A/N: Hey, I KNOW that I usually only write from Susannah's perspective, but
in this case, I'm doing it from Jesse's, Paul's AND Suze's, so live with
it. Hehehe. Hey, those reviews ROCKED! Lauren and Katie LOVE you people!
I'm hoping that it will be about 74 reviews before I post this chapter.
Also, at the end, we will be discussing sequels. Katie has written a
chapter for the next one, and we've come up with all of these crazy ideas,
but we're going to see how you feel about me putting more of my crazy crap
onto the net. But we're not there yet, so sit back, relax, and enjoy. Get
some popcorn, too!
Last time:
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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Jesse's POV.
'Jesse, run, if you know what's good for you!' Susannah yelled at me. I glanced at Paul, and I could sense the rage it was in. Well, Susannah looked like he was distracting him effectively, so I ran for the door that we entered through. Do not misinterpret me, I am no coward. I just couldn't see the purpose of receiving what I deemed to be an unnecessary emission of my strength on that repugnant little worm, Slater. And why get attacked when Susannah was, well, more than willing to do so in my place? And anyway, she deserved it . . . Oh, as I thought of the way that she ruined my chances of life, my very stomach boiled in loathing.
I was almost there when I felt arms around my knees, pulling me to the floor. I roared, and whipped around, and there was Slater, practically spitting in fury. I rolled my eyes, but he send a pretty powerful fist at me. I returned it, as his hands snaked around my neck.
'My God, Paul,' I growled, as I rolled him over and pummeled him in the stomach - he groaned - 'You are getting more and more pathetic.'
'I am going to rip you apart!' Paul grunted, rolling me back over, and punching me several times in the face. I could hear Susannah squealing. Let me say, she and Paul made a right pair, the spineless fools . . .
These boring gyrations went on for several thrilling minutes. I must say, it felt very therapeutic to be beating the shit out of him, as Susannah would say - excuse that . . . I stopped for a second. For a moment of sheer insanity, it seemed like something very cherished had flickered through my mind, and was gone. But, in that moment of imprudent pause, Paul took the opportunity to kick me back. Before I could get back up and give him a piece of me - several, in fact - he knocked my head rather powerfully. I saw stars momentarily, and fell back. When my eyes opened again, Paul was kneeling over me, wearing the ugliest of scowls, as if he was really, really incensed. I laughed, but then I saw him draw the Ghost Hunter's Knife. Oooh, not good . . .
'How - but, the other one - I -' Susannah faltered desperately. Paul laughed like a crazy man, and was ready to strike . . .
A fire so intensely hot flared up within me, and I felt an emotion so murderous bubbling in the very depths of my heart. I wanted to boil him, churn him, crush him . . .
. . . Destroy him . . .
But suddenly, Susannah leapt in front of me! I didn't see it coming, and neither did Paul. She landed on top of me, and Paul, who couldn't stop in time, plunged the knife deep into her chest.
Everything stopped, like time had frozen.
Then a beam of golden light so blinding focused on me from somewhere far above. A shrill, deafening sound had pierced the silence like a super-sonic noise that made the brain almost explode. I squinted my eyes shut against the brilliance, a kind of melting sensation filled my body, flowing down my veins, pumping in my blood, pounding with my heart. It was like a resurrecting, fortifying feeling that breathed life into me, gave me back my hope, my compassion, my freedom, my goodwill . . .
'I love you Jesse,' she said to me. It sparked something so terribly dear to me, her soft voice uttering those words.
My love for Susannah!
'Mi Susannah! Permanezca conmigo! No!' I roared, as the light around me dimmed. She HAD to stay! I grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around urgently, gazing into those sparkling emeralds. Her hair hung loosely, shining dully. She looked blind, and unfeeling. The Ghost Hunter's Knife was still sticking out of her chest. I carefully pulled it out. It came out with a sick, sucking sound. It was horrible. And, not blood, but a fine trickle of dust was corkscrewing slowly from the knife wound. That was when her eyes fluttered closed.
