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Chapter 28…enjoy your ice cream everyone!

Yes, I just threw up in Paul's BMW convertible. Isn't that kind of funny? I was about to start laughing until I remembered why I threw up. Paul has basically won. I know, I know it is not like me to just give up, but I am seriously running out of ideas now. When he told me none of my powers were strong enough to beat him, it made me realize that Paul has known he was a Shifter way longer than I have, therefore he has more control over his powers. I mean, I am still trying to figure all my special Shifter skills out. I can call people to me…and objects. Is there anything I can call to me that would aid me in my escape? It would be extremely idiotic of me to call Jesse because I have a feeling Paul would just kill him off right then and there. No one else that I know really understands Paul's powers so they would be of no help. I guess this leaves just objects.

The thought crossed my mind of having something fly through the air and hit Paul in the head, but most likely he would see it coming and stop it and just hurt me instead. From experience I know Paul is a strong fellow, and even though I work out and do kick boxing, he is really no match for me. As I was thinking about all of this I started to wonder why Paul has not made some comment on my thoughts. I mean, the dude is normally reading my mind like a book, so why wouldn't he be now, especially since he is attempting to kidnap me. Wouldn't he want to know what I was planning or whatnot?

I glanced at him and saw that he was staring straight ahead of the road, his face stony and his hands gripping the steering wheel quite hard. I guess he was madder about me throwing up than I thought. I sighed and said, "Look, I could not help throwing up! You brought it upon yourself for trying to ruin my life. I was bound to get overly upset eventually!"

His eyes widened and his whole body visibly relaxed more as if he was shocked to hear me to talk, and I like, knocked him out of a trance of some sort. He shot a glance at me and frowned in confusion. "Huh? What did you say?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "I said, I did not mean to throw up so you don't have be all mad about it. I mean, come on, you did kind of kidnap me and threaten Jesse and me…it is your own fault."

An amused smirk played on his lips as he kept his eyes on the road and drove on, "Yeah, I know. Don't worry about it."

"I wasn't planning on worrying about it," I shot back. "I find it rather funny, in fact. Good luck getting that oh so yummy puke smell out."

Paul scrowled and replied with, "If I were you, I'd watch what I said because, Hun, you are on the border line of loosing your Lover forever."

Ok, you know what? Now I am mad. Can Paul think of anything else to say anymore? Its always 'Jesse is going to die,' or 'You know not what you are dealing with, Suze, I am powerful!' Powerful my ass! "Yeah, but you know what Paul? You aren't me, so stop telling me what I should or should not do! It is super annoying, and I am so sick of your 'Holier than thou' attitude. Or should I say 'more powerful than thou' attitude seeing that you are the exact opposite of anything that is holy. You…" Calm yourself Suze. You do not want to anger Paul too much and not get a chance to safe yourself or Jesse. I sighed and continued with, "You are not worthy of my insults anymore."

Paul did not reply to my refusal of vocally abusing him anymore so the air was thick with silence the rest of the car ride to his house. We pulled up into his driveway and Paul finally broke the silence saying, "I am almost sorry I had to do this to you Suze, but there was no other way for you to realize you belong with me."

My face scrunched up in a look of disgust. "You have got to be kidding me. Are you seriously still hung up on that? You yourself said what Jesse and I have is the real deal which is why he came back to life. So, uh, you are wrong, I so do not belong with you at all."

Paul's face clouded over with anger and said, "I am never wrong. There are ways to change how you feel about him. I am not stupid, I realize that just getting rid of Jesse is not enough for you to fall for me. In fact it would probably make you dislike me ever more…"

I snorted and said, "Yeah, you got that right, Devil Boy." Yes, real mature, I know.

Paul cocked an eyebrow at me and said, "What happened to me not being worthy of your insults? Anyway like I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me, just getting rid of Jesse would make you dislike me even more and I would never get you as my own, but I know how to make you forget all about him and what happened in the past. I know you Suze, you would fall for me like a bee attracted to a flower."

"First off, no, that is just wrong and gross!" This is what I said but I couldn't help but think that he was probably right. If I had met Paul before Jesse and fallen for him first he would have never done the things he did in the past…so why wouldn't I like Paul if I had no memory of his past actions? "And second off…why are we still in your car? The puke smell is making me feel sick again."

