Enelya Tinuviel: This story will probably be 6-8 chapters...I don't know completely yet...I know, I made Jesse all psycho...I'm still not entirely sure why...Just bear with me while I post random stuffs
Suze's POV:
I looked in the direction of the blue lights to see what helpless ghost- or minion of Paul's- needed help. Of course, I wasn't expecting Jesse to be standing there.
"How the hell...You're alive now, you can't materialize and dematerialize!" I said angrily.
"Wrong Susannah." Jesse said in this strangly calm voice. As psycho as he's revealed himself to be, I still melt when I hear him say my name. "I can do whatever I want whenever I want. And there's not a damned thing you can do to stop me."
I glanced at Paul, who had pulled me into this protective embrace. "De Silva, get the hell out of here."
"Not without her." Jesse said, taking a slow, definite step towards me. Without warning, he grabbed my wrist- the one attached to my broken arm, thanks a lot Jesse!- and yanked me to my feet. I screamed, because that hurt like a mother- pardon my French- and Paul was up, yanking on my good arm.
But we underestimated Jesse. With a swift hand movement, he had me around the waist, so I was dangling over his shoulder, staring at his stomach, and Paul was against a wall, looking like an invisible hand was choking him. "NO! Jesse, stop! Please! Put him down! I'll go with you, just stop hurting him!"
Paul choked out a, "Suze, shut up! You're not going!" before Jesse squeezed a little more on his throat. "Jesse, STOP IT!" Tears started streaming from my face and I was hoarse from yelling. "Put him down and I'll come with you, no struggling." I said, hoarse and tears still streaming down my face.
Paul dropped to the floor, his hand massaging his throat. "Suze, no!" He said before Jesse had dematerialized us to that small room in the rectory. There were shards of glass everywhere, and drops of blood for a picturesque effect.
"Fine, you have me." I said, unable to keep bitterness out of my voice. "Happy now?"
Jesse stared at me, an animalistic gleam in his eyes. With a shove, he pushed me back on the mattress and climbed on top of me. "I will be when I'm finished with you." He growled. "And you won't be able to walk straight for a week, querida."
Oh shit.