A/N: I am in such a good mood! Thanks for the WONDERFUL reviews. You people
rock. You know that, right? I'm also happy because I was made a student
councilor today! Also known as a Prefect. (Think of Percy Weasley from
Harry Potter) That's right, I'm a goodie two-shoes. But a goodie two-shoes
who loves story writing, so here we are.
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Mmm . . . That was nice . . .
Someone was tickling my back gently. It felt like being brushed by feathers, and was oh so soothing. I gasped quietly, and murmured my pleasure.
'Like that, Susannah?'
'Yeah, Jesse,' I smiled. What a nice sleep that had been-
-WAIT!
It had NOT been a nice sleep! I'd had a horrible nightmare! Or . . . was it real? Was I dead? Was Jesse under a curse? My eyes snapped open rapidly, and I saw Jesse leaning over me. I was lying back on my back on what looked like a king bed, in this weird, red room, with silk and velvet draped around the walls, looking all regal . . . And Jesse was smiling at me. Of course it had been a dream. Jesse loves me, and I love him.
But hang on? I stared at Jesse's eyes. There- there was a foreign glint in them, as he stared at me, as if his thoughts weren't all that pure, if you know what I mean. Then, my mouth fell open as I saw my hand.
Glowing. My hand was glowing.
I was indeed a ghost.
I sat up promptly as if Jesse had just caught fire. A string of dark memories came flooding back painfully. Jesse had murdered me. I was a ghost. He'd tried to rape me. It was Paul's fault. Jesse was under a curse. I had killed Paul. Jesse had caught me again. And he said that I was going to stay as a ghost forever . . .
'Susannah,' he began, but I cut him off.
'Don't you give me that!' I said furiously, jerking away from him further, but as I was on a bed, creeping away from him, sitting at the end, he effortlessly just grabbed my foot and pulled me back. I slid easily back to him, kicking at his hand. Oh, and also, the skirt I was wearing when I died? Well, I kind of died with it, you know. Not a good thing, as it was a leather mini, and it hiked right up when he pulled me. And he so did not need any encouragement! Because at that minute, he pushed me down on the sofa bed, and then he um . . . God, how do I say this PG rated? Touched me where he shouldn't have, suffice it to say.
'Jesse!' I squeaked in outrage and shock, trying to move away from beneath him, but he wasn't yielding at all. My heart was racing, and I was getting very, VERY hot. Beads of sweat were rolling down my forehead. Jesse's dark Latino face lingered millimeters away from mine, and I could feel every breath of his, as his chest was kind of on top of mine, and not if a good way. This was worse than before. I mean, on his last attempt, he was just being SHY compared to this! I screamed, as waves of heat washed over me disturbingly. My breath quickened until they were just pants of desperation.
'Jesse! Get- Get you hands OFF OF ME!' I screamed. I mean, ewww . . . this was SO wrong!
'Suze!'
Paul burst in. I screamed again, and Jesse's head twisted roughly to face Paul. 'Get out, Slater, if you know what's good for you,' he said in a dangerous growl that scared me to death. I was shaking. I mean, seriously, I was petrified of this Jesse. He had murdered me, and proved to possess a terrifyingly alarming, ah, sexual inclination. So there was Jesse, on top of me, doing God knows what, and there was me underneath him, shaking and perspiring and screaming.
Paul gave me a look that said, "I'm so sorry," and left quickly, locking the door behind him.
'NOOOO!' I shrieked in despair. 'Paul, HELP! You bastard! Please!' But my please came out in about four syllables, due to the fact that I was crying so damn hard.
I knew that I was dead, but I still considered my death to be my life until I moved on.
And that was the worst night of my entire life . . .
~*~
It wasn't until dawn that Jesse left me. By then, I saw sobbing hysterically. I had a feeling that I was terribly bruised from, ah, rough movements of Jesse's part. But it was my peace of mind that had been destroyed beyond repair. Jesse had definitely received, uh, sexual satisfaction last night, but I hadn't been at all willing to give it. So he'd forced it from me. And now I was devastated.
