This is now where the real action begins! Someone said in a review "I hope none of that's word for word." What does that mean? And today, I learned how to crochet! If you don't know how to do it, then I advice you don't learn. Your hand will really hurt. Plus it is super frustrating… anyway, enough of my babbling. Oh yeah, go check out my profile. I changed it, and there's something really cool there. You'll see.

Killer Portrait – Chapter 3: The Investigation

Suze's POV:

12:00 A.M.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

We (as in me and Jesse) quickly ran towards Adam's and Cee Cee's house. We were dressed in black from head to toe. Perfect for snooping around in the dark.

When we reached their house, I quickly inserted my key in their lock, carefully ripping out the "crime scene" tapes. I pushed the door open, and we were in.

Dirty footprints were everywhere. Must be the police's.

I looked around their house. Meanwhile, Jesse grabbed my shoulder and pointed towards the fireplace. There, we saw an elegant looking picture frame. Minus the picture.

"Jesse! Where the hell is the portrait?" I asked furiously. "We have to find it!"

"Shh… Calm down querida. I'm sure it will be here somewhere," Jesse rubbed my back. "Come on, let's look around."

I went upstairs. I entered Adam's and Cee's room. I shuddered as I saw bloodstains on the bed and on the carpet. I gingerly made my way to the bed.

I inspected everything. Everything was in perfect order. More proof that their killer was more of the ghostly variety.

I went back downstairs to see Jesse hunched up over a corner. Hearing me, he turned around and showed me a piece of paper in his hand. Written on it was a name of a gallery, and below it was an address.

"Think this is where the painting's gone?" Jesse asked.

"Sure worth a try," I shrugged. "Come on, let's go. I think we've done enough here."

On the way out, a camera on a table caught my attention. I got it and turned it on. I went to the stored pictures and gasped quietly when I saw the latest picture. It was Adam and Cee, beaming proudly, and behind them was a portrait. Or should I say, the portrait.

"Hey Jesse!" I called. "Over here!"

He came over to me and looked at the camera. He peered at the tiny screen and looked towards me.

"Too bad it's kind of blurry. But at least we have an idea of how it looks like. Good job," he congratulated me while kissing my cheek.

"Thanks. Now come on, let's go!" I said hurriedly, eager to get out. I was getting sleepy… not to mention creeped out. Hey, I'm not a chicken, but try staying in a house where your best friends were killed. Spooky.

We slipped outside unnoticed. After we put everything back the way it was, we went back to our hotel.

The next day, 9 A.M.

"Susannah! Hurry up!" Jesse yelled impatiently.

"Wait! Give me ten minutes and I'm done, I promise," I yelled back.

I glanced at my reflection and groaned. I woke up way too late and didn't have time to take a bath anymore. Thus the wide and unruly tangle of hair.

I got my brush and tried to unravel the wild mass of hair. After nine minutes, I was finally successful. Deciding that I didn't have any time left to style my hair, I just left it the way it was: long, wavy, and natural.

"I'm done!" I yelled triumphantly, rushing outside.

"Finally! Let's go!" he paused. "You look lovely."

I blushed slightly. I was getting used to his comments, but it was still hard to stop blushing. I was wearing an extremely skimpy mini-dress that barely reached my thigh and a neckline that plunged to my waist. (A/N: I got that neckline thing from Twilight; its Rosalie's dress during Prom. ;p) On my feet were five inched heeled stilettos. Kidding… No way would I wear those kinds of clothes. What am I? A Lady of the Night? Get real. I was wearing an off the shoulder top with a pair of low rise jeans on my feet were some strappy heels.

"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself," I replied, looking at his casual shirt and snug jeans as he grinned at me.

"Come on. We have to get that painting!"

After a few minutes, we reached the place. And the name? Well, the place was called "Slater and Winchester Arts."

We entered it casually. Once inside, we began to crane our necks, trying to find it ASAP.

The place was huge. Portraits, still life, abstract, sceneries, you name it, they have it. We looked for hours; just for that portrait we saw based on that blurry image.

