Okay, now I know this is cancelling out my own assurance on the last chapter, but if you haven't read it, I'm going to have to ask you to. It has relevance in this chapter. Yet, this is still the first chapter that really has my plot going. I ask of you readers to hang on: Jesse might be coming into this fic later than I expected. But he WILL be coming… don't judge this ff by it's first three chapters, okay? For now: Enjoy.

∞ Isa ∞

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Needless to say, the ride to the fish and chip store was a long, painful one. Paul refused to speak to me after running out of threats and curses to yell at me; that seemed to be the only bonus. You can't get Paul quiet easily; Almost driving off with him wouldn't work forever. So I was glad for the silence. Living with Paul… sheesh.

Would it be cliché if I said that at this fish and chip store we were approaching, my life would change forever? Yes? Ok. So I won't say it then.

It started normally. Despite his annoyance with me, Paul held my hand. We always did that. It was funny to see what people thought of it; everyone was convinced that we were a couple. Paul and I were too lazy to contradict them.

Kelly Prescott glared at us when we entered. Paul and Kelly had dated for a while but then Paul dumped her, and according to Kelly after that, no one dumps Kelly Prescott. Well, no one until Paul, I guess, who had replied with a sleek: "I just did." Which got me, standing beside him at the time, cracking up.

Okay, so Kelly and her friends were pissed at us... Your point? Paul and I ignored them and continued to approach the counter, where an 18-year-old employee was checking Debbie Mancaso, who was sitting next to Kelly, out with eager eyes.

I pushed him back into reality with a flick in front of his face. He pried his eyes away from Debbie and looked at me, his hazel eyes still had that flirting glint in them. Paul almost lost it when he looked me up and down and a smirk came upon thin pink lips.

"Hello Miss. What would you like to order?" Flirt. I saw it coming, I, however, was not one to burst people's bubbles – unless with a fist. And I had no intention of punching him up; all I wanted was fish and chips before Paul did the honors himself.

My voice was almost emotionless. "The usual." Paul's face changed from a lethal glare to the employee to his trademark smirk. Another employee, a quite funny black man named Roger came to the counter and ruffled the kid's hair.

"Ah, go easy on him, Simon. He's a newie in town, doesn't know about your infamous rep." Roger suggested to the employee the properties; I shook my head, grinning at Roger. Almost everyone – Kelly Prescott and her team despises him – liked Roger, he was one of Paul and my best friends.

"How you doin' Slater!" He cooed to Paul, Paul grinned; a real grin this time. Paul and Roger always got on well together. They shook hands now like they did every time we entered this joint and Roger was on duty.

The rookie employee was yelling to the cooks in the back to get a move on with our order as the three of us – Roger, Paul and me – were watching and listening in on the conversation for a moment… we heard a crash before we all burst out into laughter. Roger yelled some comments back to the fallen rookie before going to get the order himself. Paul and I grinned at each other for moments more before Roger came back, fish and chips in hand.

"Sorry it took so long, have it on the house Simon. As for our chat, I've got to get back to Marina." Marina was Roger's wife and another one of our friends. Ever since Paul and I had moved in together, Paul had introduced me to many of his friends and we had made tones more with Paul's charms and my looks (ha, ha).

"See you." I replied quickly to Roger's retreating back. He smiled and waved at me before turning back around and vanishing through one of the twists and turns of the place.

Paul and I chose a table to sit at. Our table was the closest to the window and as I watched the waves roll up onto the Carmel beach, Paul unwrapped the food. An aroma of chips closer to me than the one's behind the counter of the shop hit my nose, letting the pleasant smell become registered by my brain.

I craned my head for a moment then turned back to Paul. He had already started shoving chips down his throat at lightning speed. I just rolled my eyes and picked out a few, knowing that if I didn't start eating now… by the time I was actually hungry again, they would all be gone. Another disadvantage of living with Paul Slater; he eats all your food.

Before I could reach for another chip in the pile, the door swung open. I thought nothing of it until someone gasped behind me and pointed to the person who entered. Paul dropped the chips he had in his hands and looked at the person as well.

"Sheesh. What's up Paul?" Everyone started to whisper rapidly as the person stepped in closer. I was looking at Paul too intently to notice them. Paul just kept his eyebrows raised and mouth open. It actually looked kind of funny, I wish I had of gotten a picture of it before I looked at the person myself.

Okay, I was a little pissed. Paul didn't respond my question, so I turned my head, wondering which large-chested girl he had spied this time. But once I saw the person who had just entered, my own jaw dropped. People were pointing to him, still whispering.

The person's face was most definitely familiar to me, as was his sturdy build, broad chest and muscular abs. The messy hair and completely black eyes – ones as black as midnight, were also well known. In fact, his face had been burnt into my mind for a long while.

This time, his clothes were quite different. Long, lean and quite muscular legs were clad with brown pants, not too tight - not too loose. He wore a pair of black leather boots, which rode up to the start of his knees. A white shirt hung half-buttoned up on his torso.

He studied the shocked faces as if observing them in detail – he was looking for someone. Whilst he was doing this, I was taking in the fact that he was really there. But the details that I knew of him were distinctive, to me at least.

"Suze," Paul whispered to me, taking my arm. I stared into his frosty blue eyes; they were concealed in a layer of icy shock. "Is that – Is he…?"

That was proof; I wasn't the only person who recognized him. He obviously knew me as well, because our eyes met, and his ebony eyes widened. A step was taken closer to me and…

And the one word he spoke confirmed all my beliefs. It was a name I was well acquainted with one that both Paul and I spoke of whilst I was in my musings.

"Sonya?"

After it was spoken, I was so flustered with shock that I fainted right on the shop's floor.

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Betcha you weren't expecting that, eh? But… no sweat. This ALL has to do with Suze, Paul and Jesse one way or another. Who knows, it could just be Jesse brainwashed… or is it really who Suze thinks it is? Paul isn't the only evil person.

As for the acknowledgments (and soon to be flames):

nikki007 (for the review of Chapter 1 & 2) – lol. You won't find out until I do, babe. Maybe this chapter – three – above will answer your question or maybe not. Here is a hint: Reread this chapter three's beginning Authors note… Btw, if I can manage to get on the Internet every day, a chapter will be up every day. Cause this chick ain't got writers block at all:grins widely:

Sum1 – You rule mate. Your questions have been answered kinda-sorta-not really. I'll give you the same advice: REREAD THE AUTHORS NOTE ABOVE THE BEGINNING OF THIS CHAPTER. If you reread it, maybe you'll pick up on what I'm saying. Love the threat gallie…

Alda Rethe – Lmao. I'll eventually write: One Step From Death and it's Prequel: Angel's Demise. But for now I'll stick to fan fiction. I'm glad someone likes Metrohell, I couldn't think of anything else… As I said to Nikki007, if I can get on the Internet each day, I'll update each day. Patients may be virtue but fast updates are just damn peachy! I like Suze's job as well, I think she has a big imagina-ful-nation.

Elmer's Girl – Oh deary me, you just crack me up. Alegion rocks by the way, much better than 'Metrohell' but I agree, I think I would enjoy going to Alegion or Metrohell for a holiday. Did I make the end of this chappie so obvious? Or are you just all knowing as you suggested? "Btw, great story" …very descriptive, Raine, very descriptive. :mwahahaha, or as you say, bwehehehehe, I know your FIRST name:

∞ Isa ∞

P.S. Would I be demanding anything if I asked you to review? If you do - review, that is -you might just end up getting a say in what relationships I put into it, because I have so many choices now… :shifty eyes, big grin: