I stared out across the blood red sunset contently. Jesse's apartment had an even more beautiful view than my own. I had managed to convince him to let me stay a little later tonight. Anything to keep my mind off the Father D situation was welcome. He only caved in after I promised to help him look through the brochures for our honeymoon. And yeah -I guess that all things considered- we really should make sure we were in a financial position to have a wedding in the first place. But looking couldn't hurt right?

"I don't understand this." Jesse told me sounding kind of annoyed. I tore my eyes from the beautiful scenery to throw him an amused glance. He gestured down at the glossy magazine on the floor in front of him.

"What does '5 stars' mean?" he asked sounding confused. I laughed a little before going to kneel beside him.

"It means outrageously expensive and that the reviewer has been bribed." I told him with a grin. He shook his head a little obviously not believing me. I laughed as I took the magazine from him and flipped through.

"You know, you really don't need to bother with all this. I'm fine with just staying in Carmel." I told him, feeling my eyes bug out as I read some of the costs. What is it with hotel owners ripping off newlyweds?

"Which is exactly why I'm not going to listen to you." He told me, starting to flick through another booklet. I on the other hand stopped.

"Jesse, I'm serious."

"So am I." he insisted, still not looking up. I rolled my eyes at him, and pulled myself over to sit beside him.

He glanced up at me, as I started mouthing 'OH MY GOD' about one hotel room which was four thousand dollars a night. It was like one of those bed rooms that you see on Cribs. You know the kind. With the freakishly large TV and totally pointless pool table. I mean, why the hell would a couple on honeymoon want a pool table? I mean, wouldn't they be way too busy….playing chess and stuff.

But the point is that you might as well BUY the pool table for that price. I was about to mention this to Jesse when he told me in his firmest voice:

"I did not wait three years to be allowed to marry you, to do it half way."

"But Jesse………." I began, about to point out the thing about the pool table.

"But nothing. You deserve this Querida." He continued stubbornly. I rolled my eyes again.

"You are so annoying when you get like this. You know that?" I asked shaking my head in annoyance. My bangs fluttered in front of my eyes, and Jesse pushed them back gently and cupped my face in his hand. I smiled.

"Yes." Was all he said however before he brought his lips to mine. And then devastating bliss as he kissed me. The brochures lay forgotten on the carpet as I lay down. I felt his weight press against me, as he deepened our kiss. I could feel his hands begin to explore the waist-band of my jeans………………….

…………until the brick smashed through Jesses' window.

Well let's just say that that kind of thing puts a bit of a dampener on the mood. Especially when the brick in question has a note wrapped around it. Addressed to me. Why is it always me that gets the threatening letters?

"Susannah are you ok?" Jesse asked worriedly as I brushed off some of the smaller shards of glass that had somehow gotten attached to my sweater. After removing the worst of the damage I returned my attention to the letter.

"Yeah I'm fine. It's my sweater that should get the sympathy. " I told him as I strode over to the brick and unravelled the message. I wasn't scared. Just a bit shaken. It was just a note right?

"How did they manage to throw it all the way up here?" I asked as Jesse went to inspect the damage.

"I have no idea Querida. What does the note say?"

"I'm just about to find out." I replied shakily, as I looked down at the torn piece of parchment in my hand.

"It says:

He was the first. If you wish to keep him alive you must return the amulet. If the amulet is not returned by the next full moon then he will die. Then we will turn our attention to the other Mediators.

X

Cheery huh? And what's with the ever terrifying 'X'?"

Where-as I thought the note was funny, Jesse well…….didn't. He actually looked kind of scared. Which for him is pretty rare. He only ever really gets scared when someone threatens my life. Weird huh?

"Susannah, we must return to the hospital immediately." He told me carefully. I had the feeling he knew something I didn't.

"What? What is it Jesse?" I asked confused. He grabbed my arm and began to guide me towards the nearby door.

"Think Susannah. The note is addressed to you. And it mentions someone who has been named on their death list."

"And?" I asked. I swear I never get anything. I'm like the stupidest mediator ever.

"Who is it that you know that has just been injured in a serious 'car accident' recently?" he said through gritted teeth. I froze.

"Father D?" I choked feeling sick. He grabbed my coat and threw it at me to catch, before pushing me out of the door and locking it behind him.

"Yes Susannah. And now they know about you as well."

He began walking away as I grabbed his arm and forced him to stop. He met my gaze with blazing eyes as I asked him my next question.

"And who are 'they'?" I asked softly.

"I'll explain as we drive." He told me as he began tugging at my arm again.

"Drive where?"

"The hospital."

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