**well heres the next chappie folks, sorry about the extremely long wait,
ive had this lying around for a while now but with exams and stuff I
haven`t had time to post it hehe! Anyway, hope its worth the wait! Please
read and review! ENJOY =) **
I shuffled backwards on the bed, rolling away from the darkness leering down at me. Clutching Jesse's miniature tightly, I managed to manoeuvre myself so that I was sitting on the opposite end of the bed.
Trouble is, ghosts can materialise wherever they want, and this particular one wanted to be right in front of me.
"What are you doing here?" I spat out, teeth clenched and mouth forming a firm grimace. My eyes were blazing, wherever I looked I saw red radiating back at me.
I thought that was just a saying, you know - seeing red as in when you're angry. not so much anymore.
"Just paying a friendly visit darlin`" the woman said, her voice was like thorns - coiling around me to the state of suffocation, knives digging into my bloodstream cutting off my circulation.
My life.
Standing up, I cam face to face with the ice-bitch, "You couldn't pay a friendly visit to your own mother!" I screamed, pushing past her I went to sit in the window seat.
The empty window seat might I add.
No Jesse.
Just great.
She came sauntering over ever so casually, long midnight black curls swishing against her back like a light breeze - or a tornado whichever suits- tight fitting bodice clinging to her olive skin like blood to a knife, her knife - in someone else's body. Her hoop skirt was wobbling as she moved, swaying from side to side I was sure if I just pushed her gently, considering the weight of it, she would just -
"But I've changed Susannah, I'm no longer the person I was." She sounded almost sincere, I almost felt intrigued to listen and add my input, of course.
"No, you're worse." I muttered under my breath, feeling her eyes on me I started to get up, to run - go grab Andy's tools that I kept, just in case, you know I had to deal with a very uncooperative ghost.
"But I have Susannah." she said softly, almost too softly - considering this was the woman who had tried to kill me several times, "Just give me chance to prove it."
I sighed, she did sound different - human almost. A faint smile was spread across her lips as I noticed her approaching me at a quicker pace, within minutes her presence was smothering me - energy wrapping tightly around me and digging deeply until it could go no further.
The moonlight streamed through the window, casting gentle lemon shivers over her flawless complexion - even death hadn't scarred her physically. Waves of powdered dust settled on her skin, dissolving into her like sherbet on your tongue - soft and sweet - with bitter undertones. If I hadn't glanced at her the moment I did, I never would have seen it. There was a predatory gleam in her ebony eyes, huntress in the middle of a big game.
I could see it in her.
I don't know why but I had a bad feeling about everything right about then, "No" I spat out, eventually answering her unasked question of `would I give her a chance`
"No" I repeated again, lingering fear burning the back of my throat like alcohol too strong for digestion. Anticipation lined the pit of my stomach with such a fierce intensity I felt tingles rippling through me, like a waterfall cascading over rocks or the ocean during the onset of a storm.
Her face hardened, "What do you mean no?" she said, it was obvious from her tone that the words were forced - she was trying to keep the gentle tone in her voice but with ever bitter syllable that passed her acid mouth, it was fading away.
"Just like I said it. No." I mumbled, I tried desperately to get my tone to be hard and fearful - you know, like the warrior chicks in those movies, but lets just face it. Susannah Simon is no warrior chick. My voice sounded more like a strangled animal of some sort - all shaky and barely a whisper.
"Fine then - we'll do it my way." she grinned, scarlet tinged lips shimmering with streaks of moonlight as that amoral twinkle took pride position in her eyes.
Then, before I had time to stop it, move, or anything - a hand stretched out - almost like a reflex action - sharp and harsh, like that of a tiger and it rested over my mouth - limiting my abilities to speak, scream or whatever.
I writhed furiously under her grasp but sitting on a window seat with someone pinning you down - kind of difficult position ain't it? But that didn't stop me trying - I kicked with all my might and flung my arms absently at the psycho-bitch who held me.
"You wish to know why and how I'm here, am I right?" her voice was ice cold, hypnotising, evil submerging from it's depths, "Well I`ll tell you."
Gradually I stopped struggling, started listening to what she was saying - with the occasional glance over to the hiding place of Andy's tools.
She grinned at me, laughing sardonically before speaking, "Well, if you want to know how I got here you may wish to ask your little boyfriend."
Jesse was the first thought that came to mind, not that he was exactly my boyfriend - much to my disappointment, but to some people - like Paul, he might seem to---
Wait, I ordered my thought.
Paul.
He would call himself my boyfriend, even though he wasn't, he would tell others different. He would say it just to get me all worked up so that I would.
"As for why I am here." Maria`s pointed voice drew me away from my own mind, "Lets Just say I owe a favour to an old friend." she smirked knowingly, eyebrows quirking up in emphasis as her eyes shot to the window behind us.
Slowly I managed to turn my head, her grip loosening somewhat, I swore quite colourfully at what - or rather who - I saw.
