A/N: I want to send out a special thanks to all of my reviewers! I got eight! I was expecting like three.
Disclaimer: r u sure that u guys don't know something that I don't cause I woke up this morning and felt very Meg Cabbot-ish. Oh well if u insist.
Chapter Two: The 4-1-1
He couldn't be because I can't see the dead…anymore.
That's right. Anymore. I think I should explain. I officially became a Mediator on my fifth birthday. A Mediator. A liaison between the living and the dead (a.k.a. she-who-helps-the-dead-occasionally-having-to-kick-some-endoplasmic-ass). Think of me as the enforcer. The one that makes sure the dead end up in heaven, or hell, their next life, wherever the dead go when they move on.
The day I turned five was the day I mediated my first ghost. Mind you, not the first ghost I'd ever seen, just the first I'd helped move on. The whole reasoning behind the kicking-endoplasmic-ass comment is because the ghost I mediate sometimes needs to be…persuaded into moving on. Other times I was kicking some slightly… livelier flesh around. Usually because a ghost needed something "taken to the rightful owner" before he or she could go towards the light. Hence, I was pretty friendly with the NYPD. One of the nurses at Brooklyn General still sends me Christmas cards. As a mediator I am slightly harder to injure than the Average Joe, actually, I guess Jane is more appropriate. Not for lack of trying on the ghosts I've mediated part. For the select few that insisted on doing me bodily harm, I usually had to exorcise them.
When I was of tender age my father went for a jog in Central Park and didn't exactly make it back to our apartment. Well he did, but by that point I was the only one that could see him. He was the one that actually told me the facts of life (no not those facts). My life anyway. I was born to mediate. This is why I find myself residing in sunny California instead of NYC. Because my Dad died. I mean I don't blame my Mom. The guy she married several years after my Dad's fateful excursion is a great guy but…he lived on the other side of the continent.
That is why I quit my fifteen-year vigil over NYC's ghosts. I moved to Carmel-by-the-Sea. Into a haunted boarding house-turned-home with my new stepfamily. Andy and his three boys. To tell you the truth they strongly resembled three of the seven dwarves. Dave, the youngest, was a slightly taller and skinnier version of Doc. Brad, the bane of my existence that happened to be my age, took after Dopey, only Dopey held more sex-appeal. Jake, the eldest, looked to be in a perpetual state of drowsiness, hence the nickname, Sleepy.
My new house was extremely old. Andy fixed most of it by hand because he's a carpenter. Save for the select bullet hole, which Andy decided to frame, the once hoppin' boarding house of the 1800's became our house. It was just my luck that my room happened to be the only one that was haunted. I admit, at first I was a little hesitant to allow a ghost to room with me. Even though the particular ghost in question was almost too easy on the eyes and had been around for 150 years. You can't blame me—I mean I had just flow across the country leaving my only friend behind to find my bedroom occupied. I was a little mad. Then again that might be an understatement. When he finally got the message across that he wasn't leaving I grudgingly allowed myself to not hate him. That led to actually liking him. That led to having a crush on him. Then he saved my life. On multiple occasions. That led to loving him. That is why I am in my current predicament.
Before I dive into that subject, there are two very important people that I left out. One of them was interested in my well-being. The other…well as far as I can tell…he either wants to date me…or kill me. Father Dom is the principal of my school. He is a fellow mediator. He is the one that is constantly worried about me. Or rather, the situations I get myself into. He's the one that made Jesse move into the rectory after we discovered our feelings for each other were mutual.
Paul Slater. Practically a god, as far as the looks go. Unfortunately for the rest of human kind, he doesn't think his divinity stops there. That's probably the reason he's hell-bent on dating me. Along with being a fellow "shifter" (his term for mediator) I am plausibly the only girl that has ever turned him down for a date. This is possibly why he wants to kill me. That and the fact that he knows I turned him down for a ghost. Jesse to be exact. That could be why he wants to make sure Jesse is around to haunt anymore. No for lack of trying mind you. Unlike Father Dom and I, Paul believes that we should use our gift to our advantage. Example: A ghost goes to Paul and requests his services in recovering $2000 buried in her back yard so that her kids won't be in debt. He takes it for himself. Even though he is as rich as Mr. Trump, he takes the money for himself.
If that doesn't paint a picture, maybe this will. He summoned Jesse's murderer's to finish him off. As in exorcisms. Yep, he tried to exorcise Jesse. That led me to exorcising myself to go and get him back. That led to pissing Paul off. That led to him roping me into "mediator lessons" to prevent him from making Jesse disappear. Permanently. And I believed him. That is until I woke up next to Jesse. Normally I wouldn't mind waking up next to the man I love. Well, normally he's dead. That morning when I woke up, the man lying next to me appeared to be Jesse De Silva that I knew, except for the fact that he was breathing. Oh yeah, I was in the year 1850.
A/N: I would like to post some special notes to all of my reviewers…I want to say thank you to nikki007, Auryn, nikkibakmoviebuff (finally, someone with a really long p.n.), whitedestiny, Randomly Sarcastic, Tink20, iluvmeg, and BillthePonyLlama (sufficient wood would be chucked or wood chucked be would? Great now I'm baffled!), OH NO! I just realized that one of my reviews was deleted without me writing down the name! If u reviewed and I missed u tell me! Now to answer mass questions. Some people asked me where I got Tristan. He is actually my best friend. (Yes, I have friends. No, he is not imaginary). And although my boyfriend will not be pleased… he is yummy. You guys know just as much about my characters as I do. That's why this chapter was mostly fluff. Sorry! The next chapter will be juicier, I promise! As was established in the last chapter: the review button is calling to all of us in a none crazy way. O, BTW, I need a beta! Any volunteers? Go to my profile for my email address! Luv y'all!