Paul was deadly still.
'Do something,' I snarled, shaking Susannah, as the current of golden dust increased dramatically.
'I can't,' he whispered softly, his mouth open in horror.
'Para el amor de Dios, DO SOMETHING!' The words exploded from me as the stream of gold dust flooded the room, so there was a fine mist settling down across the entire chamber.
'Da Silva,' said Paul slowly, 'This isn't normal.'
'OF COURSE IT'S NOT-'
'No, if Suze was stabbed by the Ghost Hunter's Knife, why is she still here?' Paul said. I stopped, my breath caught in my throat. Could it be . . .?
'Susannah,' I breathed, holding her head up to my face and laying soft kisses on her forehead, tangling her hair gently in my fingers. If only she would wake again.
'Why?' I asked Paul.
'Why what?'
'Why is she still here?' I yelled at him, jerking with anger.
Paul swallowed, a pained expression on his face. He was staring at Susannah's face. My querida's face . . .
'Well,' he said, his voice not working properly, 'I, uh, think it's because she counteracted the power of the Ghost Hunter's Knife by breaking your curse.'
My eyes widened, and I lowered her head. 'I was cursed?!' I asked with suppressed rage. In fact, I was positively shaking with it.
Paul pulled on the collar of his shirt nervously. 'Yes, Da Silva. You were under the influence of the Curse of Darkness. It divests you of all goodness and purity, and replaces your soul with hatred, anger, and . . . evil. You'll have no memory of it, of course, or anything you did that disagrees with your morality. I think you're the only person to have ever escaped it. You have Suze to thank for that,' he added, looking at her again. We were both watching her chest rise and fall, as she was sprawled lifelessly across my lap. Paul was kneeling beside me.
'Well,' I said calmly, 'What is going to happen to her now?' I had no memory of anything that Paul had done at that moment, so I wasn't as angry with him as I should have been. But by God, if I had have know, there would have been hell to pay . . .
Paul stood up, and looked around. The fire that they'd knocked over before was still blazing, flickering light across his shadowed face. 'Da Silva,' he said, running a hand through his hair, 'I honestly don't know. But, I'm hoping just as much as you are, that there's a way to get her back to-'
Without warning, there was a noise like a pistol shot. No, a cannon fire! The noise echoed thunderously off the chamber walls, and knocked me back, and then with the most dazzlingly brilliant of flashes, we were all back in Susannah's room.
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Paul's POV.
(AN: I know, I'll get back to Susannah's later, sorry for being messy . . .)
After than huge flash of light, we were somehow all transported to Suze's room. Just one thing was different . . .
I was alive again.
And so was Jesse.
'Da Silva, you're not a ghost anymore,' I drawled, and stood up. I flexed my fingers, and bent down to pick up something, anything. My fingers grasped a bottle of Suze's nail polish. I tried levitating it.
Nothing.
I tried running my hand through it.
Nothing again. I was definitely back to life.
I cast my eyes over to Jesse and Susannah . . . and stopped dead.
Like I said before, Jesse was alive, but Suze . . . Her ghost was still lying limply in Jesse's arms, and her corpse was surrounded by a pool of her blood, which was dark, dark red, almost brown. My mouth fell open.
'What happened?!' Jesse demanded, 'Why is she still dead?'
I shrugged, acting a lot more casual than I felt. 'Not a clue.'
Jesse's glaring gaze fixed on me. 'Wake her up, Slater, or I swear to God, I'll-'
'Da Silva,' I snapped, 'I can't do anything. It's not up to me to do.'
'Who's it up to, then?' he spat, standing up, carrying her so that her legs dangled over his left arm, and her head over his right.
