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'Why did you lie to me?' I asked, my voice crackling. I was about to cry . . . Oh God, at the perfect time to be angry, I was going to get an attack of the waterworks.
'Well, how was I going to get you to hate Jesse without hating me just as much?' he asked, shrugging. This was wrong. Ten minutes ago, I'd been hugging him! I was silent for a second, before replying. 'Well, it didn't work. I love Jesse still. Telling me that has only given me reason to still love him.' Jesse looked at me as if I was crazy. Paul merely glowered.
'God, I've been going INSANE, acting all mushy for you, Suze,' Paul said, crossing his arms irately. I was aware that my mouth was ajar, but didn't do anything about it. I was trying to absorb what Paul was saying and not listen to it at the same time. It couldn't be true . . . It couldn't!
But I knew it was.
I had suspected that Paul had been acting weird. Now I knew that it had been all an act. I'd been conned.
I retreated a step, shaking my head at him. 'No . . . you said that you'd find a way to undo the curse . . . that there was a way,' I stuttered, struck dumb.
Paul laughed in a cruel manner. 'Like I said, that was a lie just so I would get what I wanted.'
'And that was?' I asked. I mean, what is it always? But, hey, I was dumbstruck, people, show a little sympathy?
Paul smirked, and shook his head at me. 'I wonder, Suze. I wonder.'
'Call her Susannah, or-' barked Jesse, but Paul cut him off by shooting this really weird blue dust at him with - get this - his eyes! I screamed, as Jesse slumped forward.
'What did you do to him?!' I shrieked, running at him, and shoving him hard, but he dodged my second push and I fell to the ground with a thud. He came to stand over me, I could see his tall shadow black out the dim light. My neck was hurting from looking up and him so much. I glared at him, getting lost in those void eyes of iciest, palest blue.
'He won't be asleep for long,' he reassured me with a smirk. I began to shake slightly. I tried to stand up, but Paul obviously didn't want me standing, if the way he jammed his foot down on my shoulder was any indication. I could see no way out of this. I mean, sure, I'd narrowly escaped Lucifer, the Keeper of Souls, but Paul Slater? Uh, in my opinion, that was WORSE. I mean, yeah, sure, he'd been nice to me lately, but the way he'd just turned on me? Didn't give me the warm fuzzies, if you know what I mean.
'Turn him back!' I shouted at him, distraught, 'Make him right again, ass!'
Paul laughed, looked up, and rubbed his chin before looking down at me again. Once more, I tried to get up, but déjà vu.
'You don't get it, do you?' he whispered to me, his voice like a soft breeze, the calm before the storm. 'Your precious Jesse's gone now. You're my querida now.'
There was something about the way he said that that terrified me. My eyes went wide in horror. Then I went got angry. 'I'm no one's querida but Jesse's!' I cried, and when he tried to kick me back down, I grabbed his foot, twisted it, and pulled him to the floor. Before he could get up, I sat heavily on his chest. He let out a roar of pain. I think he was winded or something, but I knew he'd be okay in a second.
I ran. I didn't know what I was going to do about Jesse; all I knew was that I'd get him back somehow. I had NOT let him go, and I never would. I loved him too much, too deeply by now for that to ever be possible. But yeah, I ran. I ran for that door that we came through.
. . . but it was bolted shut.
'No!' I yelled, bashing my hands on it, willing it to spring open magically, but on go. 'OPEN!'
It didn't.
Practically screaming in desperation, I charged at it like a loose bull, like those cops do on those police programs, but it didn't budge an inch. Spinning around, I saw that Paul was on all fours, panting. He was almost better! With a sudden surge of inspiration, I darted the closest sarcophagus pillar, and to my joy, it opened! But - inside was this dungeon- like place. Uh, I didn't think that my escape would be via there . . . I slammed it shut. I ran to the second one, and a whole spray of water flooded out. The third contained darkness, a growling sound coming from the depths, and so on, until I met the last pillar. I threw the door open wildly, and there facing me, was another one of those stinking portals! Well, any place had to be better than here, didn't it?
I prepared to fling myself into the swirling glittery blackness, but a hand crept around my wrist and whipped my around. Paul stood over me. My eyes flickered up and down him rapidly, and I blinked several times in succession.
'What are you doing?' I demanded.
