A/n- This is a rated PG-13 story and it will STAY one. I don't even like writing fluff, let alone lemons. So no, there will be no R rated stuff in this. I've even decided that whatever will happen isn't really considered disgusting. Just different.

Thanks for the reviews, keep them coming!

Oh, and I did change the title from Belonging to Eternally Yours. I don't know what belonging had to do with anything… but it was like the only thing I could think of when I started this. But now that I actually have a plot, a title is easier to decide on. Okay, just had to get that out of my system… so now moving on with this chapter…

WARNING: This chapter is really boring. Also crappy. However, I did try...

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Chapter 11

Paul's POV

This silence is actually starting to become rather uncomfortable. De Silva and I haven't spoken a single word to each other ever since we started walking through this still ever so thick fog. The ground is light as cotton candy, and the sky reaches so high that it seems as if heaven is more farther away than ever. Among this haze of silence and purity, I could just make out the sounds of water dripping near by.

We walked on, neither one of us saying anything. Stealing a glance over at him, I saw a dark profile emanated with the glimmering light ghosts often possess. His shoulders were rigid, his form stiff. His hands were balled up at his sides, and his mouth was set in a straight line. Jeez, relax much?

I sighed loudly, but De Silva didn't even so much as soften his thundering footsteps. Clearing my throat with a meaningful look in his direction, I crossed my arms across my chest and heaved another huge sigh. I watched as a flicker of annoyance appeared in his eyes, except he continued to ignore me.

And on and on this went, us refusing to look at each other, let alone opening our mouth. It felt like eternity before we finally escaped the mist of clouds, ending up… right where we began.

The bright side to this, however, is that we can actually see what's around us this time. Even though there wasn't that much to see, since it was just more confusing white dandelion petals dancing in the air.

I gazed at the clear shadows surrounding everything, and I could feel the beginning of a scornful look taking root. Before I could say anything too negative, De Silva pointed his fingers at something in the distance and spoke. "You see that light over there?"

I squinted in the direction he pointed toward. Barely, just barely, I could make out the blaze of something. It looked big –or small- enough to be a door. Well, it may only be a lost star crying for its wasted mother, but it's still worth a try.

We're totally lost also in this place with no one around to ask for help –not that I'm implying that we need it- so what do we have to lose?

Sighing again, I nodded and said, "Let's go."

Jesse's POV

I don't know what Slater's problem is. It seems he has this unspoken goal that he has to annoy me to death. Does he want conversation that much? If so, he picked to wrong person to try to have one with. Here I am, worried about Susannah and what'll happen to her if we don't save her in time, and Slater is dillydallying and taking his time.

But he can do whatever he wants, I thought as I stared up at the majestic door in front of me. It doesn't have any knob. It doesn't have any hinge. It doesn't have any of the fancy stuff modern doors do. Instead, I guess you can say that it's just a piece of gleaming plastic standing in our way.

"Don't just stand there," I heard Slater say impatiently from behind me. "Open it!"

Open it? What is he on? He wants me to open this thing? "But there's no knob!" I snapped, glaring at him.

I mean, how are you supposed to open a door without a knob? It's humanly impossible, that's how. Slater, of course, has a mind –shockingly- of his own and decides to prove that he's God and can anything possible, including opening a completely sealed door lacking any sort of handle or knob or any other device that may help him unlock it.

Oh yes. He pushed me aside, and tried to knock the thing down. Really, how ridiculous is that? He just went at it, determined that he has more force than Hercules, trying to merely shove it out of the way. When it didn't work, he only tried again. And again. And again.

It was boring me to simply watch him. Does this guy have no ability to accept defeat? The door is not normal, therefore it cannot be broken down with only human power. I sighed, and said in a patient voice: "Can't you just give up? It's not going to work."

He actually took the time to stop and glare at me. "Oh? Would you care to try?"

Well, what else was there to do? I reached out a hand tentatively, and slowly my fingers stretched toward the light covering the door. A few more inches… and it's there.

I was really anticipating that I had to act like an idiot and try to break the thing down, but I was proven wrong. As soon as my fingers touched the door, the whole place changed. The white became a terribly dark black. The floating dandelions became –can you believe- bats.

One flew straight for me, but I dodged just in the nick of time. Covering my face with my hands, and trying to block out the awful sound of the screeches the bats are making, I found Slater not too far away from me. He wasn't even paying any attention to the racket these flying animals are making. I watched in fascination as one of them headed towards his head, but with a sudden force it was stopped. It was like an invisible wall was separating them or something.

