Suze's POV:
About a half hour later, Paul and I were sitting downstairs on the living room couch, watching some movie. I just turned on the TV and there was something interesting on, so I'm like, "Fine, whatever."
Not that either one of us was interested in the movie. Oh no. I was very interested in Paul's lips on mine. He seemed to be interested in the same thing, seeing as he'd kissed me a few times already, but was trying really hard to fight it. Like, it wouldn't be right or something.
Not that I cared. Not much anyways. We talked for awhile, and practiced shifter stuff, until midnight-ish when he went home. I locked the front door, and made my way to my room, forgetting the weird dark-feeling it had earlier.
The dark feeling that came back in full force the second I stepped into the room. My entire room was BLACK.
The pink walls, the girly frills- GONE. To be replaced with black walls, black sheets, black everything.
And Jesse sitting on the window seat.
IN FRIGGIN' TEARS?
WHAT?
"What the hell happened to my room?" I asked, ignoring his tears. How many times had I cried and he'd ignored me?
"It reflects the blackness of my heart, querida." What the hell? There will be no 'querida's' buddy! None whatsoever! "I am...truly sorry for everything."
Sorry? You rape a girl for two weeks straight, get her scared for her friggin' life, and YOU'RE SORRY?! What the bloody hell? Before I could yell, I noticed something.
Jesse wasn't solid. The tears he was crying...They were glowing as they hit the floor.
Glowing much like he was.
Ghostily glowing.
"You died?" I asked blindly.
"Yeah. Materialized in front of a car. They call it a hit and run, I believe?" I nodded. "Well, you don't have to worry about me coming back to life, Querida." Gah, stop with the querida, Jesse! "That spell was a one- shot thing. I can't become alive again."
Well, thank God for small miracles.
"But I do have a favor to ask of you, Susannah."
"If you think for one minute that I'm actually going to do you any favors, after all the shit you've put me through, you are one stupid ghost!" I hissed angrily. "Now fix my room and LEAVE."
"I want you to exorcise me."
What the bloody hell? Jesse sensed my confusion and said, "Susannah, I don't want to be this black anymore. Please, exorcise me."
Needless to say, I called Paul. What did he do? He got in his car, drove straight to my house, slugged Jesse twice- once in the nose, once in the stomach- and then said, "Alright, Suze. Got stuff to do this?"
I nodded. I couldn't believe I was going to exorcise Jesse- when I'd saved him from the Shadowland once, and had been in love with him. Key word HAD. I was so not in love with Jesse.
Paul, on the other hand...
No. Well, maybe a little.
Ok, a lot.
Ok, more than a lot. I mean, we have been married for 9 years- 10 in April- and have 3 children- Gretchen Marie, 8, Joseph Alexander, 6, and Lucas Michael, 5- and we're expecting again. (Doctor says it's twins this time.) So yeah, I think I love him more than a lot.
It's been about 16 years since the night we exorcised Jesse. And life is good. Life is very good.
The end, sorry if it sucked to much! I'm working on the end of Crossing The Line, that'll be up by Friday, I swear...Then I'm taking 2 weeks off, maybe, to go to Kansas City, Kansas. Maybe. Don't know yet. :)
About a half hour later, Paul and I were sitting downstairs on the living room couch, watching some movie. I just turned on the TV and there was something interesting on, so I'm like, "Fine, whatever."
Not that either one of us was interested in the movie. Oh no. I was very interested in Paul's lips on mine. He seemed to be interested in the same thing, seeing as he'd kissed me a few times already, but was trying really hard to fight it. Like, it wouldn't be right or something.
Not that I cared. Not much anyways. We talked for awhile, and practiced shifter stuff, until midnight-ish when he went home. I locked the front door, and made my way to my room, forgetting the weird dark-feeling it had earlier.
The dark feeling that came back in full force the second I stepped into the room. My entire room was BLACK.
The pink walls, the girly frills- GONE. To be replaced with black walls, black sheets, black everything.
And Jesse sitting on the window seat.
IN FRIGGIN' TEARS?
WHAT?
"What the hell happened to my room?" I asked, ignoring his tears. How many times had I cried and he'd ignored me?
"It reflects the blackness of my heart, querida." What the hell? There will be no 'querida's' buddy! None whatsoever! "I am...truly sorry for everything."
Sorry? You rape a girl for two weeks straight, get her scared for her friggin' life, and YOU'RE SORRY?! What the bloody hell? Before I could yell, I noticed something.
Jesse wasn't solid. The tears he was crying...They were glowing as they hit the floor.
Glowing much like he was.
Ghostily glowing.
"You died?" I asked blindly.
"Yeah. Materialized in front of a car. They call it a hit and run, I believe?" I nodded. "Well, you don't have to worry about me coming back to life, Querida." Gah, stop with the querida, Jesse! "That spell was a one- shot thing. I can't become alive again."
Well, thank God for small miracles.
"But I do have a favor to ask of you, Susannah."
"If you think for one minute that I'm actually going to do you any favors, after all the shit you've put me through, you are one stupid ghost!" I hissed angrily. "Now fix my room and LEAVE."
"I want you to exorcise me."
What the bloody hell? Jesse sensed my confusion and said, "Susannah, I don't want to be this black anymore. Please, exorcise me."
Needless to say, I called Paul. What did he do? He got in his car, drove straight to my house, slugged Jesse twice- once in the nose, once in the stomach- and then said, "Alright, Suze. Got stuff to do this?"
I nodded. I couldn't believe I was going to exorcise Jesse- when I'd saved him from the Shadowland once, and had been in love with him. Key word HAD. I was so not in love with Jesse.
Paul, on the other hand...
No. Well, maybe a little.
Ok, a lot.
Ok, more than a lot. I mean, we have been married for 9 years- 10 in April- and have 3 children- Gretchen Marie, 8, Joseph Alexander, 6, and Lucas Michael, 5- and we're expecting again. (Doctor says it's twins this time.) So yeah, I think I love him more than a lot.
It's been about 16 years since the night we exorcised Jesse. And life is good. Life is very good.
The end, sorry if it sucked to much! I'm working on the end of Crossing The Line, that'll be up by Friday, I swear...Then I'm taking 2 weeks off, maybe, to go to Kansas City, Kansas. Maybe. Don't know yet. :)