Chapter Three: Start All Over Again

Suze's P.O.V

"What do you want?" I asked him as he approached me. He looked so different, it was weird seeing Jesse in modern day clothes. I mean, I've become so use to seeing him in his 1850 attire that it just looked out of place. But in a good way.

Knock it off Suze.

"What do I want Susannah? I think it's time we had a little chat about-" but someone cut him off. A minute later, the person whom the voice belonged to appeared from behind him.

"Jesse, what are you doing?" she asked. I assumed that this was Catrina. She was almost as tall as Jesse. She had Dirty Blonde banana curls, and was wearing a white collard shirt with the top two buttons undone, and she was wearing these black stretchy pants that clung to her thigh's and flared out on the bottoms.

Me, however, had on jeans with holes in the knees, and a black silk tee. My hair was in a messy pony tail and I had no make up on. Basically, I looked like shit. Yeah, so I wasn't too pleased having to meet this biatch. Jesse then made introductions.

"Catrina, this is Susannah," he said, 'Susannah, Catrina" yep, I was right.

"Nice to meet you." I said, shaking her hand politely.

"Like wise." she said.

"So, I here you're a shifter?" I asked. I was assuming she was seen as Jesse claimed it was her that went back and got his body from 1850.

"Oh, god no, I'm nothing compared to a shifter." She said, laughing like as if I had insulted her in some way.

"Then what exactly are you?" I asked with an annoyed tone in my voice.

"I'm a Time Morpher" she said confidently. "I'm a liaison between the living and the dead. I can also shift through time, and to the shadow land." The description of a shifter exactly.

"Uh, I hate to rain on your parade, but you are a shifter, that is the description of one." I said pointedly.

"But can you travel through time?" she countered.

"Uh, yeah, duh, that's exactly why Rico here went to you. He stole the information out of my note book" I said defensively.

"Yeah uh huh" she said, laughing slightly like I was some big joke to her.

Stupid bitch.

"What ever, we'll save our little chat for another time Jesse," and I went to walk past them but the she opened her mouth to bitch again.

"What makes you think you have the right to address him as Jesse?" she said sounding offended.

"Excuse me?" I turned around and said. She had some gal to question me.

"I don't think you have the right to be calling him Jesse, do you know him on a personal level? No, I think not. You should be addressing him as Mr. De Silva" she said, as if she had a point. Wrong choice of words.

'Actually, I know Jesse here quite well. I believe Jesses tongue has been well acquainted with my tonsils. Also his hands have been well acquainted with my body too. Do you even know his real name? Do you know how he died? Do you know anything about him?' Jesse had this look on his face that was priceless.

"Uh-uh." Was all that came out of her mouth. Haha serves her right.

"See ya Jesse" I turned and left. I totally forgot about him being such a dick, because I had the satisfactory of telling off his probably girl friend.

I then headed to my car, and went to meet Paul at the olive garden. When I got there, there was no sight of Paul any where, so I asked the hostess if there was a reservation under the name Slater. As usual, there was and he was already there. She showed me the way. Paul stood up from his chair, and pulled mine out for me.

Being all gentlemanly. Awww how cute.

"So, how is everything down at the mission?" Paul asked sitting down.

"Just great." I said, fiddling with my napkin. "I met that Catrina girl. She's a Grade A Bitch" I said, putting my napkin in my lap, and taking a sip of my water.

"Blonde, big boobs, and has got a figure?" he asked looking at his menu.

"Yep, everything I don't got."

The minute those words left my mouth I wanted to die, as in stop breathing, meet my maker. Yeah, so, I'm being a little dramatic. Who cares? I still regret saying those words.

"Oh, believe me Suze, you may not have the blonde hair but you've got everything else" he said reassuring me. He then turned a dark shade of red after he realized what he had said. So I thought I'd make him feel better and tell him.

"Don't worry, I feel the same way." he just chuckled at my comment. We soon ordered our meal. I got a chicken Caesar salad, and Paul got a Pasta bowl. We talked about various things through out the meal. Nothing really interesting.