As I was mopping up another episode of terrified tears, I glanced around at the room surrounding me. Like I said, it was heavily embellished with draperies of sleek silk and velvet. The bed was a kind size, with crimson quilt covers and huge, gold rimmed pillows. It had a canopy, like my own, but unlike my bed at home, the material hanging from the canopy was silky red, corresponding with the quilt. Large, elaborate carpets spread across the floor, and these little cushion things were all over the place. It was a perfect picture of a king's room. Yeah, because let's face it, it wasn't very feminine. There were no stylish frills, but everything was very mannish and succinct. Shaking, I nibbled at my fingers. I was WAY paranoid, and I had every right to be.
'Suze? Can I speak to you?' asked a voice.
I turned to the door, and there was Paul, poking his head in. Instantly, a blind rage consumed me that seemed to twist my guts, boil my blood and churn my heart as if it had been thrown in a high-speed blender.
'THIS IS ALL YOU FAULT!' I wailed so deafeningly, that several things around the room shook violently.
Paul stared at me determinedly. 'I know,' he said, and was in front of me in five large strides. He pulled me into him, and wrapped his arms around me. It felt so comforting.
'I can't believe you just let him rape me,' I whispered softly, barely audible. I felt so lost and weak, like I would collapse if Paul hadn't been supporting me. He rubbed my back, making soothing noises. I rested my chin on his shoulder, sniffing. Tears leaked out of my eyes, trailing down my face like corrosive acid.
'I can't believe that this could have possibly gone so wrong,' said Paul ruefully. I cuddled against him. Hot as I was, he was providing me with a warmth that had nothing to do with temperature, but rather . . . security. Something I expected from Jesse, not Paul.
Paul's fingers trickled town the side of my chin, tilting it up to face him. I stared desolately into his eyes. They were so light and delicate . . .
'Suze, one way or another, I'll bring you back to life,' Paul vowed.
And he kissed me.
It was much like that day in his room, where he'd said something to catch me off guard, and then he'd kiss me. And it even started out how it did in his room. I kissed him back. However, unlike what happened in his room, I didn't pull away. I didn't even want to. It was almost like I was just pretending that he was actually Jesse inside. How I knew differently, but there was no harm in dreaming, was there?
This kiss, rather than the one in his room, that was passionate and fiery, was soft and gentle. That was until I reached up, and pulled him into a much deeper kiss, one that seemed to transfer an electricity between us. I was very aware of our closeness and alliance, but more of the fact that he was respecting me. I couldn't believe that this was happening, however. I mean, I was kissing Paul, after he had gotten me killed. But then again, after Jesse had raped me, so this was very comforting. I kept reminding myself that Jesse was cursed . . . But it was hard. Rape is one thing that is very hard to forget, and the way Jesse's body had been touching mine, well, that was something that was going to torment me forever.
And beyond.
I broke away from Paul's lips, gasping for air. 'Paul?' I asked. I had to know. 'When, exactly, did you put the curse on Jesse?'
He looked bewildered. 'What are you- Oh, that. Uh . . . just after you told me you wanted a word with Jesse alone. I was all happy, but then realized that you were just bullshitting. I got angry, and shifted to . . . a place, and got the curse.'
My mouth fell open.
'What does a curse look like?' I asked, panting. Hey, we'd kissed a long time; I was still catching my breath, okay? And once again, breathing wasn't necessary as a ghost, but I wasn't used to not breathing.
He stared at me with a frown. 'Well, it's actually just a scroll of paper with incantations on it, swathed in a shadow. Once used, it bursts into flame,' he said, still holding me forcefully by my shoulders.
'And one more thing,' I said breathlessly, 'What is this place?'
'This? This is my place.'
'Huh?'
'Well, we're not on earth anymore. But we're not in purgatory, or whatever you are used to. There's so much more than that,' he said.
'Oh, okay then,' I said, leaning my forehead against his.
And then I kissed him again.
~*~
Okay, I DID NOT go any further than that kiss, guys. After we were quite done, he respectfully left me alone.
And, classically, I burst into tears again.
