Okie dokie. So you know me :D I'm writing this story about Zak Bagans. It will have some of Nick and Aaron, but this will mainly be a Zak / OC. I do not own anyone or anything in savannah, i do not own zak bagans, aaron, nick, or anything affiliated with the name GAC, nor do I own anything from the X-Files. This is a work of pure fiction..and from my head. The only thing I own is Ariana.
I hope you like it...and if not..message me and tell me what I can do differently. :D Love you guys!
Sweltering heat couldn't be contained nor soothed by an air conditioner in mid July in Savannah, Georgia. Hot was hot no matter what you did. The windows were open, inviting any breeze that would come by. She typed furiously on her work computer, trying to finish before her deadline. Ariana Samaras was 29 years old. She had brown hair to her shoulder, green eyes, and a smile and body to drive any man crazy. She thought she had found a good man in Keith Richards. Keith and Ariana had decided to get a couple of friends together and they started exploring graveyards at night. And so, DeBunked was born.
They had explored several different locations in the surrounding Savannah area, finding that some complaints were just neighbors or old piped in the ancient houses. But on a few cases, there was extreme proof of paranormal entities. She sighed and pulled her hair back off of her neck, pinning it up with a clip. She reached into her empty cup of tea from lunch and retrieved an ice cube. As she ran the cold block over her neck, one of her phones began to ring. She knew it was the DeBunked phone when she heard the X-Files theme song. She pulled the phone from her purse and slid her thumb on the answer button. 'Hello, this is Ariana Samaras of DeBunked. How can I help you?" She tucked the phone between her ear and shoulder as she returned to the computer. "Hi. My name is Zak Bagans. I'm the head of the Ghost Adventures Crew. Listen, my guys and I are going to be in Savannah investigating the Wormsloe Plantation. I asked around about another group and anyone I talked to recommended you."
She stopped typing and looked out the window, seeing everyone milling about the street, trying to escape the heat. "Uh huh." She waited only a moment before he continued. "I was curious if you and your team had gotten the chance to investigate that location yet." She licked her lips and took a hold of the phone with her hand. "Well, actually yeah we did investigate there. Had some great results. EVP's, personal attacks, that sort of thing. My co-founder, Keith, he was actually shoved down a flight of stairs." 'Like he didn't deserve it.' She tried to ignore her inner voice. He never meant to hurt her, she knew it deep down. But when he was rolling down the stairs, she couldn't help but feel happy about it. "Well, Nick, Aaron, and myself are in town. Would you like to meet up with us and tell me about that?" She heard a small commotion on the other end of the line. "Uh, that would be fine. I guess. I'd need like thirty minutes though. Meet me at The Sixpence Pub at two and I'll tell you all about it." She quickly saved the document and shut off the computer. "Sounds like a plan. Bye." She ended the call and stuffed the phone back into her pocket as she closed the office door behind her.
As she stepped out into the southern heat, she felt herself start to sweat. She walked a few blocks, through Forsyth Park, and gave a small smile when she saw her home. She climbed the stairs and unlocked the door, re-locking it behind her. She set her things on the counter and quickly made for the shower. She stepped out and could have sworn that this steam was cooler than it was outside. She wiped the mirror off and quickly started drying her hair. She went to her closet and picked out her wife beader with the stones across the neckline, a teal skirt, and her wooden bangles. She shook her wet hair out after she dressed, going for the curly, surfer girl look. She picked up her bag and slid on her sunglasses and stepped out, once more, into the sweltering heat.
She quickly made her way to the pub, coming across the traditional 3 little black tables with chairs and an umbrella out front. She looked across the street at the Red Corner store, then to her watch. 2:04. They must be lost. She sat down at one of the empty tables and crossed her legs, enjoying the shade a large oak was providing. She was almost about to doze off when she heard the familiar ring tone once more. She lifted her sunglasses and saw the same number. "Hello, Mr. Bagans. I do believe you're running a little late." She couldn't quite understand what she heard. She heard the voice on the phone say, "I actually just arrived." but she also heard the same voice behind her. She ended the call and stood up to greet the three men. "Hi. I'm Ariana." Zak extended his hand and shook hers. "I'm Zak, that's Aaron and Nick. May we?" He motioned towards the chairs. She nodded her head. "Please." After they sat, a waitress came over. "Can I take your order?" Nick, Zak, and Aaron ordered a coke a piece. "I'll have a sweet tea. No lemon, please." They smiled warmly at each other. The waitress closed her book and walked inside. "So, Ariana. You were talking about Keith being shoved down a stairwell?" She smiled and replaced her sunglasses.
