Candela Chapter 13: Moonlit Date: Part 1, a mediator fanfic

AN: Hello FF writers and readers, Elmer's Girl here! I would have to say that out of the eleven chapters to this story I have written, this would be my favourite. Also, that once I get to chapter 15 of this, I will be starting to post my other ficcie 'Quedate Conmigo,' a story I know that most of you have been waiting quite long for.

I hope you like this update. And if you can… please review, it gets me motivated to write more! What's the disadvantage of that? The song, by the way, is by Chayanne. Do you even need to ask about it? Lol. Read the title of this fic and that's what the song is called. Download it. Or you die.

Joking. Enjoy chapter 12.

-Elmer's Girl

Chapter Twelve

I walked out of Father Dominic's office, feeling a little bit lighter. What Father Dom had suggested to us, in my opinion, seemed to be a good piece of advice. Once again, Father Dominic was in control… I felt lifted of most of my burdens.

Then after the group discussion Father Dom, as Jesse and Paul left to walk outside, called me privately into his office and we discussed the dreams further but that wasn't all we talked about. Father Dominic talked about my pregnancy and how I should be at home and resting. I fount this a little harsh, but I reminded myself that my life was in good hands – hands of my boyfriend, a priest and a friend.

So sue me? I did what Father Dom asked. I rested. For a whole seven hours I sat on my ass doing nothing. Strangely, my Mom seemed to be more annoying than usual – in the motherly way. I understood she was excited for me but it did get a little irritating after a while. Not that I told her that or anything… I didn't want to hurt jer feelings.

In fact, I found that that was the last thing I wanted to do. That, and have to mediate a ghost.

But I guess god really is against me, because the ghost of a fourteen-year-old, female teenager arrived in my room while I was crying halfway through the Arnold Swchneger movie, 'Junior.'

I know, I know. It's supposed to be a comedy. I blame the hormones.

Anyway, that's not the point. The point was that this girl visited me whilst I was sitting around idily.

She was quite pretty now that I thought of her. She reminded me of someone, but I couldn't place it. A pair of dark blue eyes and hair so blonde it looked white, greeted me when she had arrived, she was also clad in a pair of white mules, a blue hooded jacket with the words, 'Way Away' across the chest area and a pair of rundown old jeans.

I smiled when she looked up at me. Then I hastily paused the movie and blew my nose. She took a step closer and asked in a soft voice, 'Are you the mediator?' I nodded, that was all I could seemingly do.

Her voice also reminded me of something… or someone. It was very silky, like if you touched it – it would slip beneath your grasp at the slightest movement. I only knew one person who had that voice also, but it was impossible…

Or was it?

I was sure, at the time at least, that it was just some coincidence. Now I'm not so sure. But anyway, we're here to tell the story, not to fool around with sudden feelings and coincidences.

'I need some help.' She looked up from her gaze on her white shoes to see my reaction of what she just said. I nodded again as if granting permission for her to continue, 'It's… complicated. I need to give someone a message, and I think you know him.'

She dug into the pocket of her jeans and withdrew a tattered envelope. There was nothing on the cover but it looked very old – and important. 'He'll know who it's from when you give it to him.' Then, she dissappeared.

As if an invisible hand was writing upon the envelope, cursive, old-fashioned and very neat writing appeared on the front of the envelope. My eyes widened and I said the word out loud with very much surprise.

'Jesse.'

-(§)-

I arrived at Jesse's apartment door an hour later after the incident of the girl. My mom had some trouble with me, trying to prevent me from going. "You need to save your strength," She pleaded with me, in a matter of fact, "Please stay at home, Susie?" I told her it was important that I see Jesse and I would be back soon, I promised.

I rapped on the door lightly. It swung open almost immeadietly – but no one was at the door. I rolled my eyes, Jesse still liked to use his psychic abilities to do things when he was lazy.

'You know that it is very dangerous, Mr de Silva, to use your kinetic powers just because your lazy. Someone could have seen you,' I chuckled and sung in a kiddish voice. Jesse came out of his lounge room with an eyebrow raised.

'Susannah, I was not expecting you.' I flushed a little. I hadn't told him that I was coming. But I was in such a rush and shock that someone like the teen ghost I had seen today could know Jesse. I guess I was over exaggerating because when I told him about the ghost and handed him the letter, he told me it was one of his hospital patients who had died a month ago. She had been talking to him for a while now but she might not have been able to find him.

Her name, he said, was Chelae. Then he opened the letter and looked quite content at the content of the letter. I asked him if I could read it and he said no, that it was only a copy of the will that Chelae had found and given to him to give to her mourning mother.

But for some strange reason… I didn't believe him. I could tell that he was lieing.

What was happening with Jesse that I didn't know about?

-(§)-

I forgot about this question, Jesse being shady and the ghost girl when, several hours later, Jesse called me and told me that we were going out on a special date.