I scowled at him. 'I'm not super shifter genius, okay?' I retorted, my lip curling, 'I don't know what you're going to do, but you're going to have to do it on your own.' I didn't know what I was saying, really. Like I wouldn't move heaven and earth just to help Suze. I would, I really would, but I was reacting badly to the possibility that she might really be gone. I knew that it really was all my fault.
'I'm going,' I announced, and was halfway through dematerializing, when Jesse said, 'Wait, por favor.'
I stopped. 'What now?'
He stroked his thumb across her forehead, speaking in soft Spanish. 'What do you think I should do, Slater? I know that you care for her at least a bit. So, if you really do, you'll want to help her wake.'
I glared at him. How dare he . . .
'Shut up, Da Silva,' I yelled, and left in a flash of spectral light.
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Jesse's POV:
As Slater dematerialized, I felt like the world had stopped spinning. All remaining hope drained from me. I couldn't bare to look at her dead body. I sat wordlessly down on her bed, and lay her gently in front of me, running my hand down the side of her soft face. Her face was so beautiful, so celestial . . . like an angel sent from heaven.
And to think that she'd just been to hell and back.
Why were my eyes so wet?
'Susannah,' I whispered, blinking, and a solitary tear fell on her face. 'Susannah, please.' Then, I felt angry.
Angry, angry, ANGRY!!
It's Paul's fault! He cursed me, and brought us all to hell!
It's my fault! I couldn't do anything to stop it!
It's Susannah's fault! She sacrificed herself for me, when there was no point to do so, seeing as life was not worth living without her. Didn't she know that?! Didn't she care?
Of course she cared . . .
She just cared too much.
'Susannah,' I said, lifting up her hand, and kissing her fingers. How could she do this? I wasn't worth any of this, I didn't deserve it.
I bowed my head, and screwed up my face against the terrible aching in my heart. It felt empty, like something had just been removed from it, leaving that place vacant and blank and cold.
Then, without warning, her hand gave mine the tiniest of squeezes. My eyes snapped open, and to my supreme joy, I saw those magnificent emeralds blink lazily at me. My soaring heart danced within me, and I hoisted her up and twirled her around, laughing and yelling in exhilaration. She laughed too, giggling giddily, and clutching the back of my neck with soft, curling fingers.
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Susannah's POV again.
When we stopped spinning and laughing, we collapsed on her bed together. I let out a huge sigh of relief. My head rested on his shoulder, and his strong arm was around me. It felt so good to be in his loving arms again.
'I thought I'd lost you,' he confessed ruefully.
'I know.'
He sat up, and pulled me into him, so I was leaning against his chest. 'I love you so much,' he breathed in my ear. I beamed at him. He entwined my hair in his fingers gently. For a few blissful minutes, we just sat there, then, he turned to face me.
'Susannah, why on earth did you do that?' he asked seriously, his eyebrows lowering sternly.
I looked away.
'I had to,' I whispered, hiding my face with my hand.
He pulled my hand away from, and locked my wrist in a firm grasp. 'Why?'
I drew a shuddering breath. 'Well, Paul was going to stab you with that freaking Knife, wasn't he? I mean, I totally didn't want you getting offed by Paul, and especially not if you were getting stabbed with that thing, because then I wouldn't remember you, and my memories of you has been the best of my life, and I couldn't let Paul take that away from me, and . . . thought you were cursed?'
I looked back into his eyes, and was startled to see that he looked bewildered.
'I think I only caught the words, "freaking", "Paul", "memories", and "cursed",' he said awkwardly, and then, he burst out laughing.
I pouted at him. 'Hey, I talk fast. So what? You just have to learn to keep up.' I crossed my arms and looked away from him. I know, I was acting like a brat, but I was annoyed. I'd just made this, like, huge sacrifice, and he laughs? How rude!
Jesse stopped laughing. 'Just like old times,' he smirked, 'I could never understand a word you said.'
'Well, thanks,' I muttered, standing up, and walking away from him. Then, with a horrible jolt, I saw my dead body, bloodied and pale.
I was still a GHOST!
