Chapter two

A rude awakening

If I didn't have a headache before I sure would now. Because guess where I was standing, this very minute? Come on, can you guess?

Shadowland.

And I thought I had seen the last of this damn place. The next time I want to see this place is when it is my own turn to walk through a door. Or to be struck down to hell. Ouch. Of course, seeing the gladiator dude for my own self wouldn't be too bad. Would it? Getting ahead of myself. Suze, snap out of it!

Anyway, back to the present. The fog licked at my heels as I stared ahead of me. What I saw was someone of whom I did not wish to see. But, because of the deal I had agreed to, that would not be possible. Damn. Nothing ever goes right for me. God must really have a grudge against me. But I swear! The stain in Father Doms robes will come out!

So, there he was. Staring at me. His eyes fixed on my face. Oh, man. Why did he have to look so good? Standing there with that curly brown hair of his that fell down his forehead a short ways. And those muscles....

Suze! Pay attention!

"Paul, what do you want?" I asked annoyed. I was actually really tired. It had been night out when I fell off the window seat. "Why did I come here when I hit my head?"

He smiled. Oh, god. So...tempting. Bad. Bad, Suze! "You're here, because I called you here. I got to you before your dreams could take your mind." He was walking up to me, all the while chatting away as if he were some paranormal teacher, or whatever. "Welcome to your first shifting lesson, Suze."

To say I wasn't stunned, would be an understatement. No. I was going out of my mind. For one thing, yes. I had agreed to the lessons. But I wasn't actually planning on going to any of them! Of course the terms were: I have to accompany Paul for shifting lessons or Jesse gets exorcised. Or worse. Even though I wasn't planning on going to any of the lessons I still wanted to learn about shifting. And now, I just wanted to get out of this place! It gave me the creeps!

"You had to bring me here, without my permission, and without informing me first about it?!" I yelled at Paul. Okay, I was mad. I mean, you would be too if the guy you despised most in all of the world was convinced that he was in love with you and that one day he would have you. And there is also the whole thing with him Sexually harassing me, exorcising my dead boyfriend, trashing my house, and lying!

So, you can see why I hated his guts. I so, did not want to be here, at this time, alone. With HIM.

"Well, how else was I going to get you here?" He asked holding out his hands that were once resting inside his tight jean pockets. "I know you, Suze. I knew you weren't going to come to the meetings willingly. And, I also knew that to get you up here, I had to find the right time to bring you up here, myself."

Ooooooo! I wanted SO bad to kick his smart, sexy, rich ass! But, I didn't have the energy. So I just stood there and waited patiently for the lesson to begin. Hopefully, this time, there would be no kissing me from him. Not in a horizontal way-or vertical way, for that matter! No way, is the best way.

"Alright." I heaved a sigh. "Do with me what you want." Did I just say that out loud? I must have, because he gave me this suggesting smirk that he always had. So I had to hurry up and clean my mess. "Not any of what you are wanting, Paul." I growled. His smirk faded at that and he backed off.

"I know, Suze." He said, sadly. "Alright, where to begin, then?" His hands were once again placed in his pockets.

(P&P:I am a true Jesse/Suze fan, but I do like Paul.)

He rolled his eyes as he was thinking. I decided to take a walk down the hall. So, just like Paul had done, I shoved my hands into my boxer pockets and walked. The hallway, thankfully, went on forever. So, I didn't have to stop, turn around, and go back to Paul. But, just as I was about to take another step, someone materialized right in front of me.

I'm not going to say that I didn't jump. I'm also not going to say that I screamed either. Because I didn't. Scream, I mean. I looked up at the person to only find that it was Paul. With a smirk etched in his face.

"That, is materializing, Suze." He said, happily.

I couldn't figure out what would be more effective. Knee to his groin, or elbow to his face. Hmmm……

"Neither, would be my preference." He whispered. Huh?

What did he mean by that? Now, I was really weirded out.

"You were thinking of which way would be more effective, to either knee me in the nuts, or elbow me in the face-"

On the word FACE, I kneed him in the GROIN (I prefer GROIN over NUTS). He landed on his knees holding his… well you know. He was moaning and bent down to touch his head to the floor that wasn't there. I laughed.

