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Jesse stepped through the door first, and Paul and I followed him. It felt like I had just walked through a sheet of icy water. The place I was in now was strange. I was standing on the top of a stone stairway. At the foot of the steps was a clear floor, and lead up to another flight of stairs opposite us. At the top of those stairs was what looked like a chair - a throne. Like, way freaky. It reminded me of one of those Ancient Egyptian tombs that I saw on The Mummy. The walls were lined with flaming torches, the fire dancing ghost-like across the walls. The limestone bricks around the chamber had a kind of dark, sandy brown glow about them, and there were eight pillars that were shaped like huge sarcophagi. Funny how sarcophagi is the plural for sarcophagus, hey? I giggled weakly to myself. Jeez, even I was nervous, and I didn't even realize what we were up against . . .
I looked around nervously. I wanted to ask Paul something, but the eerie silence that swathed the chamber seemed to be punishable by death if disturbed. Mind, death wasn't an issue, but it still freaked me out.
Finally, my anxiety got the better of me, and I hissed, 'Now what?'
'We have to wait,' breathed Paul in my ear, his whisper blowing gently and reassuringly on my hair. 'This dude can go invisible, so he is examining us.'
'So, he could be staring at my ass at this very moment, and I wouldn't even know?' I murmured in outrage. I mean, ewww!
'Uh huh,' came Paul's distracted reply. I saw that Jesse wasn't looking so jolly himself. His coolness had been completely dampened, and he looked mighty paranoid at this moment.
'Jesse, are you okay?' I asked.
'I'm fine!' he insisted angrily, yet quietly. He seemed to be controlling his temper while this Keeper of Souls guy was possibly in our midst.
Okay, this waiting was getting really annoying now. I began to fidget with my hair, braiding it nervously. Then, out of the blue, invisible hands found their way around my waist and hauled me backward. I yelled in shock and went to attack the fool who dared lay a finger on me, but with an awful cracking noise, I felt myself vanish and reappear at the top of the stairs that Jesse and Paul were standing opposite of. Mind, they weren't exactly just standing. Jesse's head was whipping around sharply, and Paul had jumped down the stairs in a catlike movement as soon as he'd seen where I'd rematerialized.
I did manage to turn my head and see who my captor was though. I didn't have to look too far back, as this guy- yes, it was a guy- was practically all over me. One arm was around my left arm, with his hand planted casually below my neck, and his other arm was on my abdomen. I tried to get away, you know, give him a back kick in the you-know-whatsies, but his grip on my tightened threateningly.
'Don't move a muscle, girl,' he said in my ear, in this really deadly, amused voice. So, when I finally did manage to turn my head that little bit, just to defy this command, I saw his face.
He looked so young! I mean, this guy couldn't have been too much older than Jesse. And- I regret to say - he was a hottie. Like, sizzlin'. He had sharp, black eyes that were narrowed at the moment in satisfaction, a crooked smile that expressed his confidence, and slick, blond hair that was kind of gelled back. His arms and face, at least, were deeply tanned, and I could only presume that the rest of him was. He was in this kind of leather, sleeveless top, but I couldn't see what else he was wearing. His whole aura seemed to radiate with the message, 'I'm dangerous.' Jeez, why do I find these bad boys attractive? What is WRONG with me?
I replied to his lethal tone, 'Don't mess with me, pal.' Again, I tried to force my way out of his hold, but again he tightened it.
Paul had finally made it over to this side of the steps. Jesse, who'd kept a slightly cooler head, had tactfully materialized.
'Lucifer,' nodded Jesse all business-like.
'Mr Da Silva,' came that mighty dangerous voice behind my ear, 'I'm impressed with the company you keep.' His left hand slid down my chest slightly. Okay, this was WAY too gross. Yet, again I thrashed about, but it was no use. This guy was really strong. As in, stronger than ten Jesses strong. I mean, of those muscly arms were any indication at all. Paul was glaring daggers at this guy who's name seemed to be "Lucifer," his fists clenched.