I shrieked, and stumbled back. Jesse caught me just before I landed on my butt, and pulled my back up.
'But, Jesse, you're alive, I thought we all were, why am I still a freaking ghost? How am I going to get back alive? What will MUM say? And Andy? And Doc, and Dopey, and Sleepy? I bet dopey won't even miss me, but . . . I mean, I thought-'
'Susannah!' he cut of sternly, shaking my shoulders. I stopped babbling. I was full on crying now, and kept hiccuping. He rubbed my back soothingly.
'Jesse, I thought everything was going to be all right,' I said softly, sniffing. 'But it's worse. I mean, yeah, you're alive, I'm really glad about that . . . But I'm going to miss everyone so, so much . . .'
I buried my face into my hands and backed away from him. When I felt the wall behind me, I slid down it, and just stared at myself, lying motionlessly near the window seat. My face was so white, and my hands were so stiff. It was horrible, like something out of a nightmare . . . accept, this wasn't a nightmare.
It was about as real as it could get.
'Querida,' Jesse said quietly, 'We'll find a way. Everything's going to be al-'
'NO IT'S NOT!' I exploded, leapt up, and pushed him, so he fell back. 'It's NOT!'
Then, perfect timing, Paul Slater materialized right in front of me.
'Suze!' he said, grinning happily, 'You're-'
'Dead,' I finished bitterly for him. 'And it's all your fault. Look at me - no, not ME, over THERE!' I turned his head so that he was looking at the dead me.
'You see that?! All you. I'm dead. I'm gone. I'm a FREAKING GHOST!' I kneed him in the nuts, really, REALLY hard, hoping that he might realize that I wasn't too jazzed with him at the current time. Boy did he get the message. He fell back on top of Jesse.
And then, even more perfect, my MUM opened the door of my bedroom. She took one look at the picture before her, two guys in the room, and her daughter, very much so dead, and screamed the place down.
'AAAAAANNNNNNDDDDDDYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! SSSSSSSUUUUSSSSSIIIIEEEE'SSSS D-D- DEEEEEEEEAAAAAAADDDDDD!!!!!!
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Last time:
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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Jesse's POV.
'Jesse, run, if you know what's good for you!' Susannah yelled at me. I glanced at Paul, and I could sense the rage it was in. Well, Susannah looked like he was distracting him effectively, so I ran for the door that we entered through. Do not misinterpret me, I am no coward. I just couldn't see the purpose of receiving what I deemed to be an unnecessary emission of my strength on that repugnant little worm, Slater. And why get attacked when Susannah was, well, more than willing to do so in my place? And anyway, she deserved it . . . Oh, as I thought of the way that she ruined my chances of life, my very stomach boiled in loathing.
I was almost there when I felt arms around my knees, pulling me to the floor. I roared, and whipped around, and there was Slater, practically spitting in fury. I rolled my eyes, but he send a pretty powerful fist at me. I returned it, as his hands snaked around my neck.
'My God, Paul,' I growled, as I rolled him over and pummeled him in the stomach - he groaned - 'You are getting more and more pathetic.'
'I am going to rip you apart!' Paul grunted, rolling me back over, and punching me several times in the face. I could hear Susannah squealing. Let me say, she and Paul made a right pair, the spineless fools . . .
These boring gyrations went on for several thrilling minutes. I must say, it felt very therapeutic to be beating the shit out of him, as Susannah would say - excuse that . . . I stopped for a second. For a moment of sheer insanity, it seemed like something very cherished had flickered through my mind, and was gone. But, in that moment of imprudent pause, Paul took the opportunity to kick me back. Before I could get back up and give him a piece of me - several, in fact - he knocked my head rather powerfully. I saw stars momentarily, and fell back. When my eyes opened again, Paul was kneeling over me, wearing the ugliest of scowls, as if he was really, really incensed. I laughed, but then I saw him draw the Ghost Hunter's Knife. Oooh, not good . . .