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A/N: Guys, I'm seriously worried, should I move this up to R? I really don't want to, but if you think I should, I will. *Sighs* Also, Jesse will turn out all right, I swear, so don't' like, hold my at cyber gun point or anything, please! But, will Suze fall for Paul first? You will just have to wait and see!
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Mmm . . . That was nice . . .
Someone was tickling my back gently. It felt like being brushed by feathers, and was oh so soothing. I gasped quietly, and murmured my pleasure.
'Like that, Susannah?'
'Yeah, Jesse,' I smiled. What a nice sleep that had been-
-WAIT!
It had NOT been a nice sleep! I'd had a horrible nightmare! Or . . . was it real? Was I dead? Was Jesse under a curse? My eyes snapped open rapidly, and I saw Jesse leaning over me. I was lying back on my back on what looked like a king bed, in this weird, red room, with silk and velvet draped around the walls, looking all regal . . . And Jesse was smiling at me. Of course it had been a dream. Jesse loves me, and I love him.
But hang on? I stared at Jesse's eyes. There- there was a foreign glint in them, as he stared at me, as if his thoughts weren't all that pure, if you know what I mean. Then, my mouth fell open as I saw my hand.
Glowing. My hand was glowing.
I was indeed a ghost.
I sat up promptly as if Jesse had just caught fire. A string of dark memories came flooding back painfully. Jesse had murdered me. I was a ghost. He'd tried to rape me. It was Paul's fault. Jesse was under a curse. I had killed Paul. Jesse had caught me again. And he said that I was going to stay as a ghost forever . . .
'Susannah,' he began, but I cut him off.
'Don't you give me that!' I said furiously, jerking away from him further, but as I was on a bed, creeping away from him, sitting at the end, he effortlessly just grabbed my foot and pulled me back. I slid easily back to him, kicking at his hand. Oh, and also, the skirt I was wearing when I died? Well, I kind of died with it, you know. Not a good thing, as it was a leather mini, and it hiked right up when he pulled me. And he so did not need any encouragement! Because at that minute, he pushed me down on the sofa bed, and then he um . . . God, how do I say this PG rated? Touched me where he shouldn't have, suffice it to say.
'Jesse!' I squeaked in outrage and shock, trying to move away from beneath him, but he wasn't yielding at all. My heart was racing, and I was getting very, VERY hot. Beads of sweat were rolling down my forehead. Jesse's dark Latino face lingered millimeters away from mine, and I could feel every breath of his, as his chest was kind of on top of mine, and not if a good way. This was worse than before. I mean, on his last attempt, he was just being SHY compared to this! I screamed, as waves of heat washed over me disturbingly. My breath quickened until they were just pants of desperation.
'Jesse! Get- Get you hands OFF OF ME!' I screamed. I mean, ewww . . . this was SO wrong!
'Suze!'
Paul burst in. I screamed again, and Jesse's head twisted roughly to face Paul. 'Get out, Slater, if you know what's good for you,' he said in a dangerous growl that scared me to death. I was shaking. I mean, seriously, I was petrified of this Jesse. He had murdered me, and proved to possess a terrifyingly alarming, ah, sexual inclination. So there was Jesse, on top of me, doing God knows what, and there was me underneath him, shaking and perspiring and screaming.
Paul gave me a look that said, "I'm so sorry," and left quickly, locking the door behind him.
'NOOOO!' I shrieked in despair. 'Paul, HELP! You bastard! Please!' But my please came out in about four syllables, due to the fact that I was crying so damn hard.
I knew that I was dead, but I still considered my death to be my life until I moved on.
And that was the worst night of my entire life . . .
~*~
It wasn't until dawn that Jesse left me. By then, I saw sobbing hysterically. I had a feeling that I was terribly bruised from, ah, rough movements of Jesse's part. But it was my peace of mind that had been destroyed beyond repair. Jesse had definitely received, uh, sexual satisfaction last night, but I hadn't been at all willing to give it. So he'd forced it from me. And now I was devastated.
