Enelya Tinuviel: Yeah, I know I reviewed twice...I can't remember why, I just did. LOL.

Paul's POV:
Tonight is the night. I thought as I drove to Suze's house to pick her up for her shifting lesson. After so many times reading her mind, I knew she wanted it. I'm not talking a kiss, I'm not even talking a heavy make out session.

I'm talking the big deal. Busting a cherry. Rocking the house. The deed. Sex.

I almost didn't care if she was unresponsive. Of course, that was a last resort.

We were in my room, and I kissed her. I had time to slip my tongue in before she kicked me. Well, I wasn't going to let her get away with it. I smacked her, and then grabbed Suze's wrists before she could hit me back. I bodyslammed her against the wall, and hissed, "Suze...you should know better than to run."

"Back off or I swear I'll scream." Suze said, fear darting in her eyes.

"Go ahead. There's no one but me around." I said, moving my face into hers.

Suze swallowed before saying, "You know what Paul? I'm tired. And leaving. So get off me!" She tried to act tough, but was scared to death.

I told her she'd leave when I was ready for her to leave. Suze started shaking as I finished with, "And I'm not ready for you to leave."

I had "forgotten" to teach Suze mind control. Using that on her, I pulled her to the bed, and flipped her over. I know she wanted it, I could see it behind all the fear in her eyes.

But I underestimated Suze. She took control of her legs- legs that I was dying to get wrapped around me- and kicked me in the groin. I fell over, practically in tears because she was still wearing shoes. So it hurt like a mother- pardon my French. But while I was wounded, my mind control on her stopped and Suze ran out like there was a sale on Prada or some other fashion thing girls crave.

Damn. I ran- well, limped- outside to my car. I got in the driver's seat, and went to Suze's house. I was going to apologize, I really was- until I saw her and De Silva being all comfy cozy on the roof by Suze's window.

Then I don't know what came over me. I really don't. I mean, on second, I was all set to apologize, and the next, I wanted to rip out De Silva's dead heart and take Suze as mine. The next thing I know, I'm scaling the side of Suze's house to get to them.

And then of course, came the classic let's-beat-Paul-to-a-bloody-pulp, led by De Silva and aided by Suze. Seriously. Usually she just stands back and lets us fight, but not this time. Noooo, she let me have it, whalloping me in the eye and then screaming so many things all at once I didn't catch most of it.

Neither did De Silva, but he caught enough to know what I'd done. And, judging from how he started to bash my head in, he wasn't too happy.

Seriously. "How dare you (insert a lot of Spanish swearing and a kick to my abdomen here)?! How can you claim to amor mi querida when you constantly hurt her?!" Followed by more kicks, punches, and screaming.

Yeah. I got my ass whooped. By a dead guy, no less. I mean, part of me was hurting something fierce, and a trip to the emergency room was DEFINITELY in order, but another part of me didn't give a shit. I was hoping De Silva's injuries would make me die so that I'd somewhat have a chance with Suze, since she seemed to go for the dead types. Maybe if I were dead, she wouldn't resist me so much...

"Stop! Jesse, stop it! I'm fine now!" Suze screamed, as she clung to Jesse's arm. "Don't kill him, then he'll never leave me alone! And Paul, even if you were dead, I still wouldn't go out with you!"

Damn, she'd read my mind! De Silva finally stopped hitting me, and Suze haphazordly drove me to the ER, where she told them she'd found me on the side of the road. I went with this story. It was better that way.

Suze left, after giving me a very dirty look. As she turned away from my hospital bed- oh yes. She claims to not care, yet stays until I'm in a room.- the perv in me grabbed her ass and she turned around and hissed, "I should have let him kill you! Grab my ass again, and I swear to God, I WILL!"

Right. Whatever.

De Silva showed up and walked Suze home. I heard him say something like, "Querida, while we're here, do you want to get checked out for...you know, earlier?" I thought by 'earlier' he meant at my house, but Suze apparently didn't.

"Uh...nah. I mean, I wasn't under long enough to do any damage, thanks to a certain ghost who pulled me out of the tub." Suze said, sounding slightly guilty. But wait...

He'd pulled her out of a tub?! That dick of a ghost- who's beaten me up how many times?- got to pull my soulmate out of a tub! That meant he'd seen her naked! I hadn't even seen her naked!

That's it. When I get out of here, it's ass-kicking time.