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Chapter 7 (Shadowland)
I standing in the cemetery in a black dress, something respectful but not something my grandmother would wear, Jimmy Choos and a simple silver necklace. I placed a single red rose in Bryce's coffin and, glanced at the grave stone that said 'Bryce Martinsen: Loving son, brother and friend, may he rest in peace'. I walked over to stand near Father D who was on the podium. That's right I was at Bryce's funeral and so was Heather with a smug look on her face. I wanted to bash her in but Father D said we must refrain for now to show respect and not look like complete weirdos. The weirdo thing was from me and the respect thing was from Father Dom. Hold the phone! Didn't I exorcise Heather. Yeah, I thought so too until she showed up in my Algerbra couch wailing, weeping, screaming and waving her arms around like a freaking spice girl. I did something wrong. First, Father D was amd at me but after Heather tried to drown on eof the nuns in the fountain, he saw my point of view.
If your wondering what happened with my little out burst in the hospital, I said soory to Fzther Dom, he said sorry to me. We made up. The end. Paul was reluctant o talk about my little out burst, so I let it drop with him.
While Father Dom was in his yawn speech and a lot of people had tears running down their faces (or in Bryce's mom's case, sobbing hysterically), I noticed Paul. He wasn't alone. He was talking to some hot lationo guy. I would ask him about it after the ceremony. After about fifteen minutes of Father D's bla bla blas, the coffin was lowered into the grave and the funeral was over. Every one except Bryce's close family and Father D drifted away, including Heather. Though, this time, she was gone for good. She had done what she wanted to do. She killed Bryce.
I covertly marched up behind Paul. He was still talking to the latino dude. He looked angry and on the verge of pummeling this guy (wh owas alive). They both hadn't noticed me yet.
"Boo" I whispered close to his ear, returning the favour of what he did to me thousands of times. He whizzed around, shocked . I grinned at the expression on his face. Quickly, his face turned from a pissed off expression to a happy one.
"Who's he?" I asked Paul, pointing to the latino guy whow as even hotter closer up.
"It's Rico Suave" Paul replied in a bored tone and rolled his blue eyes. I stared a Paul, hoping for a real answer. He didn't provide one.
"Jesse. Jesse De Silva. The nephew of Father Domonic. He is the brother of my mother. I'm a mediator…like you, I presume" the latino guy broke in. Father Dom has a nephew who's a mediator (who's also latino and hot)! He never told me this. I guess, we've only known each other for a few weeks or so.
"Rico Suave suits you better though" Paul joked. Jesse glared at him. They shot daggers at each othe (not literally).
"I'm a shifter, not a mediator" I distracted both of them from their stare down.
"Oh" Jesse smiled at me. Paul rolled his eyes and dematerialized.
"Wanna go see Father D? He should be back in his office by now" I asked.
"Sure" Jesse answered. This guy, I 'll like…I think.
A/N: Shadowland is done. Ninth Key coming up!
Cathy: I can't say who she's gonna end up with.
Emerald Eyes x2: I know it wasn't my best work but I was watching the first season of Buffy, when she had her litlle out burst and I thought Suze should have one too.
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