Paul looked over at the temporarily unconscious Jesse, and smiled slightly.
'Suze, I remember making a certain promise,' he drawled, brushing a strand of my dark hair behind my ear. I jerked away from his fingers. 'You remember it?'
'Yes,' I said slowly, 'How you were going to get me back to life, no matter what it takes.'
'Precisely,' he answered. 'That's why I'm not letting you go in there.' He nodded to the portal, ripples of black glowing mist spiraling into nothing.
'And why is that?' I asked nervously, still trying to yank my wrist back, but as I've had first hand experience before, I knew very well that he had an iron grip. It made it even harder when his spare hand pushed me against him. He leant me against the frame of the portal. I gulped, my breath caught in my throat along with all my spit that I was trying to swallow. I'm a charmer, right?
'Because,' he whispered, his eyes flashing that demonic black again. I stared into them. They were nightmarish, hellish, evil. 'Because, that place will send you straight into a place that you couldn't even begin to imagine.'
'Oh yeah?' I challenged, 'Try me. I'm said to have a very active imagination at times.' Fear laced my voice. I could see it in his eyes that he meant every word he said.
'And, the main reason I don't want you to go in there,' he said, squeezing my back slightly. I gasped softly. ' . . . Is because to get you back to life, we have to send a soul into there. In other words, a ghost. And jumping in there would allow me and Jesse to get back, but not you. You'd be stuck in there facing your worst nightmares, ones that you never dreamed could be humanly possible to put you through.' He gently kissed my forehead. I knew that my defense was deteriorating. I turned my head away from him. Tears threatened to prickle my eyes. I blinked them back hard.
'Well,' I said sarcastically, hoping it would cover up my vulnerability, 'I don't know how we're going to do that. I mean, unless there's a standby ghost willing to jump into a nightmarish dreamland. That's be great, but I doubt that, around a dump like this, you'd find someone that charitable, you know?'
Paul's eyes, if possible, flashed blacker. I felt all courage that I had ebb away into almost nothing. He chuckled slightly, and I could feel it vibrate through his body. 'Well, that's where Jesse comes in.'
My eyes snapped up to him.
'N-No way-' I stuttered, 'Nuh uh, you're not touching Jesse! He's-'
'Suze!' said Paul angrily, grasping my back harder, 'Forget about him. It's over. There's nothing you can do about him. There's no possible way to undo the curse. I made sure of that when I searched for the Curse of Darkness.' He said in a sympathetic tone that sounded almost sincere, but I knew better.
'Yeah,' I said, and with the little remaining strength I had, I gave him an almighty heave, and he stumbled back, tripping over his own feet. 'They should have called you Grace,' I commented, before running to my fallen Jesse.
'Jess,' I hissed in his ear, 'Jess, wake up Jesse. Please, it's important.'
He didn't move. I looked at his eyes. They were still open, but were a horrid white, dead-fish colour. 'Come on, Jesse,' I shook him gently. His head rocked. I swept his hair out of his lifeless eyes.
And then, to my incredulity, he blinked, and his eyes were their normal, ghostly state again. But one look at them told me that the curse was still there. Paul was right.
I'd lost Jesse forever, and oh did I know it.
Shattered, I settled myself in Jesse's arms while he was still groggy. What did it matter if he crushed me when he realized who'd dare come near him? What did it matter anymore?
Tears overflowed my eyelids and spilled down my cheeks. I hate crying. It makes my eyes go all red and puffy, but at times like this, it felt good to let it all out. Like each tear was another memory of me and Jesse, sliding away, where I'd never have to dream about it again.
My memory of when Jesse and me had first met dropped down my face, splashing meaningfully on the cold brick.
Next expired the time where Jesse and I had our first fight after taking on Heather Chambers, where he'd wrapped a handkerchief around my bleeding wound.
Each tear carried away some of the best moments of my life, and just as I felt the time that Jesse and I shared our first kiss slipping away, I felt Jesse being pulled away from me!
'No!' I screamed, as I saw Paul haul Jesse up. Jesse, who's fully woken up by then, asked, 'What the hell are you doing?' in a not very nice way. Paul stared at him, and aimed a perfect punch at Jesse's nose. I squealed, and leapt into the foreseen fray, but Jesse threw me back, yelling, 'Stay out of this, Susannah!'