**there u go! I know I left it on a bit of a cliff hanger didn't I? Hehe evil arent I? Mwoahahah! Hehe anyway, who u guys think it is? Lemme know ur guesses! Plz read and review and ill update a.s.a.p.! promsie! Thnx 4 all da reviews I got so far! So many happys hehe **
I shuffled backwards on the bed, rolling away from the darkness leering down at me. Clutching Jesse's miniature tightly, I managed to manoeuvre myself so that I was sitting on the opposite end of the bed.
Trouble is, ghosts can materialise wherever they want, and this particular one wanted to be right in front of me.
"What are you doing here?" I spat out, teeth clenched and mouth forming a firm grimace. My eyes were blazing, wherever I looked I saw red radiating back at me.
I thought that was just a saying, you know - seeing red as in when you're angry. not so much anymore.
"Just paying a friendly visit darlin`" the woman said, her voice was like thorns - coiling around me to the state of suffocation, knives digging into my bloodstream cutting off my circulation.
My life.
Standing up, I cam face to face with the ice-bitch, "You couldn't pay a friendly visit to your own mother!" I screamed, pushing past her I went to sit in the window seat.
The empty window seat might I add.
No Jesse.
Just great.
She came sauntering over ever so casually, long midnight black curls swishing against her back like a light breeze - or a tornado whichever suits- tight fitting bodice clinging to her olive skin like blood to a knife, her knife - in someone else's body. Her hoop skirt was wobbling as she moved, swaying from side to side I was sure if I just pushed her gently, considering the weight of it, she would just -
"But I've changed Susannah, I'm no longer the person I was." She sounded almost sincere, I almost felt intrigued to listen and add my input, of course.
"No, you're worse." I muttered under my breath, feeling her eyes on me I started to get up, to run - go grab Andy's tools that I kept, just in case, you know I had to deal with a very uncooperative ghost.
"But I have Susannah." she said softly, almost too softly - considering this was the woman who had tried to kill me several times, "Just give me chance to prove it."
I sighed, she did sound different - human almost. A faint smile was spread across her lips as I noticed her approaching me at a quicker pace, within minutes her presence was smothering me - energy wrapping tightly around me and digging deeply until it could go no further.
The moonlight streamed through the window, casting gentle lemon shivers over her flawless complexion - even death hadn't scarred her physically. Waves of powdered dust settled on her skin, dissolving into her like sherbet on your tongue - soft and sweet - with bitter undertones. If I hadn't glanced at her the moment I did, I never would have seen it. There was a predatory gleam in her ebony eyes, huntress in the middle of a big game.
I could see it in her.
I don't know why but I had a bad feeling about everything right about then, "No" I spat out, eventually answering her unasked question of `would I give her a chance`
"No" I repeated again, lingering fear burning the back of my throat like alcohol too strong for digestion. Anticipation lined the pit of my stomach with such a fierce intensity I felt tingles rippling through me, like a waterfall cascading over rocks or the ocean during the onset of a storm.
Her face hardened, "What do you mean no?" she said, it was obvious from her tone that the words were forced - she was trying to keep the gentle tone in her voice but with ever bitter syllable that passed her acid mouth, it was fading away.
"Just like I said it. No." I mumbled, I tried desperately to get my tone to be hard and fearful - you know, like the warrior chicks in those movies, but lets just face it. Susannah Simon is no warrior chick. My voice sounded more like a strangled animal of some sort - all shaky and barely a whisper.
"Fine then - we'll do it my way." she grinned, scarlet tinged lips shimmering with streaks of moonlight as that amoral twinkle took pride position in her eyes.
Then, before I had time to stop it, move, or anything - a hand stretched out - almost like a reflex action - sharp and harsh, like that of a tiger and it rested over my mouth - limiting my abilities to speak, scream or whatever.
I writhed furiously under her grasp but sitting on a window seat with someone pinning you down - kind of difficult position ain't it? But that didn't stop me trying - I kicked with all my might and flung my arms absently at the psycho-bitch who held me.
"You wish to know why and how I'm here, am I right?" her voice was ice cold, hypnotising, evil submerging from it's depths, "Well I`ll tell you."
Gradually I stopped struggling, started listening to what she was saying - with the occasional glance over to the hiding place of Andy's tools.
She grinned at me, laughing sardonically before speaking, "Well, if you want to know how I got here you may wish to ask your little boyfriend."
Jesse was the first thought that came to mind, not that he was exactly my boyfriend - much to my disappointment, but to some people - like Paul, he might seem to---
Wait, I ordered my thought.
Paul.
He would call himself my boyfriend, even though he wasn't, he would tell others different. He would say it just to get me all worked up so that I would.
"As for why I am here." Maria`s pointed voice drew me away from my own mind, "Lets Just say I owe a favour to an old friend." she smirked knowingly, eyebrows quirking up in emphasis as her eyes shot to the window behind us.
Slowly I managed to turn my head, her grip loosening somewhat, I swore quite colourfully at what - or rather who - I saw.
**there u go! I know I left it on a bit of a cliff hanger didn't I? Hehe evil arent I? Mwoahahah! Hehe anyway, who u guys think it is? Lemme know ur guesses! Plz read and review and ill update a.s.a.p.! promsie! Thnx 4 all da reviews I got so far! So many happys hehe **