Just then I saw a huge sign that said: Family Portraits. On a hunch, I told Jesse to go there. After a few minutes, we found it.

"Jesse, that's the one, don't you think?" I tugged his sleeve. He nodded.

"Wow! Finally! At last!" I cheered. When Jesse made no sound, no nothing, I got concerned.

"Jesse? Hello? What's wrong?" I asked worriedly.

Pale, he pointed to it. I then studied it more carefully and got the meaning of what Cee meant when she said it looked creepy.

Hands down, it was the creepiest portrait you could ever find- no, ever exist.

I shuddered.

"OK, that is super creepy," I stated.

Jesse was still quiet. Pale and trembling.

"Jesse?" my voice grew an octave shriller. "Jesse!"

"Susannah," he finally choked out. "I-"

"Good morning! Are you interested in that?" a guy interrupted.

He was about average height, dark haired and muscular. Cute.

"Excuse me," I hissed, pissed off. I dragged Jesse away.

"Jesse?" I asked anxiously, waiting for him to speak.

"I-" he paused. He shook his head and took a deep breath.

"I recognize that portrait. That man? My uncle, Alejandro de Silva. That woman, my aunt. Those guys? My cousins. That girl over there? That was Maria, when she was young."

Oh boy.

"Wait."

Jesse headed towards a table and sat down. He got his laptop from his bag and switched it on. He went to Google and typed in "Alejandro de Silva."

Only one item came out. (A/N: Is that even possible?) He clicked on it and an article came out. He quickly skimmed it and turned to me with a grave look.

"During my hundred and fifty years here, I heard rumors that Alejandro killed the entire family, and then killed himself. Of course, since they were a rich and respected family back then, everything was covered up. Apparently nobody believed it, except for this man who created this." He gestured towards the screen of his laptop.

"But I've never heard of that story," I said doubtfully.

"Because it was covered up," he simply said.

"OK… Um, Jesse, continue that. Give me a second, nature calls," I said quickly. He nodded distractedly.

I headed towards the ladies' room quickly and did my business. On my way back to Jesse, that annoying cutie came up to me again, this time with another guy behind him and said, "Hi. What's your name?"

"Its Suze," I answered. "And I'm taken."

"Ouch," the guy said playfully. "Can't catch a break. I'm Dean, by the way."

"Hi Dean," I said, friendlier this time. This guy seemed funny.

"I'm Paul," the guy behind him added. Tall with curly dark hair, he had deep blue eyes.

"Hi Paul," I said cautiously. He creeped me out. Then it clicked.

"What's your last name?" I suddenly asked.

"I'm Paul Slater," he said. "One of the owners of this gallery." Probably thinking I knew him by fame. But something else bugged me…

"You were the one who found Adam and Cee's bodies?" I asked.

"Uh-huh. Too bad about their deaths. We were pretty close," he said in an offhand manner. Something told me that there was something he was hiding something…

Just then, a customer called him away. I sighed gratefully.

"Creeped you out, huh?" Dean asked with a cheeky grin. "He creeps me out too, but if you run a gallery, you're gonna need all the money you can get, and that dude is a gold mine."

"Let me guess. You're Dean. Dean Winchester?" I said dryly.

"Very good," he applauded me.

"Thank you, thank you," I bowed comically.

"I was wondering," he said, suddenly serious, "would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

"Sorry. I can't. I have a boyfriend, remember?" I turned him down carefully.

"Oh. Right. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me," he winked at me as he walked away.

I went to Jesse. He had a serious look on his face.

"Susannah. I have a theory. I think it was Alejandro who killed Adam and Cee Cee," he frowned.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Well, if he killed his entire family, then he certainly has murderous rage. I'm thinking that this portrait is the link to his spirit- not ghost, because if it was his ghost, we could have called him already. No, I'm thinking that once this portrait is gone, the spirit's gone. So, I'm saying tonight, we sneak in here and burn it."

Cliffie! You guys have no idea how long it took me to fit everything in together. So, like Dean's appearance? Don't worry, Sam will come out, too… later. Review!

Jen

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