'No, Jesse!' I yelled, on my bum. 'He's going to - to throw you in that portal!'
Jesse froze, and glared at Paul. 'Is this true?' he demanded, 'All this time, you were working against me?'
Paul grinned triumphantly. 'I work for myself, Da Silva,' he said, as Jesse grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt, 'And it's in my best interests to get Suze back to life, isn't it now? I let you have your fun with her, now it's my turn, fair's fair.'
'Vaya mátese, Slater,' growled Jesse in forceful Spanish.
I watched, aghast. They were fighting over me like I was a teddy bear or something! I nibbled my fingers in horror. And when I saw Jesse pummel Paul in the stomach with his knee, I gave a short, sharp shriek.
The fight raged on. Eventually, they knocked over one of the flaming torches. It fell to the floor, and caught on some type of liquid that was on the floor, appearing to be flammable. How convenient.
Not.
It burnt a ring of fire around the three of us. I clutched at my mini in terror. Something told me that this wasn't going to end very nicely. It went on for ages! By the look of it, they were really wearing each other out now. Paul's usually divine brown curls were flecked with ghostly blood, and it taking longer and longer for him to be ably to ethereally heal himself. He was lacking that spectral glow, and was looking particularly dull. And Jesse was no dreamboat either. I mean, apart from the small plus the he'd gotten his shirt ripped in the process of massacring Paul, and the left side of his abs were clearly visible for all to see. But on the downside, he too was looking as though one blow would finish him, and this is my Jesse we're talking about, so that's saying a lot.
The situation reminded me a lot of a bit from Pirates of the Caribbean, how Jack Sparrow and the Captain of the Black Pearl were fighting, and on of them says that they were "two immortals locked in an epic battle," or something along those lines. Well, this was how this battle was looking, but I wasn't exactly sure who was the good guy any more.
Words couldn't describe how I was feeling at that moment. It was finally penetrating me that Jesse was going to remain cursed forever and beyond, unless he was exorcised or something. There wasn't anything I could do any more. But one thing was for sure, I wasn't going to let him get stabbed with the Ghost Hunter's Knife by Paul, and let him raid me of every life- enriching moment that Jesse had blessed my life with. To think that I may never remember locking lips with my love, my "amor," as Jesse says, would be torture.
Let me tell you, I was rudely ripped back to the reality of things when Paul slammed Jesse against the frame of the portal, clutching his neck tightly and digging his nails into him. Jesse was trying to kick him off, but Paul held him at an awkward position. My eyes were affixed to them in numb horror.
No . . . No . . . No . . .
'Well, this is it, Da Silva. You're time's up,' Paul yelled in his face. Jesse thrashed about, but Paul just smashed him into the side of the portal frame again. 'You were never meant to be with Suze-'
'Susannah,' choked Jesse, 'Call her Susannah, usted caga poco-'
But Paul kneed him in the location of male sensitivity. Then he leaned close to Jesse, and continued, this time, in a cruel (and inaccurate, may I say) imitation of me. '"Jesse this, Jesse that. Oh, watch out, Paul, or I'll sic my boyfriend on you. Perfect frickin' Prince Jesse!" So, basically, I've had a lot of competition, you know? Well, Da Silva, the best man won, didn't he? Suze is mine now, and here you are, cursed, not knowing your real feelings for her. It's almost funny, to imagine what would be happening at the moment if you weren't cursed. It would be horrible for me, wouldn't it. And anyway, I doubt Suze will ever be able to look at you the same way after what I made you do to her.' Paul let loose a mad laugh. It was like one of those evil scientist laughs that echo and get louder every few seconds.
'Traeré usted apoya a la vida, Slater. Entonces yo lo mataré otra vez. Y otra vez!' shouted Jesse, thrashing about again, trying to get to him.
'You're on crack,' I said in revulsion, which only served to make Paul laugh harder. Okay, this SUCKED.
'You MADE Jesse do that to me?' I squeaked at him.
Paul stopped laughing, but smirked over at me. 'Sure,' he said, 'I had to do something, you were still in love with him, weren't you?'
I was speechless. I opened my mouth numerous times like a goldfish out of water. My mind was whirling overtime. Then it wasn't Jesse's fault in the least! Paul had been CONTROLLING him! My Jesse's still a pure spirit! Yay!
Oh, crap!
