Title: Life Itself
Author: Sara and Lizzie
Rating: Pg-13, possibly changing
Summary: Post Haunted. Suze and Jesse are finally together-but not if Maria and Paul have their way.
"And you'll understand what I mean when I say there's no way we're gonna give up." -Maroon 5
I woke up later that same evening to find a knife pointed at my face. I rolled my eyes. The whole knife wielding ghost showing up in the middle of the night? So very tired of it. Maria wore that out last time she tried to destroy my life.
"Maria." I said, mocking cheerfulness. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"You could ask Hector." She said parting her mouth slightly. My fists clenched, and I started to feel like I was going to be sick, now that the image of Jesse's tongue in her mouth had found it's way back into my brain.
I sat up quickly. "Don't ever touch my boyfriend again. Because if you do, I can promise you lots of pain." I say, looking her straight in the eye, just daring her to come back at that one.
I almost wanted her to say something. I needed and excuse to kick her ass right out of my window. Preferably off my roof, and onto the ground, just like her psycho husband had done to me. But instead of fighting with me, she just smiled. Creepy, right?
"I really don't think you are in a position to be threatening me." She said. Ok, so she had a knife. Big deal. Was she going to slice and dice me with my family in the surrounding rooms and Jesse- not here? Where was he?
Maria must have noticed my eyes scanning the room, because she laughed and said "Oh you won't find Hector here. He's been, shall we say occupied for a while?"
This, to say the least, alarmed me. The last time she "occupied" Jesse she convinced an eight year old to exorcise him. "What did you do to him?" I asked.
"I did not do anything to him." Maria replied, in her annoyingly cavalier way. "And if I were in your position, Susannah, I would not make any threats you couldn't back up."
I look around. She's totally right. The moonlight shines in the window and glints off her knife, reminding me that it's there. I need time to call Jesse, but I don't want to lure him into danger. I decide to keep her talking.
"I think," I started slowly, "that your jealous. He wants me. But he didn't want to marry you."
Ok, judging by the way she's tightening her grip on that knife, maybe that whole antagonistic approach wasn't such a great idea. Good one, Suze.
"Then why is he still kissing me?" Maria asks, in obvious anger. That kinda flares my anger up too, but with good reason. Hello? Boyfriend? Mine, not hers. That's right mine.
So I call Jesse, and then wait. For whatever reason, he's taking his good old ghostly time. So I just keep calling. But by now, she's pissed. Really pissed. Uh-oh.
~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~* Jesse's POV
"Look de Silva, I didn't call you here to piss you off." Said Paul Slater. At this point I didn't much care. He had called me, urgently away from Susannah, and then wasted my time talking and talking, without really saying anything.
I try to think of what motive he could possibly have for keeping me here, when I hear her calling. Lightly, at first, as if she's amused by something and wants me to see it. But her tone quickly becomes more urgent. I shimmered, in preparation to go to her, but Paul grabs my arm. "I wasn't finished with you, cowboy."
I ignore the cowboy remark, and try to stay calm. "It's Susannah Paul. She's calling." He hesitates. "She's in trouble." It's at these words he releases me.
"Go." he says. And I do, but not without letting my mind slip over the evident fact that Paul Slater was in love with my Querida. However thoughts of Paul, as well as everything else left my mind as I materialized in Susannah's room and saw the blood on the bed sheets and Susannah herself unconscious on the floor.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~ Suze's POV
So I think the obvious lesson learned was that you shouldn't piss off a ghost with a knife, because even if she used to be a prissy whiner in a corset, supernatural powers will do the trick.
She told me to give him up. She held the knife to my throat and said "You're a mediator Susannah. So let Hector go. It's selfish of you to keep him here. You and Hector know nothing of love. So let him go."
Which, frankly, kind of ticked me off. So maybe it was completely self centered of me to hold onto to Jesse like I did, but we did know what love was thank you very much, miss kill my fiancée before our wedding.
So when I sunk my knee into her stomach, and suggested back the hell off of Jesse (as well as some other choice suggestions) she didn't react too well. In fact, she sunk that knife of hers into my arm, just missing my wrist. Then she used her pissed off ghost mind to slam me against the wall. And that's when everything went black. And the last thing I remember thinking was Jesse.
