Ok, this Im writing cos it popped into my head (yes, u can all call me a genious in the end) while I was listening to the song Objection Tango by Shakira on my Ipod, before I went to sleep. As I listened to the ong for the like a millionth time, I got a really cool idea in my head. I said, ''Why dont I make a mediator Fic based in the past, and the shifters/mediators as time travellers. The story could be packed with action, drama, romance, humour, supernatural stuff etc. Then I was like ''Hell yeah!'' So here I am typing it up...Hope you enjoy!
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PPOVPaul Slaters Point Of view
JPOVJesse De Silva's Point Of View
SPOVSusannah Simon's Point Of View
FPOVFaith's POV
Disclaimer: I do not own Meg Cabots characters Paul, Jesse or Susannah. They are the rightful characters of Meg. I own the plot, and some of the setting. If you thief my ideas, its copyright, which means ill get vex and hunt u down. No joke.
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PPOV
Ok, there are advantages and disadvantages to being a shifter. Right? I mean, you can be at two places at once. Fun, eh? However, I want to make it clear to you people what's happening at the moment. I am with Rico Sauve, in other words Jesse de Stupid and Suze. Damn, I still have the hots for that chick, even though Jesse is alive now and going out with her. That jerk. But I'm 'friends' with them now, so yeah, call me what you want, but lifes a game I tell you. Anyways, enough about them. More about what's going on. I do keep my promises, see how nice I can be? Ok, that didn't sound like me. What the fuck is happening to me? Jesus, anyways, where was I? Right. Me Rico and Suze have all shifted back in time to 1850 California.
Why you ask? Well, you see, one night three wannabe evil ghosts appeared, form and all, in each of our rooms. One in Suze's, one in Jesse's and one in mine. They all seemed like cowboys from this time, first they walked over to us then they whisperd,''Save yourself'' then they left a crinkly old peice of paper on our hands and disapeared. That one night it happened to all three of us. The same thing. So the next day we met up at the local café and set out the peices of paper on the table. They joined up to form a letter, and it read, ' Meeting in town hall tonight, 4 pm, 23rd July 1850.' Weird huh? We didn't know what to do, so we went home and got another visit from the ghosts. This time they they whisperd ''Mediators help mediators.'' Then they said ''You have to help us. The evil spirit of Lord Newman killed us, mediators, all at the meeting. You have to help...you have to stop him...you have to stop him...'' Then they pulled they're disapearing act again. Christ! What does he mean by 'he called us at the meeting?' then when me Suze and Rico met again, we found out what they ment.
They wanted US to stop the evil spirit from murdering the three mediators before the event. But why would a ghost want to kill a mediator, or in this case mediators? Thats why we're here. Yup, 1850 California, one day before the attack. We went through so much trouble to get here, and getting the right clothes so we don't look like freaks who'll get hanged. Anyhow's, we had rented two rooms in a local boarding house, Suze's future home, and now we're at a bar, sitting down, facing our backs to the barman, looking through the saloon doors, taking sips of our drinks, which i have to say, give you a right kick. It's 2 pm, sunny, not that crowded, a few guys sitting around tables playing cards, drinking etc When all of a sudden the silence is disrupted by a tall, big guy, who comes flying in through the saloon doors. Then, as he is slumped onto the var next to us, some men get up from the tables, pure excitment on their faces, waiting for a fight. Suze and Jesse look shocked, I have a smirk, cos, fighting is in my blood. I love to watch it.
As I was expecting to see a big, fat guy barge through the door, in comes striding, a very angry, but woah, beautiful girl, around our age (18). Her fists are clenched as she walks up to the nearly unconcious guy on the floor, picks him up by his collar and punches him again to send him flying over one of the tables. While he's slumped there, she jumps over the bar inbetween me and Jesse, goes over to the shelf of alchol, picks up a bottle of rum, breaks the glass head on the table top and skies down a bit of it with a satisfied ahh. Then she jumps over again, with the bottle still in her hand, she strides over to the slumped guy on the floor and casually spills all the remainig contents of the drink onto his white cowboy shirt. Dang, this girl seems hot. Very hot.
Unexpecatngly, and because she's drunk, she walks up to me, me! And sits on my lap. Then she starts kissing me, and i feel her start to undo my belt. I urged against her lips ''Not here! If you want sex, we can do it in my room.'' But she jumped off my lap, and with a cheeky wink left with my belt. She took the belt over to the guy on the floor and tied his hands to wooden oak a post, one of which was holding up the roof. Quickly, she grabbed a bottle of wine from another guys hand and gulped it down, then with a small giggle, she collapsed, all tipsy, to the floor.
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OOOOOOOOOOOHHHH! GASP!
Who is this girl? What does she look like? What happens next? Question questions..hah!
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Ciao,
Anita xoxo