Paul had made a violent swing towards the portal with Jesse, resulting in Jesse' almost falling through. I gasped, and leapt to my feet. No WAY was Paul going to throw him in now that I knew Jesse was COMPELETELY innocent. I was like, 'Hey Paul?' and Paul like, turned around, all like, confused, and I like, socked him one on the, like, nose. Like, brutal, I know, but hey, he like, made Jesse, like, rape me! Oh, if you were wondering, as this was going through my head, all the "like"s were accompanied with vicious collisions of my fist and his face.
'Jesse, run, if you know what's good for you!' I yelled at him. Of course, uncursed Jesse would have insisted on delivering me to safety, but this guy was all out for himself, so it was understandable when me took off for the door like I had done before, but Paul turned, and at the last moment, leapt at his feet, bringing him crashing to the floor by his knees. On the floor, Jesse wrestled Paul off of him, and they rolled over a lot, when, finally, Paul was kneeling over Jesse, looking so deadly, I would never get that mental image of him out of my head. And, to my supreme dismay, he extracted - gag - another Ghost Hunter's Knife from his jacket!
'How - but, the other one - I -' I spluttered, but Paul, again, laughed, as he drew back his arm, ready to strike.
'Well, that other one must have belonged to someone else,' he said, glaring at Jesse with aggressive triumph. 'This one is mine, and right now, I'm going to put it into good use . . .'
His arm came down in slow motion. As it did, every memory, every aspect, every moment I'd shared with Jesse flooded me like I'd just recovered from amnesia. I couldn't lose him! I loved him too much in such a deep, intense, passionate, precious way, and Paul was about to take that from me. With a scream, I declared my undying love for him, and leapt in front of that knife before Paul could take away my incentive to live. I was making the biggest sacrifice of my entire being, but it was all Jesse was worth, and more.
The moment that knife infiltrated my chest, I knew it was over. My heart exploded within my chest, and the pain soared far beyond the laws of suffering! It was
'I love you Jesse,' I gasped into the gold mist that was gushing from me
'Mi Susannah! Permanezca conmigo! No!' roared Jesse from somewhere around me
No . . . No . . . Stay with me, Jesse . . .
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'Why did you lie to me?' I asked, my voice crackling. I was about to cry . . . Oh God, at the perfect time to be angry, I was going to get an attack of the waterworks.
'Well, how was I going to get you to hate Jesse without hating me just as much?' he asked, shrugging. This was wrong. Ten minutes ago, I'd been hugging him! I was silent for a second, before replying. 'Well, it didn't work. I love Jesse still. Telling me that has only given me reason to still love him.' Jesse looked at me as if I was crazy. Paul merely glowered.
'God, I've been going INSANE, acting all mushy for you, Suze,' Paul said, crossing his arms irately. I was aware that my mouth was ajar, but didn't do anything about it. I was trying to absorb what Paul was saying and not listen to it at the same time. It couldn't be true . . . It couldn't!
But I knew it was.
I had suspected that Paul had been acting weird. Now I knew that it had been all an act. I'd been conned.
I retreated a step, shaking my head at him. 'No . . . you said that you'd find a way to undo the curse . . . that there was a way,' I stuttered, struck dumb.
Paul laughed in a cruel manner. 'Like I said, that was a lie just so I would get what I wanted.'
'And that was?' I asked. I mean, what is it always? But, hey, I was dumbstruck, people, show a little sympathy?
Paul smirked, and shook his head at me. 'I wonder, Suze. I wonder.'
'Call her Susannah, or-' barked Jesse, but Paul cut him off by shooting this really weird blue dust at him with - get this - his eyes! I screamed, as Jesse slumped forward.
'What did you do to him?!' I shrieked, running at him, and shoving him hard, but he dodged my second push and I fell to the ground with a thud. He came to stand over me, I could see his tall shadow black out the dim light. My neck was hurting from looking up and him so much. I glared at him, getting lost in those void eyes of iciest, palest blue.
'He won't be asleep for long,' he reassured me with a smirk. I began to shake slightly. I tried to stand up, but Paul obviously didn't want me standing, if the way he jammed his foot down on my shoulder was any indication. I could see no way out of this. I mean, sure, I'd narrowly escaped Lucifer, the Keeper of Souls, but Paul Slater? Uh, in my opinion, that was WORSE. I mean, yeah, sure, he'd been nice to me lately, but the way he'd just turned on me? Didn't give me the warm fuzzies, if you know what I mean.