'Careful, Slater, your eyeballs might pop in a second,' said Lucifer, noticing Paul's look. Paul lowered his gaze. Lucifer's hands moved to my wrists and he rapidly spun me around, tilting my chin up to look at him. If looks could kill, that guy would have been dust about then.
'She's a pretty one,' he commented to Jesse. I couldn't see what they were doing, but it sounded like Paul was really pissed off. However, both of my companions were remaining quite silent.
'Well?' asked Lucifer, and that was when he went too far. One of his hands wandered down to my butt, and I snapped. With all my strength, I pushed myself away from him, and kicked him in the stomach. He was sent flying back. I was shocked. I mean, I knew I was no amateur at fighting, but I didn't know that I could actually propel people backward that far. However, I stopped being so self congratulating when I noticed that he was up again. I ran for Paul - I mean, I wasn't about to run to Jesse for any protection - but this guy was FAST. I mean, it was snakelike, his reflexes. He grabbed my wrist and tugged me back to him.
'No you don't,' he laughed. Again, he looked at Jesse. 'She's a tough little one, isn't she?' he remarked with pleasure. Paul was quivering in rage.
'Who is this asshole?' I demanded of Jesse.
Jesse's eyes widened in a 'shut up!' expression, but again, this Lucifer guy seemed to think it was funny. I really should had made the connection, but I was too angry.
Lucifer twisted me around again, his hands still around my wrists, which he pinned behind my back. 'Didn't your friends tell you who I am?' he asked with a strange expression that reminded me of how people talk to babies. As in the "oooh, who's a big girl today?" style. I know, I've seen some whacked out parents do it. It's WEIRD. But this guy, well - like I said - was hot stuff. I mean, trust my luck for me to be in a chamber with the three hottest guys of the millennium, and still be in peril. I mean, they were all cute in their own way. Jesse, with his Latino, puppy dog eyes - and the great abs - Paul with his sublime hair and the gorgeous face, and now this guy with his shiny blond hair, and his dead devious expression that I seemed to find VERY appealing. But, like I said, my life was in danger, so that kind of dampened the situation.
'No,' I replied icily.
He chuckled and bowed his head slightly. 'I'm the Keeper of Souls.'
Silence.
Then, I snorted.
Yeah, I know, not the cleverest thing to do. His look turned to thunder like lightning. 'You seem to find something funny?' he challenged.
'What? You find me funny, do you not?' I retorted. He gave me this abrupt, violent shake that seemed to jolt me to my senses. I looked accusingly at Paul, because he wasn't exactly doing anything to prevent this, but he just shot me this "behave" look.
BEHAVE?!
'You, the Keeper of Souls? The one that these two were talking about with hushed voices? The spooky one? Uh, you're not exactly Freddy or Jason, if you know what I mean.' I don't know what junk I was prattling on, but it sure wasn't anything that Jesse approved of. He strode over and hissed at Lucifer, 'Ignore her,' and firing a look of pure venom at me. It pained me to see such hatred in his eyes for me . . .
Again, the Lucifer dude laughed, but it was kind of hollow now. 'No, no,' he said, 'I like 'em fiery.'
He SO did not just say that . . .
Oh my God, what had I gotten myself into here?!
Then, with a wave of his hand, which spewed out a kind of red, sparkly mist, a set of hand cuffs appeared. A very kinky thought darted through my mind about then, and it wasn't pleasant. With those break-neck reflexes again, he cuffed my right hand, and dragged me towards that throne thing I'd seen from the other side of the chamber before, and cuffed the other half to the arm. Uh, this was NOT good. He then turned back to Paul and Jesse.
'Gentlemen,' he said. I couldn't see his face, because his back was turned to me, 'I am honoured that you've blessed me with such a pleasing pastime.' All the blood drained from my face . . . I mean, what a sleaze!