"He's not exactly a scrawny boy. 6 foot, 200 pounds. He works out all the time, a real muscle guy. We were walking along in the attic trying to get some EVP's and next thing we know, we heard a horrendously loud thumpin. I looked over and saw a shoe as his feet followed him down the stairs." The waitress returned and set their drinks down. Ariana took a long drink from her glass. "And then there's the attack on me. Same night around 3. Went up there myself and I swear it had to be demonic. I felt like I was pinned against the wall and a hand was wrapped around my throat. I literally couldn't breathe. The next day, I had three long scratches starting just below my ear and went all the way to under my chin." Zak raised his eyebrows and sat back in his chair. "Wow." She absent mindedly stirred her tea with her straw. "How long are y'all gonna be in town? I could take you over to Bonaventure. Try to really get something going." She smiled at Aaron and Nick. Nick piped up. "So where's Bonaventure?" She gave a small chuckle, revealing her white teeth. "It's the cemetery. One of the largest in Savannah. If you're not up for that, there's a party over at The Rail Pub." Aaron set his empty glass on the table. "I'm all for a party, dude. Let's go."
They met later that night at pub. Unfortunately, Ariana had blabbed to Keith. He felt Tonia and Matt should be in on it as well. They showed up right on time, seeing the three standing outside, waiting. She smiled and started walking towards them when she felt a harsh tug on her wrist. "I'll go first." Keith had that look in his eye. And the harsh tone of her voice made her tremble, slightly. As they walked towards the guys, she felt like a bad child whose father was tugging her along by her arm. Zak was the first to speak. "Ariana. Hey. Who's this?" She pasted a fake smile across her lips. "This is Keith. And that is Tonia and Matt. We're DeBunked." Zak offered his hand to Keith. "Hey man. Zak." Keith simply stared at it like a nasty spider and brushed past him, dragging Ariana with him. She mouthed the word 'Sorry' to Zak as everyone piled inside. Keith went to get drinks immediately, leaving Ariana alone with everyone else. "So, Aaron, are you looking forward to being in the attic all alone?" He laughed, not getting the hidden meaning. "What's wrong with the attic?" Ariana looked at Zak and let him explain. "The attic was a spot for satanic worshipers. From what Ariana has told me, sounds like the portal is still open." Keith quickly returned and handed everyone drinks. "No way, man. Zak, for real dude, I'm not going in there." Nick and Zak took pleasure in knowing he dreaded the lockdown.
Everyone grew more drunk as the time passed on. Everyone downed a shot and smacked their glass on the table. "Whoo!" Tonia was an obnoxious drunk. Matt slithered his arm around her waist and nibbled on her shoulder, not caring who was or wasn't watching. "Guys, I'm going outside for a minute. I'm burning up." Zak stood with her and he started towards the door, but as he looked back, he saw Keith with a death grip on her arm and looking very pissed. He heard Ariana shout a loud "Okay!" before she jerked her arm away and headed for the door. They stepped out into the night, and she took a deep breath. "Everything okay?" She shrugged. "Not really. But it never is, so nothing different there." She leaned on the black iron posts and laid her head back. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath before letting it out slowly. She looked over at Zak, noticing the look of concern he still wore across his face. "I'm fine. Really. He's just overly jealous. For some reason can't even fathom that I love him. Idiot." She smiled and shook her head. "Ariana.." She cut him off. "Zak, please. Call me Arie. My friends do, and it saves some trouble with letters." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at the ground before looking back at her. "Look, Arie. Maybe it's none of my business, but it kinda seems like he's a total dick." She took in what he said, already knowing it was true, and not news to anyone around Savannah. "Everything is fine, really." He stepped closer to her. "Really?" She felt her heart thumping in her throat. "Yeah, really." He nodded his head. "Ok. Then why is it, you tried to come say hi, and he snatches your arm. Why is it you had to plaster on a smile and apologize for him being a dick?" She could feel it all unraveling. The lies she had been telling herself. How happy she was with Keith. How he never meant to hurt her.