'Turn him back!' I shouted at him, distraught, 'Make him right again, ass!'
Paul laughed, looked up, and rubbed his chin before looking down at me again. Once more, I tried to get up, but déjà vu.
'You don't get it, do you?' he whispered to me, his voice like a soft breeze, the calm before the storm. 'Your precious Jesse's gone now. You're my querida now.'
There was something about the way he said that that terrified me. My eyes went wide in horror. Then I went got angry. 'I'm no one's querida but Jesse's!' I cried, and when he tried to kick me back down, I grabbed his foot, twisted it, and pulled him to the floor. Before he could get up, I sat heavily on his chest. He let out a roar of pain. I think he was winded or something, but I knew he'd be okay in a second.
I ran. I didn't know what I was going to do about Jesse; all I knew was that I'd get him back somehow. I had NOT let him go, and I never would. I loved him too much, too deeply by now for that to ever be possible. But yeah, I ran. I ran for that door that we came through.
. . . but it was bolted shut.
'No!' I yelled, bashing my hands on it, willing it to spring open magically, but on go. 'OPEN!'
It didn't.
Practically screaming in desperation, I charged at it like a loose bull, like those cops do on those police programs, but it didn't budge an inch. Spinning around, I saw that Paul was on all fours, panting. He was almost better! With a sudden surge of inspiration, I darted the closest sarcophagus pillar, and to my joy, it opened! But - inside was this dungeon- like place. Uh, I didn't think that my escape would be via there . . . I slammed it shut. I ran to the second one, and a whole spray of water flooded out. The third contained darkness, a growling sound coming from the depths, and so on, until I met the last pillar. I threw the door open wildly, and there facing me, was another one of those stinking portals! Well, any place had to be better than here, didn't it?
I prepared to fling myself into the swirling glittery blackness, but a hand crept around my wrist and whipped my around. Paul stood over me. My eyes flickered up and down him rapidly, and I blinked several times in succession.
'What are you doing?' I demanded.
Paul looked over at the temporarily unconscious Jesse, and smiled slightly.
'Suze, I remember making a certain promise,' he drawled, brushing a strand of my dark hair behind my ear. I jerked away from his fingers. 'You remember it?'
'Yes,' I said slowly, 'How you were going to get me back to life, no matter what it takes.'
'Precisely,' he answered. 'That's why I'm not letting you go in there.' He nodded to the portal, ripples of black glowing mist spiraling into nothing.
'And why is that?' I asked nervously, still trying to yank my wrist back, but as I've had first hand experience before, I knew very well that he had an iron grip. It made it even harder when his spare hand pushed me against him. He leant me against the frame of the portal. I gulped, my breath caught in my throat along with all my spit that I was trying to swallow. I'm a charmer, right?
'Because,' he whispered, his eyes flashing that demonic black again. I stared into them. They were nightmarish, hellish, evil. 'Because, that place will send you straight into a place that you couldn't even begin to imagine.'
'Oh yeah?' I challenged, 'Try me. I'm said to have a very active imagination at times.' Fear laced my voice. I could see it in his eyes that he meant every word he said.
'And, the main reason I don't want you to go in there,' he said, squeezing my back slightly. I gasped softly. ' . . . Is because to get you back to life, we have to send a soul into there. In other words, a ghost. And jumping in there would allow me and Jesse to get back, but not you. You'd be stuck in there facing your worst nightmares, ones that you never dreamed could be humanly possible to put you through.' He gently kissed my forehead. I knew that my defense was deteriorating. I turned my head away from him. Tears threatened to prickle my eyes. I blinked them back hard.
'Well,' I said sarcastically, hoping it would cover up my vulnerability, 'I don't know how we're going to do that. I mean, unless there's a standby ghost willing to jump into a nightmarish dreamland. That's be great, but I doubt that, around a dump like this, you'd find someone that charitable, you know?'
Paul's eyes, if possible, flashed blacker. I felt all courage that I had ebb away into almost nothing. He chuckled slightly, and I could feel it vibrate through his body. 'Well, that's where Jesse comes in.'
My eyes snapped up to him.
