(A/N): Ok, chapter 4 is here! Sorry about the crappy title. Didn't feel like coming up with a better one. Just as a refresher in case you don't feel like going back to the last chapter to see what's going on (unless you never read it in the first place. In which case, GO BACK), Suze and Paul were making out in his room when Jesse showed up and got in a fight with Paul. Paul shifted and took Jesse up to the Shadowland. Suze soon followed when Biker Bob, Paul's minion, knocked Suze out. Once she was in the Shadowland she quickly broke up the fight between Paul and Jesse. After talking for a few minutes, they all realized that instead of knocking Suze unconscious, Biker Bob had killed her. Damn ghosts! Btw, sorry purplesox, I think I accidentally excluded you from my last thank you list. Thanks for reviewing for chapter two!

SweetestReject: Yes, I'm afraid to say, she can. I, nor anyone else (mostly) wants to admit it, but Suze is still human. Therefore, she can die. I don't like it, but it's true. lets tear slide down her face Damn reality!

Jessieness: lol yeah, that's kinda where I was going with the whole thing. Thanks for ruining it! J/k

SwEeT-sHoRtEy/Jasmine/Mimi: Sorry, but she's gotta die. But she's not gonna DIE die. She's gonna hafta be a ghost or something obviously. Yeah, I did mean, "Oh god, no." Sorry bout that. I'll fix it. As for the Biker Bob thing, he was just trying to stop her so he could tie her up or something for Paul. Sorry, I had a part in there that explained that but I must have accidentally deleted it or something. Oops! And I will try to make them a lot longer. Just off to a rocky start I guess. It'll get better!

Reesespeices88: Yes, I'm saddened to say, Suze is really dead.

Suzanne: Thanks! um... that's it... just thanks. Wait! Thanks A LOT! Ha! Much better! , But really, I do appreciate it! Wait! Why are you so mad?? What'd I say??? has no idea that she just said something really stupid...

Alenor: Yeah, you're right. Killing Suze off would be kinda stupid and my story wouldn't be able to go anywhere. Unless I put the rest of in Jesse's or Paul's POV. But that would suck. So no, I'm not killing her off. I'm just killing her!

Chapter four: Oh, shit! I was killed by a dead biker!!! 0o

As I said this, Jesse visibly paled.

"W-what d-do you m-me-mean Querida?" He asked in a trembling voice. His eyes were incredibly wide and I saw a slight tremor in his chin. God, he was scared. No, terrified! I had never seen him like this in my life! The sight made me want to just say, "Psych!" and wrap my arms around him, telling him that it was okay and that I would never say anything so stupid again. But I couldn't.

I was about to say something that would pass for comforting when I heard a small sound over to my left. I looked over and saw Paul, shaking all over. His eyes were as wide as Jesse's, if not wider. And not only was his chin trembling, his knees where about to give out. I quickly walked over to him and caught him just as he collapsed. I gently eased him to the floor and looked back at Jesse. If he noticed that I was holding his worst enemy, he didn't let it show. He was staring off into nothing.

"Jesse," I said gently. "Jesse, are you alright?"

He didn't stir.

I shook my head and once again turned back to Paul. He was staring off much in the same manner as Jesse. Jeez! What was wrong with them? So I was dead, no big deal! It wasn't like I had expected to live to a ripe old age.

Then it dawned on me. I was dead. Really dead. Not ghost dead. Dead! ME! Oh god I felt sick. For a moment I was scared I would puke all over Paul. But then I realized that I wouldn't. And I never would again. Throw up I mean.

Because I was dead. Dead. Dead. Dead! Dead!!! The word felt strange. Maybe it was because I was referring to myself.

I was jerked out of my thoughts by something being wrapped around me. My eyes refocused and I saw that it was Paul. He was hugging me as if for dear life. But it wasn't his own life he was hanging on for. It was mine.

"You're not dead. You're not!" He whispered into my bosom with his still naked chest pressed to my stomach. "You can't be! No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" With every word his voice grew until he was almost screaming.

I felt something wet on my chest and realized that he was crying! Paul Slater, the Spawn of Hell, was crying! Because I was dead no less! Me! Someone who hates him more than anyone else in the world! And he was crying. Mourning my death as I held him in my arms. How strange. Wasn't it supposed to be Jesse crying over me?