This, obviously, sent me into a huge debate on what clothes to wear. Eventually, I decided that I had nothing formal, as Jesse had instructed me, to wear. Even the white dress I wore to the Winter Formal was too… sixteen-ish. If there was such a thing.

So I asked my mom. Of course, she had a miracle up her sleeve like usual. Because of that, I was standing on our porch in a sexy yet formal black dress with a slit that I didn't think Sister Ernestine would be very happy about, had I worn it to the formal.

Lets just say that if I did, Kelly's punishment about hers would have been cheesecake and puppy dogs to the one I would receive.

Over the top of my dress, however, I wore my trenchcoat. Paul had bought it for me on my last birthday and ever since then I could never part with it. So I stood there, in my trenchcoat on our porch, waiting for Jesse to come.

Eventually, right on time, he suggested – was I that early? – Jesse came and we greeted each other with a large hug and a few small kisses.

The night was going well, I thought, as Jesse led me to his car. This thought vacated me and only suspicion flew into it's place when Jesse removed something from his pocket. A white blindfold.

'Oh no you don't…' My eyes were wide. Jesse grinned and held it up to me so I could see it in plain view. I did the only thing I was capable of doing. I ran.

It was a fun little game Jesse and I played. He chased me around my front yard for around, oh, five minutes before he caught me and we got into the car – Jesse with perfect eye sight and me with none, thanks to that blindfold.

'Jesse, where are we going?' I asked, for what seemed to be the millionth time as we were on our way to the location of the date. Jesse noticed this too because I just heard him sigh and put a hand on my thigh. I smiled without noticing I had.

'You'll see, Susannah.' I felt sorry for Jesse. He didn't even sound annoyed… that guy had so much patience, I swear, he would make the best doctor – ever. Then he added, just to make me smile even wider, 'Eventually.' I knew he was talking about the white blindfold covering my eyes and stopping me from seeing anything but black and the white of the fabric.

Anyway, we were travelling through unknown – to me, at least – streets in his car. Jesse was going about sixty, I could tell. I sighed and just relaxed my body into the soft material car, waiting for Jesse to stop at the venue and lead me out of the car.

A half an hour later, he did just as I had been waiting for him to. He stopped the car, got out and, slamming his door behind him, neared my side of the car. He did not remove the blindfold then, though, but instead, gently lead me out of the car and onto what seemed to be wet grass beneath my feet. Or, at least, I hoped that the little prickly and wet feelings I got around my feet area were the grass beneath my feet.

The blindfold was still tied securely around my head. Jesse had one hand on my back and the other, I presumed, at his side. The feel of the ground beneath my feet changed. It seemed almost… wooden. I only knew one place with wood like this…

When Jesse removed the blindfold, I gasped as I took in the place we were in. I knew it was going to be a special date and I figured something on the beach due to the wooden dock it supported, but this… gods. My hands flew to my mouth and I grinned into them.

It was a cruise ship.

Only the best cruise ship in quality of food and activities, Jesse informed me as we stepped aboard after showing our tickets to the security personnel (!) outside. We were to have a nice dinner and an hour of dancing, and then tour the ship – doing whatever we wanted for a day and a half. He told me we were to have fun before I went back to school for my final year (12) and Jesse back to work.

'Jesse!' I squealed, 'This. Is. So. Beautiful!' Then I squealed some more and started to poke around. That is, until Jesse prevented me and then lead me into a room I supposed was the food hall.

It was Huge.

I'm not even joking. The place was as big as half of the Mission Academy's courtyard. Which was, of course, very large. As Jesse took me into the room, I felt a wave of affection at the fact that he spoiled me so much.

Dinner was beautiful. I won't go through everything that happened then, but I will tell you the type of foods they served. They had four courses. The first was an entrée. I ordered a prawn cocktail and Jesse chose the same.

Then came the first meal. Again, we chose the same content. Steak with various and exotic spices blended with the famous English dish "Yorkshire pudding," along with steamy vegetables including carrot, corn, beans and peas.

The third course came straight after. It was a salad dish with seafood on the side. The seafood, for myself, consisted of lobster and for Jesse, more prawns, which he had taken a really strange liking to.

I don't really need to mention the fourth. You could pretty much guess what it was. Yep. That's right. Desert. I had a few helpings of cheese cake and chocolate moose and Jesse chose a strange Spanish desert. We both had non-alcoholic drinks as it was best that I didn't drink, I had learnt my lesson – you can never be too cautious – and had a small Pepsi like at the RSL a few days earlier.

After the foods we decided to join another pair of people dancing on the dance floor. We danced to three fast songs first before two slow ones.

And then, Jesse did the strangest thing. Strange for today, I guess I should say, because Jesse wasn't at all normal.

He walked onto the stage, whispered to the band which was playing, then stood behind a microphone.

I realized what he was doing when suddenly a soft acoustic guitar based melody came across the speakers. I stood in the middle of the dance floor by myself as I watched him concentrate on the right time to start singing.

