AN: Man, oh man… Too many PLOTS! I'm sorry for the wait on this chapter, guys, but I've been working on Quedate Conmigo (the sequel to Y tu te Vas, btw, it means Stay with me) and my Nanna has been sick in hospital so I've had to visit her quite a lot.
Oh, and I've had a few questions that I've decided I can't answer in the story much, so I'll say them out here.
Wouldn't Suze be shocked and scared at the thought of teen pregnancy? Well, I guess in a way she is still going through the first stage of denial. I've asked my friend's mother, who had her first child at 16 so I'm backed up a bit. But you have to remember, in my story, Suze will be turning 18 in a matter of months. She's a big girl now.
Why did her parent's react as they did? Wouldn't Suze's mother kill Jesse? Okay, you have to deal with me, remember that this is my first fic :D I think Suze's mother knows that Suze loves Jesse so much, that she is willing to let him pass. They have been together for a year and a half in this story. And like Suze, her mother is still in a phase of initial shock. They'll jolt out of it soon.
Other than that, I just want to thank everyone for reviewing. I LOVE YOU GUYS! You are all seriously cool. I mean, I have 50 reviews! YAY!
Because you rock so much, I've decided to include a little piece of 'Quedate Conmigo' at the end of this chapter. Arg… Long authors note… forgive me.
-Elmer's Girl
Chapter Seven
'Come in, Child.' Ophelia seemed somewhat happy to see me. I know I had only known her for a short period of time, but I felt safe being here. Not awkward – how I would usually be when entering someone elses house.
Back to now, my hand was sub-consciously rubbing my stomach as I walked into Ophelia's house. It was huge, and when I say huge, I mean mansion huge. It was beautiful, and, like our house, made entirely of wood – or, that's what it seemed to be made of.
The outside of the mansion was a beautiful blue colour, with darker blue on the roof and small balcony's on the side of the house. There was a fountain outside, one with a statue of Aphrodite – the goddess of love, on top of it. It was unusually beautiful and to see the water sprout from the flowers in her hands just made me feel an odd serenity.
Outside, however, was nothing compared to how gorgeous it looked inside. The walls of the main rooms were grey, but when you looked really closely, like I did, you would see it wasn't one colour of grey, but a million shades of it. I immediately fell in love with the house.
'What is this place called?' Dumb question to ask, I know, but judging by movies, most medium's – professional one's of course – name their houses and other inanimate objects.
Ophelia laughed slightly but replied with a nice tone, 'Elysium.' Her voice was how it was across the phone and when I first met her in the booth in the sale area of the supermarket, content, serene yet with a mysterious atmosphere. Someday, I would want my voice to be the same as hers, it was oddly beautiful.
'Susannah, would you like some herbal tea?' Ophelia asked from the next room, she had told me to sit down on a rosewood chair, adorned with small etchings of symbols. I recognised them as Greek.
'Yes please,' I replied, smiling to no one particular. This house was so old, so beautiful, I thought. But the realization of why I was there hit me more when Ophelia sat down opposite me, placing tea on the rosewood table in front of me. She had a look of opaque seriousness on her face, I hadn't seen her use that before… but then again, I had only met her once.
'Please, tell me more about these dreams of yours, Susannah.' Ophelia cast her blue eyed gaze towards me. I decided to tell her, every detail of my dreams that I remembered. Ophelia didn't say anything as I told my story, only sat with her eyes directly on me, nodding at parts and frowning when I moved to the part of our deaths.
Whilst I was telling this story, I seemed to be telling myself of something as well… And the reality of these dreams, how I explained Faun's looks so well and the way Arce moved in the shadows, it hit me like bricks would do to the ground when knocked down for reconstruction.
It seemed to real to actually be a dream. Ophelia proved my calculations and theory correct when she said, 'I can tell you one thing. These three shadows, they are not to be messed with. They come from an Ancient Alegionphost myths.'
My eyebrows raised, 'What is Alegionphost?' Pleading for more information on this matter, I scuttled in closer to Ophelia, or, at least, as close I could get with the rosewood table in my way.
'Alegionphost is the Phostellian tome, it's an ancient book dated back far before the world as we know it. Just as the spiritual plane was first created.' She said this slowly, so it was easy for me to comprehend. I was about to ask who the Phostelle people were, but Ophelia beat me to it, 'The Phostellians are the race of people who live in Black Alegion, the dark side of the moon according to the spiritual muse, Valerie.'
I said nothing as I gradually understood all of this information I was being fed. 'And where do I fit into all of this, why do these mythical people want to harm my child and myself?'
