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just change back . . . but then, he might not. We will see, won't we?
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My eyes went blank in sheer horror. It was one thing to be murdered by the one you loved. But to be raped by the one you loved, well, let's just say I'd rather have another round with the Ghost Hunter's Knife.
Seriously.
'Jesse, please!' I screamed, as he drew nearer to my bed. For the first time in my life, I couldn't move a muscle, due to my intense fear. Jesse's eyes were dark, with no love in them anymore.
He was lost.
I lay on my back, trying to move my legs and jump off the bed, but my acute panic rendered me terrifyingly motionless. My breath was ragged and petrified, and my eyes were killing world records, I tell you.
That's when he pounced on me.
There's no other way to write it. He was just like a vicious jungle cat. And he was lying on top of my weak, ghostly form.
I couldn't breath, not that I needed to, but I was still in the habit. I couldn't blink, couldn't move, couldn't fight back . . .
'Jesse, you don't want to do this,' I assured him in a breathless whisper, as he began, uh . . . unbuttoning my top in rather . . . feral manner.
'How do you know what I want to do?' he asked, sounding very fiery. 'I have been living in this stupid room for a hundred and fifty years, Susannah, and only just recently, you have come. Like I said before, you think I had mere friendship on my mind?' He kissed me rampantly, a way that I'd expect from Paul and Paul alone. But here was Jesse, kissing me on the lips, his kiss fueled with anger and unbridled passion.
Why was it that he was kissing me like this AFTER he, like, murdered me?!
WHY?!?!?!
I sank deeply into the pillows. Oh, how my lips were aching. I was screaming. Screaming louder than I ever had before.
'JESSE! DON'T!' I begged piteously. I know, I'm a wimp, but what would YOU be doing in that situation? Nothing too different, I expect.
'You said you didn't love me!' I shrieked at him. Screaming wasn't an issue anymore, no one could hear me.
I was dead.
'This has nothing to do with affection,' he said icily. I tried to push him off, but he grabbed my hands, trapped them back, making me gasp in pain, and proceeded to kiss me. 'This has nothing to do with you.'
I twisted my face away from him furiously. I was - oh, God! What was he doing?!
Something I care not to go into detail about, let it suffice to say.
I screamed out a cry of panic and misery, twisting my hands desperately to free them, but to no avail.
'Oh, Susannah,' he tutted in a pant.
'Shut up!' I yelled, 'Just stop it, Jesse! Or-'
'Or you'll what?' he asked, thoroughly amused. I knew that I could do precisely zilch. And I was furious. Furious that I was so helpless. Furious that I'd told Paul to run. Furious that Jesse was doing this.
And furious with myself for falling in love with Jesse in the first place . . .
This irrevocable rage seemed to pulse through my very veins, destroying my soul, darkening my world, and killing me. Although, as I reminded myself, I was already dead.
Then, as if powered by my fury, everything in my room began to shake violently. I ripped my hands from Jesse's iron grasp, and literally threw him across the room, so he smashed against the wall.
Then, weak as I was, I leapt from the window, landing painfully on the ground. I could still remember pain, and it seemed even worse, now that I didn't know exactly how much to expect. I ran from my house, with my spectral feet pounding heavily on the concrete. As I ran, flowers were crushed, mailboxes exploded with letters, shop windows shattered, much like my life had when Jesse had stabbed me.
Jesse had stabbed me . . .
He'd stabbed me!
Only then, did the reality hit home. I staggered in my run, and fell sideways into a dark side street, and fell on the road, howling my wretchedness. I had grazed my knee rather badly. There was a disgusting abrasion that was bleeding steadily.
Once again, I was staring at my own bloodshed.
The coldness on the bitumen stung my head, and I felt rain spitting lightly down, passing right through me. It was horrible. I closed my eyes.
'You thought that you could run from me Susannah?'
I jerked up from the concrete rapidly. There, I saw Jesse standing there, with his dark hair blowing east wood from the heavy winds that were starting. He stood tall, with his white top stained from my blood, and his face cracked into an evil smirk, as if to say, "I've already won this game."
I scampered up, backing away, tears still coursing down my face like river rapids.
'You stay away from me,' I whispered softly, retreating a step further.
'Impossible,' he shrugged, drawing closer to me, 'You are the only way that I'm going to get off of this earth, Susannah. Until I really feel like going, I'm going to do whatever I like to you. You should have come quietly, and then none of this would-'
'Shut up, you prick!' I snarled, and turned to run, but, oh so typically, he snatched up my arm, and pulled me right up against him. I mean, RIGHT up.
I struggled, sure I did. It no longer felt safe and warm in his grip. I dug my nails into his hands, trying to get him to leg go, but he was unaffected. Again, I was plunged into despair. I knew what he was going to with me. I knew it, and I was dreading it.
