Okay, one thing that really pisses you off when you try to make a grand departure from the living world is when the Holy Father decides, "Oh, Suze Simon hasn't undergone enough pain to suffice. Send her back as a ghost."

NOOOOOO!

So that was how I ended up back in my bedroom, watching my lost love, and my unwelcome lover battling it out over me. Of course, that my lost love, namely Jesse, didn't love me, but was only using me, and my unwelcome love, a.k.a. Paul, was looking pretty appealing.

But now I was dead for him.

But why wasn't I, like, completely gone? I'd been stabbed with the Ghost Hunter's Knife. I should be erased from history now, except from Jesse's mind.

'STOP IT!' I yelled to the pair of them. Paul, who was lying over Jesse, who was on the floor, had been ready to bury a fist deep into Jesse's face when I shouted that out.

'Suze!' he gasped, rushing to me and grabbing my ghost. He pulled me into a huge bear hug thing. It would have been funny, but it just wasn't, okay? It really should have been Jesse who was cuddling me, and Paul who was trying to kill me. That's how it should have been. I mean, that's how I wanted it to be if anything, (of course, not wanting ANYONE trying to kill me,) but yeah. My life is SO fucked up, hey?

Or death.

'I'm dead Paul,' I said. 'We have to go. He'll kill you, and he's going to take me with him! Run! I'll try dematerializing!'

He jumped out the window faster than the speed of sound, I swear. Then, I tried dematerializing.

But I couldn't do it!

'Well, well, well, looks like Miss Mediator's stuck,' drawled Jesse, advancing on me, casting me in his deadly shadow. I fell back over my dresser, getting tangled in the curtain that was fluttering freely in the night wind. I tried to free myself to avoid Jesse, but I couldn't.

He had me, and oh did he know it.

'Ah, this is unfortunate for you. That's what happens when you are new to ghost-hood. You cannot move through things as easily when you try, just as you cannot lift or move things when you need to. It was very annoying for me when I was killed, but I got used to it.'

Just then, a forgotten character burst in.

~*~

'Maria! Help!' I cried.

Maria took one glance at Jesse, then at me, a went to run back out again, when Jesse grabbed her.

'Hello, Miss Diego,' he said angrily, holding her as she thrashed in his grasp, her hoop skirt jiggling all over the place. I still tried to free myself from the curtains, which I was very inconveniently twisted in, but to no avail.

'Release me, Hector!' she shrilled, kicking at him pathetically, but he just laughed. 'Oh, how I've wanted to do this,' he said, raising the Ghost Hunter's Knife.

'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!' she screeched, her scream piercing the night.

I couldn't look. I couldn't watch Jesse murder someone!

But I sure as hell could hear it.

'Goodbye, sweetheart,' Jesse said, amid Maria's screams, 'I wish you the best of luck in oblivion, I really do. This is pay back for ordering my murder. We could have had something together, Maria. But now, I have Susannah.'

And he stabbed her.

Her screaming was cut short, and there was a huge explosion of fine mist.

She was gone.

Wait, who was she? Huh? What had just happened?

'Now, where was I?' asked Jesse, coming back to stand over me. I squealed, still trying to get out of the curtains, but they seemed to be knotted around me, obstructing all attempts to escape.

'Hello Susannah,' he said, looming over me.

'Oh fuck off, dip shit,' I yelled. I mean, seriously. This was getting really old.

To say he looked shocked was the understatement of the century.

'What was that for, Susannah?' he asked in outrage, his Ghost Buster's Knife clattering to the floor.

'Oh, I wonder, Jesse. You just KILLED ME!' I howled at him. Powered by aggressive adrenaline, I ripped the curtains away from me.

I was MAD!

'Hey, NO ONE KILLS ME WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!' I screamed, flying at Jesse. I punched him in the stomach, but being still a weak ghost, it didn't have much affect.

'Oh, this will be fun,' he said with an evil smile. 'Alive, you would have been able to fight me off at any attempts of this, but now, you can barely do a thing, Susannah. And, why not have a little fun before your end?'

What did he mean? Huh?

Let me tell you, I seriously got the message when he threw me onto me bed.

'No! Jesse, don't!' I shrieked.

I knew what was coming . . .

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A/N: Sorry these chapters are so short, please forgive!