She knew it was lies, but she could easily lie to herself and knew she was fooling everyone around her. But a stranger walks into her life, and he saw right through it. "I don't want to talk about this." She started to walk away when Zak gently grabbed her arm. "Arie, please. If you can't admit it to me, then at least admit it to yourself. I'll tell you what. If he has never hit you, not once, then I'll go back inside and forget this entire conversation." She turned around and looked at him. "And if he has?" She felt a small sting in her eyes, knowing a flood was coming. "If he has, then.." He sighed and shrugged, letting her arm go. "Then leave him. Tell him you're done and walk out of here. Nick and Aaron will back me up and we'll take you home." She turned around and felt a tear slowly slide down her cheek. "Come with me." She started walking away from the bar, knowing Zak was following. They walked down Martin Luther King Blvd. and onto West Bay Street. She folded her arms across her chest and slowed her pace as he caught up to her. They walked in silence until they reached Morrell Park. Right on the water front. Quiet at this time of night. She found a bench and sat down. She was finding it hard to breathe as she leaned over and rested her arms on her legs, burying her face in her hands. Zak sat down next to her, placing a hand on her back. "I can't just leave. It's not that simple."
She sat up and turned towards him. "Then explain it to me." She started to speak, but quickly shut her mouth, letting out what was almost a scoff. "You wouldn't understand." He stood up and moved in front of her, squatting down. "Then help me understand." She stood up and stepped around him. "Why do you give a fuck? In a week, you'll be done here, and you'll go to another location and back to LA, and I'll still be here, dealing with the consequences of whatever I do! Just don't worry about it!" He stood up and walked over to her. "Arie, I know you're not happy. You know you're not happy. This doesn't matter if I'm here or not. This is about you. As a person. What you are willing to take and put up with." She walked over to the railing and leaned on it, looking out over the water. "I can't just leave him. He'd find me and make me pay for it. I don't have any friends except for Tonia. I've never even really talked to Matt. Because I'm not allowed to." He walked over to her and leaned against the railing beside her. "Then come on our investigation tomorrow. I'll make you a member, if it'll help. I just don't want to know that someone as smart, and kind, and beautiful as you...is putting up with this." She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "You really think I'm beautiful?" He nodded his head and looked at her. "Very." She smiled and stood off the railing, Zak doing the same. She closed the space between them and wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you, Zak." She felt his arms wrap around her back and a cold chill went up her spine as she inhaled the way he smelled. "Keith has never once told me I was beautiful. It's always been ugly, fatass, bitch, whore, slut. After a while, I started to believe it." She stepped away from him and smiled as she looked into his eyes. "I'll go on lockdown tomorrow." He smiled at her and followed as she started her way back. "Good. Now you get to hear Aaron's girlie screams." They both laughed as they headed back to the bar and walked back in.
Keith locked in on Ariana as soon as she stepped through the door. He jumped out of his seat and rushed over to her. Zak stepped in front of him. "Excuse me, I'm trying to talk to my girlfriend." Ariana stepped out from behind Zak. "We're done, Keith." His eyes widened and he took a step towards her. "I'm sorry. Am I deaf? Or did you really just say we're done?" Zak put a hand on Keith's chest, pushing him away. "I think you heard her." Keith turned to walk away and Zak turned his back to Aaron. Ariana looked over at Zak and smiled. As she did, she felt a pain in her eye, and everything turned to black. She heard yelling, screaming, and more commotion. The last thing she remembered was his voice. "Arie? Arie. Nick, help me get her into the van."
So...? How was it?! Leave me comments so I know someone is reading this. please lol. I have read way too many stories where they meet and the next day in the story they're "in love". So that's not this kind of story. I'm trying to make it believable. He thinks she's nice and a good person and cares. On a basic human level. I can't imagine anyone that wouldn't care for someone in this situation. ANYWAYS..yeah..don't own anything...blah blah blah.. I want at least one reply, and I'll post more tomorrow, whether i get the reply or not lol. I love writing this story so far. I LOVE LOVE LOVE Savannah and I hope I'm doing it at least some justice.