'How - but, the other one - I -' Susannah faltered desperately. Paul laughed like a crazy man, and was ready to strike . . .
A fire so intensely hot flared up within me, and I felt an emotion so murderous bubbling in the very depths of my heart. I wanted to boil him, churn him, crush him . . .
. . . Destroy him . . .
But suddenly, Susannah leapt in front of me! I didn't see it coming, and neither did Paul. She landed on top of me, and Paul, who couldn't stop in time, plunged the knife deep into her chest.
Everything stopped, like time had frozen.
Then a beam of golden light so blinding focused on me from somewhere far above. A shrill, deafening sound had pierced the silence like a super-sonic noise that made the brain almost explode. I squinted my eyes shut against the brilliance, a kind of melting sensation filled my body, flowing down my veins, pumping in my blood, pounding with my heart. It was like a resurrecting, fortifying feeling that breathed life into me, gave me back my hope, my compassion, my freedom, my goodwill . . .
'I love you Jesse,' she said to me. It sparked something so terribly dear to me, her soft voice uttering those words.
My love for Susannah!
'Mi Susannah! Permanezca conmigo! No!' I roared, as the light around me dimmed. She HAD to stay! I grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around urgently, gazing into those sparkling emeralds. Her hair hung loosely, shining dully. She looked blind, and unfeeling. The Ghost Hunter's Knife was still sticking out of her chest. I carefully pulled it out. It came out with a sick, sucking sound. It was horrible. And, not blood, but a fine trickle of dust was corkscrewing slowly from the knife wound. That was when her eyes fluttered closed.
Paul was deadly still.
'Do something,' I snarled, shaking Susannah, as the current of golden dust increased dramatically.
'I can't,' he whispered softly, his mouth open in horror.
'Para el amor de Dios, DO SOMETHING!' The words exploded from me as the stream of gold dust flooded the room, so there was a fine mist settling down across the entire chamber.
'Da Silva,' said Paul slowly, 'This isn't normal.'
'OF COURSE IT'S NOT-'
'No, if Suze was stabbed by the Ghost Hunter's Knife, why is she still here?' Paul said. I stopped, my breath caught in my throat. Could it be . . .?
'Susannah,' I breathed, holding her head up to my face and laying soft kisses on her forehead, tangling her hair gently in my fingers. If only she would wake again.
'Why?' I asked Paul.
'Why what?'
'Why is she still here?' I yelled at him, jerking with anger.
Paul swallowed, a pained expression on his face. He was staring at Susannah's face. My querida's face . . .
'Well,' he said, his voice not working properly, 'I, uh, think it's because she counteracted the power of the Ghost Hunter's Knife by breaking your curse.'
My eyes widened, and I lowered her head. 'I was cursed?!' I asked with suppressed rage. In fact, I was positively shaking with it.
Paul pulled on the collar of his shirt nervously. 'Yes, Da Silva. You were under the influence of the Curse of Darkness. It divests you of all goodness and purity, and replaces your soul with hatred, anger, and . . . evil. You'll have no memory of it, of course, or anything you did that disagrees with your morality. I think you're the only person to have ever escaped it. You have Suze to thank for that,' he added, looking at her again. We were both watching her chest rise and fall, as she was sprawled lifelessly across my lap. Paul was kneeling beside me.
'Well,' I said calmly, 'What is going to happen to her now?' I had no memory of anything that Paul had done at that moment, so I wasn't as angry with him as I should have been. But by God, if I had have know, there would have been hell to pay . . .
Paul stood up, and looked around. The fire that they'd knocked over before was still blazing, flickering light across his shadowed face. 'Da Silva,' he said, running a hand through his hair, 'I honestly don't know. But, I'm hoping just as much as you are, that there's a way to get her back to-'
Without warning, there was a noise like a pistol shot. No, a cannon fire! The noise echoed thunderously off the chamber walls, and knocked me back, and then with the most dazzlingly brilliant of flashes, we were all back in Susannah's room.