Author: Sara and Lizzie
Rating: Pg-13, possibly changing
Summary: Post Haunted. Suze and Jesse are finally together-but not if Maria and Paul have their way.
"And you'll understand what I mean when I say there's no way we're gonna give up." -Maroon 5
I woke up later that same evening to find a knife pointed at my face. I rolled my eyes. The whole knife wielding ghost showing up in the middle of the night? So very tired of it. Maria wore that out last time she tried to destroy my life.
"Maria." I said, mocking cheerfulness. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"You could ask Hector." She said parting her mouth slightly. My fists clenched, and I started to feel like I was going to be sick, now that the image of Jesse's tongue in her mouth had found it's way back into my brain.
I sat up quickly. "Don't ever touch my boyfriend again. Because if you do, I can promise you lots of pain." I say, looking her straight in the eye, just daring her to come back at that one.
I almost wanted her to say something. I needed and excuse to kick her ass right out of my window. Preferably off my roof, and onto the ground, just like her psycho husband had done to me. But instead of fighting with me, she just smiled. Creepy, right?
"I really don't think you are in a position to be threatening me." She said. Ok, so she had a knife. Big deal. Was she going to slice and dice me with my family in the surrounding rooms and Jesse- not here? Where was he?
Maria must have noticed my eyes scanning the room, because she laughed and said "Oh you won't find Hector here. He's been, shall we say occupied for a while?"
This, to say the least, alarmed me. The last time she "occupied" Jesse she convinced an eight year old to exorcise him. "What did you do to him?" I asked.
"I did not do anything to him." Maria replied, in her annoyingly cavalier way. "And if I were in your position, Susannah, I would not make any threats you couldn't back up."
I look around. She's totally right. The moonlight shines in the window and glints off her knife, reminding me that it's there. I need time to call Jesse, but I don't want to lure him into danger. I decide to keep her talking.
"I think," I started slowly, "that your jealous. He wants me. But he didn't want to marry you."
Ok, judging by the way she's tightening her grip on that knife, maybe that whole antagonistic approach wasn't such a great idea. Good one, Suze.
"Then why is he still kissing me?" Maria asks, in obvious anger. That kinda flares my anger up too, but with good reason. Hello? Boyfriend? Mine, not hers. That's right mine.
So I call Jesse, and then wait. For whatever reason, he's taking his good old ghostly time. So I just keep calling. But by now, she's pissed. Really pissed. Uh-oh.
~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~* Jesse's POV
"Look de Silva, I didn't call you here to piss you off." Said Paul Slater. At this point I didn't much care. He had called me, urgently away from Susannah, and then wasted my time talking and talking, without really saying anything.
I try to think of what motive he could possibly have for keeping me here, when I hear her calling. Lightly, at first, as if she's amused by something and wants me to see it. But her tone quickly becomes more urgent. I shimmered, in preparation to go to her, but Paul grabs my arm. "I wasn't finished with you, cowboy."
I ignore the cowboy remark, and try to stay calm. "It's Susannah Paul. She's calling." He hesitates. "She's in trouble." It's at these words he releases me.
"Go." he says. And I do, but not without letting my mind slip over the evident fact that Paul Slater was in love with my Querida. However thoughts of Paul, as well as everything else left my mind as I materialized in Susannah's room and saw the blood on the bed sheets and Susannah herself unconscious on the floor.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~ Suze's POV
So I think the obvious lesson learned was that you shouldn't piss off a ghost with a knife, because even if she used to be a prissy whiner in a corset, supernatural powers will do the trick.
She told me to give him up. She held the knife to my throat and said "You're a mediator Susannah. So let Hector go. It's selfish of you to keep him here. You and Hector know nothing of love. So let him go."
Which, frankly, kind of ticked me off. So maybe it was completely self centered of me to hold onto to Jesse like I did, but we did know what love was thank you very much, miss kill my fiancée before our wedding.
So when I sunk my knee into her stomach, and suggested back the hell off of Jesse (as well as some other choice suggestions) she didn't react too well. In fact, she sunk that knife of hers into my arm, just missing my wrist. Then she used her pissed off ghost mind to slam me against the wall. And that's when everything went black. And the last thing I remember thinking was Jesse.