'N-No way-' I stuttered, 'Nuh uh, you're not touching Jesse! He's-'
'Suze!' said Paul angrily, grasping my back harder, 'Forget about him. It's over. There's nothing you can do about him. There's no possible way to undo the curse. I made sure of that when I searched for the Curse of Darkness.' He said in a sympathetic tone that sounded almost sincere, but I knew better.
'Yeah,' I said, and with the little remaining strength I had, I gave him an almighty heave, and he stumbled back, tripping over his own feet. 'They should have called you Grace,' I commented, before running to my fallen Jesse.
'Jess,' I hissed in his ear, 'Jess, wake up Jesse. Please, it's important.'
He didn't move. I looked at his eyes. They were still open, but were a horrid white, dead-fish colour. 'Come on, Jesse,' I shook him gently. His head rocked. I swept his hair out of his lifeless eyes.
And then, to my incredulity, he blinked, and his eyes were their normal, ghostly state again. But one look at them told me that the curse was still there. Paul was right.
I'd lost Jesse forever, and oh did I know it.
Shattered, I settled myself in Jesse's arms while he was still groggy. What did it matter if he crushed me when he realized who'd dare come near him? What did it matter anymore?
Tears overflowed my eyelids and spilled down my cheeks. I hate crying. It makes my eyes go all red and puffy, but at times like this, it felt good to let it all out. Like each tear was another memory of me and Jesse, sliding away, where I'd never have to dream about it again.
My memory of when Jesse and me had first met dropped down my face, splashing meaningfully on the cold brick.
Next expired the time where Jesse and I had our first fight after taking on Heather Chambers, where he'd wrapped a handkerchief around my bleeding wound.
Each tear carried away some of the best moments of my life, and just as I felt the time that Jesse and I shared our first kiss slipping away, I felt Jesse being pulled away from me!
'No!' I screamed, as I saw Paul haul Jesse up. Jesse, who's fully woken up by then, asked, 'What the hell are you doing?' in a not very nice way. Paul stared at him, and aimed a perfect punch at Jesse's nose. I squealed, and leapt into the foreseen fray, but Jesse threw me back, yelling, 'Stay out of this, Susannah!'
'No, Jesse!' I yelled, on my bum. 'He's going to - to throw you in that portal!'
Jesse froze, and glared at Paul. 'Is this true?' he demanded, 'All this time, you were working against me?'
Paul grinned triumphantly. 'I work for myself, Da Silva,' he said, as Jesse grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt, 'And it's in my best interests to get Suze back to life, isn't it now? I let you have your fun with her, now it's my turn, fair's fair.'
'Vaya mátese, Slater,' growled Jesse in forceful Spanish.
I watched, aghast. They were fighting over me like I was a teddy bear or something! I nibbled my fingers in horror. And when I saw Jesse pummel Paul in the stomach with his knee, I gave a short, sharp shriek.
The fight raged on. Eventually, they knocked over one of the flaming torches. It fell to the floor, and caught on some type of liquid that was on the floor, appearing to be flammable. How convenient.
Not.
It burnt a ring of fire around the three of us. I clutched at my mini in terror. Something told me that this wasn't going to end very nicely. It went on for ages! By the look of it, they were really wearing each other out now. Paul's usually divine brown curls were flecked with ghostly blood, and it taking longer and longer for him to be ably to ethereally heal himself. He was lacking that spectral glow, and was looking particularly dull. And Jesse was no dreamboat either. I mean, apart from the small plus the he'd gotten his shirt ripped in the process of massacring Paul, and the left side of his abs were clearly visible for all to see. But on the downside, he too was looking as though one blow would finish him, and this is my Jesse we're talking about, so that's saying a lot.
The situation reminded me a lot of a bit from Pirates of the Caribbean, how Jack Sparrow and the Captain of the Black Pearl were fighting, and on of them says that they were "two immortals locked in an epic battle," or something along those lines. Well, this was how this battle was looking, but I wasn't exactly sure who was the good guy any more.
Words couldn't describe how I was feeling at that moment. It was finally penetrating me that Jesse was going to remain cursed forever and beyond, unless he was exorcised or something. There wasn't anything I could do any more. But one thing was for sure, I wasn't going to let him get stabbed with the Ghost Hunter's Knife by Paul, and let him raid me of every life- enriching moment that Jesse had blessed my life with. To think that I may never remember locking lips with my love, my "amor," as Jesse says, would be torture.