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Paul's POV.
(AN: I know, I'll get back to Susannah's later, sorry for being messy . . .)
After than huge flash of light, we were somehow all transported to Suze's room. Just one thing was different . . .
I was alive again.
And so was Jesse.
'Da Silva, you're not a ghost anymore,' I drawled, and stood up. I flexed my fingers, and bent down to pick up something, anything. My fingers grasped a bottle of Suze's nail polish. I tried levitating it.
Nothing.
I tried running my hand through it.
Nothing again. I was definitely back to life.
I cast my eyes over to Jesse and Susannah . . . and stopped dead.
Like I said before, Jesse was alive, but Suze . . . Her ghost was still lying limply in Jesse's arms, and her corpse was surrounded by a pool of her blood, which was dark, dark red, almost brown. My mouth fell open.
'What happened?!' Jesse demanded, 'Why is she still dead?'
I shrugged, acting a lot more casual than I felt. 'Not a clue.'
Jesse's glaring gaze fixed on me. 'Wake her up, Slater, or I swear to God, I'll-'
'Da Silva,' I snapped, 'I can't do anything. It's not up to me to do.'
'Who's it up to, then?' he spat, standing up, carrying her so that her legs dangled over his left arm, and her head over his right.
I scowled at him. 'I'm not super shifter genius, okay?' I retorted, my lip curling, 'I don't know what you're going to do, but you're going to have to do it on your own.' I didn't know what I was saying, really. Like I wouldn't move heaven and earth just to help Suze. I would, I really would, but I was reacting badly to the possibility that she might really be gone. I knew that it really was all my fault.
'I'm going,' I announced, and was halfway through dematerializing, when Jesse said, 'Wait, por favor.'
I stopped. 'What now?'
He stroked his thumb across her forehead, speaking in soft Spanish. 'What do you think I should do, Slater? I know that you care for her at least a bit. So, if you really do, you'll want to help her wake.'
I glared at him. How dare he . . .
'Shut up, Da Silva,' I yelled, and left in a flash of spectral light.
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Jesse's POV:
As Slater dematerialized, I felt like the world had stopped spinning. All remaining hope drained from me. I couldn't bare to look at her dead body. I sat wordlessly down on her bed, and lay her gently in front of me, running my hand down the side of her soft face. Her face was so beautiful, so celestial . . . like an angel sent from heaven.
And to think that she'd just been to hell and back.
Why were my eyes so wet?
'Susannah,' I whispered, blinking, and a solitary tear fell on her face. 'Susannah, please.' Then, I felt angry.
Angry, angry, ANGRY!!
It's Paul's fault! He cursed me, and brought us all to hell!
It's my fault! I couldn't do anything to stop it!
It's Susannah's fault! She sacrificed herself for me, when there was no point to do so, seeing as life was not worth living without her. Didn't she know that?! Didn't she care?
Of course she cared . . .
She just cared too much.
'Susannah,' I said, lifting up her hand, and kissing her fingers. How could she do this? I wasn't worth any of this, I didn't deserve it.
I bowed my head, and screwed up my face against the terrible aching in my heart. It felt empty, like something had just been removed from it, leaving that place vacant and blank and cold.
Then, without warning, her hand gave mine the tiniest of squeezes. My eyes snapped open, and to my supreme joy, I saw those magnificent emeralds blink lazily at me. My soaring heart danced within me, and I hoisted her up and twirled her around, laughing and yelling in exhilaration. She laughed too, giggling giddily, and clutching the back of my neck with soft, curling fingers.
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Susannah's POV again.
When we stopped spinning and laughing, we collapsed on her bed together. I let out a huge sigh of relief. My head rested on his shoulder, and his strong arm was around me. It felt so good to be in his loving arms again.
'I thought I'd lost you,' he confessed ruefully.
'I know.'
