How much would you give?

Jesse and I are as close as ever. So when someone tells me that there is a reason he needs to live and I could be the one person to bring him back, why shouldn't I do it? Who's the one person who decides he's not worth it?

Jesse himself.

I keep going back to around this time yesterday when I found out all about it. Its like an instant replay.


Jesse has finally come around to showing me how much he likes, maybe even loves, me. I knew he felt it before and was too afraid to let any feeling show, for fear of rejection, just like I was.

Sense that night in the graveyard he seems to be more protective of me. He knows how I feel about him, and I think he is afraid I might just suddenly, without warning, disappear someday.

I wont, of course.

At least, I hope not.

I was sitting on my bed doing another whole sheet of algebra as Jesse continued to read one of the books he had borrowed from father Domestic, sitting on my window seat.

The rain was silently hitting against my windows, giving the night a calm, gentle mood.

I was pretending to be deeply involved with my work, while looking up every once in a while to catch Jesse's eyes as he stole looks at me.

He didn't think I could see those brief looks he was giving me over his book, but I could. They were just as protective and adoring as ever.

I loved those looks.

Soon enough, our eyes locked and he didn't look away, so neither did I.

We stared at each other for a minute, until he slowly set his book down and, almost hesitantly, walked towards me. He sat down on the bed next to me and continued to stare.

I could see the battle going on inside his head. He wasn't sure he should attempt what he want to.

After what seemed like forever he encircled my waist with his arms, pulled me close to him and placed his mouth gently on mine.

I love his kisses. Each one made me love him a bit more. They were always so caring and loving that I never wanted to pull away. I want to stay held in his arms forever, where I was loved and protected.

After what seemed like two minutes -It was most likely more like 15, but with Jesse its never long enough- he slowly moved he head back and looked into my eyes.

"Susannah, I," he began, only to be cut off yet again.

As if on cue, another ghost made an entrance in my bedroom and stopped Jesse's sentence.

I wondered if what he was going to say could have been the really important words I was looking forward to hearing. Maybe even the 'I love you' I've been hoping for.

"Oh, sorry," he begins looking a little less than uncomfortable. "I didn't mean to interrupt anything."

I studied him, noticing his guiltless face and felt a pang of anger. He could have at least felt a little regretful for interrupting an obviously personal moment.

"Don't worry about it," I reply with just a hint of annoyance.

'This isn't the first time we've been interrupted, and it wont be the last' I thought, wishing I could say it aloud.

I was frustrated, but knew it was wrong to take it out the ghost in front of us. So I restrained myself.

It looked as though Jesse was doing the same. I sensed his disappointment as he released me from his arms and leaned himself against the back of my headboard.

It wasn't that we were upset with the ghost. I mean, he really didn't know what he was walking into, but it was the fact that we were interrupted again that was aggravating.

"Who are you and why have you not moved on?" Jesse asked, sounding a tad uninviting.

"I'm Jacob and I didn't exactly come here to be mediated," he explained. "I was sent to find both of you in hopes that you could help us. Me and my two friends that is. We were told that if we could find Jesse De Silva, knowing he once was one of the most powerful shifters, that he could help us all escape being exercised."


'WAIT!' I want to scream.

Jesse was what!

One of the most powerful shifters!

Why have I known Jesse for all this time and am just now finding out something THIS important!

He could have helped me out all this time. And I could have been asking him questions about shifting instead of going to Paul Slater, who mad a price for my questions and answers.

Why didn't Jesse just tell me?

I looked sideways at Jesse to see how he was taking all this, only to find him staring at me with pleading eyes that said "please-do-not-find-this-a-shock-and-get-upset".

Which is what I did of course.

I wasn't going to start talking to him about it now, since I didn't want make it seem like it was Jacob's fault that I was upset.

So I shot Jesse a look that said "we-are-going-to-talk-about-this-later". He understood and nodded.

"What can I do?" Jesse asked looking inquisitive. "I am dead. Most of my powers are gone now, so I have nothing to offer you ."

"Well, that is were Miss Susannah Simon is supposed to come in. You see, we have figured out a way to get you to the living state again, but we can't do it ourselves. We were not shifters while living and clearly not alive now. Susannah will have to be the one to bring you back and hopefully during the process she will pass some of her powers over to you."

Maybe it was the way he said it that clued me in right away that there was more to it then that. There had to be a catch. He wouldn't have said it with such uneasiness if it were that simple.

I knew I was not the only one to suspect something was up, sense Jesse looked just as unsure.

"If it were that easy, why do you look as if your about to drop a bomb?" I asked sounding more confident than I felt.

"The thing is," he continued with more uneasiness. "Most shifters don't make it through the ritual alive."


Well, this is chapter one reedited. I hope it is better than the first time. I am actually redoing all three first chapter I put up and am adding the fourth, too. I am so sorry this is so late. Thank you for reading!

And thanks so much to UnangelicHalo! Your the best!

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