As soon as the threat of me getting sick again came up Paul jumped out of his car and basically ran to my car door and opened it for me. I looked at him questionably as I stood up out of the car and he said, "Kidnapped or not and what is it you called me? Oh yeah, Devil Boy, I can still have good manors."

I laughed bitterly and said, "For some reason the name Paul and the word manors do not normally associate with each other in my mind. I mean, hello, you just kidnapped me…or I guess threatened me to come."

Paul sighed and said, "Fine. If you want me to play the role of evil rough kidnapper, then your wish is my command," With that Paul reached over and picked me up with one arm so I was thrown over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

Whoa. Did he seriously just pick me up like that? I started pounding my fists against his back in attempt for him to let go of me but he just chuckled and said, "Thanks Suze for the back massage. It feels great."

I frowned at him even though he could not see me and realized if I was going to hurt him it would have to be with an object. There were no objects within my reach though. What is a girl to do? Well, I do not know what a normal girl would do, but THIS girl would use her mighty shifter skills and call something to me. Now that I am behind Paul there is less chance that he would notice a random object appear. What is something that is hard…and could really hurt if smashed on someone? Oh! I got it! I closed my eyes and pictured a flowerpot, as in one of those big ceramic ones and concentrated on it extremely hard so it would appear in my hands. I could see the orange-y clay color of the pot and smell the flowers and feel the dirt. "Please work…" I silently thought in my mind. Yes! I felt something appear in my hands, it worked! Wait, no…this is way too light to be a flowerpot. Before I opened my eyes I closed my hands around the objects and felt a sharp prick in my hand. I could not help but let out a loud, "Ouch!" my eyes flew open and I saw that my so-called flowerpot was nothing but a single flower. A rose to be exact.

Paul's head turned somewhat and asked, "What? Did I knock you against something? I am sorry…but you are the one who was being difficult.."

I hurriedly said, "Oh…it was nothing…I just sort of hit the door frame when we turned…"

He kept on walking until we reached the stairs and he said, "Hang on, I am carrying you up." His grip around me tightened, as did my grip around him. I so did not trust him carrying me without dropping me down the stairs.

As we started up them I said, "Uh, Paul? Wouldn't it be easier if I just walked up the stairs? I do not want you to hurt yourself…" Even though I was well aware that I weighed basically nothing compare to what Paul could lift.

I could almost hear the rolling of his eyes in his voice when he said, "I am fiiine. You are like a feather, but oooh…what is that pleasant scent?"

Crap! The rose! I looked down at my hands and realized I was still holding onto the rose and its scent was actually quite strong. I threw it so I fell behind us down the stairs and said, "I have no idea what you are talking about, uh, maybe you are coming down with something? I once heard of uh this illness in which you started smelling really random pleasant scents and within a half hour you go blind and then die!"

By this time we made it into Paul's room and I was surprisingly not harmed from the stairs adventure. He set me down and closed the door shut and looked at me with a look of mock hurt, "Are you trying to hint at you want me dead?" I felt my face turn slightly pink at his words even though I know he was only joking around. He walked past me and sat down on his bed and looked at me oddly, "I bet you wonder why you only were able to call a rose to you instead of a flowerpot, eh?"

"Not really I kind of just assumed my powers were being stupid again…hey…wait. How did you know? Even if you saw the rose, which I know you didn't, how did you know I was going to call a flowerpot?" I was stunned. I was dumbfounded. I was…in way over my head again.

He smirked and said, "I am Paul. What else is there to say?"

"My, my, Mr. Cocky. Seriously. How did you know…and…what time is it?" it suddenly hit me that I was not at a normal shifter lesson. Instead I am trapped within Paul's bedroom with Jesse out there by himself doing who knows what and we are running out of time. Time. I keep running back to time…I need to figure this out…

"It is 3:45. You still have like 4 hours or so, do not worry. It does not really matter though, because you will not beat me…so I guess you should worry," Paul started chuckling to himself at his sad attempt to be funny.