'Lucifer, evil one, we have come to ask a favour,' Jesse said smoothly. Paul, I noticed, was still shaking in anger. I quietly turned and seated myself, dignified, on the throne, and certainly not with fear. I mean, I was trying to appear as standoffish as possible. Didn't want Sleaze-Butt getting the wrong idea, now. I still couldn't believe that he was the Keeper of Souls. I mean, I'd been expecting some ancient guy. And old dude, at least, would have just been mean, but this guy was crooked, which was so much worse.
'Yes?' said Lucifer boredly, who went to lean coolly against one of the sarcophagus pillars. Paul took a menacing step closer and was about to say something, but Jesse cut him off.
'Well, it was a matter of great misfortune that we were all separated from our lives,' Jesse explained in a calm, Spanish accent. 'It would be most appreciated if you could restore us to our lives. Well, Mr Slater and myself. Susannah is to stay as a ghost.'
Again, that hit me hard.
Lucifer looked up at him. 'And why should I do this for you?' he asked, a delicate eyebrow raised.
Jesse shrugged. 'Well, I'm not sure if you've been told, but you're looking at the new Royal Advisor to His Majesty,' he said very smugly indeed.
Both Lucifer and Paul looked at him very sharply.
'What?!' they said in united disbelief.
Jesse smirked. 'Yes, so if you ever needed any inside help, you could always notify me.' Paul was still glaring murderously at Jesse, but Lucifer nodded.
'I see where you're coming from,' he said, 'but . . . inside help? Is that really worth two lives? I was thinking more along the lines of . . .'
His eyes rested on me, and I felt my heart cease to function. It was like someone had pressed the "shut down" button in protest of what I was realizing.
Paul, bless him, spoke up very furiously, 'No way. Name anything else, but Susannah is going back to earth. She's not-'
'It's a deal,' said Jesse.
My world shattered into thousands of tiny, irreparable shards . . .
How could he? HOW COULD HE?!
'No!' I screamed, 'I'm NOT staying here with that creep! Jesse, please! Don't do that!'
Jesse turned to me aloofly. 'I told you that I had my uses for bringing you along. Barter was certainly unexpected, but it seemed to have worked very conveniently.'
That was when Paul dove at him. 'Don't even think about it!' he roared, his hands around Jesse's neck. Lucifer smirked, and watched with interest, folding his arms smugly, and then looking over at me. That moment when our eyes met, I knew that I was up shit creek without a paddle big time. His black, demon eyes were alive with deep satisfaction.
Jesse, I saw, was really socking Paul hard. Paul was yelling, and they were both rolling around on the ground, till they rolled right down the steps. That must have been painful, I tell you. But, on the bottom floor, they continued their incensed combat. It was a give and take battle; Jesse was giving, Paul was taking. I wanted to run in and try to stop it all, but the handcuffs were preventing me from doing anything of the sort. That was when I saw it on the ground -
A Ghost Hunter's Knife! Paul must have dropped it!
I bent down, but kind of slipped off the chair. Shoving the knife into the back pocket of my leather skirt hurriedly, I sat back on it. I really shouldn't have attracted attention to myself, because at that moment, Lucifer came swaggering over.
'Well, well, well, Susannah, looks like we'll be having a sleepover,' he said seductively, smirking a crooked, immoral smirk, his black eyes glinting evilly. If there was ever a time where I was scared, it was then. I was terrified! I had another episode of thrashing desperately against my chains, but it didn't do a bloody thing except make enough noise to give me a blinding headache - in this place, ghosts weren't immune to anything - and hurt my wrist a lot. Lucifer slid a bronzed hand down my face. 'Now, settle down. There's plenty of time to get wild later, you know.' I couldn't believe my ears! This guy was such a - a . . .
I was too fearful and scandalized to think up a nasty enough swear word at the time. He noticed the panic in my eyes, and it seemed to arouse him even more, and he completely neglected the raging two-man battle below, and focused all of his attention on me. I was off that throne like I shot, but I couldn't go anywhere, due to the fact that I was shackled to the arm of it. So while I tried to run a circle around the throne, I didn't get very far, and Lucifer - isn't that such a gay name? - slammed me roughly against the high back of it.
