Chapter seven
New found friend
After I fell asleep and woke up to Jesse staring at me with Loving sexy eyes, I changed into my ghost busting clothes and climbed out my window. Jesse, of course, didn't have to climb out my window. He gladly dematerialized to the front porch and watched me with hilarity as I jumped from the roof. Landing on my feet was a piece of cake. But the icing was a little messed up, because as soon as I landed on my feet did I loose my balance and fall on my butt.
As I laid sprawled out on the ground I could hear Jesse chuckling to himself. Only, I could hear him. And with every new spiel of laughing did I grow more and more pissed off than I already was.
"You know," I started, breathing and acting as if all of this was really amusing, "As I lie here, I can't help but comment, the reason I am sprawled out on my back is because you didn't help me down, so I lost my balance. Now, if you would be so kind as to lift me up off of this god forsaken ground that has now ruined my best ghost busting outfit and probably put in a stain, I would be happy not, to exorcise you."
I saw him smile as he materialized by my side, hauling me up onto my feet. I dusted off the front-AND BACK!- side of me as Jesse looked at my front door. What he was looking at, I do not know. And probably wouldn't know either. Because, right when I was about to ask him, this huge animal came out of nowhere and tackled me back to the ground.
And I had just dusted myself off, too. What is my mom going to say now, trying to get the stains out now. And what about the rips? This is my favorite GB gear!
Alright, I admit, I was downright pissed. There was no way that this thing was going to ruin my best gear. No way Jose!
So, I kicked that sucker off of me and climbed to my feet. I looked over to the thing that was on me and saw that it was getting the crap kicked out of it by Jesse. Man, did he look hot. Jesse, I mean. Not the monster.
"Susannah! Run!" Jesse yelled.
What did he think I was? A defenseless little rabbit? HELL NO! I am an ass beating chick who doesn't take no crap from anyone. Well, except my Dad. Hey, I can't help it. He may be dead, but he can still get pissed and make objects fly across the room at you without even touching them with his hands. Yeah. Not so fun.
So, I stood up, and tried to get a look at my attacker. It appeared to be an animal of some sort. It looked like a wolf. But it was too big to be one. So, that didn't give me too many options of what I should do. I mean, if it is a wolf, I should try to get my butt inside the house and alert the fam'.
Anyways, back to the whole fight between Jesse and the hell beast. Or whatever it was. Jesse was taking a pretty bad beating. I mean, he would get a few good swings in, but it didn't seem to phase the thing any. Jesse, on the other hand. Took every hit and scratch painfully. My heart ached watching him get torn to shreds. Even if his shirt was ripped off and his sexy abs were glowing in the moonlight.
I don't know why I did it, but I did. I lifted my head up and peered at the moon. It was full tonight. Big, and beautiful. And, it had one of those cloudy rings around it like the moon sometimes does.
My Dad used to tell me, that if you made a wish on the night when the moon was full and was circled by a ring, it would come true. Not that I ever believed him though. I mean, no, I have not made any wishes on these kinds of nights. Not that I've seen that many to begin with. But I saw it now. And I remembered what my Dad had told me. So, I just said, What the hell. And made a wish.
When I opened my eyes I saw Jesse dangling from beneath the beasts fist. So, I decided to do something.
NO, I did NOT RUN.
No. Quite the contrary. I, uh…..
I punched the thing.
Yeah, yeah. Not too swift and stealthy of me, eh?
Well, the good thing is: the beast let go of Jesse.
The bad thing is: the thing turned to me and stood up as a tall as it could go. And let me just say this: It was almost as tall as the roof. Maybe the same height. I looked over at Jesse. He wouldn't be getting up anytime soon to help me. He was ghostly unconscious. No one could really help me. Well, except Paul and Father Dom. But, were they anywhere around here to help me? Nope.
Ok. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't nervous.
I was.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't shaking.
I was.
I would be lying if I said that I wasn't pissed.
Because boy was I. I mean, this thing knocked out Jesse. HE KNOCKED OUT JESSE!!! You just don't go and do that. No, no. AND, this thing was probably the reason for those deaths in what-you-ma-call-it. Now, I have to mediate these ghosts so that they can move on and I can have them out of my hair. Even though I haven't even met them yet.
Stupid Paul.
I looked back up at the wolf thing and saw spit slid from its massive jaws, hitting the ground in long stringy pieces. Ok, that grossed me out. Hey, if you saw an 8 foot monster wolf thing staring at you with its mouth wide open, and suddenly saw spit trails falling from its mouth, you would be grossed out too. Hopefully the thing would keep its gooey spity mouth away from my boots. If it doesn't, there would be hell to pay.
So, there we were. Staring at each other. Waiting for the other to make a move. I sure as hell wasn't making the first move. I usually do. But this time, I thought it to be better to see what this thing could do, before I went and made a mistake.
It let out a howl.
Ok, if I wasn't scared before…..
I was now….
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P&P: Hey guys!!!! Sorry it's been a while since I updated. Last night I had finished this chapter and then the program shut down, and I lost everything. Well, two pages. I don't know if this version of chapter seven is any longer. I have been busy with my film as well, so that has slowed me down on the updating. Anyways, I hope all of you like this chapter. Thank you for all of your previous reviews! I really do appreciate them all! Makes me know that I am doing a somewhat good job.
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