For Your Love

Chapter 11

A few hours later I found myself stepping through the doorway of Paul's grandfather's house. Don't ask how I got this far, because I don't know. The fact that I hadn't bottled out as soon as Paul came up to me after school and asked me if I was ready went against all logic. I really, really didn't want to be here.

But then I really, really, really wanted to bring Jesse back to life, so we could finally be like a normal couple. And I guess that overpowered the sensible part of me that was telling me to get right out of that house.

Paul grinned at me. "The things you need are in my room," he said slyly.

Of course they are, I thought bitterly. You know if it hadn't been for his smug, ha-I've-got-you-now manner, I might not have noticed that this was all a plan to get me back in that damn bedroom of his.

Nice of him to point this out to me, wasn't it?

"You'd better go and get them then," I said as icily as I could.

But I knew he had me. Paul wasn't about go and get my stuff for me, just so I could leave when he came back. No way, not after he'd gotten me to come to his house. I don't think either of us thought that would be happening again anytime soon.

So I had two choices: either turn and walk away without the ingredients; or risk whatever he had planned for me if I stayed.

I didn't want to pick either of them. The walking away bit sounded good, but I needed those ingredients. I knew what I had to do, and I didn't like it one bit.

"Where's the fun in that?" Paul said in reply to my suggestion, making option one – to leave right now- look very appealing. This was not at all helped by the way he was leering at me as he said it. I swear it took all the will power I had not to turn round and leave right then.

"Isn't it obvious?" I asked, "I get to go home – away from this place - and give my boyfriend his life back. I think I'd enjoy that very much. Don't you?"

Paul raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like a blast," he said. "But it can wait."

I hated him. I really did.

"I'm not going up there," I told him, still clinging onto one last bit of hope that he'd give in and get the ingredients himself.

But who was I kidding? This was Paul Slater. And Paul Slater does not stop until he get's what he wants. And I should know, after the shifter lessons and everything.

Paul sighed this really fake sigh then said, "That's a shame." Then he just walked off upstairs. And I had a feeling he wasn't going to be back with the ingredients I needed anytime soon.

Defeated, I ran after him, making a mental note to, in the future, think of solutions to such problems before agreeing to go to evil teenage guy's (such as Paul Slater) houses.

Paul opened the door to his room and, reluctantly, I stepped in. He followed, shutting the door behind him. I'm sure you can guess how comfortable that made me feel. "Why are you doing this?" I asked softly.

I knew the answer, though. He was doing it because he was sick, and evil, and he'd stop at nothing until he got his own way. Even if it meant killing someone.

I looked up at Paul to see that he was just staring at me. It was kind of creepy really. For a moment I actually thought I saw sadness in that look, but it was quickly replaced by anger. If it had actually been there in the first place, I mean. The malevolent smile he'd been wearing before changed into a scowl and when he spoke his voice was low and frustrated. "Because I want you Suze! Can't you see that that cowboy doesn't deserve you?"

I was about give him an angry reply; I was so not getting into an argument about Jesse with him right then. But then he stepped up to me, and I realised it wasn't an argument about Jesse that he was after at this moment in time. Instinctively, I started backing away, wishing there was some way I could get the hell out of here. But I knew it was hopeless. Paul was blocking the way between the door and me. Somehow I doubted he was going to be courteous enough to step out of the way. No matter how politely I asked him.

So, naturally, I ended up backing into a wall. Which, you know, was just great. But what could I possibly have been expecting? A secret passage? Somehow I doubt it.

Paul kept on coming towards me. He put hands on the wall on either side of me, trying to stop me from escaping. It worked. I couldn't move; my whole body was frozen. The desperate way Paul was looking down at me right then was really scaring me.

"You know he's not right for you," he said.

I managed to shake my head. That wasn't true.

"Why can't you see it Suze? We could be so good together. If you could just give me a chance I could teach you things you could never even imagine doing. Together we could be so powerful!"

I shook my head again. "No," I said as confidently as I could, if Paul thought there was any doubt in my mind then he'd never leave me alone. "I want Jesse, not you."

Paul's face twisted in anger as soon as I said it, practically as soon as I mentioned Jesse's name. I'd never seen him like that before. He seemed so desperate… so dangerous. He really hated Jesse. And it frightened me that Paul could hate someone so much because of me

He did something unexpected then: he dropped his arms and turned away. I stared at his back as he walked over to his bed and pulled a bag out from under it.

I took a step towards the door but Paul turned back to me, his normally icy eyes burned with anger and hatred towards Jesse.

"Jesse," he spat, his voice filled with loathing, "is not going to be around for much longer."

He then held the bag out to me. "Here are your things."

I stared at the bag. After all that he was just giving it to me?

"What?"

Paul gave me an irritated look. "I brought you here I could give you your ingredients. So here they are. Take them, before I change my mind."

Still slightly surprised, I took the bag.

"I'll give you a ride home," he said and walked out of the room.

I was about to protest but then changed my mind. Sure, Paul was freaking me out right then but I did not want to face that walk home again.

I followed him out of the house and got into his car.

The journey was surprisingly uneventful. You would have thought Paul would have something to say after what just happened in his room. But no, the whole way to my house was spent in silence, with Paul seemingly deep in thought.

When we got to my destination I got out of the car, muttered bye to him, then walked into my house and hurried up into my room.

When I walked in, Jesse and Ellie were both standing near the window seat, waiting for me.

"Well?" Jesse said eagerly, taking a few steps towards me.

I held up the bag triumphantly. "I got them!"

A/N: Sorry it's so short. I tried to pad it out but it just wasn't happening. Tell me if it seemed rushed at all and I'll try and edit it.

Ok. To my reviewers…

Nikki007: nice. I guess you'll just have to keep reading to find out what happens.

Flonshoe: Oh well. At least I know you're still reading. And sorry about the author alert thing. I know how annoying it is to get alerts for stuff you're not reading. I'll try and take turns updating each story, unless I get really bad writer's block for one and a ton of inspiration for another, that is. Sound good to you?

Angelic Chocolate Fairy: Thank you! I love Paul, but I guess he's coming off pretty yacky in this story. Probably because I hated him when I started writing it.

BillThePonyLlama: You'll see how he got away with it… I think… Thanks for the review.

Meggiec: I'd forgotten about those injections. That was ages ago! Eep! Sorry for taking so long to update!

Iluvmeg: It can't have changed all that much. I mean, it would have changed in Twilight too, wouldn't it? Oh, I don't know, it's been ages since I read it. Anyway, how about it sort it out without changing anything? Like, in future chapters?

Nobody: Looks like you can calm down. Suze is ok… for now! Mwuhahaha… shutting up.

Fatalmoment: Thank you!

JessedeSilva: Thank you too!

PureEsparenza: And I also thank you!

Ok, review everyone!