Fast update! Yay (Well, fast considering the fact that I started Rain Song and also am planning 'Bullfighter,' a tag-team with Elmer's Girl) :) We are up to chapter nine, hehehehe. Thanks for reviewing, I feel really loved.

Look in my profile and you'll find a new surprise… A NEW FIC! Lol. I shoved it together since last chapter of this story, bored creativity and, as it says on the first word of the AN in chapter one – of the new story that is, not this one –Randomness. Unfortunately, I have found out that in fact my Randomness gives off better chapters. But there are fewer in the story (there is only going to be three… or four… or five… or six) so… yeah.

Okay, enough chitchat, you say, Lets get to the chapter… I agree. 100 percent. But one more thing… reread the chapter name if you're confused about the content below. See if you can figure it out before I reveal it…

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After our very awkward, small converse Oryon just… left. I knew what he was doing though; he was letting me dwell on it – hoping I would crack. But nope, no demon prince was going to crack Susannah Simon.

It was a moment before I noticed he was gone. But when I did, I flopped onto the four-poster bed, shut my eyes and tried so hard to go to sleep.

Amazingly, I drifted off. I really did, but I didn't get completely into the unconscious realm of sleep, because someone was shaking me. Softly, though. It was done softly, the hands were gentle and did not want to hurt me.

Then the person whispered my name in a tone I knew so well, "Susannah. Susannah wake up." My eyes snapped open but it took at least two minutes before my eyes adjusted to the violent red light outside.

Woah, I had actually slept more than I thought I did. I didn't just drift off… it was morning. I knew it was morning because of the red light – I was in Metrohell, not on Earth. It was much different here.

Jesse's face slowly swam into view. His lovely features that I had seen just yesterday seemed even more stunning in the daylight. But there was something missing… and something gained.

My mouth dropped slightly as I sat up slowly, "Jesse?" I set my jaw, but that didn't make me less surprised. He smiled at me, mainly because I just spoke but also, I knew, because he was feeling what I was right now – a rush of affection. I knew this not out of my own vanity, but because Jesse and me truly did have something special. It was true love. He had supposedly moved on – but now he was back with me.

You know how the saying goes: If you love something, set it free, if it was meant to be, it will come back to you.

His voice was confident and full of affection yet it was also booming loudly so my ears rang. Was this a side effect of waking up so quickly? I would soon find out. "Yes, Querida?"

And then, I forgot what I was going to say. I didn't remember it at all. Just to hear that single word pass his lips made me want to jump up and lay a large kiss on his lips. Tears formed in my eyes but I didn't let them out. I had to keep strong. I had to –

Kiss him.

I did it. Kiss him, I mean. And to feel him respond to it with all he had was the most beautiful feeling in the world. When we tumbled back on the bed, I hit my head hard on it… yet I found that I didn't care about the throbbing pain that suddenly erupted from there. All I cared about was Jesse and the fact that we were, once again, reunited.

It came out so fast; I didn't even notice I said it until Jesse replied it. "I love you." It was a hoarse whisper, but those were the words I had to say to him so urgently. I had never said it to him before. I had whispered it the day that he moved on, though, but still not directly to him. After I found out about him moving on, that is. Or what I thought was Jesse moving on…

Once the kiss ended, Jesse lay beside me, stroking my hair softly and leaning on an outstretched arm, kinked at the elbow and holding his head up. He looked at me with such adoration that I never thought I would be able to meet up with it. It didn't matter though. I loved Jesse; I set him free, yet he came back to me.

We were meant to be.

As Jesse stroked my hair, I put my hand to his face and slowly moved my fingers around it, touching every part of his flawless facial features. It was only when I got to the edge of his left cheek that I remembered what I was going to say before.

"Jesse…" I gasped, "You have-" My eyebrows furrowed. He looked at me, confused, as well. The hand stroking my hair suddenly grew to a halt. Brown eyes locked with mine.

"What, Susannah?" His voice was worried. I don't know why it was worried… especially since I let out a snort. This only made him look even more perplexed at me.

"Facial hair!" I don't know why this was so funny. He did have facial hair, only a little bit across the places where men grew facial hair when they didn't shave. It was only a light, yet prickly dusting that made my fingertips slightly numbed when I felt it. They tingled before dying down to their normal feel.

Jesse's eyebrow, the one with the scar on it, rose. "And why is my having facial hair so funny, Susannah?" I stopped laughing, yet I couldn't get the smile off of my face.

"It's just-" I trailed off. I couldn't seem to finish it. Because the facial hair wasn't the only thing that was new. I flipped over so I was lying on my back and, like a robot would, sat up really really fast. Having realized what I did, you would have sat up pretty darn fast as well.

"HOLY SHIT!" Suddenly, I didn't feel like laughing anymore. Not that there was anything to be sad about, but tears welled in my eyes. Jesse sat up also, obviously worried about me.

"What? Susannah? Did I do something wrong?" The tears were flowing down my tears and I don't think I could talk even if I wanted to – and trust me, I didn't. I just wanted Jesse to hold me while the reality of this sunk in.

I knew what was wrong with Jesse.

Yet… it seemed so right. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Slowly I stopped my crying. It happened gradually from the tears and sobs, just to occasional tears, then to coughing and finally just sniffling. That also went slowly, from loud to slow. All the while, Jesse held me in his arms.

