UnangelicHalo: Yes, I know...HOW COULD SUZE DO THAT! lol...there is a method to my madness, honestly...

NOTE: This MAY be the last chapter...I'm not sure yet...

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Jesse's POV:

After I dematerialized from Susannah's room, I wasn't quite sure where I would go. I materialized to my grave, only to be reminded of the last kiss Susannah and I shared in front of it. Everywhere I went, I was reminded of her, although that can be blamed on the fact that I could not get her off my mind. I suddenly knew what I had to do.

"Jesse! What are you doing here?" Father Dominic's voice rang out from behind the big mahogany desk.

"Father, this is not a social visit." I sighed heavily. "I must ask you something, and I ask that you treat it very seriously."

"Yes, of course." Father Dominic said. We stood in his office, the early morning light pouring in. "What is it?"

"I want you to exorcise me."

Father Dominic's POV:

"I want you to exorcise me."

If I were not a man of God, I may have sounded like one of the boys who goes to school here. "You want me to WHAT? I thought...But...Susannah...You and-"

Jesse cut me off. "Susannah needs someone alive, as you have all been saying. I am being selfish, staying around when it is next to impossible for us to have a decent relationship."

"But the hypnotism...Do you not want to free her?" I was very confused. Jesse had been going on for several days now how Susannah was hypnotised by Mr. Slater, and how we must free her. We had even tried to, the day she was apparently in the hospital.

"Father..." Jesse looked hopeless, broken. "Susannah and Slater have become...uh...intimate, one might say. And now, well...I love her, yes, but no amount of love can erase that." Now he stared down at the floor, trying not to break down. "So, will you or will you not exorcise me?"

"I most certaintly will NOT!" I said. "Jesse, I will mediate you, find out why you've been here so long, and then-"

"Father, I know why I've been here so long." Jesse said quietly, looking up. "I've been here, waiting for Susannah. She is my soul mate, as I am hers. Now, in light of things, I cannot stay. I cannot pass on naturally through mediation, either, and therefore, you must exorcise me."

"Jesse, I'll say it again, I can't-" I tried to say, but he interrupted again.

"Fine. Then I shall go to Slater. He is more than willing to exorcise me." And Jesse dematerialized without another word.

I sighed, and did something no one really would have expected.

I started the chant to undo Paul Slater's hypnotism.

Paul's POV:

I had just gotten home when I saw very bright blue lights appear in the corner of my room.

"Jesse. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" Sarcasm is my middle name. Actually, Oliver is, but you know what I mean.

"Slater, I want you to exorcise me."

Say WHAT?

"Huh?"

"I want you to exorcise me." De Silva repeated.

"Why the sudden change in heart?" Not that I cared. I already had what I wanted, getting rid of De Silva is just a perk.

"You know why. Or some of it at least." De Silva spit. Ah. So he knew about me and Suze last night. "What? Afraid you can't compete?" I said, twisting the knife.

"Slater, you know as well as I, that Susannah would never have done that with you if she hadn't been hypnotized."

"So why leave?"

"I cannot move on naturally, because Susannah is my soul mate, and despite anything you have done, I am hers. Nothing can change that. I will always love her."

"But...?" I knew there was something coming up. He would always love her, but because I had screwed her first, he wouldn't stick around.

"But I cannot stay and watch Susannah and yourself continue together, no matter how many spells you've put on her." De Silva looked me in the eye- I think that's the first time he's ever looked me in the eye- and said, "Exorcise me."

I shrugged. "Alright. Seven O'clock tonight. Don't be late."

And then De Silva dematerialized and I got ready to exorcise him.

Suze's POV:

I was sitting on the edge of my bed, now fully clothed in sweats and a big shirt that read, "Harvard (I've never went there)" (A/N: I have that top!!!!!! It's comfy as hell!) when Jake came up to see how I was doing.

"Hey, fellow speaker of the dead." I said after he came in.

Jake groaned. "Don't spill on this, aight? It'll be a brother/sister secret."

