Chapter Seven: Reunion…Sort of…

Suze P.O.V.

I'm hungry. Why won't that old man bring me food? Maybe he forgot me too. Or maybe Paul went mad and killed him. Oh man, I swear when I find Paul, I'll kill him for not giving me food…and for kidnapping me too of course.

I swear there's a dancing cheeseburger in front of me.

Hmmm…I wonder if I can eat the carpet…eeewwww! No way would I do that! God I'm gagging just thinking about that. I mean, Paul stepped on this carpet.

The house is way too quiet. I swear there's no one here but ghosts opening doors…no pun intended, the door really is opening…Not that I'm afraid of ghosts. That would be kinda weird.

Whatever, the door was slowly opening (a/n: she thinks real fast or the door opener is real slow). Anxiously, I leaned forward as far as I could thanks to these damn shackles to see who it was.

Finally the door opened all of the way…

And no one was there.

Jesse P.O.V.

I opened the door slowly. I didn't want to scare Susannah if she was asleep or anything? (ever the gentleman is he) At last, I had the door open and walked through.

Except that I didn't. Get through. There was some kind of shield or something over the door, I don't think Susannah could even see me, for lack of trying I think not. It was that…that devils fault. He is so…so…so

He's so evil, I would guess to be the only way to describe him. Honestly, I wouldn't expect him to pop up behind me right now and rub it in that I can't get in.

"Having troubles Rico Suave?" came a distorted voice from behind me.

"Nombre de Dios. This can't get any worse can it?" I turned around to face my enemy, only to see his face wrapped up in so much gauze and bandages, he looked like one of those old, dead, Egyptian people, the mummies I believe. "How can you even speak with all of that around your face?" I questioned. I swear if I wasn't so angry, I would be laughing.

"This is your completely fault! If you hadn't been here, Suze would be mine!" Paul cried, his eyes blazing.

"Listen Slater, I'm sorry. I couldn't control fate or destiny or whatever, but that's why I am still here. I waited a hundred and fifty years for her, whether that's the reason or not, that is what I'm going to believe. True, I can't meet her family, or take her out like you could, but that's not what matters. I love her, I truly love her where as you are just infatuated with her." I paused. "Really Slater, I'm sorry."

He just looked at me for a while, before he started to smirk.

"Ha ha! You think that is going to stop me? I think you are the one infatuated with her! You don't even know if she feels the same way. Tell me, in all the time she has been missing, did she call you once? Did she? No, I don't think so, because if she had, you would've been here sooner." His smirk widened. "So you can take that little spiel you just gave me and shove it."

Nice guy. But he had a point. Why didn't she call me?

Suze P.O.V.

a/n: okay, don't remember if I put this in but the same barrier Jesse is being blocked out by keeps Suze from calling him too…so on with the story now!

Great. I can hear Paul outside the room. It sounds like he's talking to someone too. For a minute I sat there listening to the voices outside, trying to figure out who the second voice was.

In all honesty, it didn't take me too long.

"Jesse!" I called out real loud. I could see Paul's head snap towards me. I could not, however, see Jesse at all, Paul must really have a tight security system on his bedroom.

If Jesse called back to me, I didn't hear him, probably because Paul was yelling at him at that exact moment.

"Paul! I swear I'm gonna kill you! Let me go right now! I don't want to be here with you! Let me go!" Maybe if I screamed loud enough someone next door would hear me and call the cops or the swat team or something that could easily save me and take down Paul at the same time.

Paul chuckled a bit. "Sorry Suze, I'm a little busy right now. I'll be with you as soon as I can!" He told me as he swung the door shut.

"Paul! Open the damn door now! That's not fair! Let me see Jesse! Please Paul!" I was frantic. What if he did something to Jesse? There wasn't anything I could do to help him, to save him this time.

I, who have never been one to be a crybaby, broke down there, prematurely mourning the loss of Jesse.

Whoo! Im sooooooooooooooooooooo incredibly sorry! i had a fricken serious case of writers block. But dont worry! Chapter eight is almost done too!
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