with me,' he whispered, pulling me towards him by my hands. His grip on them was starting to get a little too firm, you know? I tried to shake them off, but they became tighter! Uh, OWW!!
'Jesse, are you feeling all right?' I asked with a frown. This was a totally pointless question, seeing as, as far as I know, ghosts don't get sick. Then why was he acting this way? Was Paul-
'This has nothing to do with Paul, Susannah,' he said, interrupting my thoughts.
My thoughts.
He could hear what I was thinking! Holy crap!
'Correct,' he said, pulling me toward the window seat, and throwing me down unceremoniously. I probably would have fallen out the open window if I hadn't have caught myself first. Moonlight was flooding in, casting my room in an eerie blue glow that seemed to swallow me. Jesse's face was shadowed by the illumination, and unless the moon's light was playing tricks on my desperate eyes, his expression wasn't very loving. Rather . . . angry and determined, and even dominant.
What was going on?
'Where are you going?' I asked him, my voice wavering, much to my chagrin. His eclipsed eyes seemed to pierce through me, like painful, white-hot metal skewers.
'No, not I, but we,' he said in that husky, sexy voice that he knows will get me to do anything that he wants. Well, not this time!
He muttered something in Spanish, drawing closer to me. He ran a strong hand down the side of my face, the nighttime breeze catching on his billowing top and blowing it open slightly. I drew a panicked breath.
'Speak English, God dammit, Jesse,' I snapped, slapping him away from me, but he twisted my hand, and pulled me up, kind of pushing me against him. Now, usually, I would have enjoyed this immensely, but under the circumstances, I was getting really, REALLY scared.
'Jesse, I don't understand what the hell is wrong with you!' I said, as his breath carried in my loose hair. I was breathing heavily by now. I couldn't help it. He seemed to be relishing from my fear. I whimpered slightly.
He chuckled.
'Do I have to spell it out for you Querida?' he asked with a wry smile.
'Ah, yep, 'cause I have no idea what you're talk-'
He cut me off by placing a single finger on my lips. 'We're going where everyone else goes when they die, but in this unique situation, you are going a little earlier.'
I blinked.
Suddenly, my stomach gave a terrible lurch. It felt as though I was in the center of a slow-motion cyclone. I jammed my eyes shut, and screamed. It was horrifying, I swear to God.
Then it all stopped.
I fell from Jesse's grasp. My eyes were still tightly closed, but around me, the atmosphere was damp, dark, and cold. I shivered as my eyelids flickered open slightly, and I looked at the world around me through my eyelashes.
Where the hell did my bedroom go?!
Around me, smoky grey wisps clung to my skin, and all the hairs along my arms were standing up. I choked on the density of the air, as I was devoured by the intense coldness.
This was the horrific place that had haunted my dreams for nights on end.
I was back in the Shadowland.
~*~
'Uh, Jesse?' I called uncertainly into the heavy dark fog. Then, I saw a dark patch, knowing that Jesse was concealed behind it.
'Yes Querida?' he answered, sounding amused. I scrambled up, looking frantically around me, my breath catching sorely in my guttural throat. Excessive screaming is known to render your throat like this, I hear.
'How did we get here?' I asked in utter disbelief. I mean, seriously, I most certainly hadn't shifted. And this shifting experience had been a lot more unpleasant that all my times.
'Why, I brought you here,' came his reply through the fog. I could no longer see his outline. The bitterness was making my head real woozy, let me tell you.
'Why?'
'Well, you see, Susannah, the only reason I was still on that stupid planet all those years,' he paused, as if recalling the pain of his life- I mean death- 'was because of you.'
'As you've said,' I muttered darkly.
I still didn't know where he was, but his Spanish lilted voice seemed to my swimming all around me, like he was using some creepy microphone. But last time I checked, purgatory had no electricity.
'I've been waiting a long, long time for you to come along,' he drawled. A chill swept over me. 'Why do you think I never wanted to talk about my death? Maria was just what killed me. It was after my murder that the most disturbing things occurred. I never told you about any of this, because I couldn't have Miss Mediator finding about what I planned to do to her, and ruining my plans. The only way I can move on is if you come with me.'
That didn't sound so bad.
'Sorry to tell you on such short notice, but I've had enough of waiting, and I've had it up to here with that bastard Paul.'
Him and me both.
'Wait, what do you mean, sorry to tell me on such short notice?' I asked. 'Like, you're not going to wait for me to die naturally?' I heard his hollow laugh, as waves of grief plunged at me brutally.
'Hardly,' he scoffed. 'You are going to have to say goodbye to your friends and family from a distance, Susannah, because you're never going to see them again. Not in this life, anyhow.'
Oh my God.
Was he saying what I think he was saying? That he's going to KILL ME?!?!
Oh shit, I'm in BIG trouble!