'As soon as your friend Mr Da Silva shakes my hand, you'll be all mine,' he said, and kissed me on the mouth, but I was fully turning away from him!
And I raised the Ghost Hunter's Knife to stab him . . .
'Suze! DON'T! He's our only way out!' bellowed Paul. He and Jesse had frozen. Lucifer heard him, and looked around, saw the knife, and his expression changed into a murderous one.
'Why, you little bitch!' he roared, and threw me to the floor. Yep, he broke the handcuffs all right. Easily, too.
I sprawled across the ground. The Knife was a meter away . . .
But noticed my gaze, and demonstrating those killer reflexes yet again, he shot at it, and reached it a millisecond before my hand did.
But he didn't raise it.
'I'm not going to stab you - yet. That would be too much of a waste,' he said slyly. 'Ha, but don't go trying to off me again, or you'll find yourself facing some pretty serious punishments.' And by the look in his eyes, his punishments had nothing to do with jail sentences, if you catch my drift.
'You wouldn't dare,' I hissed. Which was a pretty stupid thing to say. I mean, I was still on the ground, and he was leaning over me, with the sleaziest expression on his face.
'Watch out, I would,' he said, and went down, uh . . . yeah, but by that time, my strength had come from my rage.
THIS GUY DESERVED TO HAVE HIS ASS KICKED INTO NON-EXISTANCE!
I scrambled up, and kicked his face. He howled, clutching it, and hit the wall hard. Bouncing back up, he charged at me, his eyes flashing demonically so they were completely black like Paul's and Jesse's had been. I aimed a dynamic at his stomach, and he doubled over. On the third kick, I wasn't quite so lucky. He caught my leg and knocked my off my feet, but from the ground, I kicked him down too. Then, I leapt on him, in a total non-sexual way, and yanked the Ghost Hunter's Knife from him, arching my arm threateningly.
'Bye, bye, buster,' I snarled through gritted teeth, but . . .
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Jesse stepped through the door first, and Paul and I followed him. It felt like I had just walked through a sheet of icy water. The place I was in now was strange. I was standing on the top of a stone stairway. At the foot of the steps was a clear floor, and lead up to another flight of stairs opposite us. At the top of those stairs was what looked like a chair - a throne. Like, way freaky. It reminded me of one of those Ancient Egyptian tombs that I saw on The Mummy. The walls were lined with flaming torches, the fire dancing ghost-like across the walls. The limestone bricks around the chamber had a kind of dark, sandy brown glow about them, and there were eight pillars that were shaped like huge sarcophagi. Funny how sarcophagi is the plural for sarcophagus, hey? I giggled weakly to myself. Jeez, even I was nervous, and I didn't even realize what we were up against . . .
I looked around nervously. I wanted to ask Paul something, but the eerie silence that swathed the chamber seemed to be punishable by death if disturbed. Mind, death wasn't an issue, but it still freaked me out.
Finally, my anxiety got the better of me, and I hissed, 'Now what?'
'We have to wait,' breathed Paul in my ear, his whisper blowing gently and reassuringly on my hair. 'This dude can go invisible, so he is examining us.'
'So, he could be staring at my ass at this very moment, and I wouldn't even know?' I murmured in outrage. I mean, ewww!
'Uh huh,' came Paul's distracted reply. I saw that Jesse wasn't looking so jolly himself. His coolness had been completely dampened, and he looked mighty paranoid at this moment.
'Jesse, are you okay?' I asked.
'I'm fine!' he insisted angrily, yet quietly. He seemed to be controlling his temper while this Keeper of Souls guy was possibly in our midst.
Okay, this waiting was getting really annoying now. I began to fidget with my hair, braiding it nervously. Then, out of the blue, invisible hands found their way around my waist and hauled me backward. I yelled in shock and went to attack the fool who dared lay a finger on me, but with an awful cracking noise, I felt myself vanish and reappear at the top of the stairs that Jesse and Paul were standing opposite of. Mind, they weren't exactly just standing. Jesse's head was whipping around sharply, and Paul had jumped down the stairs in a catlike movement as soon as he'd seen where I'd rematerialized.
