Disclaimer : Once again, the great and wonderful Meg Cabot owns everything! Well, almost. The plot line is my friend and my idea and the characters of Anne and Adriaan are ours as well.
You guys are SO awesome! Do I really need to tell you that tho? You know you're awesome. Don't you? Well, anyway, you are! Alright, enough of my ranting and raving, on to Chapter 13!
Jesse's POV:I had gone to talk to Father Dominic and he had been just as interested in what happened to me as Susannah's father was. I groaned slightly. My head still hurt a little....you know....from just coming back to life and all. Father Dominic had told me to just go home and lie down. To which, of course, I replied, "What home?" That had made him pause and he became deep in thought. He told me that I could of course stay at the rectory, but then I thought once more and said that probably wouldn't be too good of an idea. I had told him I'd figure out something and walked out. Now here I was....standing against a building....thinking about where I could go....my day getting exceedingly worse as time went on. Being alive was harder than it looked after a hundred and fifty years. I shook my head and pursed my lips, deep in thought.
Suddenly, I heard the scuffing of feet and looked over. "Slater." I growled, staring at him with such an angry intensity that even he paused and backed up for a second before continuing his advance towards me.
"de Silva." He said, almost nonchalantly. This irritated me. How could he be so calm, when he seemed to know that I wanted to rip his throat out? I knew he had taken my Susannah and I wanted to know what had happened.
He walked towards me and stood beside me, grinning arrogantly. "So, de Silva, what's been happening with you lately? See you got yourself back to life....wow, how'd you manage that? Been hanging around with some other femal mediators lately....giving them the slip. In a matter of speaking, of course." He smirked at me.
"If you would be so kind as too not talk to me like we were old friends, Slater. I'd greatly appreciate it." I was trying to keep my voice calm, but my blood seemed to be boiling and I was seething with hatred for him. Nombre de Dios! He's the guy that tired to kill my querida and stole her from me and Dios only knows what else he's done to her! Who would not be more than a little angry with Slater.
"And why would I do that?" He spat. "Anything that brings you happiness needs to be squashed, quickly. Speaking of that, I wonder how Suze is doing right now." He smirked at me with a know-it-all arrogance that caused my anger to surface quickly and before I knew it, I had lunged for him feeling as though I would rip him to shreds.
I grabbed Paul hard by the neck and sent him flying into a nearby wall.
"Sht de Silva! What the heck is wrong with you? Does it irritate you to hear the truth? Does it upset you to know that I was the last one to see your precious Susannah?"
I stopped; listening to this.....this....no words could describe him, talk about my Susannah, my blood boiling.
Paul must have known that he hit a nerve, because he continued. "Does it worry you to think that Suze was in a room....alone....with me?" He grinned savagely, arrogantly. "Let me tell you, de Silva," He spat. "She is VERY good."
I couldn't listen to him anymore. My rage was such that I couldn't think; I could only rip Paul, limb from limb.
He stood up and readied himself as I tackled him to the ground. He was no challenge. I knew that I could beat him. He was just an insolent evil....thing....that I had to break in half. My conscious had no bearing over me at this time. This was more than conscious, more than blood, more than anything, because this was my Susannah that he was talking about....and that out ruled everything.
Before I knew what was happening, I had pinned Paul to the ground, my fists my only weapon, but they were doing the trick. Paul's nose was already bloody due to the fact that I had broken it just moments before....again. However, my conscious seemed to be coming back to me in full force because I stood up, flexing my muscles, ready if he decided to come at me again. He stood up.
"de Silva, you're going to have to do better than that." Paul sneered, throwing his blood stained jacket to the ground and wiping away some blood that had worked its way to his mouth.
By this time a gang of guys were coming down the street to watch the fight, intent on seeing the match.
Paul smirked arrogantly at the sight of the guys. "Now you're going to get your as kicked, de Silva." He spat, now openly smiling wickedly.
"You are scum and I do not wish to have your death on my conscious. I'm not going to fight you anymore Paul. You're not worth it." I growled, turning to leave.
"Oh really, de Silva? That's not what your sweet little Susannah said."
I heard the arrogant smile that must have been plastered on his face....in his voice. My hands curled to my sides....I was not going to give in to Paul's want for a royal....well you know....kicking. I continued walking.
"Did you hear me de Silva? You freaking cowboy wannabe!" He yelled out.
You could have heard a pin drop, the place was so quiet. I began to turn around when I felt Paul rush me. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled my arm upward but my anger was so intense that I didn't feel the pain.
I twisted the arm that held mine and body slammed Paul into the concrete. I heard bones breaking, but I did not care. I wanted to cause him pain.
I kicked him in the side....hard and then stopped myself. Already my conscious was coming back to me. I groaned in frustration and turned around and began walking back toward the corner of the alley. As I walked off, I heard the commotion behind me as the boys ran back to their houses....some afraid and some merely disappointed that the fight was over. But it would never be over....never.
Well, another chapter finished and you know, you guys have been so great that I decided I'd do things a little differently this time! So here goes nothing:
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And now I will answer some "most asked" questions:
How will Jesse be able to see Susannah? - That's an easy question to answer actually. Two words....he won't.
How Jesse was able to see Susannah's father after he changed and came back to life? - Also easy question to answer. You see, when Susannah unintentionally brought Jesse back to life, she transferred some of her mediator powers into him, enabling him to see ghosts while alive, just like her.
Is Paul worried about Suze? - Not really, he knows she's still alive. At least, he thinks she is. :)