Disclaimer: I do not own Ghost Adventures, nor do I own Thirteen Ghost. I just want to bring everyone happiness and…not go to jail. I'm not cut out for that.
Note: This is my first time putting a Ghost Adventures story up. So, I hope you like it because I have been rewriting this over, and over, and over, and…Well you get it.
ENJOY J
Chapter One
The Woman of Many Mysteries
Zak
The city was full of lights and passionate love. From the foreign restaurants to the local parks, you will see couples showing love that is well hidden back until behind closed doors. Zak had never come to Paris before; he would always think to bring the woman he loved here. That is, if he could afford it. But look at him now, coming all this way to purpose to his girlfriend of four years, Cassie. Though they did have their fights and their thin lines they pulled through. Besides this the farthest he'd ever gotten in a relationship, so why not?
Zak looked at most expensive ring and sighed. He stood in front of the studio she was in. she was a supermodel and she came to Paris to have a photo shoot. She has no idea he was coming, and she don't have the knowledge that he was right outside. Zak looked towards the studio and looked at the see through door. Someone was coming out. It was a woman with long blonde hair and a very beautiful face. He thought she could be a friend of Cassie, so he went up to her.
"Excuse me, miss." The girl turned to him and she smiled kindly. "Hi, um, I'm looking for Cassie, she's a supermodel here."
"Of course she's in studio 1-B. That's just down the hall to the left," she replied in a sweet voice that is quick to demand.
"Thanks miss…"
"Samantha. Samantha Bow," she replied with an extended hand. "I'm Cassie's make-up artist and hair dresser."
"It's nice to meet you. I'm her boyfriend." She frowned and her eyes widened. "Something wrong?" he asked.
"…N-Not at all. It's just that… her boyfriend…" Her voice trailed off, and then she stood up straight. "I must be going." She turned around and headed to the car that he was admiring when he was walking up the side walk. He wondered why she was so hesitant when he released that information to her. He shrugged my shoulders a bit and headed inside.
It was really quiet inside, as if no one was there at all. He walked towards the left hall and heard a noise admitting from it. He turned down it to see that it was dark, except a sign that said '1-B'. Zak sighed softly and began to walk down it. The noises seem to get louder as he walked to the door. It almost sounded awkward and arousing for the male gender's ear. It didn't take long before he reached the door. He turned his head slightly to the side to hear that the noise was coming from inside. The loud moans sounded similar to Cassie's, and then there were grunts of a man. Could it be the sound of sex? Zak hoped not, not at this time.
Zak took in some air as he reached towards the door knob, and then he slowly opened it, the noise getting louder. He looked inside to see the woman he once loved getting pleasure from another man.
Zak stood immobile, watching great disgust. He was going to say something, but Cassie called out his name first.
"Zak!" she said, pushing the very aroused man off of her and covering up with a large sheet. She stood up and walked to him. "Zak, what are you doing here?" Zak didn't respond. "Zak, I know how this looks, and I got tired of waiting for you to purpose…" Zak took out the ring and she froze. "Oh, Zak…"
"Goodbye, Cassie." Zak walked down the hall with Cassie trailing behind.
"Zak, wait! Can't we just talk about this?" Zak walked towards the front door and headed out. "Zak! Zak!"
Zak walked down the streets, not caring where he roamed. Who would have known his best fiend was actually right about her? Well, everyone told him, but he was too stubborn to actually listen. He loved her and now she tossed him to the side. Zak sighed and then jumped when he bumped into someone. He looked down at the small figure and saw that it was a woman with very long black hair and very fair skin, but not at her cheek, which were a bright red.
"Sorry. Are you okay?" Zak asked extending his hand to pick her up. She looked up at him and stood up herself.
"I'm fine…I'm okay," she said as if trying to convince herself. She dusted herself off.
"Sorry," Zak said again. "And are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes. And it's alright. It was completely my fault, I should have been watching where I was going." Zak examined her and saw a cut on her fore arm. It bled and it was deep.
"Oh, my, god! Did I do that?" she covered it quickly, hissing from how it stung. "How did that happen?"
"IT'S NOTHING!" she shouted. She began to back away to cross the street, but then a car honked its horn and almost hit her. Zak walked to her and escorted her to the other side of the street.
"Est-ce qu' elle va bien?" the woman in the car asked.
"Je vais bien!"
"What did she say?" Zak asked.
"She asked me if I was okay…I said I was fine," the girl replied. She was about to walk away but he grabbed her arm.
"What happened to your arm?" he asked.
"Unhand me!" She pulled away from his grasp. "Stay out of my business!"
"Where I come form it's called concern and hospitality."
"But here it's called budding in when it's not your problem!" she said. She turned away and stood there. "…I'm sorry," she said.
"I only want to help." She turned to him and then she had smiled.
What a strange thing to do after the last couple of minutes, Zak thought.
"I know you were. But I assure you I'll be fine for what you've done," she said.
"And what is that? Walking you across the street?" Zak chuckled softly, making the girl flinch slightly.
"I should be wrapping this up."
"Oh, do you want me to walk you home? I have nothing else to do."
They walked down the street in silence. He would glance at her from time to time and she was always caught staring down. He cleared his throat, causing her to look up at him.
"So, haw far is it from your house?" he asked.
"Not as far," she said slowly.
"Okay that sounded like a lie."
"Well, I kind of wondered out on my own. My brother was smothering me," she said.
"Is he always smothering you?"
"You can say that, but he calls it overprotective." Zak chuckled.
"My sister isn't as protective, but she do love a lot." He looked down on her again and saw that she was smiling. "Hey, what's your name?" he asked.
