I felt bad about the not updating for a month until yesturday thing, so...
Even though I only got a few reviews, I'm updating again.
Mainly because the play is next week, and starting Saturday, I have practice every night.
Yay!
Hope you noted the sarcasm in my voice.
Anyways, Love you guys!
-Autumn-

And now the author would like to make an announcement.

Craziness-n-love: Yes, baby-cakes. That is fair. Glad you like the story, but he's mine so nyah (sticks tongue out)

"Shit." I muttered, under my breath. I'm not one to curse a lot, but that seriously hurt. "What the-, ugh." I said as I tried to lift myself out of the hotub.

"Oh, SHIT!" I yelled. Why the freakin' hell did no one hear that? I just freakin' fell off of a freakin' roof.
"Susannah?" Jess yelled as he hopped off of the roof. "Are you alright?"

"Jesse?" I yelled. "Oh my gosh! I thought you were exorcised!" I said, wanting to hug him, but couldn't given the circumstances. You know, me being practically paralyzed because I just fell of a freakin' roof. "Where's Diego?"

Jesse stared at me like I had just started speaking German. "Querida, what the hell are you talking about?"
"Maria exorcised you and Diego-"

"No. Diego and Maria are gone." He put his hand on my head and said, "Gosh, how hard did you hit your head?"
"I don't know." I said, leaning back. "But I can't move."

"Yeah, and I think you lost your memory too." He said, worried. "Tell me. Who's Orlando Bloom?"
Orlando?
Bloom?

"A type of flower?" I asked, hopefully.
He gaped at me. I mean, his jaw was literally on the ground...well, not literally since that would be gross, but you know.
"OK, querida. Not meaning to scare you but...there is something severly wrong with your head." He said, "Can you not move at all?"

I shook my head.
A crackle came from behind me and Madam Zara popped out of the trash can. "Gotta work on my landing." She said, brushing herself off. "Oh, I'm so sorry about your grandmother, love." She said sadly. "And about your little predicament." She snapped her fingers and I could instantly move.

"Thanks." I said as Jesse helped me out of the hot tub. "Can you-"
"No, baby. I can't bring back the dead." She said, getting my meaning. "But I am here to help you."

"Oh, gee." Jesse said, putting an arm around my waist to help me steady myself.
Madam Zara ignored him and said, "Your grandmother? What do you know about her?"

"All I know is is that Travis was in love with her." I said. "Dr Slaski?"
"Yeah. What do you know about him?" She asked me, motioning me to follow her. "Nothing." I said.

She nodded and said, "Ricardo?"
"He was Travis's best friend. They were in a group called the Los Santos."

"Rightio. Now, what do you know about them?" She asked me, as we walked to Jesse's car.
"They believed that you could have multiple lives so you would live longer. Basically cheating death. They made Shadowland-" I said, pointing up, for want of a better direction. "-so that once they became sick, all they had to do was shift into another world and start over."

"Right again." She said. "Now, all we have to do is put this big jig-saw puzzle together, Nancy Drew. Give it a shot."

"OK. They got their kicks by taking random innocent people and spitting their souls. In doing so they killed them. So, he split my grandmother's soul, that much I know. And Dr. Slaksi's for some weird reason..."

"Wait, Dr. Slaksi was in love with your grandmother, right?" Jesse asked me. "So..."
"So, Ricardo was in love with my grandmother but she was in love with Dr. Slaski." I said, as I paced the front lawn. "Ricardo got pissed off and he decided to spilt Dr. Slaksi's soul and my grandmother's trying to kill them, but it didn't work. And he's been searching for the last century and a half trying to find them. Dr. Slaksi's near death and my grandmother died, so he's winning." I stopped for a moment, everything was coming to me. Then it hit me. "No. He messed up."

Jesse looked up at me. I shook my head and said, "I get it now. Paul's part of his grandfather's soul and I'm part of my grandmother's. That's why he wants me dead."