I stood there glaring at him. "Paul? Do me a favor and shut up, ok? I really do not think you are serious. Why am I to believe that you have all this power to make a human turn to ghost and sucked away to the Shadow Land?" Wait. For me or Paul to get to the Shadow Land we would have to shift…which is also the way I would transport myself from one place to another. Shift…could shifting help me at all? Paul did say he has counterattacks to all my powers so I highly doubt he's keeping the realm open right now.

An evil glint glowed in Paul's eyes and his smile sent chills down my spine…and not good chills either. "You want me to prove myself? You think I am bluffing? Girl, you know not what you are forcing me to do, but I am more than willing to do this. I was going to wait till time was almost up, but I might as well get it over with."

Paul suddenly stood up and took a few steps towards me, but instead of advancing towards me like I thought he was going to, he stopped in the middle of the room and closed his eyes. He took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. His arms were tense and bent and his hands were in fists. His face was scrunched up in concentration, and he was focusing on, well whatever it was, so hard his body started to shake slightly. Suddenly a deep yet piercing yell came out of him and his eyes opened wide and a figure appeared before both of us.

I gasped out and screamed, "Jesse!" My eyes were locked on Jesse who seemed to be in some sort of force field unable to move. A faint blue, glowing aura was surrounding him, but not the type ghosts have. This was more of a prison-binding aura. I was stunned that Paul was not bluffing. My eyes went wide and I shrieked to Paul, "What did you do to him?"

Paul looked casually at Jesse as if it was something you saw everyday. "Oh, that? Its nothing really…it is just a castostoma. It slowly sucks the life from poor Jesse's body. The more life energy that is sucked from him, the brighter the aura around him gets until it is so blinding it fills the room and then bang! Jesse is back to being a ghost. He then has five minutes before he is sucked up and gone forever."

How is Paul able to state things like that so calm? That is the difference between him and normal people. He is able to destroy lives and not care one bit assuming it gets him what he wants. "You cannot be serious…" was all I was able to muster from my brain. I was in a near state of shock. I mean, Jesse is going to die. He is going to die and not ever come back. I locked eyes with Jesse and ran over to where he was. When I tried to reach out to Jesse, the substance around him would not let me get to him. It was as if it formed a mini prison around him. "Jesse?" I whispered. "What are we going to do?"

His eyes had the deepest look of despair in them. His deep, normally silky voice was now shaking as he said, "I do not know Querida. I don't know…"

I was on the verge of tears now as I said back, "I…I cannot loose you. Not when we were so close to being near normal. I…love you."

Paul interrupted us with a laugh. "Yes, and I am sure he loves you too, my dear, but the fact of the matter is, he is going to die. Oh yes. I forgot to mention that as the castostoma sucks more life out of him, he starts feeling intense pain. It is like millions of needles poking into your skin, removing your blood, but in this case it is not blood. It is his soul…his being…his strength. By the time the castostoma is done with him he will look like a rag doll…and act like one too."

"You are a monster. No matter what spell or whatever you are going to put on me to make me love you it will not work! You know why? Because…because…Love is my power not yours!" I frowned slightly at myself wondering where that came from and where exactly I was going with this. I think I sort of just wanted to spite him. I looked over at Jesse really quick and cleared my throat and looked back at Paul. "Uh, yeah I mean come on. You can be the best at everything! Have you even ever had any experience in the Love power department? NO! you know why? 'Cause everyone hates you and you are…mean…and…and you are…devious…and just not a nice person! And un-nice people don't understand the power of Love because they are lacking love in their life. You are not close to your parents at all…and you treat your dying Grandpa like crap…and I bet you never talk to your brother anymore…and you just use girls and you have no real friends. You are just…a horrible person! So take that! Its my power not yours!"

I took a deep breath and looked at Paul who was just staring at me with an eyebrow cocked. "Are you finished?"

I sighed and said, "Yeah…but it is mine. Is there nothing I can do to save him?"

Paul looked at me like I was crazy. "Maybe there is but do you seriously think I would tell you how? I want to win, not teach you a lesson."

Ah. Stupid question on my part. I shot him the death glare and said, "Fine. I will figure it out myself. I am smart…enough. And I have more powers than you know!" Or so I hoped…

A/N. Ok folks. I am nearing the end of our little adventure together…only a few more chapters left to go.

castostoma- a somewhat made up word by Michelle for my story. It is the thing Paul did to Jesse to slowly suck his life away

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