We drove home separately. He got home before me as usual. Once inside the house, I caught a glimpse of my self. I looked as if I had been hit by train. My hair was so messy, and that zit hadn't gone completely away. I whined out loud and Paul apparently heard me. I had thrown my self face down on the couch, the cool leather felt so good against my face.

"What's the matter?" he asked coming around the corner.

"IlooklikeIhavebeenhitbyatrain, andthatstupidzitisstillonmyforhead!" I mumbled into the couch.

He just laughed lightly at what I had said, if he had even comprehended what I had said anyways, seen as I muttered it into the couch talking nine thousand miles per-hour. He came over and kneeled down by the couch next to me. I could feel him stroking a section of my hair. I turned to look at him, when I did I looked straight into his piercing blue eyes.

I could get lost in them. I actually was.

"Now what was that you said?" he asked sweetly.

"I look like I have been hit by a train, and that damn zit is still on my forehead" I said quietly, half my mouth was still smooshed against the couch.

I sighed. That Catrina girl must have thought I was certainly strange. I mean, look at my outfit, hair, the friggen zit.

"Well I think you look beautiful." Paul said.

I lifted my head up slightly to look at him. Did he just say that? Apparently he did, because after about a minute of gazing into each others eyes he leaned over and kissed me. What started out innocently turned into a full on baseball game. If you catch my drift. Which fortunately we had protection.

Four hours later….I had fallen asleep for about twenty minutes. When I woke, I wrapped a blanket around me like a strapless dress. I got up and walked around. Well, limped. I found Paul out in the kitchen reading the paper and noticed he had put his boxers on.

"Hey," I said, limping over to him, resting my head on his arm, which he then turned and leaned against the counter. He put his hands around my waist and pulled me in close to him, and put his chin on my shoulder.

"I ordered some pizza, you like pepperoni right?" he asked, still resting his chin on my shoulder. I closed my eyes. For once in my life, I felt complete. I knew that he loved me, and I loved him. I may not have seen it at first, but I realized then that I truly did love him.

Was Paul my true love that Madam Zara had been talking about all along?

"Hey, I got to make a phone call quick, and get some P.J's on" I said pulling away from him. He sighed, as I grabbed the cordless phone from the cradle, and headed upstairs to my room. Once inside, I threw on my black, comfy shorts that said stop staring across the back of them, and a black tank top that said the same thing.

I then picked up the phone, and called Cee Cee. It rang, and rang, and then-

"Hey Suze." she said into the phone.

"How did you know it was me?" I asked curiously. I mean, I was on Paul's phone.

"I have caller ID, and why would Paul be calling me?" she said pointedly.

"Good Point." I said, limping over to my bed, and turning it down for tonight.

"So, what's up?" she asked.

"Nothing much waiting for pizza to get here." I paused a moment and then spilt, "Jesse's alive" I said it casually.

"WHAT!" she shrieked into the phone.

"Cee, I have ears you know." I said, wincing from it.

"Sorry, it's just, I'm shocked that's all. How did he become alive anyways?" She asked.

"He had some other girl shifter do it. She's a Grade A Bitch if you ask me," I said, fluffing my pillows. I turned on the light beside my bed.

"I want to see her for myself, not that I don't believe you and everything, I just want to see if she's putting on an act or not." She said, reassuringly. Good thing she backed that answer up.

I laid down on my bed, and stared at the ceiling. Me and CeeCee talked for a while. Then I had to go cause I heard the door bell ring, which meant pizza was here.

Paul had just shut the door when I came down the spiral stair case. And saw that he had the large pizza box in his hand. I made my way into the kitchen where Paul was getting the box open, and I took the liberty of getting the paper plates, napkins, and sodas.

"Want to watch Sex and the city? Season one." I asked, while taking a bite of my pizza, flipping through the TV guide on the screen. Paul was out in the kitchen getting some cheese.

"Sure." he yelled from the kitchen, and returned with the parmesan grated cheese.

"Isn't there enough cheese on there as it is?" I asked, while clicking play on the remote. About twenty minutes later, we were in a fit of giggles. This show was actually really funny if you think about it.