And Slater himself? He was studying another door.

I walked over to him, ignoring the bats. I found out they couldn't harm me either, with the barrier and all. I didn't understand any of that, but hey, this is the 21st century, who knows what else have changed since my time. Back then, teenage girls and guys certainly could not see ghosts.

Not that I know of, anyway.

"De Silva," He turned to me as I stopped beside him, looking at the door with no real interest. "Open this one."

I raised one of my eyebrows. "Excuse me? Before we jump into anything else, shouldn't you tell me where exactly we are right now?"

I looked around, and noticed for the first time that we ended up in a gloomy corridor. Gazing to one side, I'd have to say that I saw no end at all. Same goes for the other side. A never ending hallway? Haven't I been here before?

That time with Susannah… but no, this is different. The atmosphere doesn't feel the same at all. Also, the spaces in between seem wider here somehow… the ceiling higher.

I gave Slater a questioning glance, but he merely shrugged. "Shadowland, still. Just another dimension."

Oh.

"So, look at this. Can you feel the energy arising from it?" He asked, pointing to the door.

Stepping closer, I inspected it. What I felt wasn't exactly energy. But I do know that I felt compelled to open it and uncover its secrets.

Looking around for a second time, I saw that this door is different than the other ones. Its colors are darker, richer. The designs are more complex, more mysterious. Somehow… I'm drawn to it.

Just then, Slater muttered a word under his breath. His voice was small and distant, as if he was talking to himself. I didn't catch what he said, but it doesn't really matter.

I shivered, even though the air is not cold at all. As if I was spellbound, I took several more steps, until I was directly in front of the door. There is a force, a voice, within that is telling me to open this… this time, the door even has a knob. How convenient.

I heard the sound a bat's shrill screech, but I ignored it. Instead, I found my right hand lifting up, as if it has a mind of its own. Then, ever so slowly, it grazed the handle, and grasped onto it. I stood, transfixed, and watched as the knob started to turn…

Suze's POV

Okay, this is NOT happening…

Where the hell are Jesse and Paul? How long has it been? They should definitely be here by now. I mean, it doesn't take that much time to dematerialize, wake Paul up, and have him shift here. Five minutes at the longest! So why does it feel as if half an hour already passed?

"Eek!" I shrieked as I was slapped onto the cold, wet ground. Yes, wet. I could hear the low pattering of raindrops landing on the car next to us. A few hit my face, but the cool sensation was more of a relief than anything.

I rubbed my head tiredly, trying to sit up. Immediately, I saw stars dancing in front of me and a head splitting headache erupted. A loud groaned escaped my lips, and I collapsed onto the dirt ground again. Look, I couldn't help it, okay? I did faint twice, for goodness sake. This guy did NOT have to throw me out here, causing more severe pain for my poor body.

So, while I was busy worrying over how many broken bones I have, I guess drunkie sure wasn't taking his time getting naked. Before I knew what had happened, I was pinned flat onto the damp ground, and my jeans and underwear were ripped off. Well, okay, not ripped off. He actually took the time to unbutton, unzip, and take it offa me. Really, I would have put up a fiercer battle if I were in any other condition any other day. But I was exhausted, and all my efforts of struggling ended up in vain.

For someone who's plastered, he sure has some quick hands. I was completely exposed –well, I DID managed to keep him from tearing my shirt off. But I guess he didn't really care about that just then- in less than three seconds.

I couldn't think. I really couldn't. All I knew was that I had to prevent him from raping me. Without wasting any time, I kicked him. Okay, so I was aiming for the groin. No big surprise that I kicked his leg instead. I may practice kickboxing everyday, but even I can't aim that accurate when we're close to only several inches apart. And the kick to his leg? No damage, no damage done at all.

I shrieked again, and tried to move out of the way. But he is STRONG. This isn't happening… I thought to myself again. This CAN'T be happening… please tell me this is merely a dream…

Except, of course, it is not. And if I don't do something useful soon, I was going to lose my virginity to a total stranger that I don't even know, much less like. Or LOVE.

So, that being said, I hope you understand why I did what I did next. Which is, well…

I peed on him.

It's not like it was done intentionally. Okay, fine, it was. But I had to pee anyway! The last time I went to the bathroom was like, after lunch. So yeah, it was a long one, and it felt good after I was finished.