Jesse leant forward to kiss me . . .
. . . Only to stop a centimeter away from my lips, completely frozen! Yeah, as in icy frozen. And let me tell you, it's no picnic having icy arms wrapped around you. In fact, it's WAY sore! The ice bit at my ghostly body, sending me into a relentless shiver. I didn't want to move, in case I snapped Jesse's arms, or something, him being ice. I mean, maybe there was a way that this had all been some mistake? Maybe-
'Suze, are you okay?'
I turned my head, which was a little hard, as Jesse's hand was kind of around the back of my head, his fingers woven messily in my hair. But as far as I could turn, I saw a tiny bit of Paul's face.
'About time,' I said, and before I knew it, hot tears were spilling down my face, with a pleasant contrast to the ice that was entrapping me.
Paul gave me a pained look. 'Oh, Suze,' he said sorrowfully. 'I'm so sorry . . .'
'What did you do,' I sniffled. 'Oh, can you get me out of here? But, you know, don't break him, or anything,' I added sheepishly.
'Why not?' he demanded. 'He tried to-'
'I know, I know, but still . . .' Jesus, those tears were really coming on heavy now. I tried to stop them. I mean, crying in front of Paul? Yeah, not exactly boosting my confidence. He carefully helped me to slide out of Jesse's killer grip, and soon, Paul had me in a crushing, protective embrace. I glanced at Jesse, who was frozen in time, staring at me coldly, a thin layer of ice frosting over his desirable body.
What was wrong with the world? I mean, I didn't want this to be happening.
Hell, I didn't want to be DEAD, let alone have Paul hugging me.
Sigh . . . But sometimes, life/death's a bitch, huh?
Paul was whispering something into my hair. I couldn't hear him properly, I only caught snatches of sentences. 'I've gone too far . . . I'll never forgive myself . . . this time . . . you're dead, Suze . . . I lost control . . . it shouldn't have . . . this way . . .'
'Paul, what did you just say?' I asked, choking on a sob, and looking him in the eye. Paul stared at me with an unreadable look on his tanned face. I backed away from him.
'You did this?' I asked, my voice crackling slightly, but I didn't care. It was finally dawning on me . . . My expression was strange, and beginning to look accusing.
'Suze, of course I didn't-'
'DID YOU MAKE JESSE KILL ME OR NOT?!'
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My eyes went blank in sheer horror. It was one thing to be murdered by the one you loved. But to be raped by the one you loved, well, let's just say I'd rather have another round with the Ghost Hunter's Knife.
Seriously.
'Jesse, please!' I screamed, as he drew nearer to my bed. For the first time in my life, I couldn't move a muscle, due to my intense fear. Jesse's eyes were dark, with no love in them anymore.
He was lost.
I lay on my back, trying to move my legs and jump off the bed, but my acute panic rendered me terrifyingly motionless. My breath was ragged and petrified, and my eyes were killing world records, I tell you.
That's when he pounced on me.
There's no other way to write it. He was just like a vicious jungle cat. And he was lying on top of my weak, ghostly form.
I couldn't breath, not that I needed to, but I was still in the habit. I couldn't blink, couldn't move, couldn't fight back . . .
'Jesse, you don't want to do this,' I assured him in a breathless whisper, as he began, uh . . . unbuttoning my top in rather . . . feral manner.
'How do you know what I want to do?' he asked, sounding very fiery. 'I have been living in this stupid room for a hundred and fifty years, Susannah, and only just recently, you have come. Like I said before, you think I had mere friendship on my mind?' He kissed me rampantly, a way that I'd expect from Paul and Paul alone. But here was Jesse, kissing me on the lips, his kiss fueled with anger and unbridled passion.
Why was it that he was kissing me like this AFTER he, like, murdered me?!
WHY?!?!?!
I sank deeply into the pillows. Oh, how my lips were aching. I was screaming. Screaming louder than I ever had before.
'JESSE! DON'T!' I begged piteously. I know, I'm a wimp, but what would YOU be doing in that situation? Nothing too different, I expect.
'You said you didn't love me!' I shrieked at him. Screaming wasn't an issue anymore, no one could hear me.
I was dead.
'This has nothing to do with affection,' he said icily. I tried to push him off, but he grabbed my hands, trapped them back, making me gasp in pain, and proceeded to kiss me. 'This has nothing to do with you.'
I twisted my face away from him furiously. I was - oh, God! What was he doing?!
Something I care not to go into detail about, let it suffice to say.
I screamed out a cry of panic and misery, twisting my hands desperately to free them, but to no avail.
'Oh, Susannah,' he tutted in a pant.
'Shut up!' I yelled, 'Just stop it, Jesse! Or-'
'Or you'll what?' he asked, thoroughly amused. I knew that I could do precisely zilch. And I was furious. Furious that I was so helpless. Furious that I'd told Paul to run. Furious that Jesse was doing this.