'Any questions, Susannah?' he asked pleasantly from somewhere above me. I looked up, as his voice seemed to echo around the stars overhead. My teeth were chattering slightly, and I drew my top more snugly around me. It didn't make a difference.
'Um, yeah,' I said sarcastically, sound a lot more sarcastic than I actually felt, 'All the other times people/ghosts have tried to off me, why didn't you just let them kill me? Would have saved you a lot of trouble, I expect- AH!'
A hand had firmly clamped on my shoulder, and had whirled my around just then. I must have jumped about a foot in the air, and I saw Jesse laughing at me. Oooh, I was mad . . .
'Ah, Querida,' he said with a knowing smile, 'I thought that you would have figured this out by now. I have to be the one to do it. To kill you,' he breathed in my ear.
How romantic.
'Uh huh? And, may I ask why didn't you kill me earlier? I mean, you've watched me sleep!' I spat at him. His arms moved rapidly around my waist, and kind of grabbed me about four inches below each of my armpits. It would have tickled, if he hadn't have done it so painfully. I gasped, and he kind of shook me, enough to jolt my senses. I choked out a cough.
He was seriously spacking out. I mean, for Christ's sake, he's going to KILL me! After all this time that we've been friends!
He laughed in my face, a laugh that seemed to coil around my heart and jeopardize my sanity. He could still hear what I was thinking.
'Susannah,' he said practically, 'I've been dead for a hundred and fifty years.' He slammed me against one of the doors of the corridor. I moaned in pain. 'I wanted to have some fun in my death, and why do you think I bothered to befriend you? For the purpose of . . . friendship? Ha, I think not.'
He was leaning against me very heavily by then. Oh, the dreadful pain of it was nothing compared to the excruciating pain of knowing that this had all been a game.
A hoax.
A lie.
My Jesse had been a complete lie.
'Jesse, are you drunk or something?' I snarled, trying to push him off of me, but he wasn't about to release me any time soon. Now, despair was starting to captivate me. He wanted me dead, because I was his ticket off of this planet. I was just a pawn, a hostage to fortune, to his next life.
He didn't love me.
Oh.
I guess I was kind of waiting to wake up from this freaky nightmare before that, but now, the reality was really sinking in.
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A/N: I can't believe Kate's doing this to Jesse! Keep reviewing, I'm typing up the other chapter now!
'I said it's time. I'm going, Susannah. I'm going from this world. I know what's holding me back. I'm never going to leave you, Susannah.'
'What?' I asked desperately, tugging on his pure white shirt. 'What is keeping you here?'
He looked at me, his eyes going all hard again, and his look darkening.
'You.'
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'Come again?'
Seriously, he was freaking me out.
'I'm going, Susannah, and you're coming with me,' he whispered, pulling me towards him by my hands. His grip on them was starting to get a little too firm, you know? I tried to shake them off, but they became tighter! Uh, OWW!!
'Jesse, are you feeling all right?' I asked with a frown. This was a totally pointless question, seeing as, as far as I know, ghosts don't get sick. Then why was he acting this way? Was Paul-
'This has nothing to do with Paul, Susannah,' he said, interrupting my thoughts.
My thoughts.
He could hear what I was thinking! Holy crap!
'Correct,' he said, pulling me toward the window seat, and throwing me down unceremoniously. I probably would have fallen out the open window if I hadn't have caught myself first. Moonlight was flooding in, casting my room in an eerie blue glow that seemed to swallow me. Jesse's face was shadowed by the illumination, and unless the moon's light was playing tricks on my desperate eyes, his expression wasn't very loving. Rather . . . angry and determined, and even dominant.
What was going on?
'Where are you going?' I asked him, my voice wavering, much to my chagrin. His eclipsed eyes seemed to pierce through me, like painful, white-hot metal skewers.
'No, not I, but we,' he said in that husky, sexy voice that he knows will get me to do anything that he wants. Well, not this time!
He muttered something in Spanish, drawing closer to me. He ran a strong hand down the side of my face, the nighttime breeze catching on his billowing top and blowing it open slightly. I drew a panicked breath.
'Speak English, God dammit, Jesse,' I snapped, slapping him away from me, but he twisted my hand, and pulled me up, kind of pushing me against him. Now, usually, I would have enjoyed this immensely, but under the circumstances, I was getting really, REALLY scared.
'Jesse, I don't understand what the hell is wrong with you!' I said, as his breath carried in my loose hair. I was breathing heavily by now. I couldn't help it. He seemed to be relishing from my fear. I whimpered slightly.
He chuckled.
'Do I have to spell it out for you Querida?' he asked with a wry smile.
'Ah, yep, 'cause I have no idea what you're talk-'
He cut me off by placing a single finger on my lips. 'We're going where everyone else goes when they die, but in this unique situation, you are going a little earlier.'
I blinked.
Suddenly, my stomach gave a terrible lurch. It felt as though I was in the center of a slow-motion cyclone. I jammed my eyes shut, and screamed. It was horrifying, I swear to God.
