A/N: Okay I will explain why I've replaced chapter 11 again. The old one sucked. It ruined the whole fic. The point is it sucked. So I changed it to this. Hope this is better. Sorry about the original, all that read it! R&R!
Okay so things did not look good. First off, the fact that Paul found the whole thing hilariously funny helped no-one whatsoever. Plus Jesse hadn't followed us. Taking them both as extremely bad signs I spun back around towards the door of what I could only assume was Hell's Waiting room. The place where all the murderers and pop stars go. Hey, I didn't say it. I heard it on Hell FM which was playing in the reception room.
Now I have nothing against the place, but I could not cope with staying locked in eternity with Maria Carey. So I made my hasty attempts at re-opening the door.
"Uh Suze, aren't you forgetting something?" Paul asked in a silky voice, which held nothing on Jesse's. I faced him in confusion.
"Once you walk through the door-"
"-there's no coming back." He finished with a smirk. I immediately rounded on him, stabbing him with my finger accusingly.
"You did this on purpose." I spat angrily. He chuckled as he ran a hand through my hair.
"Why would I lock us in hell on purpose? Locking Jesse out maybe. But this?" I didn't find his attempts at humour very funny. Instead I kicked him in the shin and turned back towards the door.
"Jesse!" I yelled. Realising that calling him didn't work, I attempted another tactic. Kicking down the door.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Paul asked curiously from behind me.
"Getting the hell out of here." I found it kind of amusing how we both used the word 'hell' when we were standing in its waiting room. I guess it wasn't really that funny.
Paul pulled me back and heaved a sigh.
"Look Suze, that isn't going to work." I ignored him and began to position myself at an angle for maximum impact. Did the whole 'kicking in the door' thing work on metal doors? I'd never really thought about that before. I guess trying is better than nothing.
"Whatever you say Paul." I muttered, as I slammed my foot against the hard surface. Instant pain shot up my leg as my muscles protested fiercely. Obviously not a good idea.
"I told you so." He drawled lazily from behind me. Obviously the fact we were trapped in hell didn't bother him that much. Must feel like home to him.
"Wait a second. You locked Jesse out of here? Why?" I turned around to face him in confusion. He averted my eyes guiltily.
"Mostly because I didn't want him to wreck everything." He explained slowly. I raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
"And what exactly would he be wrecking?" I asked. He turned his cool gaze on me, making my insides turn to ice.
"I told you I was going to marry you. This way is kind of simpler than hoping we'd be stuck in 1850. Once it's done with I'll have them let us out so we can live back in the present, or the future if you really wanted to. It just makes it easier on me to not have Jesse screwing it all up."
I blinked at him for a moment in shock.
"Um, ok. You are now officially the weirdest person I have ever met." I answered him blankly.
He gave me a crooked smile before trying to slip his hands round my waist. I kicked him angrily.
"Come on Suze. We'll be great together. Jesse's dead. Nothing you do can change that."
"Yeah well, screw you Paul." Except I didn't say 'screw' if you know what I mean. Instead I went for another idea.
I grabbed a knife off the nearby reception desk and held it to my throat. I guess hell has its own stationary code. Paul regarded me worriedly.
"Get me out of here NOW, or I swear I'll get blood all over that wedding dress you've ordered." I told him angrily.
He stood there for a moment, looking kind of confused as to what to do, but eventually he let out a sigh.
"No selling of my soul in exchange for you today then." He smiled, as he grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the doorway huffily.
Jesse was waiting outside in the familiar corridor looking extremely worried. He rushed up to us when we got out looking confused.
"Susannah, what happened? How did you get out? I thought you could only go through the doors once."
I kept walking, ignoring the guys behind me. I'd had enough of their plans for one day.
"Ask the son of Satan." I whispered. Now for door number two.