'You will find that in time. That is not what you are here for, you are here, I know, to be saved from the cycle of dreams that has effected you.' Ophelia cast me a smile and went out of the room. But as she was passing the threshold, she said: 'You must take off your clothes and dress in a robe. There are a set of them in the room to your left.' Then she decided to leave.
I turned my head to the left, there was nothing there. There was nothing on the right either… I looked confusedly around, but there was no other door than the threshold Ophelia had walked through.
Standing abruptly, I walked to the left side of the room. To my surprise, once I touched the grey wall, spontaneously, a door appeared where my fingers had played with the beautiful shades of grey.
I opened the door. Just as I did, the moonstone pendant around my neck suddenly rose to my line of vision. The cabochon was still on it's chain and securely placed on the sterling silver. The colours of the pendant, however, were lit up with a bright white light, similar to the one that had mutely brightened when it touched my skin at the booth.
The pendant didn't look like it was going to stop levitating or glowing any time soon, so I took the thin chain off my neck and let the pendant become free. It hovered still for a moment, and then zipped into the room that I had opened.
When I noticed what was in the small room, I gasped. Lush colours of various silk, satan and soft material robes were held on simple coat hangers. The pendant zipped back to me, lighting the room with it's small luminosity and staying in my face as if it wanted me to notice it…
Then it started to zip through the air. It moved around the room and I chased after it, getting lost slightly in the maze of clothes. This room appeared to be small, but it was huge. There was around a thousand different robes in it and I still was able to walk through them all easily, as if I was walking in an open park.
Abruptly stopping, the pendant zipped to the right, into a mass of clothes, then it started to make a sudden humming noise. This couldn't get any more weird, I thought as I moved into the same load of robes the pendant did.
My eyes widened. I had stumbled into the secret room by accident, whilst trying to finding my pendant. The room, which I had thought to be just an ordinary load of clothes hung up in a square, was empty. Except for something on the far right, something that my pendant wanted me to see.
I spun on my heel to look at what it wanted to show me. Or, in this case, wanted me to wear. My jaw almost hit the ground as I saw the beautiful robe. Walking up to it, I felt the silvery cotton in my fingers and made my decision. This was the one I wanted to wear.
Once I removed the dress from it's place in the room, I stumbled out of the secret location and towards the mirror on the far side of the room. As I undressed, I turned to my side, staring at my stomach as if to expect a baby to suddenly pop out.
I was pregnant. The flow of words that had effected me not long ago, repeating in my head over and over, came back in a rush. I uttered some swear words that I am crudely proud of and slipped the dress on.
It was a perfect fit, the gown was more gorgeous on me than what it looked like on the hanger. Not that I was being vain, I did not mean to call myself by that name, but the way the dress clung onto every curve of my body was amazing.
The gown was made of silvery cotton, and was one that flowed around me whenever I made the most slight of movements. There was an emerald sash in the box near the mirror that matched my eyes, I noticed. Just for fun, I took it, and tried it on. It was also a perfect fit. It had the phases of the moon embroidered on the edges of it in a fine silver thread and a patch of stars in the corner.
Uttering a giddy prayer of thanks, I picked up all of my remaining clothes from the floor and turned to leave. But something stopped me. Where did my pendant go? It didn't seem to follow me when I came back with the dress.
Upon thinking about it, the moonstone pendant flew back to me. I grinned and put it back on again, its glow had faded and only the luminosity from the other room provided enough light for me to find my way out.
I did so, only bumping into few of the remaining clothes. Once I was out, with my pendant around my neck, dress on and clothes in hand, I placed the items on the far side of the rosewood table, for there were already items on the end where I had sat and talked with Ophelia.
The old woman was there to greet me. She smiled serenely at the dress and the pendant around my neck, she liked the sash as well, as I could tell by her thoughts. I don't know why this telepathy with Ophelia was so easy, it seemed that now that I've opened my mind to her, she has opened hers to me in return.
'Splendid.' Ophelia stood from her chair and clapped. Then she guided me, with her hands on my shoulders, into the seat I had vacated when I went to look for the invisible room. Relax, the voice in my head spoke, sounding exactly like Ophelia, And let the smell of nature take you over.
I half expected the smell that was to hit me to be manure. It was just the way Ophelia worded it. The smell of nature. So I was a little surprised when a beautiful scent hit my face and surrounded the room.
With one hand still laying lightly on my shoulder, Ophelia took a glass of water with the other. A small dagger, only the size of an A5 piece of paper, was placed in the water and small, green leaves floated at the top of the cup, pushed up by the clear liquid inside.