I shrugged. "You know, Suze...Jesse's not a bad guy." Now it was my turn to groan. "Seriously." Jake said. "You just won't listen because Slater's got you hypnotised."

"When will you people get off that one?"

"When you listen." Jake said. Who knew he could be so awake? I was about to say something when I got that same blinding pain in my side as I had when I was in the hospital. Only this time, it was Father Dom's voice coming through.

He said the same things everyone else had been saying. This time I concentrated on his voice, and when it was all over, Jake picked me up off the floor and said, "Are you listening now?"

Reality hit me: Paul had hypnotised me.

He and I had been a couple.

I had agreed to exorcise Jesse.

Paul and I had slept together.

"Oh my God...oh my God..." I said, rocking back and forth with my head in my hands. Jake patted my back and said, "Suze, it's ok. Jesse totally understands that you were hypnotised."

"NO! I agreed to exorcise him! He won't forgive me for that!"

"Suze, as long as you didn't actually make him go poof, I'm sure you're in the clear." Jake seemed so confident...he didn't know the half of it.

"Fine, but if he actually manages to forgive me for that, he'll never forgive me for-" Great, I couldn't tell my brother that I'd slept with Paul. Think, Suze, think!

"For what?" Jake said, staring me down.

"For..uh...other things." I finished lamely. Great, he won't suspect a thing from that. Really.

"Like?"

I groaned. "IsletwifPaul." I mumbled, throwing my words together.

"You what with Paul?" Jake said, even though he so knew the word.

I swallowed. "I kinda slept with him."

Jake's eyes got as big as flying saucers. "Please tell me you mean 'slept with' as in you FELL ASLEEP together."

"Ok, that's what I mean."

"Suze..." Jake said threateningly.

"Oh come on, did you really think that's what I meant? I mean, come on, I think Jesse could handle that." I said. I could feel tears pricking at my eyes.

"Suze, it'll be ok." Jake gave me a big-brotherly hug. "I'm sure it's not too late." I just sniffled as the tears started to pour down my cheeks.

"If it weren't too late, would De Silva ask me to exorcise him?" Came the voice of Satan himself from my window.

"Slater, GET OUT." Jake said, looking all tough and murderous. Not hard to do, actually. He's pretty scary when he gets mad.

"Jesse did NOT ask you to exorcise him, Paul." I said, trying to stop crying. "And I can't believe you fucking hypnotised me into loving you!"

Paul looked shocked that I knew about that. "So, it's all over now, huh?" He said, shoving his hands into his pockets as he entered the room. Jake stood up and clenched his fists- he used to be on the wrestling team, like Brad, and could probably hurt Paul more than Paul could hurt him. "Well, I figured Father Dom or someone would undo my handiwork eventually." Paul continued, crossing the room to stand directly in front of me. Jake let out a menacing growl. "Slater, get away from her."

"Jake, get out." Paul said. "I prefer a little privacy when Suze and I are intimate." I threw daggers at Paul. "You and I are NOT going to be intimate."

"Aw, Suze, remember last time?" Paul lowered himself into my lap. I winced slightly as my stitches were pulled. My heart started racing as he got closer...

"Slater, GET OFF OF HER!" Jake growled. With a wave of his hand, Paul sent Jake flying out of the room and then shut and locked my door. Paul kissed me again, and I resisted as best I could. I bit Paul's tounge when he slipped it in my mouth, but it only seemed to turn him on more.

"Paul, stop it!" I screamed, as he pushed me back onto my bed. There was nothing gentle about the way he ripped my sweats off of me, or the way he attacked my neck with his kisses. I had just about given up trying to escape, and fell limp against my sheets sobbing. I closed my eyes for what was coming...Paul would rape me, he would exorcise Jesse, and then he'd probably kill me...I tried not to think about the pain, or anything really...

Suddenly, Paul was thrown off of me, and against the wall, crumpling on the floor unconscious. "Querida, are you alright?"

"Jesse?" I asked, hardly daring to believe it.

"Yes, querida, it's me." I looked up into Jesse's liquid black eyes. He was smiling, slightly. "I, uh, came to say goodbye before I left."

