A/N: Okay, this is my sequel to "I'll Be Watching You" and I would just
like to say that y'all better like it. Otherwise I'll be hurt and all that.
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own The Mediator. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!
Chapter 1
When I first moved to California, I knew things would be different. But really, I wasn't ready for it. I mean, how was I supposed to know that I'd meet another mediator when I moved here? How was I supposed to know that I was going to meet and fall in love with a really hot nineteenth century ghost?
How was I supposed to know I'd get engaged to that ghost, nine months later?
Not that any of it was easy. Oh no, I knew that the moment I asked Jesse to marry me, my entire life was going to change. I mean, it's not easy being engaged to a ghost. It especially wasn't easy breaking the news to Father Dominic-who, can I just point out, gave me the idea in the first place-and then to my father, who's been dead for over ten years.
Really, my dad and Father Dom were the only people Jesse and I told. Since Father Dominic's a mediator, he can actually see Jesse, and my dad's a ghost anyway. The rest of my friends and family were clueless to the fact that I was planning my wedding.
And to be honest, after two months of getting used to the idea of soon becoming Mrs. Hector de Silva, my life didn't seem to have changed all that much. I mean, okay, now Father D lectured me nonstop on the topic of marriage, and now Jesse was a bit, well, more serious about our relationship. He always had been, of course, but now he was even more so, because, of course, now I was about to become his wife.
And all during this time, I couldn't help but wonder about the wedding night. I'm serious, I had no idea whether or not Jesse, being dead, could actually sleep with me. Father Dominic just sort of went red and started mumbling something when I asked him this.
In other words, I was totally clueless.
This was what was on my mind on that particular Saturday, only two weeks before I married Jesse.
I wasn't, however, thinking about the threatening note I'd received two months before, just after I'd nearly been murdered by Paul Slater. It hadn't crossed my mind in awhile when I finally received another letter.
When I opened it, it looked no different from the first. It was signed this time, though, only I didn't know the initials. It simply read:
I can tell you what you need to know.
D.A.
That was it. It was the exact opposite of what the other letter had said. The first letter had told me not to ask anymore questions about what I was. At least, that's what I thought it said. I'd been totally cut off from everything that Paul had told me I could do after he'd been haled off to prison for murder, and since Detective Arnold had disappeared without a word shortly after that. I wasn't sure what Detective Arnold had to do with anything, but lately I'd had the feeling that he was playing a pretty big roll in whatever was going on.
I folded up the letter, setting it beside me on my bed. Jesse glanced up at me from his place in my window seat. "What is it?" he asked.
I passed him the letter and he read it quickly. He frowned. "Do you know what it means?" Jesse's eyes held a questioning gaze.
I shrugged. "I have no idea." Jesse gave me back the letter and I pushed it under my pillow along with the other one.
As it turned out, I'd be finding out what both letters meant soon enough.
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own The Mediator. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!
Chapter 1
When I first moved to California, I knew things would be different. But really, I wasn't ready for it. I mean, how was I supposed to know that I'd meet another mediator when I moved here? How was I supposed to know that I was going to meet and fall in love with a really hot nineteenth century ghost?
How was I supposed to know I'd get engaged to that ghost, nine months later?
Not that any of it was easy. Oh no, I knew that the moment I asked Jesse to marry me, my entire life was going to change. I mean, it's not easy being engaged to a ghost. It especially wasn't easy breaking the news to Father Dominic-who, can I just point out, gave me the idea in the first place-and then to my father, who's been dead for over ten years.
Really, my dad and Father Dom were the only people Jesse and I told. Since Father Dominic's a mediator, he can actually see Jesse, and my dad's a ghost anyway. The rest of my friends and family were clueless to the fact that I was planning my wedding.
And to be honest, after two months of getting used to the idea of soon becoming Mrs. Hector de Silva, my life didn't seem to have changed all that much. I mean, okay, now Father D lectured me nonstop on the topic of marriage, and now Jesse was a bit, well, more serious about our relationship. He always had been, of course, but now he was even more so, because, of course, now I was about to become his wife.
And all during this time, I couldn't help but wonder about the wedding night. I'm serious, I had no idea whether or not Jesse, being dead, could actually sleep with me. Father Dominic just sort of went red and started mumbling something when I asked him this.
In other words, I was totally clueless.
This was what was on my mind on that particular Saturday, only two weeks before I married Jesse.
I wasn't, however, thinking about the threatening note I'd received two months before, just after I'd nearly been murdered by Paul Slater. It hadn't crossed my mind in awhile when I finally received another letter.
When I opened it, it looked no different from the first. It was signed this time, though, only I didn't know the initials. It simply read:
I can tell you what you need to know.
D.A.
That was it. It was the exact opposite of what the other letter had said. The first letter had told me not to ask anymore questions about what I was. At least, that's what I thought it said. I'd been totally cut off from everything that Paul had told me I could do after he'd been haled off to prison for murder, and since Detective Arnold had disappeared without a word shortly after that. I wasn't sure what Detective Arnold had to do with anything, but lately I'd had the feeling that he was playing a pretty big roll in whatever was going on.
I folded up the letter, setting it beside me on my bed. Jesse glanced up at me from his place in my window seat. "What is it?" he asked.
I passed him the letter and he read it quickly. He frowned. "Do you know what it means?" Jesse's eyes held a questioning gaze.
I shrugged. "I have no idea." Jesse gave me back the letter and I pushed it under my pillow along with the other one.
As it turned out, I'd be finding out what both letters meant soon enough.