Then it all stopped.
I fell from Jesse's grasp. My eyes were still tightly closed, but around me, the atmosphere was damp, dark, and cold. I shivered as my eyelids flickered open slightly, and I looked at the world around me through my eyelashes.
Where the hell did my bedroom go?!
Around me, smoky grey wisps clung to my skin, and all the hairs along my arms were standing up. I choked on the density of the air, as I was devoured by the intense coldness.
This was the horrific place that had haunted my dreams for nights on end.
I was back in the Shadowland.
~*~
'Uh, Jesse?' I called uncertainly into the heavy dark fog. Then, I saw a dark patch, knowing that Jesse was concealed behind it.
'Yes Querida?' he answered, sounding amused. I scrambled up, looking frantically around me, my breath catching sorely in my guttural throat. Excessive screaming is known to render your throat like this, I hear.
'How did we get here?' I asked in utter disbelief. I mean, seriously, I most certainly hadn't shifted. And this shifting experience had been a lot more unpleasant that all my times.
'Why, I brought you here,' came his reply through the fog. I could no longer see his outline. The bitterness was making my head real woozy, let me tell you.
'Why?'
'Well, you see, Susannah, the only reason I was still on that stupid planet all those years,' he paused, as if recalling the pain of his life- I mean death- 'was because of you.'
'As you've said,' I muttered darkly.
I still didn't know where he was, but his Spanish lilted voice seemed to my swimming all around me, like he was using some creepy microphone. But last time I checked, purgatory had no electricity.
'I've been waiting a long, long time for you to come along,' he drawled. A chill swept over me. 'Why do you think I never wanted to talk about my death? Maria was just what killed me. It was after my murder that the most disturbing things occurred. I never told you about any of this, because I couldn't have Miss Mediator finding about what I planned to do to her, and ruining my plans. The only way I can move on is if you come with me.'
That didn't sound so bad.
'Sorry to tell you on such short notice, but I've had enough of waiting, and I've had it up to here with that bastard Paul.'
Him and me both.
'Wait, what do you mean, sorry to tell me on such short notice?' I asked. 'Like, you're not going to wait for me to die naturally?' I heard his hollow laugh, as waves of grief plunged at me brutally.
'Hardly,' he scoffed. 'You are going to have to say goodbye to your friends and family from a distance, Susannah, because you're never going to see them again. Not in this life, anyhow.'
Oh my God.
Was he saying what I think he was saying? That he's going to KILL ME?!?!
Oh shit, I'm in BIG trouble!
'Any questions, Susannah?' he asked pleasantly from somewhere above me. I looked up, as his voice seemed to echo around the stars overhead. My teeth were chattering slightly, and I drew my top more snugly around me. It didn't make a difference.
'Um, yeah,' I said sarcastically, sound a lot more sarcastic than I actually felt, 'All the other times people/ghosts have tried to off me, why didn't you just let them kill me? Would have saved you a lot of trouble, I expect- AH!'
A hand had firmly clamped on my shoulder, and had whirled my around just then. I must have jumped about a foot in the air, and I saw Jesse laughing at me. Oooh, I was mad . . .
'Ah, Querida,' he said with a knowing smile, 'I thought that you would have figured this out by now. I have to be the one to do it. To kill you,' he breathed in my ear.
How romantic.
'Uh huh? And, may I ask why didn't you kill me earlier? I mean, you've watched me sleep!' I spat at him. His arms moved rapidly around my waist, and kind of grabbed me about four inches below each of my armpits. It would have tickled, if he hadn't have done it so painfully. I gasped, and he kind of shook me, enough to jolt my senses. I choked out a cough.
He was seriously spacking out. I mean, for Christ's sake, he's going to KILL me! After all this time that we've been friends!
He laughed in my face, a laugh that seemed to coil around my heart and jeopardize my sanity. He could still hear what I was thinking.
'Susannah,' he said practically, 'I've been dead for a hundred and fifty years.' He slammed me against one of the doors of the corridor. I moaned in pain. 'I wanted to have some fun in my death, and why do you think I bothered to befriend you? For the purpose of . . . friendship? Ha, I think not.'
He was leaning against me very heavily by then. Oh, the dreadful pain of it was nothing compared to the excruciating pain of knowing that this had all been a game.
A hoax.
A lie.
My Jesse had been a complete lie.
'Jesse, are you drunk or something?' I snarled, trying to push him off of me, but he wasn't about to release me any time soon. Now, despair was starting to captivate me. He wanted me dead, because I was his ticket off of this planet. I was just a pawn, a hostage to fortune, to his next life.
He didn't love me.
Oh.
I guess I was kind of waiting to wake up from this freaky nightmare before that, but now, the reality was really sinking in.
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A/N: I can't believe Kate's doing this to Jesse! Keep reviewing, I'm typing up the other chapter now!