I did manage to turn my head and see who my captor was though. I didn't have to look too far back, as this guy- yes, it was a guy- was practically all over me. One arm was around my left arm, with his hand planted casually below my neck, and his other arm was on my abdomen. I tried to get away, you know, give him a back kick in the you-know-whatsies, but his grip on my tightened threateningly.
'Don't move a muscle, girl,' he said in my ear, in this really deadly, amused voice. So, when I finally did manage to turn my head that little bit, just to defy this command, I saw his face.
He looked so young! I mean, this guy couldn't have been too much older than Jesse. And- I regret to say - he was a hottie. Like, sizzlin'. He had sharp, black eyes that were narrowed at the moment in satisfaction, a crooked smile that expressed his confidence, and slick, blond hair that was kind of gelled back. His arms and face, at least, were deeply tanned, and I could only presume that the rest of him was. He was in this kind of leather, sleeveless top, but I couldn't see what else he was wearing. His whole aura seemed to radiate with the message, 'I'm dangerous.' Jeez, why do I find these bad boys attractive? What is WRONG with me?
I replied to his lethal tone, 'Don't mess with me, pal.' Again, I tried to force my way out of his hold, but again he tightened it.
Paul had finally made it over to this side of the steps. Jesse, who'd kept a slightly cooler head, had tactfully materialized.
'Lucifer,' nodded Jesse all business-like.
'Mr Da Silva,' came that mighty dangerous voice behind my ear, 'I'm impressed with the company you keep.' His left hand slid down my chest slightly. Okay, this was WAY too gross. Yet, again I thrashed about, but it was no use. This guy was really strong. As in, stronger than ten Jesses strong. I mean, of those muscly arms were any indication at all. Paul was glaring daggers at this guy who's name seemed to be "Lucifer," his fists clenched.
'Careful, Slater, your eyeballs might pop in a second,' said Lucifer, noticing Paul's look. Paul lowered his gaze. Lucifer's hands moved to my wrists and he rapidly spun me around, tilting my chin up to look at him. If looks could kill, that guy would have been dust about then.
'She's a pretty one,' he commented to Jesse. I couldn't see what they were doing, but it sounded like Paul was really pissed off. However, both of my companions were remaining quite silent.
'Well?' asked Lucifer, and that was when he went too far. One of his hands wandered down to my butt, and I snapped. With all my strength, I pushed myself away from him, and kicked him in the stomach. He was sent flying back. I was shocked. I mean, I knew I was no amateur at fighting, but I didn't know that I could actually propel people backward that far. However, I stopped being so self congratulating when I noticed that he was up again. I ran for Paul - I mean, I wasn't about to run to Jesse for any protection - but this guy was FAST. I mean, it was snakelike, his reflexes. He grabbed my wrist and tugged me back to him.
'No you don't,' he laughed. Again, he looked at Jesse. 'She's a tough little one, isn't she?' he remarked with pleasure. Paul was quivering in rage.
'Who is this asshole?' I demanded of Jesse.
Jesse's eyes widened in a 'shut up!' expression, but again, this Lucifer guy seemed to think it was funny. I really should had made the connection, but I was too angry.
Lucifer twisted me around again, his hands still around my wrists, which he pinned behind my back. 'Didn't your friends tell you who I am?' he asked with a strange expression that reminded me of how people talk to babies. As in the "oooh, who's a big girl today?" style. I know, I've seen some whacked out parents do it. It's WEIRD. But this guy, well - like I said - was hot stuff. I mean, trust my luck for me to be in a chamber with the three hottest guys of the millennium, and still be in peril. I mean, they were all cute in their own way. Jesse, with his Latino, puppy dog eyes - and the great abs - Paul with his sublime hair and the gorgeous face, and now this guy with his shiny blond hair, and his dead devious expression that I seemed to find VERY appealing. But, like I said, my life was in danger, so that kind of dampened the situation.
