Chapter 2- Shadowland

Wait, I'm wrong
Should have done better than this
Please, I'll be strong
I'm finding it hard to resist
So show me what I'm looking for
Save me, I'm lost
Oh lord, I've been waiting for you
I'll pay any cost
Save me from being confused
Show me what I'm looking for

Show Me What I'm Looking For- Carolina Liar

Suze's POV

I looked at Lindsay with growing fear in my eyes. "What the hell is your problem?" I whispered frantically to her. Her blonde hair was swaying all around her head, making it look like she had a halo. Her eyes looked at me with intense hate and one hand was outstretched to me, around me neck region.

"Susannah Simon," she said in a voice not unlike the one in the exorcist. "You will pay!"

"For what?!" I whispered. As I said this, the plane started to shake.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the pilot said in a professional voice over the intercom. "We are experiencing slight turbulence. Please put on your seat belts." I quickly sat down in my seat, but this was not any turbulence. The shaking only grew more rapid and Lindsay was now smiling in contentment.

I realized what was happening a little too late. The last thing I registered before I took action was Lindsay's eyes going back into her head while her hand grew closer to my neck and Jesse blocking me before she could do anything.

I gasped as he knocked her hand away and put his arms up protectively in front of me. "¿Usted quiere realmente hacerme frente?" he asked Lindsay in his silky voice. Even under the pretenses, I could still appreciate his voice. I didn't bother if people were looking at me. All they would see was me falling over.

I quickly grabbed Jesse's arm and pulled him out of the way as gently as I could. "Susannah! No!" he yelled as I successfully secured a hand on Lindsay's arm. Don't get me wrong. I mean, she certainly tried to fight me off. But I guess I was so fed up with ghosts at the moment that I ignored her.

"Come on," I whispered as I thought of that one place where my nightmares had once resided. "Come on."

But I could now feel a warm hand on my shoulder. But it was too late, I was already shifting. My eyes snapped open, desperately hoping that I wasn't about to suck out someone's soul.

"You're not losing me that easily," Jesse said in with a half smile. I couldn't say anything right then, just desperately hoping he wasn't just a mediator, but something more. A shifter. If he wasn't, his soul would truly be lost. And so would I.

Please, please, please. I chanted again and again in my head as I saw we were there. He certainly wasn't glowing in the way that I thought he would. I quickly thanked the heavens for this as I quickly grabbed him and hugged him tight.

"Queirda," he whispered as he kissed the top of my head. "I would prefer if you didn't try to scare me like that again."

I laughed once without humor as I buried my face into his shirt. I stood there for a long moment, perfectly content in his arms until I heard a cough. Then another.

I turned around and saw Lindsay standing a good twenty yards away from us. Tears were falling from her face, even if she was still trying to maintain her "tough" act. I sighed as I reluctantly pulled away from Jesse to go to Lindsay.

"What is your problem?" I asked her. "You do realize that you almost crashed the plane, right? There were at least a hundred people on that flight. That's a hundred lives lost."

"But you don't understand! You're Susannah Simon. You're the girl!" Lindsay shouted at me. Her hands were now on my shoulders, giving me a little shake. I could see Jesse standing a good five yards away, ready to intervene if anything happened. But other than that, he was perfectly content with me taking control.

"What girl? The one who you were talking about stealing your boyfriend? Oh, no, missy. I'm not meeting any guy today. I have a boyfriend. Okay? A boyfriend," I said. I had no such plans to meet any sort of guy today, or any day. Well, besides Jesse.

"No! Alex! My boyfriend! He said he was going to see Susannah Simon today!" she wailed.

"Lady, I don't know anyone by the name of Alex!" I argued. I really didn't. If he lived in New York, then I knew I didn't know anyone named Alex. I only hung out with Gina, after all. "Listen, after I get settled in and everything, you can take me to him. But I assure you, I don't return any feelings for your Alex, okay?"

These words calmed her by a considerable amount. Her stance relaxed and her hold on my shoulders weakened. "Can we go back?" she asked me as she looked around.

I nodded as I grabbed her. I motioned for Jesse to come, too. His arm encircled my waist and his cheek rested on the top of my head.

"Your best one yet," he said. About mediating, I think. I just hummed in reply as I pictured the uncomfortable fabric of the airplane seats and the bright fluorescent lights hanging overhead.

When I opened my eyes, I wasn't exactly sure what was happening. I could only feel a warm sensation flooding into me from my mouth and my heart reacting spastically. What was happening? I moaned in discomfort and I looked up.

Someone was giving me CPR. There was only one thing I could think of at that moment.

Ew.

Someone that I didn't know was putting his tongue in my mouth on an airplane. And I was apparently on the floor. "Please get off me," I groaned as I tried to sit up. My head was going through the usual pounding headache.

Lindsay was looking at me with frightful eyes. Where was Jesse? "Jesse?" I whispered. He was slouched in a chair, still not conscious. "Jesse," I repeated as I tried to climb up to him.

"Miss, you need to sit down," a man said as he tried to push my shoulder back. I didn't respond to him. I could only say, speak, and feel Jesse. When I finally reached him, I cradled his face in my hands. Like clockwork, his eyes opened up and he looked at me with his unbelievably brown eyes.

"You're okay," I murmured. He laughed a little before he started to cough.

"I can take care of myself," he said as he kissed me lightly on the lips. Lindsay was now moaning in defeat. I realized that she could have experienced something like this before. No, not sitting on an airplane while people gave you CPR and having a terrible headache from shifting. But sitting with your loved one while you expressed your love for each other, even in small ways.

"Are you okay?" the man that saved me asked. He was probably in his mid-thirties. He was the guy that was fooling around with his briefcase before.

"Never been better," Jesse and I replied at the same time. And essentially, that was true. Besides my killer headache, I was with Jesse. And that was all I needed.

"If you're sure," The man said as he helped us both into our seats. Lindsay was nowhere to be found and I was okay with that.

"Let's never do that again," Jesse said. I looked at him then. His full lips were turned into a heartbreaking smile. His eyes showed his unconditional love for me. And his hand held mine tight. I got close enough to him that both our foreheads were touching.

"Never," I said as the plane descended to the impossible city of New York. But how many impossible chances would there be when I got there?

A/N: Okay, so this is relatively new, I know. But I'm kind of worried about it. I mean, is it ok? Just please rate and review. I don't really want to disappoint. So, please review! Love ya!

-Daisy