Let me tell you, I was rudely ripped back to the reality of things when Paul slammed Jesse against the frame of the portal, clutching his neck tightly and digging his nails into him. Jesse was trying to kick him off, but Paul held him at an awkward position. My eyes were affixed to them in numb horror.
No . . . No . . . No . . .
'Well, this is it, Da Silva. You're time's up,' Paul yelled in his face. Jesse thrashed about, but Paul just smashed him into the side of the portal frame again. 'You were never meant to be with Suze-'
'Susannah,' choked Jesse, 'Call her Susannah, usted caga poco-'
But Paul kneed him in the location of male sensitivity. Then he leaned close to Jesse, and continued, this time, in a cruel (and inaccurate, may I say) imitation of me. '"Jesse this, Jesse that. Oh, watch out, Paul, or I'll sic my boyfriend on you. Perfect frickin' Prince Jesse!" So, basically, I've had a lot of competition, you know? Well, Da Silva, the best man won, didn't he? Suze is mine now, and here you are, cursed, not knowing your real feelings for her. It's almost funny, to imagine what would be happening at the moment if you weren't cursed. It would be horrible for me, wouldn't it. And anyway, I doubt Suze will ever be able to look at you the same way after what I made you do to her.' Paul let loose a mad laugh. It was like one of those evil scientist laughs that echo and get louder every few seconds.
'Traeré usted apoya a la vida, Slater. Entonces yo lo mataré otra vez. Y otra vez!' shouted Jesse, thrashing about again, trying to get to him.
'You're on crack,' I said in revulsion, which only served to make Paul laugh harder. Okay, this SUCKED.
'You MADE Jesse do that to me?' I squeaked at him.
Paul stopped laughing, but smirked over at me. 'Sure,' he said, 'I had to do something, you were still in love with him, weren't you?'
I was speechless. I opened my mouth numerous times like a goldfish out of water. My mind was whirling overtime. Then it wasn't Jesse's fault in the least! Paul had been CONTROLLING him! My Jesse's still a pure spirit! Yay!
Oh, crap!
Paul had made a violent swing towards the portal with Jesse, resulting in Jesse' almost falling through. I gasped, and leapt to my feet. No WAY was Paul going to throw him in now that I knew Jesse was COMPELETELY innocent. I was like, 'Hey Paul?' and Paul like, turned around, all like, confused, and I like, socked him one on the, like, nose. Like, brutal, I know, but hey, he like, made Jesse, like, rape me! Oh, if you were wondering, as this was going through my head, all the "like"s were accompanied with vicious collisions of my fist and his face.
'Jesse, run, if you know what's good for you!' I yelled at him. Of course, uncursed Jesse would have insisted on delivering me to safety, but this guy was all out for himself, so it was understandable when me took off for the door like I had done before, but Paul turned, and at the last moment, leapt at his feet, bringing him crashing to the floor by his knees. On the floor, Jesse wrestled Paul off of him, and they rolled over a lot, when, finally, Paul was kneeling over Jesse, looking so deadly, I would never get that mental image of him out of my head. And, to my supreme dismay, he extracted - gag - another Ghost Hunter's Knife from his jacket!
'How - but, the other one - I -' I spluttered, but Paul, again, laughed, as he drew back his arm, ready to strike.
'Well, that other one must have belonged to someone else,' he said, glaring at Jesse with aggressive triumph. 'This one is mine, and right now, I'm going to put it into good use . . .'
His arm came down in slow motion. As it did, every memory, every aspect, every moment I'd shared with Jesse flooded me like I'd just recovered from amnesia. I couldn't lose him! I loved him too much in such a deep, intense, passionate, precious way, and Paul was about to take that from me. With a scream, I declared my undying love for him, and leapt in front of that knife before Paul could take away my incentive to live. I was making the biggest sacrifice of my entire being, but it was all Jesse was worth, and more.
The moment that knife infiltrated my chest, I knew it was over. My heart exploded within my chest, and the pain soared far beyond the laws of suffering! It was
'I love you Jesse,' I gasped into the gold mist that was gushing from me
'Mi Susannah! Permanezca conmigo! No!' roared Jesse from somewhere around me
No . . . No . . . Stay with me, Jesse . . .
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