'No,' I replied icily.
He chuckled and bowed his head slightly. 'I'm the Keeper of Souls.'
Silence.
Then, I snorted.
Yeah, I know, not the cleverest thing to do. His look turned to thunder like lightning. 'You seem to find something funny?' he challenged.
'What? You find me funny, do you not?' I retorted. He gave me this abrupt, violent shake that seemed to jolt me to my senses. I looked accusingly at Paul, because he wasn't exactly doing anything to prevent this, but he just shot me this "behave" look.
BEHAVE?!
'You, the Keeper of Souls? The one that these two were talking about with hushed voices? The spooky one? Uh, you're not exactly Freddy or Jason, if you know what I mean.' I don't know what junk I was prattling on, but it sure wasn't anything that Jesse approved of. He strode over and hissed at Lucifer, 'Ignore her,' and firing a look of pure venom at me. It pained me to see such hatred in his eyes for me . . .
Again, the Lucifer dude laughed, but it was kind of hollow now. 'No, no,' he said, 'I like 'em fiery.'
He SO did not just say that . . .
Oh my God, what had I gotten myself into here?!
Then, with a wave of his hand, which spewed out a kind of red, sparkly mist, a set of hand cuffs appeared. A very kinky thought darted through my mind about then, and it wasn't pleasant. With those break-neck reflexes again, he cuffed my right hand, and dragged me towards that throne thing I'd seen from the other side of the chamber before, and cuffed the other half to the arm. Uh, this was NOT good. He then turned back to Paul and Jesse.
'Gentlemen,' he said. I couldn't see his face, because his back was turned to me, 'I am honoured that you've blessed me with such a pleasing pastime.' All the blood drained from my face . . . I mean, what a sleaze!
'Lucifer, evil one, we have come to ask a favour,' Jesse said smoothly. Paul, I noticed, was still shaking in anger. I quietly turned and seated myself, dignified, on the throne, and certainly not with fear. I mean, I was trying to appear as standoffish as possible. Didn't want Sleaze-Butt getting the wrong idea, now. I still couldn't believe that he was the Keeper of Souls. I mean, I'd been expecting some ancient guy. And old dude, at least, would have just been mean, but this guy was crooked, which was so much worse.
'Yes?' said Lucifer boredly, who went to lean coolly against one of the sarcophagus pillars. Paul took a menacing step closer and was about to say something, but Jesse cut him off.
'Well, it was a matter of great misfortune that we were all separated from our lives,' Jesse explained in a calm, Spanish accent. 'It would be most appreciated if you could restore us to our lives. Well, Mr Slater and myself. Susannah is to stay as a ghost.'
Again, that hit me hard.
Lucifer looked up at him. 'And why should I do this for you?' he asked, a delicate eyebrow raised.
Jesse shrugged. 'Well, I'm not sure if you've been told, but you're looking at the new Royal Advisor to His Majesty,' he said very smugly indeed.
Both Lucifer and Paul looked at him very sharply.
'What?!' they said in united disbelief.
Jesse smirked. 'Yes, so if you ever needed any inside help, you could always notify me.' Paul was still glaring murderously at Jesse, but Lucifer nodded.
'I see where you're coming from,' he said, 'but . . . inside help? Is that really worth two lives? I was thinking more along the lines of . . .'
His eyes rested on me, and I felt my heart cease to function. It was like someone had pressed the "shut down" button in protest of what I was realizing.
Paul, bless him, spoke up very furiously, 'No way. Name anything else, but Susannah is going back to earth. She's not-'
'It's a deal,' said Jesse.
My world shattered into thousands of tiny, irreparable shards . . .
How could he? HOW COULD HE?!
'No!' I screamed, 'I'm NOT staying here with that creep! Jesse, please! Don't do that!'
Jesse turned to me aloofly. 'I told you that I had my uses for bringing you along. Barter was certainly unexpected, but it seemed to have worked very conveniently.'
