A/N: It is October 26, 2004 and yesterday night I wrote that first Nineteenth chapter. Well actually since it was after midnight then it was this morning . So beginning with the last sentence.
' "Aww, how sweet. Mind if I brake up this love boat?" Said Paul Slater in such an angry tone that sounded murderous to me. '
I think that right then and there I felt a spark of power in the hall. Jesse's hand stiffened in mine and I looked from Paul to him, like they were crazy. I then turned to Paul.
"Why can't you just leave me alone?"
Paul laughed, seriously, it sounded as if he thought I was joking.
"Because Suze, I deserve you, not him. And you promised."
With that statement I turned to Jesse, and he was staring at me. Just like how he stared at me when the roses came. And when Paul said that I had been in his room.
"Susannah," Jesse's tone said 'spill'.
I felt the red-hot embarrassment finding its way up my neck again as I turned my head.
Well I have to tell him.
"Um . . . well, I told Paul that if I let him teach me about shifting then he'd stay away from you," I tried to smile, but one just wouldn't come. I knew that it just hit the fan.
Jesse looked from Paul to me.
"And what does Paul get from this?"
Oh no.
Paul smiled and I knew what he was going to say.
"Let's just say, 'the pleasure of her company'."
I couldn't look at either of them. But I had to tell Jesse what I really wanted. So I looked up at him and he had his head bowed, drooping really. I gently lifted his chin and his eyes looked watery. I smiled and his eyes shifted to Paul, but they soon came back to me when I suddenly kissed him. I told you. I can't resist him! When I pulled back, I looked him dead in the eye.
"All I want is to protect you, and be with you until my last breath, and then afterward."
He smiled faintly. But Paul just had to open his big mouth.
"He can't have you, Suze!" Anger raged through every letter.
"You're mine Simon, do you hear me? You're mine!" With the last letter, Paul lunged forward.
Now the good this about having an eighteenth-century hottie for a boyfriend is that back then they pretty much learned how to fight when they were born.
The bad this is that the person he was battling happened to be a shifter.
The next thing I knew, Jesse was gone, and Paul lay unconscious on the floor.
I just stood there, staring around like this couldn't be happening. I had just one guess where they were, the place of my nightmares. So I closed my eyes and pictured the long, never-ending hallway, filled with doors.
Next this I knew, I head yelling and fighting.
I stared at Jesse and Paul, locked in an endless battle, rolling around trying to kill each other. In some ways I wanted Jesse to kill Paul, and in some ways I didn't. If he did then Jesse would be damned forever, and I'd be rid of two of my life's biggest problems. But Jesse was who I loved. So I tried to pull them apart.
"Stop! Would you two stop!" I yelled until I tasted blood in my mouth, and soon my arms got tired from trying to brake apart the endless feud.
"STOP!" I attempted at last.
And suddenly I remembered what Dr. Slaski said.
' "Don't make my mistake Susan. You stay away from it. Stay away from the shadow world." '
So I closed my eyes and held onto them for dear life and pictured the hall we were in.
I realized my mistake a little too late. In the 'Shadow World' they didn't physically hurt each other, now they could. So before Paul could sit up, I grabbed Jesse's hand and ran back to Father Dom.'s office.
When we rushed in and locked his door, I can say that we gave him quite a shock.
"Susannah, Jesse, what's the meaning of this?"
I walked briskly over to the standing Father.
"Paul Slater," I said, throwing my hands into the air and walking over to Jesse.
He looked from me to Jesse like we were crazy.
"I'm calling the police," he said at last, reaching over to his phone.
Just my luck.
At that moment the dead Hell's Angel appeared beside Father D., almost giving him a heart attack.
"I don't think so Father."
A/N: Well, how do you like part one of chapter twenty? Cliff Hangers! I just love 'em. R&R!