That's when It happened. I herd a clap of thunder, and a flash of lighting and the lights went out. Which caused me to jump up, and go over to Paul, which I sat on his lap and pulled a blanket over us. I have to admit, out of all the things that scare me, thunderstorms are what scare me the most. Paul and I cuddled there for a while, and soon we were both asleep.

I went to roll over, thinking I was in my bed, which I wasn't, I was still huddled against Paul. And landed face first onto the hard wood floor. I muffled into the wood.

"OW." I sat up blinking. God it was bright. The sun was shining brightly threw the windows. Good, Paul's still asleep. I think I'll use this time to take a shower and look a hell of a lot better than I did yesterday incase of any encounters with Bitch-Face, and Rico Suave.

I took off to the bath room, took a shower, and did my hair so it was straight until last of it which was some soft wavy curls and a little of it pulled back. I did my make up perfectly. Then I put on my strapless, padded push up bra (not that I needed it I just felt more confident).

I had on a pretty white spaghetti strap tank top, which I had on a white collard shirt (not buttoned up over it), and a jean skirt that had that layer effect at the bottom of it. And Some white platform sandals, that had a rope material around the whole shoe except for where my foot was and the sole of it.

The straps were white though, and in all honesty, with out being conceded, yes, I looked good. I also put on my necklace that had a small silver chain with one single diamond on it, and a pair of diamond earrings.

I emerged from my room to see Paul coming out of the bathroom with a towel held loosely around his waist. God he was so hott.

"Hey, you're dressed up today. What's the occasion?" he said, coming over, and giving me a kiss.

"Nothing special. Well, sort of. You should wear your black collared shirt, and beige khakis today" I said suggestively.

"Sure, why not." he said, then giving me one last kiss before he went to get dressed. I meanwhile went downstairs and got something to eat, and called up father Dom.

"Hey Father D I said. I called his cell phone. Yes, the man does have a cell phone.

"Hello, Susannah, how are you today?" he asked.

"Very well, thank you." I hesitated. Would it be ok if I brought him along? "Uh, listen, is it okay if Paul and I come by to discuss some shifter stuff with you? See what's new for the ghostly stuff?" I asked.

"Yes, as a matter of fact that will work out great. Jesse and Catrina will be here also. Just you and Jesse keep your distance. See you soon" he said, and hung up not even giving me a chance to answer.

Damn.

Oh well, I looked good. And then I saw him. Paul that is. He looked so good today. Oh yeah. Uh huh. This Catrina bitch is going down.

"Why don't you eat something, and we'll go down to the mission and have a chat with Father D." I said. Hopefully he'd say yes.

"Yeah, sure. Just let me get an apple or something, and we'll go." he said, heading over to the fruit bowl.

About an hour later we arrived at the mission and we got to father Dom's office with out being interrogated by sister Ernestine. Which I was thankful for.

I knocked on the door, and heard him yell for us to come in. I opened the door and saw that Jesse, and Catrina were already there, in two of the four chairs in front of his desk. I sat in the one furthest from Jesse and glanced at the wall where Jesse slammed me into.

There were two very large dents in the wall, where apparently his fists holding me at my waist broke the sheet rock when he slammed me into the wall.

"What happened to the wall?" Paul asked, as he came in and shut the door behind him.

"NOTHING!" I said, quickly followed by Jesse saying, "Susannah and I had a slight altercation here yesterday." And he said that with absolute casualness. How wrong!

"Jesse, SHUT IT." I said, sounding annoyed.

"Alright, lets settle down now," Father Dom said. "Okay, last week there was a Multi-victim car accident where 8 teenagers were killed. All but two from RLS, and the other two from Sacred Heart."

"Whoa." I said, thinking out loud.

"These ghosts have been causing some problems around here since I tried to mediate them. Just things breaking, and going missing. Nothing too big."

Apparently father Dom spoke to soon.

At that moment three of the eight ghosts appeared. Or so I thought, till I felt the cool blade of a knife against my throat.

Father Dom, Paul, Jesse, and, much to my shock, Catrina visibly paled.

Oh SHIT.