Ophelia started to chant in a language I did not know. I would know if it was Portugueseor Spanish – living with Jesse, I mean, you tend to pick up some words – but it sounded more like… Greek.
Seriously, I do not know how the next event happened. It just did, without warning. In my case, anyway, I still don't know if it was meant to happen. Ophelia stirred the mixture with the dagger, adding a strange blue dye into the combination and kept muttering the words. Then she poured the concoction in circles around me, I suspected the water to hit my shoulders and face, but it did not.
My pendant was lit again, but it wasn't rising. Then I looked up at the water. It had frozen. Just like that. In midair, I saw the frozen water, it wasn't as if it were ice, but as if time had stopped. Like a scene in Constantine.
I looked at Ophelia. But my life is no movie, My mind replied to my subconscious compare to a hit movie in the cinemas – one that Sleepy and his girlfriend, Alexia – I call her Grumpy because she seems to hate me – had taken me to see it, Dopey and Doc were with us as well, so I didn't feel left from the group due to Alexia's hatred towards me.
Ophelia told me, via mind message, to rise and stand in the position she was. I hugged myself and pushed my feet together, the beautiful dress still flowing behind. Ophelia said another chant, and the water that had surrounded me, suddenly froze. Quoting from another movie, I would say it was something like what happened in the Day After Tomorrow.
Close your eyes, Ophelia said to me, And only open them when you hear the collision. I didn't ask what she meant, only closed my eyes as instructed.
Until I heard the crashing sound of something shattering, my eyes were sealed shut. I did not dare disobey Ophelia's orders, as nice about them as she was. I did not question her motives either.
The frozen ice had smashed around me, I realized this when I opened my eyes. There were small pieces of ice on the floor. I looked at Ophelia. She smiled at me and nodded to the ice. Slowly, I lowered my head to see what she had.
The ice had smashed, yes, but flowing upwards was wisps of white power, they surrounded me and I let them, it felt nice as they hummed along my body. Like a gentle wind, whey blew across my face and whipped my hair behind me. I outstretched my arms and let the feelings come to me.
Freedom, love, courage, happiness, friendship, wisdom, hope… they all came into my mind and left just as quickly. Not all were feelings, some were other things. Things that bit by bit helped me to carry on.
Love for Jesse, I knew that was what that stood for.
Hope for our future.
Happiness that he was alive.
Freedom because I was never slave to anything.
Friendship towards my step-brothers, Paul Slater, Father Dominic, Ophelia herself, hell… even Alexia was on my friend's list.
Wisdom; I knew more about myself, perhaps I would finally find out why and how I was chosen to be a mediator/shifter. Maybe I could even use this new knowledge to find Jesse's true purpose as a ghost. Although I had a slight idea of the latter.
'Feeling any better, Child?' Ophelia asked when the wisps faded away from me, the power stayed, however, and so did the good feelings.
I just grinned and hugged her.
AN: And that is the end of another chapter to Candela. Don't worry about the whole 'Alegion' thing. That will soon be fully explained. But I like for people to only know what Suze knows at the time.
As promised, here is a little sneak peak to Quedate Conmigo. It doesn't have many references (except in the Jesse POV's) to Y tu te vas, but if you have not already, could you please read and review it? If you do, it will get me into a better mood… and better moods equal better chapters XD !
Jesse's POVMy world perished to black and for hours on end I would lay on top of my bed inside the apartment Susannah and I shared. I kept every picture and held on to every memory, I was afraid that if I didn't, Susannah would never come back. I kept hoping that day would never come, I kept hoping she would remember me…
Up to this day, I do not know why she left. Perhaps it was something I said, or something she did that made her feel guilty or sad? I would not know. I would dismiss any thought – even if she possibly had loved another while with me – just to be with her again.
And a little bit of Suze's point of view.
Susannah's POVWhere a postcard shop once stood, only ash remain there now. My nose tingles unpleasantly as I remembered once, before we moved to New York, before this all happened, Jesse and I had walked into that store and bought a postcard for Gina. It had a picture of the sea on it…
My head snaps towards the now black ocean. The oncoming waves caught upon the grey beach and then moved back into the masses of ebony liquid, greedily taking whatever remainder of Earth there was on the shore.
How did this happen, how could I let this happen? I do not know. The tears are building up in my eyes and yet, I know I cannot cry. Not again, not like I did that night…
I haven't cried for three years.
Placing my index finger on my neck, I search around for a pulse. I know there isn't one, so why do I bother? For every chance to be what I was again.
Yo te amo! (I love you)
-Elmer's Girl
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