Chapter 10 (Ninth Key)
Suze's POVIt was only 3:30 and I already felt dead to the world. You would too if you had forty billion text books on your back, a Paul Slater making his stupid presence known every two minutes and a bio teacher that ends to spit while talking 'bout neurons. My life sucks. I know.
Jesse and Paul were already in the office when I got there, glaring daggers at each other. Father D was palying with his pack of ciggies again
"Hey" I greeted them.
No one answered. Hello to you too.
"Susannah, we have a slight problem"
"Goody" I rolled my eyes. "What?"
"Look behind you"
A very alive Paul stood…and a dead Paul behind me.
Oh, shit.
Paul's POV (alive)
I'm trapped in the 21st century with my ghost, a priest, a girl and the descendant of my fiancé.
I must be insane.
The girl's eyes were wide. Her clothes revealed more than a lady should. A shifter. She was a shifter, like me. There was no doubt, she was beautiful. Maybe even as beautiful as my wife-to-be Maria. She looked from me to my ghost.
"Holy crap. This is some Jerry Springer shit" the girl cursed.
"Susannah! Language" the priest raised his voice. Jesse De Silva and my ghost glared at each other, looking ready fro murder. My ghost smirked a bit at Susannah's comment. He was very different than me. Rude, american-accented. I don't like him one bit. I hate myself. Some one send for the doctor, I'm a maniac.
Jesse's POVSusannah cursed, looking from the dead ghost to the alive one. Her green eyes wide. She sunk into a chair.
"How? What? When?" she started blabbering.
"I was a shifter. Me, of a different century, ame to the future" dead Paul explained.
"For what?" Suze asked.
"Some kinda cure for my ex fiancé" dead Paul kept on going.
"What cure?"
"She has some kind of supernatural disease" Father D answered. Alive Paul kept quiet.I like him more than the dead Paul is all I have to say.
Paul's POV (dead)
Suze looked gorgeous even confused and tottaly wigged out. I looked at my alive self, who was standing there quietly. God, I was such a ponce. He looked at Suze, staring at her outfit. Bit too much skin for ya, eh? She was wearing tight black capris and a very small grey tank top with flip flops. Damn.
I could tell alive me didn't like me. Myself doesn't like me. My dead life is so fucked up. My alive self is now in the future and I'm in love with an alive shifter. I wish I could commit suicide.
Suze sunk into a chair and started asking questions. Boring. Can we please get to the part where we send his ass packing back to his century?
A/N: I know it's short. Sozz.