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Chapter Ten

SUZE'S Point of View

I attempt to try to control my anger as they leave the room and wait frozen until I hear the slight purr of their car as they depart.

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

I'm just about to reach for the door to talk to Doc when my mum enters.

"Suzie Dear, are you ok?"

"Yeah mum, I'm fine. Why?"

"It's just that you were so upset when the body was found and I wasn't sure…"

"I'm over it." The revival of said dead body helped greatly with that. And it's not like I'd cry over just anybody's, well, body. Not that she knows that.

Then again, nor does she know that the person who her husband had previously dug up (and her step-son put a shovel through) now eats with us at every Sunday dinner. Ignorance is indeed bliss.

"Ok then Hun, if you're sure. You know that I'm here to talk if you ever need me."

Like you'd believe me mum.

"Of course." I pretend to look thoughtful. " You know what? I forgot that I needed to ask Do – David about something for a test. I better do that before I forget."

She frowns but nods and walks to the door. "Love you Suzie."

Great. Now I feel extra guilty for lying to her. Again. "Love you too."

I quickly follow her out (first checking the hallway to see if it's clear), only this time bringing my book of the dead and my treasured painting of Jesse with me (the tarot card I just slipped inside my pillow as it wasn't as important), and headed to Doc's room.

I knocked on the door loudly and could hear his footsteps as he hurried to open the door, no doubt putting away as many unwashed socks and jocks as he could under the bed along his way.

"Hi Suze."

I frowned at him and he lost his hopeful smile.

"So…um…it didn't go well I take it?"

"Well? Well? It went great! If by that you mean they are asking about my recently deceased boyfriend and found several incriminating…things under my bed. Oh, and accused me of black magic as they threatened my life."

"Black magic?"

"That is all you pick up on?" Brothers, really. I wonder if I told him about Maria's attack he'd ask what kind of knife it was. You know, for historical value.

"Does magic really exist?"

"No!"

His returned smile then turns to something like scolding. "Says the girl with an undead boyfriend."

"When you say it like that it sounds like he's a zombie…"

"Suuuze!"

"Ok, fine. I haven't really thought about it."

"Suuuze!"

"What!?"

"I want to know. I need to know. Please. How did you bring back someone from the dead? I thought you could just talk to them. I've given you your space about Jesse for months! I mean my mother – "

Now I saw where this was going. "I can't bring back your mother David."

He looks close to tears. "Why?" He sniffles.

I sigh and push him down to sit on the bed before plopping myself next to him.

"When I first met you mother I had no idea I had the capability. I was just a mediator."

"A what?"

"Someone who can speak and touch the dead to…clean up their messes. Carry out last wishes and stuff."

"So…what are you now?"

I sigh. I feel a massive headache coming along. "A shifter."

"And..?"

"It means I have a few more…capabilities then before."

"Like bringing people back from the dead?"

"Yeah, like that."

"Then you can bring her back now?"

I shook my head and pulled him into a hug, not really one for the touchy-feely stuff, but knowing he'll need the comfort. Unless he hates me after what I have to say.

"Your mother," I paused. I really did not want to have to do this, "she was supposed to die. As was my father."

A sob ripped through him and I could feel him shake. "Why?"

"I, uh, can't really answer that. Maybe that's one for Father D?"

He continued crying and we rocked back and forth awkwardly. And no, I did not tear up. Not even a little…well, maybe a slight bit. Eventually he stopped sniffling though.

"Oh, you should know, they are looking for the buckle."

"Diego's buckle?"

"Yeah. Beings you probably didn't tell them anything about it, they'll be going to Father Dominic."

Why on Earth? Never mind. I need to call Father D and warn him.

I look down at David. "You gonna be ok, Doc?"

He smiles slightly. "Yeah."

I nod and remove my arm before walking back out the door and into my room, intending to make a much needed call.

"Hello Susannah." Looks like the good Father finally worked out caller ID. "What can I do for you?"

"I called as soon as I could – my mother was on my case." No need to tell him about David just yet. "Two fake FBI agents came around to my place and I have an inkling that they may be heading you way. They – wait! Father D, please tell me they haven't been there yet?" Please, please, please.

"Fake agents?" He asked sounding stunned. "They seemed so sincere, are you sure – "

"Oh crap! What did you tell them?"

"Nothing about us being mediator is that's what you're worried about. Really child, though you really should tell your family – " Ugh.

"More important stuff to worry about now, Father D. They found my shifter stuff and accused me of black magic! They are completely nuts! Off their rockers! In the deep end! Completely – "

"Black magic…dear, oh dear. How did you get out of that?"

"I…uh…kicked them out. Not literally though!" Goody-two-shoes priest!

"And it's not nice to call them names, how do you know magic doesn't exist?" Uh, not the point Father D! Not that I could just let that slide though.

"You said the same thing about Vamps, Father D."

"You need to have more faith in things you cannot see."

"Whatever. Do you know where they are heading?"

"Well, they asked about you and Jesse…and the belt buckle so I assume that they might go to Paul's place."

"Oh shit. I'm done for."

I don't even bother to wait for the scolding about my language before hang up. I was doomed. There was no way I'd come out unscratched from this. I'm going to kill Paul if he says anything….