He sat up, and pulled me into him, so I was leaning against his chest. 'I love you so much,' he breathed in my ear. I beamed at him. He entwined my hair in his fingers gently. For a few blissful minutes, we just sat there, then, he turned to face me.
'Susannah, why on earth did you do that?' he asked seriously, his eyebrows lowering sternly.
I looked away.
'I had to,' I whispered, hiding my face with my hand.
He pulled my hand away from, and locked my wrist in a firm grasp. 'Why?'
I drew a shuddering breath. 'Well, Paul was going to stab you with that freaking Knife, wasn't he? I mean, I totally didn't want you getting offed by Paul, and especially not if you were getting stabbed with that thing, because then I wouldn't remember you, and my memories of you has been the best of my life, and I couldn't let Paul take that away from me, and . . . thought you were cursed?'
I looked back into his eyes, and was startled to see that he looked bewildered.
'I think I only caught the words, "freaking", "Paul", "memories", and "cursed",' he said awkwardly, and then, he burst out laughing.
I pouted at him. 'Hey, I talk fast. So what? You just have to learn to keep up.' I crossed my arms and looked away from him. I know, I was acting like a brat, but I was annoyed. I'd just made this, like, huge sacrifice, and he laughs? How rude!
Jesse stopped laughing. 'Just like old times,' he smirked, 'I could never understand a word you said.'
'Well, thanks,' I muttered, standing up, and walking away from him. Then, with a horrible jolt, I saw my dead body, bloodied and pale.
I was still a GHOST!
I shrieked, and stumbled back. Jesse caught me just before I landed on my butt, and pulled my back up.
'But, Jesse, you're alive, I thought we all were, why am I still a freaking ghost? How am I going to get back alive? What will MUM say? And Andy? And Doc, and Dopey, and Sleepy? I bet dopey won't even miss me, but . . . I mean, I thought-'
'Susannah!' he cut of sternly, shaking my shoulders. I stopped babbling. I was full on crying now, and kept hiccuping. He rubbed my back soothingly.
'Jesse, I thought everything was going to be all right,' I said softly, sniffing. 'But it's worse. I mean, yeah, you're alive, I'm really glad about that . . . But I'm going to miss everyone so, so much . . .'
I buried my face into my hands and backed away from him. When I felt the wall behind me, I slid down it, and just stared at myself, lying motionlessly near the window seat. My face was so white, and my hands were so stiff. It was horrible, like something out of a nightmare . . . accept, this wasn't a nightmare.
It was about as real as it could get.
'Querida,' Jesse said quietly, 'We'll find a way. Everything's going to be al-'
'NO IT'S NOT!' I exploded, leapt up, and pushed him, so he fell back. 'It's NOT!'
Then, perfect timing, Paul Slater materialized right in front of me.
'Suze!' he said, grinning happily, 'You're-'
'Dead,' I finished bitterly for him. 'And it's all your fault. Look at me - no, not ME, over THERE!' I turned his head so that he was looking at the dead me.
'You see that?! All you. I'm dead. I'm gone. I'm a FREAKING GHOST!' I kneed him in the nuts, really, REALLY hard, hoping that he might realize that I wasn't too jazzed with him at the current time. Boy did he get the message. He fell back on top of Jesse.
And then, even more perfect, my MUM opened the door of my bedroom. She took one look at the picture before her, two guys in the room, and her daughter, very much so dead, and screamed the place down.
'AAAAAANNNNNNDDDDDDYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! SSSSSSSUUUUSSSSSIIIIEEEE'SSSS D-D- DEEEEEEEEAAAAAAADDDDDD!!!!!!
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The plot thickens . . . Yeah, not quite finished yet . . . hey, I don't want to update with the next chappie until I have EIGHTY (80) reviews, okay? Think you can manage that? Pretty please? I know, I'm so evil, but PLEASE, review? *Puppy eyes?*
I'm almost finished! And by the way, fluff's a-coming!