That was when Paul dove at him. 'Don't even think about it!' he roared, his hands around Jesse's neck. Lucifer smirked, and watched with interest, folding his arms smugly, and then looking over at me. That moment when our eyes met, I knew that I was up shit creek without a paddle big time. His black, demon eyes were alive with deep satisfaction.
Jesse, I saw, was really socking Paul hard. Paul was yelling, and they were both rolling around on the ground, till they rolled right down the steps. That must have been painful, I tell you. But, on the bottom floor, they continued their incensed combat. It was a give and take battle; Jesse was giving, Paul was taking. I wanted to run in and try to stop it all, but the handcuffs were preventing me from doing anything of the sort. That was when I saw it on the ground -
A Ghost Hunter's Knife! Paul must have dropped it!
I bent down, but kind of slipped off the chair. Shoving the knife into the back pocket of my leather skirt hurriedly, I sat back on it. I really shouldn't have attracted attention to myself, because at that moment, Lucifer came swaggering over.
'Well, well, well, Susannah, looks like we'll be having a sleepover,' he said seductively, smirking a crooked, immoral smirk, his black eyes glinting evilly. If there was ever a time where I was scared, it was then. I was terrified! I had another episode of thrashing desperately against my chains, but it didn't do a bloody thing except make enough noise to give me a blinding headache - in this place, ghosts weren't immune to anything - and hurt my wrist a lot. Lucifer slid a bronzed hand down my face. 'Now, settle down. There's plenty of time to get wild later, you know.' I couldn't believe my ears! This guy was such a - a . . .
I was too fearful and scandalized to think up a nasty enough swear word at the time. He noticed the panic in my eyes, and it seemed to arouse him even more, and he completely neglected the raging two-man battle below, and focused all of his attention on me. I was off that throne like I shot, but I couldn't go anywhere, due to the fact that I was shackled to the arm of it. So while I tried to run a circle around the throne, I didn't get very far, and Lucifer - isn't that such a gay name? - slammed me roughly against the high back of it.
'As soon as your friend Mr Da Silva shakes my hand, you'll be all mine,' he said, and kissed me on the mouth, but I was fully turning away from him!
And I raised the Ghost Hunter's Knife to stab him . . .
'Suze! DON'T! He's our only way out!' bellowed Paul. He and Jesse had frozen. Lucifer heard him, and looked around, saw the knife, and his expression changed into a murderous one.
'Why, you little bitch!' he roared, and threw me to the floor. Yep, he broke the handcuffs all right. Easily, too.
I sprawled across the ground. The Knife was a meter away . . .
But noticed my gaze, and demonstrating those killer reflexes yet again, he shot at it, and reached it a millisecond before my hand did.
But he didn't raise it.
'I'm not going to stab you - yet. That would be too much of a waste,' he said slyly. 'Ha, but don't go trying to off me again, or you'll find yourself facing some pretty serious punishments.' And by the look in his eyes, his punishments had nothing to do with jail sentences, if you catch my drift.
'You wouldn't dare,' I hissed. Which was a pretty stupid thing to say. I mean, I was still on the ground, and he was leaning over me, with the sleaziest expression on his face.
'Watch out, I would,' he said, and went down, uh . . . yeah, but by that time, my strength had come from my rage.
THIS GUY DESERVED TO HAVE HIS ASS KICKED INTO NON-EXISTANCE!
I scrambled up, and kicked his face. He howled, clutching it, and hit the wall hard. Bouncing back up, he charged at me, his eyes flashing demonically so they were completely black like Paul's and Jesse's had been. I aimed a dynamic at his stomach, and he doubled over. On the third kick, I wasn't quite so lucky. He caught my leg and knocked my off my feet, but from the ground, I kicked him down too. Then, I leapt on him, in a total non-sexual way, and yanked the Ghost Hunter's Knife from him, arching my arm threateningly.
'Bye, bye, buster,' I snarled through gritted teeth, but . . .
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