Ahhh. I've FINALLY got a new chap up. Sorry to have taken so long! Could you all just pretend that the body Susannah found was that of a raped and mutilated victim? I seem to have forgotten to include that.

I don't have a plot idea for this story yet, so I'll be taking some time to churn those chapters out. But as soon I get an idea where this is going, they'll be coming much faster. Ok? Enjoy!

… and I curled up contentedly in his arms. We fell asleep soon after, with our hearts beating side by side…

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I woke up with my heart thudding hard and fast inside my ribcage. Small beads of sweat had found their way into my shirt, and let me tell you, it was way uncomfortable. Long, dark shadows stretched across the living room, which simply intensified that creepy feeling I was getting.

Jesse had left earlier to prepare for a seminar he was attending that evening, so I was all alone at home. A feeling of immense dread overwhelmed me as I sat there. I glanced around fearfully.

That was when I heard the soft tap. I spun around, heart pounding, and let out an involuntary squeak. Leaning casually against the wall—recently painted lime green— was Paul.

Specifically, Paul Slater, recognized as the Spawn of Satan, quite appropriately, I might add. Though I couldn't help remembering how great he looked with those abs, but that's beside the point. The point is, he's evil. How had he gotten in? He was dressed in faded jeans and a simple polo tee, and his right rested casually on his hip, gripping something that glinted in the fading sunlight…

Wait. What did I just say?

Oh, shit. Paul had a knife.

My eyes widened as I leaped up and backed away wide-eyed, in what I think was the most embarrassing display of fear EVER to befall me.

"Hi, Suze. Long time no see, huh? Liked my little gift?" Paul sneered.

Huh? His little…? And then I realized.

Oh. My. God. I was dead. The body was someone he had… it was too sick imagine. "You MURDERED someone? I thought you'd changed. You know, turned. Over a new leaf, I mean. And you were really nice on the day of the pro—"

I broke off as Paul stepped towards me and used the flat of the blade of his knife to lift my chin. I was fully backed up against the wall and had nowhere else to hide, or run for that matter. His eyes traveled south and rested on my chest, whereupon his pupils darkened, turning jet black. I shuddered inwardly when he glanced back at my face and pinned me with the sheer vileness of his gaze.

"Well well. Looks like we'll be having some fun, doesn't it?" Paul murmured, running his eyes up and down my form. UGH.

I was still standing stock still, head lifted. Paul smirked evily and removed the knife slowly, dragging it across my skin. I winced as the knife left a thin trail of blood in its wake. Still, I kept my wits and tackled him as soon as the knife was a safe distance away. Actually, tried to tackle him would be a better phrase.

Paul had forseen my move and blocked me with his forearm before bringing his fist to the side of my head, moving with amazing agility. I went down, hard. Oh, Crud, I thought. I'm going to black out.

And with a groan, I let the blackness overwhelm me.

Please review! Please please please… I know. This is too short, once again. I promise I'll write longer as soon as I get some inspiration.

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