(THANK GOD! My film group is finally done shooting! Holy cow! Anyways, I don't know if any of you know, but I wrote the script, I am the assistant director, and I starred as the lead role. Now I have a sun burn, because we did a shot on a hill at the graveyard, and we were in direct sunlight. I feel horrible. My throat is itchy, my head hurts, my eyes hurt, my nose is runny, and the skin where I got sunburned hurts really bad. I was a real trooper and a hard worker. So, if you ever do get to see this film, you will know what I had to go through to film it. Because I felt the same while I was filming it, as I do now.)

Chapter eight

And boy, was I beginning to shake. I clenched my fists as tight as I could, to keep them from doing that. Shake, I mean. It was horrible. Feeling like this. Scared. And lonely. And vulnerable. I mean, It's not like anyone could actually help me without getting their head cut off or what not. And I don't think that would be a good thing.

Unless Brad came out and didn't happen to notice me and seemingly nothing, waiting to fight, and I just so happened to backup his way, and the beast had miraculously mistaken his head for mine. But, what are the chances of that happening? And with my luck, that wouldn't happen.

Unfortunately.

The wolf thing leaned over, sniffing the air below. I followed its every move, waiting for the attack. I was hoping there wouldn't be one, but I know how much God despises of me. I'm not the perfect little mediator he may had pictured. But I try. I really do. I'm a good little girl.

Well…

…most of the time.

I was brought back to reality by a swift punch. I didn't know of whom it was from. But I knew that it was strong. Well, ok. I had an idea of who or really what it had come from. Of course it had come from the werewolf thing. That hairy piece of crap. I'd like to get my hands on that thing. Well, I couldn't exactly do that now. Seeing as how I was lying facedown on the ground, stifling out bits of laughter because my arm hurt. I shifted a bit to see my arm. I had landed on it when I was punched. I looked closer, seeing blood. Looking even closer, I could see white jutting out from my skin.

My arm was broken. A compound fracture as it is called. Boy, did it hurt too. But, with me, it hurt so bad I just laughed.

Tears were now streaming down my face. My arm was stinging, my cheek was stinging, and my eyes were stinging. Something wet and sticky was running down my face. And it wasn't tears or sweat either. At this point, yes, I was sweating.

I found that my other arm was in good shape, and lifted my hand to my face. As soon as the tips of my fingers brushed lightly against my skin, enormous pain raged throughout my face. I pulled my hand away revealing splotches of blood. The damn thing had scratched me on the face. It hadn't punched me. It had thrown its claws across my cheeks.

I could only imagine what I looked like right about now to anyone who passed by.

I looked up. Searching for the beast. I found him. Hovering over me with hungry jaws. A mass amount of spit came tumbling down the side of its mouth.

I sat still. Not moving. I feared that if I did, that thing would pounce on me. And then I would be seeing the world through a new glow.

He didn't move. Not an inch. It was strange. But as soon as I started to even breathe, did his dark brown eyes begin to follow me. I mean it, it was creepy. Nothing else on his body moved except his eyes.

Have you seen that movie? The one with the creeper? His eyes were the scariest part of him. Not his jagged teeth or his flabby face. No. His eyes.

Eyes usually are the only part of a creature that scare you. I mean, if you watch a movie, and the killer or animal who is trying to kill the hormone driven teens opens its eyes very fast, everyone in the theatre screams. Why? I do not know.

I closed my eyes trying to picture something happy. I had a feeling I wasn't going to get out of this. It was only a feeling. But the damn thing was strong. I knew I wasn't going to be able to fight this thing if it pounced on me. I knew I wasn't going to just shift up to the Shadowland. Hell no. I remember what Dr. Slaski said about that place. I wouldn't dare go up there.

Well…unless I was there saving my ghostly boyfriend.

I heard a growl erupt through the calm silence. Calm? Hell no. I was far from calm. But, in a way, I guess I was calm. I mean, I was about to die. Meet my maker. Whatever. That sounded almost fantastic.

Then I opened my eyes. And saw the creature leaning over me. His lips drawn back into a growling sneer. I held my breath as I watched it lick its hungry lips and lunge at me.

Only, it didn't get too far.

Two ghostly arms wrapped around its neck and gave it a good twist. I closed my eyes briefly relieved.

"Querida…?" Came the softest voice I had ever heard.

Tears brimmed my eyes as relief filled me. And it clicked. Jesse had saved me. Once again, Jesse had saved me.

"Querida." His voice sounded worried and more insistent. I didn't answer. I just wanted to lay here and go to sleep. "Susannah!"

My eyes snapped open at his tone. He was kneeling at my side, holding my hand, and cupping my face in the other. His eyes were wide with fear. Fear for me.

"Jesse." I chocked out. I was still crying. Damn.

"Susannah, can you walk?" He asked slowly so I could understand.

I was beginning to get a little woozy. Must have been the blood loss.

"I don't know. I think my arm is broken and…" My eyes got huge. "Oh god! How does my face look?" I screamed in horror. I probably looked awful. Not that I ever didn't.

Jesse seemed to notice the scratches on my face and the blood dripping from the slices in my flesh. "Oh my god, Querida. What has happened? We need to get you to a doctor!"

"No, Jesse. I can't go to a doctor. Too many questions. Can you just help me up to my room, before that thing wakes up?" I could see over Jesses shoulder that the beast was twitching. Its bones probably moving back into place.

"Of course, Querida." And with that, he scooped me up in his arms. He had to let me go a couple of times so we could climb back through my window. Then, he shut and locked it, looking out over the yard around my house.

He had set me in my bed and tucked me in under the covers with a reassuring kiss on my forehead. He had also cleaned the scratch marks on my face and covers them with small band aids. My arm. You know, the broken one. He took a pillowcase and wrapped it around the fracture. He said that it would have to do until I got to a doctor. Which would be happening tomorrow after he took me to Father Doms. With that kiss he was reassuring me that I was safe as long as he was watching.

"Jesse." I whispered.

Apparently it wasn't a whisper since Jesse turned around and was at my side quickly. He took hold of my hand, and brought it to his lips in a soft and gentle kiss.

"I am so sorry, Querida." He breathed.

"About what?" I asked weakly. I was tired. More than tired. Beaten exhaustedly.

"For not being there to help you. For not being able to protect you. I could have prevented this." He said this, motioning at my injuries.

"You did what you could. Held it off as long as possible. Then you were beaten unconscious. If you were alive, you would be dead right now.-" In a way that did not sound so right. "-You came back fine in the end. You saved my life. Again." I smiled reassuringly.

He smiled, leaned down, and kissed me.

"I love you, Susannah." He whispered against my lips.

"I love you, Jesse" I breathed back before I fell into a deep sleep.

(P&P: Okie doke! There you go! Woooo!!!! I like this chapter. Well, somewhat. Sorry Its been a while since I updated! Sorry sorry sorry! Oh yeah! I got a new baby bunny. I named it booger. He he. I know. Weird name. But, hey, I like that word, and she looks like a booger, so…. Anyways, hope you liked the chapter! R&R!)