That's right. Singing. Jesse was singing. And I was pretty sure his song was directed to me…

I thought this all the more when I heard the words. Obviously no one but him knew what they meant. Not even me myself.

That was because they were in Spanish.

As he started to sing, the room brightened with the sound of his voice. Or maybe that was because the beautiful, very silver, full moon, which had been hidden behind the clouds, was suddenly in full, very plain, view.

"Una de noche de luna, a la orilla del mar
Es el ligar perfecto para conversar
Para decirte lo que estas provocado.

(A moon lit night, by the ocean shore
It's the perfect place to talk
To tell you that you are provoking me)

Jesse detached the microphone from the stand it was held on and started to slowly move down the steps. My eyes shone with tears of not sadness, but complete joy as he came closer to me.

"Quiero robarte un beso y contarte mi amor
Es tan corta la vida y tan largo el dolor
Que el deseo de tenerte me esta quemando.

(I want to steal a kiss, and tell you my love,
Life is too short, and the pain is so great
That the desire to have you, has me burning)

He sauntered across the length of the hall. It seemed to me that everyone faded away except for Jesse and I as he approached. His face stood out and was brighter than the light of a million angels. He glowed with not the ghostly glow he used to, but a radiant beam of happiness and full health. To see Jesse like this, singing to me and looking so happy, just made my heart burst with joy.

Y es que estoy 100 enamorado
Esclavo que tu piel
Y el roce de tus labios
Que nunca me han besado

(And that I am 100 in love
A slave to your skin
And the touch of your lips
That I have hardly kissed)

With one hand occupied, he took my hand in the free one and started to move slowly with me. His eyes were always on mine and his lips were always singing the words that, even though they were in another language – one that I did not understand at all – made me beam very brightly.

"Echale lena al fuego, Candela
Que quiero ser la llama en tu hoguera
Echale la lena al fuego, Candela
Y dame el cieco de tus caderas
Echale lena al fuego, Candela
Dejame recorrete entera Echale lena al fuego, Candela
Y despues has de mi lo que quieras,

(Add fuel to the fire, beautiful woman
I want to be the flame in your bonfire
Add fuel to the fire, beautiful woman
And give me the heaven of your lips
Add fuel to the fire, beautiful woman
And let me experience all of you
Add fuel to the fire, beautiful woman
And then do whatever you want with me)

This was perfection, I thought as Jesse twirled me around once before resting his hands on me again and singing more to the song. I was loving every moment I experienced with him.

"No dejes que el temor haga blanco en tu piel
Dejame regalarte un nuevo amanecer
Y ve nacer el sol en cada latido.

(Don't let your fear stop you
Let me give you the gift of a new dawn
And the birth of a new sun everywhere)

Jesse was very talented. In dancing with me and only using one hand, I mean. He was doing moves that it would take anyone else both hands on me to do them. But no problem here, Jesse seemed to say silently and only to me.

"Aferrate a mi pecho, abrazame con fuerza
Sienteme despacio yo abreme las puertas
Que una vez cerro herido

Porque vot a borrate con mis manos el ater
Y a amarte tanto y tanto
Como jamas te amaron.

(Cling to my chest, and hold me tightly
Touch me slowly, open the doors for me
Close the wound in your heart

With my hands I am going to erase yesterday
And love you more and more
Like you have never been loved before)

Scratch what I said earlier about the perfection. This was better than my declaration of perfection. This was absolute bliss, magic that I had never experienced before… This was…

It was then, once the song had come to its end in the vocals, at least, that we stopped dancing. It was so sudden. After he had pulled me down – my back brushing the floor slightly – and bought me back up, we didn't continue. We just… stopped.

There was a silence after Jesse sung the last part of the song. A silence that seemed to puncture my perfection somewhat. Especially when I noticed how Jesse was looking as the last musical note faded away.

'What's wrong, Jesse?' I said, after noticing that his hands, which had held me and danced with me so passionately a moment ago and were now around my waist, were shaking slightly.

This, I knew, was not out of excitement, but nervousness. When Jesse got excited – I should know, it happened a lot around me – his eyes were a bright, medium brown instead of their usual dark, almost black, hue.

'Susannah.' I was confused. His voice was even deeper, silkier and irresistible than before as he spoke over the microphone. But why was he so nervous? The answer became obvious when he asked me.

A question. What else did you expect?

Nothing special right? Wrong. It was the content of the question, not the fact that Jesse had asked me one, that made me gasp.

I'm sure you would gasp too if your one and only true love had just asked you to marry him.

TO BE CONTINUED...

AN: I'm an asshole? Why thank you. I know that already. Lol. I guess I forgot to mention that this chapter came in two parts. You see, that's just the way I do things. I like teasing people. I am very mean.

Blah.

If you want the second part, you will have to do the almighty deed…

aka. Review me/this story… PLEASE? I will give you muffins!

-Elmer's Girl