Wow..thanks for the response to Chapter 6. I must ask, however...What does everyone have against Paul? Everyone just assumes he's the one to kidnap Suze! Actually, I was going to make him be the one who kidnapped her, but now it's been changed...and it's not what anyone expected. :::Big Grins:::
Anywhos, here we go with Chapter 7:
Paul's POV: (Because I gotta switch things up!)
Throughout the entire ceremony, I kept glancing at Lindsey and Jack. I had figured out by now that Lindsey had gone to Suze, told her how evil I was, and it was clear why Suze had been avoiding me now. Suze froze when she saw I was at her wedding, and then immediately decided to ignore me. So did De Silva- who I could no longer threaten to exorcise, and therefore, never got to give Suze shifter lessons- but I think he was more inclined to wait until we were alone and beat me up.
Eh, what else is new? The ceremony, I'll admit, was nice. Suze was gorgeous (no different from any other day) and the only thing I was bitter about was that it was De Silva up there, marrying her, and Suze was carrying his child. The reception...
Well, lets just say I don't think Suze and De Silva will want to remember the reception much. The power went out after a bit, and when it came back on Suze was gone. Of course, everyone dead (or previously dead) assumed it was me.
I swear, I had no part in kidnapping Suze. I told De Silva as much, and all he did was laugh before slugging me. That hurt- both the punch and the fact that he didn't believe me. "I didn't do it!" I spat at him. "You think, if I'd done it, I'd still be here?"
De Silva took that in. "Fine." He said icily. "But I swear to Dios, if I find out you had any part in this, I will make you pay."
"What else is new?" I wondered aloud.
Suze's POV:
I opened my eyes warily. For the last few hours, I'd heard random voices but all was quiet now. I looked around to see I was lying down outside, obviously no where in Carmel. I doubted I was even in the state anymore. I was on a beach, but it looked nothing like the beach back home. I groaned from being sore all over and struggled to get up.
Ever tried to get out of a hammock? Yeah, my kidnappers put me in a HAMMOCK. It's hard to get out of that, and I ended up flipping over several times before falling to the white sand below me.
"Ow." I muttered, along with several very colorful swear words. Jesse would be pissed if he'd heard me.
"Well, glad to see our princess is awake."
I turned, spitting sand out of my mouth, and saw two toga-clad (I'm not even kidding. TOGAS.) figures standing next to what could easily pass as a fortress. "Who are you guys? And where am I?"
"I am Ron Henlee," The taller figure said, stepping forward. I saw he was about 6'2, with salt-and-pepper hair and dancing blue eyes. He gestured to his female companion, who stood about 5'9 or 5'10, with thick brown hair and...
Sparkling green eyes.
"And this is Lara Henlee, my wife. We are your parents. You are currently in our- your- home, on the island of Maui." Ron continued.
I had begun to sit up in the sand. That quickly went down as I fell backwards and passed out for the second time that day.
I'm soooooooo sorry it's been forever since I last updated, and I know this is WAY short. I'm going to have all my works in progress's finished by August 16th, though, so never fear!