"And Bingo was his name-o." She said, smiling. "Nice job, kid. Now do you understand why Paul wanted you two to be together so badly? He couldn't help it. He had no choice. You're part Smithson. A Smithson and a Slater were always meant to be together."

I sat down. She sighed and said, "Kind of ruins you thinking that it was destiny for you and Jesse to be together, huh? Well, since you're probably going to commit suicide now-" I glared at her and she said, "-fine. Since you're going to be upset about this, I'll correct your story. You are not your grandmother. Well, you are and you aren't. When a person is born, they get their own individual soul. You and Paul were different. You two got your souls, but also got part of your grandparents, giving your a different destiny. That's why Paul thought you two should be together. But, how's a good way to put this?"

Remembering my biology lesson from a few weeks earlier, "It's like in genetics. A gene is dominant and recessive. Our indivdual souls were dominant over our grandparents half souls which were recessive. So our souls had more control over their souls."

Silence.

"And you're failing that class, why?" Jesse asked finally. "I mean, that actually made sense."
Ignoring Jesse, Madam Zara said, "Yes. Exactly right, my dear. See, it was Susannah Simon's destiny to be with Jesse de Silva. But, the 5 percent that was a Smithson was telling you and Paul that you had to be together."

"The weird thing is is that I actually understand this." I said. Then something hit me. "Where's Ricky?"

"I knocked the idiot out. He's such a baboon." She said, chipping her scarlet nail polish off.
"So did my grandmother's soul come out of me when she died?"

"No. She's still in there. And until you figure out a way to let her out, she won't move on." Madam Zara said in a serious voice. "That's why Ricardo spilt your soul. He spilt your soul in thinking that her soul would come out. But it doesn't work like that."

"But Jesse told me that Paul split my soul."

"Ah. There's Ricardo's flaw. He shape shifted into Paul as a disguise. Paul didn't do anything to you." She said matter-of-factly.

"He's a shape-shifter?" I asked. She nodded. I paniced and said, "Then he's a demon!"
"Darling, no." She said, laughing. " A demon?"

I shrugged it off, but for some odd reason, I had a bad feeling about them. I have no idea why, but for the last few nights, I had been having dreams that a crazy 'baby-cake' calling chick kept shape-shifting and trying to suck out my soul...

...and I seemed to always be being chased my zombies...

But I apparently dated Orlando Bloom, so there's a plus.

"AH! I REMEMBER! Will Turner!" I squealed happily.
Hey! I remembered who he was!

Jesse rolled his eyes and said, "How do we get Susananh's grandmother out of her body?" She shook her head and said, "I don't know."

"I thought you were a fortune teller." I said.
She looked at me and said, "Well, thank you Miss Points of the Obvious. I am, but I'm not God."

"No, because's God's not a girl. Duh." I said.

Jesse stared at me like I was completely clueless, which...I'm not going to get in to that.
"That was the weirdest thing I think you've ever said." He said to me after about a minute of silence.

"Well, I guess I had better go zap Pretty Boy #2 up there back home." She said, walking back to the house.
"You can't kill him?" I asked, smiling.

"Baby, I'm a fortune teller not Micheal Myers." She started walking back to the house, but stopped and looked at us. "What are we going to do, huh?"

I looked shocked as she just voiced my question. "Well-" She smiled, "Looks like you and Pretty Boy #1 have to do some homework on souls transferance, huh?"

"Couldn't you just tell us what to do?" I asked her.
She said, "Oh, come now. That wouldn't be any fun, now would it?"

She snapped her fingers and she was gone.
I was totally thinking that she was something more that just a fortune teller person.
I was starting to think she was a-

"WITCH!"

Sorry. I just needed a chapter that kind of explains
and ties the story together.
I'll update as soon as I can! Promise!!
Love ya'll!
Love and Jesse Shaped/Flavored Doggie Biscuits,
-SASTMJ-