a/n: the day got better after lunch thankfully. I hope you like these last two chapters of Eterno before I go on with posting Rojo. I'm probably going to take a couple days off though (translation: you're likely to see Rojo up some time Monday afternoon). Anyways, the usual disclaimer goes here I suppose. I am not Meg Cabot, although sometimes I wish I was. Such talent... (goes misty eyed) P.s. The title of this chapter translates roughly to, 'the ghost of his', refering to, of course, David's ghost.

Chapter Ten: El Espectro Suyo

I wanted to follow her but I couldn't. What if I got exorcised before I could even save Susannah? What if I got exorcised and God punished me for not fulfilling my task?

What if Susannah died because I was a coward?

There were too many what if's to even really matter. I had to do something, but what? Father Dominic was, as Susannah said, 'out of commission'. Who else knew Susannah? Who else knew Susannah who could see me?

I felt my kinetic energy boil over in panic and I watched as one of Andy's tool manuals flew off the shelf of the car port. It landed some twenty feet away. Startled I watched it for a moment. Had I really lost control? I wondered. Had I really sent that book flying with out realizing it?

I stared at the cover of the manual for a moment. A cross cut of a Ryob1 power drill was printed on the cover in orange ink. My brain didn't take it in. The gears within it were too busy churning.

Who else had lived in my room, albeit for a very short period of time? David Ackerman. He may not have seen me, but he had, certainly, seen some of his books fly across his room whenever I had forgotten my self. He may not have seen me, but he knew I was there.

I materialized at the foot of the Ackerman's stairs and ran up them, ignoring the nervous growling of the dog as I passed through him. Running down the hall I belted into the youngest Ackerman boy's room. He was asleep of course, as any sane human being would be, and drooling a little in his sleep. His hair was mussed with sleep and looked roughly the color of chopped carrots. He appeared to be a deep sleeper.

I would have to cure him of that.

Grabbing a book (The Scarlet Letter) from one of David's three book shelves I flung it across the room with all my might. It slammed dully against the wall and fell to the ground with a thud.

The boy jumped awake with a start, looking around franticly. Looking right through me...

I had to make him see me, I had to! I could not let Susannah die. I hadn't known I could help Madre, or Padre or Marta but now I do know! I just have to make sure David could see me.

"David!" I shouted with my mind as well as my voice. There was no response. I concentrated fully on making myself visible, on saving Susannah. "David! Do you hear me! Please tell me you hear me!"

David's eyes stopped darting. They had settled on me.

"How do you know my name?" his voice shook, barely above a whisper.

"It doesn't matter!" I continued shouting. For all I knew the only reason he could hear me was because I was shouting. It could sound like a whisper to him. It didn't really matter.

I reached out and touched his shoulder. I felt him shudder.

"You're cold," he whispered.

I shook my head, "You have to go to the Mission! You have to help Susannah!"

David's logical side was obviously kicking in. "The Mission? How do you know Susannah is at the Mission?"

I grabbed his shoulder's again. "Go! Just please go! Help Susannah! If you don't she'll die!"

David visibly paled and he stumbled out of bed. His voice shook, "I- I'll go. I'll wake Brad and Jake and we'll go get her. Don't worry. We'll help."

"Hurry," I whispered.

David nodded and fled the bedroom.

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I was still pacing David's bedroom when I felt the ground shake. It wasn't I knew a natural earthquake, my nose felt as though it was on fire. It was supernatural, brimming with kinetic energy.

Oh God, I thought, burrying my head in my hands, please let Susannah be safe. I could not stand seeing another... friend die.

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