I sat up carefully. Thankfully, in Paul's roughness, he hadn't ripped out any of my stitches. I still winced as I sat up though. "Jesse...I'm so sorry. About everything." I whispered.

Jesse sighed and noticed my wincing. He carefully laid me back down on my bed- after handing me my sweats to put back on- and checked out the stitches. "They'll be ok, Susannah. But will you?"

"What do you mean, will I?" I had an idea, but I didn't want to jump to conclusions. I was lucky Jesse was even speaking to me. He sat down next to me, and said, "Will you be OK, when I am gone, querida?"

Certainly sending mixed signals there, Jesse. Calling me querida, and then saying when you're gone...Grrr. "Jesse...I'll never be OK. Not if you're gone." This seemed to make him slightly happier, and I took the opportunity to ruin the happiness by bursting into tears.

"Querida, are you upset because of what happened last night?" Jesse asked quietly. I could only nod. "Most of it was Paul's hypnotism." I choked out. "But...but.." I couldn't finish.

"But part wasn't, is that it, Susannah?" Jesse finished for me. I nodded again. "I'm so sorry, Jesse. If I could go back, I wouldn't do it. I just..I don't know." I felt miserable.

My mood lifted considerably though, when Jesse leaned down and kissed me. Not on my forehead, not on my cheek. On my lips. And, the way he was doing it, it seemed like he wanted to make me forget completely about any other guy who'd ever kissed me.

I realized that I missed his kisses. There was love in them. Love that I knew would never completely go away. At least, I hoped it wouldn't. When he broke the kiss, I looked at Jesse in wonderment. "How is it you aren't killing me right now?" I asked.

Jesse grinned. "Ah, querida." he said. "I have figured something out about us that I'm sure you have yet to. And one- or a million- interceptions from Slater will not stop it."

"And what's that?" I asked, trying to sit up. Jesse wouldn't let me though. Sit up, that is.

"You, mi querida, are the reason I'm still around. You and I are soul mates." Jesse said, sweeping me up in another loving kiss.

I'm the reason he hasn't moved on? So when will he move on- not that I don't enjoy his company, but I can't keep him around forever! But as Jesse's tounge parted my lips, I moaned lightly against his and decided to forget about it. We'll figure it out later.

A few minutes later, Jesse and I broke our kiss. Paul started to become conscious, and I unlocked my door to find a seething Jake- and surprisingly, Brad- standing there. "Suze, are you alright?" Jake asked, as they came running into my room. Brad made a beeline for Slater and started to drag him out of the room. "You are gonna regret the day you were born, Slater!" I heard him yell as they went downstairs. Then the sound of Brad beating the shit out of Paul. It was music to my ears.

"Yeah, my soul mate saved me." I said, as I glanced at Jesse. Jake looked at him too, and said, "Take care of my sister, De Silva."

"I will. Whether she likes it or not." Jesse said, wrapping a protective arm around me.

Jake started to leave. As he shut the door, I said, "Hey Jake...Will you tell mom and Andy that I'm sleeping and don't want to be bothered?"

Jake looked at me, then at Jesse, before saying, "Sure thing." I swear, he was grinning like a maniac. Like he thought Jesse and I were going to do something.

I laid down on my bed again and said, "I really am sorry, Jesse."

"Querida...Enough words." He said, lying down next to me. My heart started racing in a good way as he pulled me into his arms. "Show me how sorry you are with your actions."

WHOA!

Jesse De Silva- Mr. Proper himself- did not just say such a sexual innuendo!

But judging from the look in his beautiful eyes, he did.

So I did...

And remember how I was marveling at Paul? Yeah...Jesse made him look like a three year old. Not that I've seen a three year old's you-know-what, but you get the general idea.

Jesse refused to move to the rectory after that. He also decided not to because Paul was a pyscho maniac who had sworn revenge. Revenge for what, I don't know, but revenge. Brad and Jake kicked his ass something good though. He was in the hospital for, like, two weeks.

And life went back to normal.

Normal for me, at least.

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OK, so how bad did that bite? I may do a sequel...I have no idea...