But anyway, the idea itself did not just pop into my head randomly. Nope. Actually, you see, at the last minute I remembered something I read a long time ago back in New York. Gina and I were looking over newspaper articles for an English project at school. As we were trying to find some good articles to write summaries on, one caught my eye. I don't remember what exactly it was called, but the basic summary was this: At a party, a girl and a guy hooked up. The guy lured her to his apartment, and somehow they ended up on his bed. The girl had only went there to make out, and nothing more. So she freaked out when it became obvious that he was going to rape her. So in the heat of the moment, she peed on him and he became so disgusted that he let her go. She, of course, escaped before he can change his mind.

What, it was a true story! Do you think reporters are so stupid that they couldn't tell lies from realities? And besides, it sounded truthful to me. Guys really can't take a girl just peeing on him when he was going to experience one of the most pleasant –notice the sarcasm here- feelings he has ever known. And now, I get to test the theory.

I stared at him. He seemed frozen, and his eyes were more or less dead. He didn't move at all, and I couldn't even tell if he was breathing or not, he was that still. Sheesh, should he be that shocked? Girls like me do not let themselves get taken advantage of without first doing everything humanly possible.

Hey, if he can't move, then I sure wasn't going to just lie there and wait for him to come back down to Earth. I had gotten some of the wetness on myself, but that's okay. I tried to jump up, but had to cling onto the car for support when I collapsed again. I peeked into the car window, and saw Ria sitting in there, staring straight back at me, her mouth making a small O. She held the guy's trousers in her hands, her fingers grasping it so tight that I wouldn't be surprised if it started to tear.

I yanked opened the door, and motioned for her to get out. She must have seen the panic in my eyes, because she immediately got her butt off that seat. I looked back down at drunkie, and he still lay there, unmoving, his breath ragged, as if he has been running a marathon. I sighed. The shock still hasn't worn off?

No matter. I quickly spotted my underwear and jeans lying several feet away from where he had thrown them, and half ran, half limped there to get them. Hurriedly, I put them on.

Ria was then standing in the cold night air, getting soaked because the rain had just started to come down in huge and rapid drops. I was drenched also, but I didn't really care. The guy had finally started to come to his senses, and at that moment he sat up, and shot me a death glare. I gulped, and managed a timid smile his way.

His expression twisted into one of such disgust and horror that I had to secretly hide a triumphant grin. So it's true.

He started for me, a determined look in his eyes. I tried to avert my eyes, because he WAS stark naked. Um, I do not want a body that gross with eh, pee dripping from his upper thighs, to haunt my nightmares, thankyouverymuch.

But then I panicked. He was drawing nearer and nearer, backing me up against this dirt wall thingie. What, is he going to beat me up, now that he figured out he doesn't want to rape me? Or is he so stupid that he actually wants to try again? Sigh. Guys and their male pride. When will they ever learn to give up?

Um, Suze, I thought as he was almost right in front of me. Not a good time to be thinking about that right now…

Okay, no way can I kick him again. I can barely lift my leg, it hurts so much. I think I really did twist or break some bones there. So what else was there to do? Is this the time when I slap him and he falls to the ground? Or what?

Seconds later, it seems I didn't have to worry about any of that. Before my very eyes, drunkie's head was snapped back, and without a moment's hesitation he flew over the car, landing on the other side. The kicker? Ria De Silva herself.

"Wow," I murmured. "I'm impressed. I didn't know that you knew how to do that…"

Her reply? "There's a lot about me that you don't know, Miss Susannah Simon." She looked over my shoulder with a faraway look on her face. The expression was sad, even mournful. I wanted to thank her, but suddenly I was on the ground again, gasping for breath. The events that took place tonight really took a tow on me. I was just so tired… and sleepy… I didn't want to worry about drunkie waking up and wondering what evil spirit had kicked him. I didn't want to pass out again without knowing if I'll ever wake up… I didn't want to…

Instantly, I heard the sound of police sirens in the distance, drawing closer and closer. Ria snapped back to attention, looking alarmed. I just smiled, and closed my eyes, knowing soon that I'll be all right. The raindrops was like a lullaby luring me into dreamland, and I gave myself up willingly for a LONG rest… hey, I deserve one, right?

However, before I could finally just let myself fall, a nagging thought from the edge of my mind jumped into full conscious.

Jesse…

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A/n- Told you it wasn't going to be disgusting. Just different, right? Well, I know this chapter isn't as good as it's supposed to be… anyway, review please!