The thought drew my gaze in his direction. His face was blank as he watched us. He didn't say anything, just looked on in what looked like idle fascination. That made me mad. He was supposed to be heartbroken over this! Not treating it like I was just a bug that had died! It was me! His "querida"!

Suddenly I was crying too. Not big, dramatic, gasping sobs. Just a lot of tears falling silently down my face as I looked at the man I loved. He didn't care. He didn't care that I was dead.

God, in that one moment I wanted to hurt him. I had never been this angry and sad in my life! I was dead! And I was clinging to the guy whom I hated most instead of the one I loved. And it was his fault. It really, really was. He could have come over and comforted me. Just given me a hug or something. Or even, god forbid, shed a few tears! But he was just standing there!

Therefore, it was also his fault what happened next. I looked down at Paul, who still had his face buried in my chest. I grabbed his chin and forced his face up to mine and kissed him hard and fast. It was over in an instant, but it left all three of us shocked.

"S-Suze..." Paul started, but didn't finish because Jesse was on top of him again, punching him in the face.

Oh, hell no! I ran over to them and this time had to drag Jesse off of Paul. That was something I had never expected to do. Ever. Not because I didn't think Jesse could beat the crap out of Paul, but just because I would be too busy fixing the popcorn to be bothered.

"What the hell is your problem?" I asked him after I got him standing and facing me.

"What is my problem Susannah? You just kissed the man who tried to kill you not too long ago! Or did you forget?"

"No, I didn't forget Jesse. I was thanking him for chrissake! Because he cares! He cares that I just died! Why don't you care Jesse? Huh? Why the hell are you so dispassionate about the fact that the girl you kissed not too long ago—the girl who's life you have saved multiple times—is now dead? Why?"

He just stood there for a minute, looking at me like I was crazy.

"I do care Querida. I—"

"Don't call me that! Don't ever call me that again! I'm not your dearest. I'm not your anything!" I was well aware that I was being totally irrational but it was like I couldn't stop. He had hurt me so it was within my rights to hurt him back.

Jesse looked like I had slapped him. "W-what do you mean?"

"You heard me! If you don't get it then you really are an idiot!"

That pain. It was in his eyes again. But it wasn't just pain this time. Tears were there too. Jesse was crying. Because of me. And I liked it. God I loved it! What the hell was wrong with me?

I was about to continue on with my pain-inflicting words when something latched onto my waist and dragged me to the floor. But when I looked up, it wasn't the floor of the long hallway. I was on Paul's bedroom floor!

"What the—"I muttered.

"Are you okay?" I heard the voice of Paul ask.

"How did we get back here?" I asked turning to him. He was in the same place he had been when he shifted.

"I brought us back"

"What? How? I was dead. I was supposed to move on up there."

He shook his head. "No. I won't give you up that easily Suze. I'll bring you back. You won't die."

"Too late. I'm dead Paul. I'm not supposed to go back. Not ever." But wouldn't that mean Jesse wasn't supposed to either. I pushed the thought aside and looked around for him. Jesse I mean.

But he wasn't there. Or if he was he had already left...

"Paul," I said, "where's Jesse?"

He looked uncomfortable for a moment then answered, "I didn't bring him."

"What?!"

"I'm sorry! But I can only bring one back at a time!"

"Well then get your shifter ass back up there and get him NOW!!!"

"Okay! Yeesh! Be right back." Then his body went limp again and I was left alone with my thoughts.

Now what am I supposed to do? I thought. I couldn't be here when Jesse got back. Now that I had regained my senses I knew that I had been way too harsh. Jesse hadn't deserved to be yelled at or anything.

Then an idea struck me like a blow to the head. Only it was a good blow. If there is such a thing.

I would go see Father Dominic and see what he thought of all this. He would know exactly what to do. Plus I couldn't wait to see his reaction to my being dead.

Father D, I thought, here I come!

(A/N): Well, this one was a little longer at least. So, what do you think of the developments? Don't you think Suze is taking this really well? And do you think Paul will actually bring Jesse back? Personally I don't think so, but who knows? Anyway, review please!