Finally, when I felt able to walk, I forced my self – very reluctantly – out of Jesse's arms and stood up. A beam spread on my face. Jesse must have thought I was insanely weird or something. He really did look confused.

"How did this happen?" I asked him. He didn't understand. What? Didn't he notice?

He proved his obliviation to be, just by asking; "The facial hair?" I released a little giggle. This was too good to be true.

"No!" I squealed hastily, before more giggles could erupt from my throat at the fact that Jesse had facial hair.

"What then?"

The shock of his obliviation kept me rooted to the spot. "You don't know?" Jesse stood up after I said that. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me softly on the forehead. Not as good as the lips… but it would do.

"No. I do not know what you are talking about." Jesse said honestly. I slipped my hands in his, which were now by his side. Then I put my head on his chest. He wondered, obviously, what I was doing.

There was a rhythm. A beating…

The tears came back again. I moved my head from his chest, took his hand, and placed it on the place that I had just heart that rhythm.

A sharp intake of breath also convinced me that I was not hallucinating – that this was really happening.

Then Jesse confirmed it and all I could think was: Oh. My. God. IT IS REAL!

"I…"

He didn't seem to be able to get it out – but then he swallowed his pride and said it fast, as if it would harm him if he said it slowly.

"I'm alive."

There was an unmistakable shining in his eyes. I pulled him to me and held him in my arms as he did to me in his. As we did this, I kissed a tear away from his cheek. I had never felt any safer than I did at that time – in Jesse's arms.

But I should have known. All of our moments get interrupted. This time, I was lucky that it was no one that had already been in this room before.

"Susannah Rosette?" My head turned from its place on Jesse's broad chest, I turned to see a man standing in the corner – one that looked exactly like Jesse.

Except this man had a tattoo on his right arm, no scar on his eyebrow and dark brown hair instead of the black that Jesse had. His face was more of a curved one than Jesse's angles and planes of his own face. I knew on sight that this man was. Jesse obviously didn't because he asked in a protective, hoarse voice.

"Who are you?" His grip on my waist tightened as he said this. But I managed to struggle out of it and approach the man who was in the corner. This time, I knew it wasn't one of Oryon's tricks.

"Zane." The man nodded.

"Mistress Rosette, I have come to rescue you and your -" He paused, as if to look for the right word, "Husband." I almost laughed at that. Almost. This situation, however, was too serious.

It got even more serious when the door to my room, which I had firmly locked, swung open and Oryon flew in.

My face paled. "Oh shit."

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YAY! I love this chapter… so fluffy. Hah! Now I shall write more to 'Rain Song.' Meh. It's around 6:00 at this time in New Zealand (Where I live) and I'm feeling lazy, but perhaps after I watch a movie I might be motivated to write more Randomness that I created my newest story from.

Ack. Sorry… hairball. I get them a lot. That's what you get when you're a kitty-cat

(O.O) Lol. Okay, here are the responses to my reviewer's… hehehe… I own you… MWAHAHAHAHA:cough: anyway...

Elmers Girl – School Sucks. I'm glad that's something we agree on. Lets not talk about that 'painful' subject anymore. Heh… I UPDATED:) Spanish just rocks, so does 'Candela' which I, by the way, reviewed. :eyes go wide: did you see, did you see! Yup, Zane is SO the Abomination. You know the storyline already? Lol. Charlotte IS a Sorceress. $$ (Nothing to do with that Subject, I just like money... Hahaha)

Nikkole14 – Zane is TECHNICALLY based on Jesse. But you don't know what the demons did to poor Jesse-kins. It will, however, be revealed in later chapters. I promise I won't hurt him TOO much. But there is always a positive within the negative that too you will see…

Nikki007 – heh. I love every chapter I write :embraces story: but I love YOUR chapters as well. So update. Or I will turn into the evil bitch Isadora Sofia… heh. Sofia is my middle name Love the review, by the way! You make me feel so special…

KawaiiQuerida-Chan – Maybe Zane's comin'… Maybe he's not… You won't know until I do, babe! Lol. I love talking to my computer :shifty eyes: and :voice drops to a whisper: sometimes he talks to me back… YES… MY COMPUTER IS A MAN! IT HAS A WEINER! … NO IT DOESN'T! BUT ITS STILL A MAN! Sorry… Insanity.

Breezie – Arg. School… I blame everything on either hormones or school. I hate them both… AND SMELLY CHEESE! EXPECIALLY SMELLY CHEESE! Lol. I LOVE normal cheese… but not the yucky ones my aunty makes me eat… experiment my ass.

Angel Gemman – Nah I don't go to Chaminade… but Wicca? Oh. I found out by one of my BF's. She has a cousin (29 yrs old) who is been a witch ever since she was 16. lol. I'm kind of a student to witchcraft. I'm learning about it and trying to follow it traditionally. (You know, research it up for a year, learn it all and then try and attempt to become one… that stuff)

Buffyrox16 – V? I love that letter. Lol. Two words in a review? I feel so privileged. What the message said, however, just makes me feel special… seriously. I love ya!

Alda Rethe – Hahaha! I am evil! I have made everyone want Zane to come and save the day! More on Jesse will be revealed though; he still is my fave guy character in every fanfiction. Suze being my fave Kanon (In the books) character and Sonya being my fave fan-fictional character…

THE LIBRARY LADIES ARE AFTER ME… NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Their staring at me intensely, I can feel their gaze boring into my back. So I better end this here and go do my homework!

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