Hey all. I need something to do, other than the piles of homework that are due on Monday that I've procrastinated on all break, so look! Another chapter. Thanks for all your awesome reviews, they always make me smile 

Tory (Pens in Potatoes) had a pretty big contribution to the plotline of this chapter (though my version is slightly altered from her original idea), but lets give a big round of applause for Tory! Applauds

Anyway… here ya go. Enjoy and review.

Chapter Five

Jesse's POV

After Susannah slammed the door in my face, I turned around, flabbergasted. What was with her? I had just tried to help her. I figured she didn't want to be disturbed, so I walked slowly down the staircase, trying to process what I had learned in my conversation with Susannah. Back downstairs, her youngest stepbrother looked at me quizzically, then asked, "Wait… what's your name?"

"Jesse de Silva," I responded, and his eyes were suddenly filled with confusion. "Is something wrong?" I asked, but he shook his head… but not to what I was saying.

"This isn't possible… Jesse de Silva died in 1850…" he muttered.

"…Pardon?" I asked.

"Sorry," he said, remembering my presence. "It's just…there was a man, Jesse de Silva, who was murdered here 150 years ago. Well… do you believe in ghosts?" I considered, and nodded. Anything's possible. "Well, I think that he used to haunt the house—Suze's room, actually."

"Used to?" I asked.

"Yea. About a month ago, all the signs—the chills that I got whenever I went into the room, Max's complete aversion for the room, and the occasional unexplained noises around—just stopped. I should go ask Suze whatever happened to him," he trailed off again.

"Suze? How would she know?" I asked, with one eyebrow raised skeptically. "What, does she talk to ghosts?" His eyebrows went up, and suddenly the sarcasm of my statement melted away, and I felt the blood run from my face. "I've got to go…" I whispered hoarsely, and hurried out of the house and back into my car. I pulled away from the Ackerman house quickly, my thoughts rushing and my head spinning. No, it couldn't be possible.

A few moments later, I was at Paul's house and knocking on his door. He opened it after what felt like centuries, but was really only about a minute. "Jesse," he said, surprised. "To what do I owe this pleasure? Come in, come in." I followed him into his cold, imposing foyer.

"Paul, I have a question," I said.

"Shoot."

"What happened before I got amnesia? How did I know Susannah?" His smile stiffened for a moment, but then he relaxed.

"Suze? Oh, you just lived with her." He paused. "Though lived might not be the best verb choice." Suddenly, just as what happened in the car, my vision blurred, and instead I saw Susannah standing before me, in her room, I suppose, wearing a leather jacket and ripped jeans. She looked mad, but I was filled with a strange mixture of emotions-awe, surprise, shock, attraction, and amusement. 'You're dead,' she said. 'You don't belong here.' Paul's face returned.

"Do you mean to say… that… I was… dead?" I said slowly.

"Yes."

Suddenly, I remembered. Everything. I remembered my life, back in the 1800's, my death, the 150 years of solitude, then the joy and happiness I felt at finding someone who I could talk to again… and the love for Susannah that I felt. I felt, with the pain and intensity of a punch to the stomach, what I had put her through the past month. And I remembered that Paul had lied to both her and me, telling us that I would regain my memory momentarily, and then telling me that he was her boyfriend.

"You son of a bitch!" I snarled, and started towards him, but he stopped me.

"You, Jesse, had your chance. Suze is mine. So you go screw that slut of yours, and leave Suze to the person who deserves her, and doesn't dump her for the class Barbie." he hissed at me. My blood boiled. I pulled back my arm, and slammed my fist into his nose. He swore loudly, and I took the opportunity to get out. I slammed the door behind me, and slid into my car, and peeled out of the driveway, to get back to the house of my love. I only prayed she could forgive me.

A/n: Okay. I hope you liked it… please review, good or bad. Hopefully good. I think there will be one more chapter… I'm not sure when it will come, though.