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Ok, to start, I'm insanely sorry for the short chapters! I wanted to post SOMETHING so that I didn't loose anyone, although I'm sure I have...I don't know. Anyways, here it is, chapter three of Satan's Betrothed:
"Not quite, Rico."
I spun around at these words to see Paul standing there, unfortunately looking REALLY good in a black polo shirt and jeans that were tight in all the right places. The kind of jeans I'd get Jesse.
"Whatever, Paul. Jesse, let's go." I grabbed Jesse's hand, and started to drag him off towards the Mission.
"Now, Suze, is that anyway to talk to your fiance?" Paul called out, making strides to catch us.
I dropped Jesse's hand and turned around again to face Paul. "Let me make one thing clear, Paul." I said in a low growl-like voice. "You and I will NEVER be married. I'm going to find a way to escape this. And if there's no legal way, I'll go the spiritual way."
"Susannah?" Jesse questioned. "What exactly do you mean?"
"Suze, you wouldn't dare." Paul said, thinking I was bluffing.
"Try me." I said menacingly. "I'm not afraid to meet my maker." I stalked off towards the Mission again, only to hear Paul mumble something- and then several yelps (manly yelps, not little girl yelps) behind me. "What now?" I asked exasperatedly, turning around.
Jesse had tackled Paul, and now held him to the ground in a death grip. "Take it back, you pinche!"
"Oh, Jesus!" I yelled, and then attempted to pull Jesse off of Paul. "Jesse, you don't always have to fight him!" Not that I'm not grateful and all, but still!
"Susannah, you don't understand!" Jesse exploded, but getting up off Paul, who wasn't badly hurt.
"Jesse, I don't want to understand!" I said pleadingly, because Jesse tried to tackle Paul again. "Just stop fighting!"
Jesse resigned himself to being silent- since he couldn't dematerialize anymore- while I dealt with Paul. "Now, what the bloody hell did you do to provoke him?"
"Not a thing."
Jesse snorted but remained silent. "Paul, I wasn't born yesterday. What the bloody hell did you say?"
"Suze, I didn't say anything that wasn't completely honest." Paul said, this fake sincere look in his eyes.
"Paul...."
"Oh alright." Paul sighed and reached for my hand as he continued with, "I said you were fiesty, and that's what I liked about you."
Jesse snorted again, before breaking his silence with, "Only he wasn't quite as polite as that, Susannah."
I glared at Paul, but didn't say anything. The three of us- since Paul decided he didn't want to leave- just started walking to the Mission.
Paul's POV:
I saw the cowboy sneak out of Suze's window, and about ten minutes later, Suze was following him down the street. I followed, even though I was supposed to go straight home from dinner with my future in-laws, mostly because I knew it would piss De Silva off to no end to know I was already engaged to Suze. I also followed because he seemed to be lacking in the spectral glow department.
"So, to the Mission, Querida?" De Silva asked Suze. That's when I broke in.
"Not quite, Rico." Suze looked pissed as she faced me. "Whatever, Paul. Jesse, let's go." She tried to just leave, and I stopped her by reminding her of our engagement.
Then Suze threatened to avoid it with suicide. That hurt a bit, the fact that she would rather kill herself than marry and sleep with me. I'd wear her down though. I usually do.
Suze stomped off, and I muttered, "Hope that fire carries to the bedroom." De Silva heard and apparently thought this wasn't a gentlemanly thing to say about my future wife, so he proceeded to beat the crap out of me.
Now, walking along the sidewalks with Suze between Rico and me, I thought back to the night before. My attorney had just informed me that I was betrothed. At first, he didn't say the name, so I was slightly freaked. The whole I-hope-I-didn't-already-date-her-and-break-her-heart thing.
But then he said, "To one Ms. Susannah Simon. I believe you two are already acquainted?"
Man, I just about jumped out of my skin then. This is further proof that Suze and that cowboy aren't meant to be! Suze broke the silence about a block away from the Mission.
"How long have you known about this little deal?" Suze asked. Probably wanted to beat me if I knew about it since we first met.
"Just found out last night." I said. No point in telling her otherwise, it would only get me slapped. Considering I was already bleeding through my nose fairly hard, I decided against this.
Suze still looked pissed. "Why can't you get more excited?" I asked, forgetting for a minute who else was present.
"What is your malfunction?" She asked me, moving closer to De Silva.
"Well, if you have to be forced into marriage, isn't it better that you already know the guy?" I said. Then I grinned evily. "And we know you have some feelings for me, as previous encounters have shown."
Suze just scowled as we walked around to the rectory doors and started to look for Father Dom. We found him pretty quickly, and went to sit in the rectory's office.
Suze and Jesse started going on about how they'd been arguing (I inwardly relished this.) and then Jesse just became alive. I didn't pay attention to most of it, until I heard Father Dom say my name. "Huh?"
Suze looked annoyed. "He asked you if you know anything about how or why Jesse became alive again." She said, rolling her eyes.
I shrugged. "There's an Egyptian thing ritual, but it's complicated, and can only happen on a full moon. Other than that, I have no clue."
"Alright." Father Dom sighed. "Jesse and I shall look into it, while you two get going." He motioned to Suze and I. Suze started to gripe, but Father Dom held up a hand. "Now, now, Susannah, surely you don't wish to walk home in the dark alone? I can't very well leave to drive you, either, if we're to figure this out."
So reluctantly, Suze walked to her house with me. My car was still there, so she was pretty much stuck with me as company. She did her best not to talk on the way home, but I broke her silence when I asked, "So, where do you want to honeymoon?"
"No where, because you and I aren't having one!" She hissed, speeding up to get home faster.
"So, Bahamas or Paris? You strike me as a Paris girl." I said, pretending like she hadn't spoken. "Course, the Bahamas offers the beach...Suze, in a bikini..." I closed my eyes and pictured it.
"Paris!" Suze said frantically, and slapping me so I would stop picturing her in a bikini. Yeah. Like that's gonna happen.
"If you insist." I said, knowing I'd just committed her to a honeymoon spot.
And I couldn't wait to get her home to tell her mother about it!