"I guess the knee to the groin was the better choice." I started to walk off, but Paul grabbed my ankle and I fell forwards.

I didn't hit my head on the floor. I put my arms out before my face came in contact with it. I coughed uncontrollably as I was flipped over. Paul rolled onto me, straddling my waist.

"Paul (cough) what (cough) are you (cough) doing?" From the tears in my eyes (Due to the coughing, I swear!) I could faintly make out a smirk on his face. I squirmed. I found my arms and pushed on his chest. I didn't have much of my normal strength at this moment because I was still coughing. And I had a teenage guy sitting on me.

So when I pushed him, he didn't go anywhere. I kept my hands at his chest, just incase I could muster up some energy and attempt at pushing him off, again. But, he took my hands in his and looked at them. Studied them, is more like it. He held my hands so that my palms were facing him. He ran a finger across my palm- I'm assuming, he was tracing a line.

"Hmm…" He had my palm close to his face. But it was far enough away so that I could slam it into his face quickly. Damn. "Very interesting, Suze. I must say that you're a very unique girl. I like that." He brought my hands up to his mouth and kissed them both gently. I flinched. Hey, this was no picnic, let me tell you. Because next, he licked my knuckles. On both hands.

"Paul, what are you doing?" I asked. My heart rate sped up as soon as he had taken my hands. I hated this affect he had on me. It was sickening.

"Just, introducing your hands to me." He grinned, kissing my knuckles, one at a time.

"Why are you introducing-" Then It dawned one me."-you are not doing anything with my hands, Paul." I said, figuring out what he meant. I was NOT going to be using my hands on Paul. No way, no how.

"Oh, I'm not." His grin widened. "You are."

My hands lost all feeling in them. But, they were still moving. Not by my control. My fingers were twirling and stretching without my thought. I had lost control over my hands and it had been given by Paul Slater. Oh, this was not good. Not good, at all. Just think of what he could do with my hands- I don't want to even think about it!

Paul slowly let go of my hands and rested his own on my sides. His thumbs rested on my stomach. Both close to my belly button. We both watched, as my hands crawled their way up his chest and snaked around his neck. I could feel myself doing this but I had no say or control over any of it.

"What are you doing? How are you doing that?" I asked, my voice squeaky.

"Mind control." He said casually, with a hint of happiness. "Lesson one: Mind reading and mind control. Mind reading, is when a shifter can pick any person they want around them and pick at their brain. I did that with you, Suze. Mind control, is when a shifter can take control of a persons functions and make them do things they want. As you can see, your hands around my neck." He grinned.

"Ok." I said. Maybe he wasn't going to do anything. Maybe this was just apart of his lesson. Yeah. Oh, come on. Suze, you really need to listen to what you're saying before you do something you regret. "How do you do it, exactly?" I asked, wonderingly.

He smiled again. "You think about the person of whose mind you want to read. Right now, you want to know if I am going to try anything. Well, I don't know. We'll have to wait and see." He smirked suggestively. "You then concentrate on the persons

thoughts. Wonder, is the way. You have to WONDER what they're thinking to find out. Curiosity, will also be a big help. Now, concentrate. Visualize the person, and then wonder."

So, I did. I pictured Paul and wondered what he was thinking. Some things, were already known to me. He wanted to know about his parents, how they were doing. He wanted to know many times it would take for me to say yes to going out with him. Uh… maybe like forever, bud.

I saw him smile and then I heard his though. Oh, God. He sent me more than one though at a time. And both of them were not what I wanted to hear. The first was: I wonder what bra size she wears. The second was: I wonder what she tastes like. Okay, that was enough for me.

"Paul, you are a disgusting piece of sh-" I didn't get to finish. Because, right when I was spouting out one of my favorite words, Paul leaned down and kissed me.

(P&P: Thanks for the reviews. The guy is…You'll have to wait and see. Sorry, I'm not one to spoil anything. I believe that if the author knows, but the characters don't, I wont tell anyone. If that makes sense. Anyways, I'm glad everyone who has reviewed likes my story so far. I don't really understand this whole way of getting the chapters onto the site, but I'm trying. Enjoy!)