And furious with myself for falling in love with Jesse in the first place . . .
This irrevocable rage seemed to pulse through my very veins, destroying my soul, darkening my world, and killing me. Although, as I reminded myself, I was already dead.
Then, as if powered by my fury, everything in my room began to shake violently. I ripped my hands from Jesse's iron grasp, and literally threw him across the room, so he smashed against the wall.
Then, weak as I was, I leapt from the window, landing painfully on the ground. I could still remember pain, and it seemed even worse, now that I didn't know exactly how much to expect. I ran from my house, with my spectral feet pounding heavily on the concrete. As I ran, flowers were crushed, mailboxes exploded with letters, shop windows shattered, much like my life had when Jesse had stabbed me.
Jesse had stabbed me . . .
He'd stabbed me!
Only then, did the reality hit home. I staggered in my run, and fell sideways into a dark side street, and fell on the road, howling my wretchedness. I had grazed my knee rather badly. There was a disgusting abrasion that was bleeding steadily.
Once again, I was staring at my own bloodshed.
The coldness on the bitumen stung my head, and I felt rain spitting lightly down, passing right through me. It was horrible. I closed my eyes.
'You thought that you could run from me Susannah?'
I jerked up from the concrete rapidly. There, I saw Jesse standing there, with his dark hair blowing east wood from the heavy winds that were starting. He stood tall, with his white top stained from my blood, and his face cracked into an evil smirk, as if to say, "I've already won this game."
I scampered up, backing away, tears still coursing down my face like river rapids.
'You stay away from me,' I whispered softly, retreating a step further.
'Impossible,' he shrugged, drawing closer to me, 'You are the only way that I'm going to get off of this earth, Susannah. Until I really feel like going, I'm going to do whatever I like to you. You should have come quietly, and then none of this would-'
'Shut up, you prick!' I snarled, and turned to run, but, oh so typically, he snatched up my arm, and pulled me right up against him. I mean, RIGHT up.
I struggled, sure I did. It no longer felt safe and warm in his grip. I dug my nails into his hands, trying to get him to leg go, but he was unaffected. Again, I was plunged into despair. I knew what he was going to with me. I knew it, and I was dreading it.
Jesse leant forward to kiss me . . .
. . . Only to stop a centimeter away from my lips, completely frozen! Yeah, as in icy frozen. And let me tell you, it's no picnic having icy arms wrapped around you. In fact, it's WAY sore! The ice bit at my ghostly body, sending me into a relentless shiver. I didn't want to move, in case I snapped Jesse's arms, or something, him being ice. I mean, maybe there was a way that this had all been some mistake? Maybe-
'Suze, are you okay?'
I turned my head, which was a little hard, as Jesse's hand was kind of around the back of my head, his fingers woven messily in my hair. But as far as I could turn, I saw a tiny bit of Paul's face.
'About time,' I said, and before I knew it, hot tears were spilling down my face, with a pleasant contrast to the ice that was entrapping me.
Paul gave me a pained look. 'Oh, Suze,' he said sorrowfully. 'I'm so sorry . . .'
'What did you do,' I sniffled. 'Oh, can you get me out of here? But, you know, don't break him, or anything,' I added sheepishly.
'Why not?' he demanded. 'He tried to-'
'I know, I know, but still . . .' Jesus, those tears were really coming on heavy now. I tried to stop them. I mean, crying in front of Paul? Yeah, not exactly boosting my confidence. He carefully helped me to slide out of Jesse's killer grip, and soon, Paul had me in a crushing, protective embrace. I glanced at Jesse, who was frozen in time, staring at me coldly, a thin layer of ice frosting over his desirable body.
What was wrong with the world? I mean, I didn't want this to be happening.
Hell, I didn't want to be DEAD, let alone have Paul hugging me.
Sigh . . . But sometimes, life/death's a bitch, huh?
Paul was whispering something into my hair. I couldn't hear him properly, I only caught snatches of sentences. 'I've gone too far . . . I'll never forgive myself . . . this time . . . you're dead, Suze . . . I lost control . . . it shouldn't have . . . this way . . .'
'Paul, what did you just say?' I asked, choking on a sob, and looking him in the eye. Paul stared at me with an unreadable look on his tanned face. I backed away from him.
'You did this?' I asked, my voice crackling slightly, but I didn't care. It was finally dawning on me . . . My expression was strange, and beginning to look accusing.
'Suze, of course I didn't-'
'DID YOU MAKE JESSE KILL ME OR NOT?!'
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A/N: We LOVE you guys! Thanks for the reviews, and you'll just have to wait. We have just had a cool idea, (Lauren and Kate, that is,) so this fanfic may be a little longer than expected, so bear with us. KEEP REVIEWING, YOU RULE!!!