As I was mopping up another episode of terrified tears, I glanced around at the room surrounding me. Like I said, it was heavily embellished with draperies of sleek silk and velvet. The bed was a kind size, with crimson quilt covers and huge, gold rimmed pillows. It had a canopy, like my own, but unlike my bed at home, the material hanging from the canopy was silky red, corresponding with the quilt. Large, elaborate carpets spread across the floor, and these little cushion things were all over the place. It was a perfect picture of a king's room. Yeah, because let's face it, it wasn't very feminine. There were no stylish frills, but everything was very mannish and succinct. Shaking, I nibbled at my fingers. I was WAY paranoid, and I had every right to be.
'Suze? Can I speak to you?' asked a voice.
I turned to the door, and there was Paul, poking his head in. Instantly, a blind rage consumed me that seemed to twist my guts, boil my blood and churn my heart as if it had been thrown in a high-speed blender.
'THIS IS ALL YOU FAULT!' I wailed so deafeningly, that several things around the room shook violently.
Paul stared at me determinedly. 'I know,' he said, and was in front of me in five large strides. He pulled me into him, and wrapped his arms around me. It felt so comforting.
'I can't believe you just let him rape me,' I whispered softly, barely audible. I felt so lost and weak, like I would collapse if Paul hadn't been supporting me. He rubbed my back, making soothing noises. I rested my chin on his shoulder, sniffing. Tears leaked out of my eyes, trailing down my face like corrosive acid.
'I can't believe that this could have possibly gone so wrong,' said Paul ruefully. I cuddled against him. Hot as I was, he was providing me with a warmth that had nothing to do with temperature, but rather . . . security. Something I expected from Jesse, not Paul.
Paul's fingers trickled town the side of my chin, tilting it up to face him. I stared desolately into his eyes. They were so light and delicate . . .
'Suze, one way or another, I'll bring you back to life,' Paul vowed.
And he kissed me.
It was much like that day in his room, where he'd said something to catch me off guard, and then he'd kiss me. And it even started out how it did in his room. I kissed him back. However, unlike what happened in his room, I didn't pull away. I didn't even want to. It was almost like I was just pretending that he was actually Jesse inside. How I knew differently, but there was no harm in dreaming, was there?
This kiss, rather than the one in his room, that was passionate and fiery, was soft and gentle. That was until I reached up, and pulled him into a much deeper kiss, one that seemed to transfer an electricity between us. I was very aware of our closeness and alliance, but more of the fact that he was respecting me. I couldn't believe that this was happening, however. I mean, I was kissing Paul, after he had gotten me killed. But then again, after Jesse had raped me, so this was very comforting. I kept reminding myself that Jesse was cursed . . . But it was hard. Rape is one thing that is very hard to forget, and the way Jesse's body had been touching mine, well, that was something that was going to torment me forever.
And beyond.
I broke away from Paul's lips, gasping for air. 'Paul?' I asked. I had to know. 'When, exactly, did you put the curse on Jesse?'
He looked bewildered. 'What are you- Oh, that. Uh . . . just after you told me you wanted a word with Jesse alone. I was all happy, but then realized that you were just bullshitting. I got angry, and shifted to . . . a place, and got the curse.'
My mouth fell open.
'What does a curse look like?' I asked, panting. Hey, we'd kissed a long time; I was still catching my breath, okay? And once again, breathing wasn't necessary as a ghost, but I wasn't used to not breathing.
He stared at me with a frown. 'Well, it's actually just a scroll of paper with incantations on it, swathed in a shadow. Once used, it bursts into flame,' he said, still holding me forcefully by my shoulders.
'And one more thing,' I said breathlessly, 'What is this place?'
'This? This is my place.'
'Huh?'
'Well, we're not on earth anymore. But we're not in purgatory, or whatever you are used to. There's so much more than that,' he said.
'Oh, okay then,' I said, leaning my forehead against his.
And then I kissed him again.
~*~
Okay, I DID NOT go any further than that kiss, guys. After we were quite done, he respectfully left me alone.
And, classically, I burst into tears again.
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A/N: Guys, I'm seriously worried, should I move this up to R? I really don't want to, but if you think I should, I will. *Sighs* Also, Jesse will turn out all right, I swear, so don't' like, hold my at cyber gun point or anything, please! But, will Suze fall for Paul first? You will just have to wait and see!