(A/N): Hi again! Ok, obviously this is chapter 2(duh!) and I hope you like it. I wanna give shout outs to DancinSweethart, Teen-Princess, Roomate153, happydrummergal, and jerseygirl. Thank you for reviewing. If anyone else reviewed after I wrote this, I'm sorry I couldn't list your name too but thank you for reviewing. I'm going to try to update this thing regularly but I can't make any promises. I do have a life ya know. But I guess it doesn't matter much cause I can already tell that this is going to start sucking later on. That is if it doesn't suck already. Anyway, hear we go.
Chapter two: Pain
"Jesse!" I said, shocked and at a loss for words. I was well aware that this looked exactly like what it was. But it didn't matter right? I mean, Jesse didn't love me or anything so beyond the whole making-out-with-a-guy-that-previously-tried-to-kill-both-of-us thing he should be alright with it, right? Right? Yeah, he would be totally fine with it.
But then I looked into his eyes and saw the raw pain there. Oh no. Oh no, I couldn't stand to see that pain in my Jesse's eyes. I couldn't look at him, and I knew damn well that he wouldn't want to look at the disgusting thing that was me, so I cast my glance at the floor and promptly stood up off the bed.
"It's not what it looks like," I said, lying through my teeth, "we were just—"but I stopped. I couldn't lie to him. I couldn't lie to the man who had saved my life and stolen my heart. I mean, this was Jesse! For god's sake he would know I was lying anyway. So I just said, "I'm so sorry."
I let a solitary tear fall down my cheek and braved a slight glance in his direction. He was staring at me as if he was just realizing something. And I could tell that it was something he didn't like very much. Suddenly he seemed to snap out of his reverie and glanced over my shoulder. He had a look of murder on his face and the scar through his eyebrow was practically glowing! Then I remembered that Paul was in the room. I could almost see the cocky smirk that he no doubt wore at this very moment. Jesse started toward him, obviously planning to smear that face, along with those lips that had been kissing me passionately just seconds before, all over the floor.
But I couldn't let that happen. Sure Paul was a jerk, and sure, it was partially his fault I was in this predicament, but I had kissed him back. If Jesse was going to hurt Paul, he would have to do the same to me because I couldn't live with the guilt of knowing that I had cheated on Jesse and laid the blame on someone else that wasn't, in fact, entirely at fault.
So, as he was about to walk around me and smash Paul's face in, I jumped in front of him and said, "Don't hurt him."
Jesse looked stunned for a moment, then said with venom in his voice, "So you are defending him Susannah?"
"No! It's not like that. It's just that he wasn't the only one involved and I don't think it would be fair to blame him." I really didn't like the look he gave me when I said that. Like he was considering ripping out my throat along with Paul's.
"Fair, Susannah? Fair?" He was really starting to scare me. "Was it fair to not tell me about Slater being back so that you could come here and be with him in his bed?" I didn't have an answer to that one. I mean of course it wasn't fair not to tell him, but it wasn't like I had planned on Paul coming back to Carmel and I definitely hadn't planned on coming to his house. But he still had a point.
"Jesse," was all I could say and I heard the crack in my voice and the hopeless tone it had. But he turned away from me and strode over to Paul. Paul had a look of both resentment and eagerness on his face, as if he wanted Jesse to beat him into a bloody pulp! There was no way Jesse would lose a fight between the two of them. I mean, for christ sake, Jesse had already broken his nose once, did he want that to happen again? And on top of that, even if he did get in a lucky shot, Jesse would heal in seconds. He had to realize that, so what the hell was he thinking? Don't get me wrong, I wasn't that worried about Paul. But I was very worried about Jesse. Paul was no idiot. If he knew the odds were stacked against him he would run, no matter what the fight is about. If he was staying then it probably meant that he had something up his sleeve. And I bet that something wouldn't be very healthy for my Jesse.
"Slater," Jesse said fiercely, "how dare you touch my querida!" Had he just said I was his querida? No, he couldn't have. How could he say I was his dearest when I had just done this to him? How?
Paul was unfazed. "Well, the way I saw it, your querida was having a nice time before you came along de Silva," he said with an evil grin. It made me shiver just to look at it. And, no, it wasn't a shiver of pleasure this time. In fact, I think shudder would be a more appropriate word for it.
Then, all of a sudden, Jesse totally let lose, sending his fist flying in Paul's direction. But before it could connect, a huge, beefy hand came out of nowhere and caught it, throwing Jesse off balance and knocking him to the ground. I looked at the owner of the hand and saw about three hundred pounds worth of Hell's Angel. Or, should I say, the ghost of about three hundred pounds worth of Hell's Angel. That's right. Biker Bob over there was dead.
"What the hell—"I got out before it clicked. "Minions?! You have ghostly minions Paul?! How the come don't I have any?!" ((Don't get on my case. I know Suze would have never said anything like that but I can't help it. I want her to want minions.))
Paul just looked at me. There was something in that look. I don't know what it was, but it was something heavy. Something I either couldn't or wouldn't put into words. It was almost like he was trying to tell me something... then he lunged toward Jesse and I only had an instant to realize what he was about to do. His words from earlier flashed through my head. "You could have gotten yourself to the Shadowland and back without being exorcized. All you have to do is visualize it, close your eyes, and then you're there."
He was going to go to the Shadowland. And he was going to take Jesse with him! I saw Paul's hands latch on to Jesse, who was still on the floor, then, in slow motion, I watched his body go limp and Jesse dematerialize. Only he wasn't going to rematerialize later behind me, trying to scare me. Because this time I got the sinking feeling that he wouldn't be able to escape...
(A/N): Gasp!! Oh no! JESSE!! I wonder if he'll be okay. Well, I guess I really
don't because I know exactly what's going to happen. But you don't. You can find out though. All you gotta do is review. I'm sorry if this chapter doesn't seem to flow. I was kinda tired when I wrote it and things were just sorta pinging all through my head. Btw, I welcome constructive criticism, but please avoid flames. Thx!