"Alex," she replied as if her name is a secret.
"I'm Zak," he said just as softly as she did. He saw her cheeks turn a soft pink. He was a little amazed at it. "…You speak good English. Are you from America?"
"Yes. I was born there actually. I was born in coast of Maine."
"The coast, it sounds beautiful," Zak said.
"Oh, it is. I kind of grew up there…But then my father had gotten this job and we had to move to California."
"That's nice, too."
"That's the same thing my mother said."
"…What happened to your mom?" he asked.
She put her head down as if dwelling on the question. "I rather not talk about it," Alex said. Zak turned away and then back at her after a short while. He smiled.
"Then, let us talk about us."
"Excuse me?"
"No, what I mean is: we can talk about the things we like." Alex cocked her head to the side. "I like candy," he began. "I love ice cream."
Alex smiled slowly. "I love ice cream, too."
"There's something we can agree on. What king of ice cream do you like?"
"…Cookie dough?"
"That's good, but I do not agree with you," Zak said.
"What? Cookie dough ice cream is the best kind of ice cream in the world," Alex said, stopping and putting her hands on her hips.
"No, way! Cookies n' Cream is on top."
"Whatever! Cookie dough ice cream is wonderful. The thick, creamy vanilla, with pillows of sweet dough scattering its surface and insides. It's like your own cloud9."
"No, the creamy vanilla hills with crumbled cookies are heaven on earth," Zak said, stopping in front of her. Alex rolled her eyes. "You tell me one person that loves cookie dough ice cream more than cookies n cream and I'll buy you some."
"Are you sure you want to make this deal? Because I have tons of people who love cookie dough ice cream so much that they have a book club in its name."
"Wait, it can't be any one you know," Zak said.
"Alright." Alex looked around and pointed across the street. "Lets ask that hobo." Zak followed her point and saw a man in rags napping on the curb.
"Are you serious? That man probably never even had ice cream before," he said. Alex walked across the street. "Wait, Alex."
"Excuse me, sir," Alex called over. The grimy man looked up and his mouth dropped. Zak knew that look, it was the look of awe when they see a woman that is all too beautiful. He had seen this look rarely; he had never had the look, but he hope to witness it some day. "Sorry, do you speak English?"
"Yes, "the man replied.
"Good. May I ask, what type of ice cream do you prefer? Cookie dough or cookies n cream ice cream?"
"They're both pretty good, but I would be grad to mix them together, then I'll be rich for selling a new combination of ice cream."
Zak looked to Alex who had a look of concern. She then smiled as if the look had never shown and she said:
"You do that, old man. You do that." The man smiled, showing yellow and missing teeth. Alex reached in her pocket and handed him a fifty dollar bill. The man gasped and looked in her eyes.
"You are a guardian angel," he said. "Bless your pure heart." he received the offer and kissed her hand. "Thank you."
"Not a problem in my book." Alex began to walk again, passing Zak. Zak soon began to follow.
Minutes had passed and they were quiet again. Zak dwelled on the thought of Alex showing such kindness and generosity to citizens in need. He glanced down at her to find her looking at something else. He followed her gaze and saw a home. In was small and the lights were on inside. On the small lawn sat a very old woman that rocked back and forth in her rocking chair. The old woman had silver hair and she looked fragile to the touch. She looked over at them and she smiled.
"Alexandria, is that you?" she said.
"Yes, it's me," Alex said.
Alex walked to the old woman and hugged her. They pulled away and looked at on another.
"It has been ages," the older woman said.
"if you prefer months as ages." The woman's gaze landed on Zak who was approaching. Alex looked to Zak. "This is grandmother best friend, Mary-Ann. Mary-Ann this is …Zak."
"Hello," Mary-Ann said extending her hand. Zak grabbed it and greeted. Mary-Ann's smile turned straight as they came into contact. Alex pulled her and a way, and Mary-Ann pulled away. She tried to cover the odd reaction with a stand and an invite inside. Zak looked at Alex who began to walk inside. He followed behind her as Mary-Ann followed behind him. Inside Mary-Ann offered them a seat as she went in the kitchen. Zak sat down beside Alex.
"Mary-Ann is an empathetic physic. She reacted that way because she felt your feelings in the future," Alex explained.
"What? There are no such things as physics," Zak said.
"Well…then you don't believe in one-third of the human population," she said sternly. Zak looked at Alex's profile, examining her serious expression. Mary-Ann walked in with a silver tray of tea and things. She sat down the tray and sat herself on the chair across from where they sat.
"I over heard that you don't believe in what I am," Mary-Ann said grabbing a tea cup. Zak looked to Alex, who grabbed a teacup as well. He looked back at Mary-Ann.
"Yeah, I don't believe you," Zak said.
Mary-Ann only smiled. "Then you don't believe in afterlife?"
"Yup, ghosts are not real."
Mary-Ann nodded and sipped at her tea. "Do you believe in God?"
"Well, of course I do"
"Then you must believe in afterlife. God is a Ghost-A Holy Ghost at that. So why not?" she said. Zak stared at her for a moment and then she asked Alex: "So, you finally found a man?" Alex coughed loudly, choking on the tea. She sat the cup down.
"…We are not dating," Alex choked out. Zak smiled from this and chuckled at heart. Alex noticed his gesture and hit his arm.
"Not dating? That's too bad, you two make a good couple," Mary-Ann said. Zak looked to her, seeing that she was blushing at the cheeks.
"Well, I just gone through a very unexpected and bad break up." She turned to him then, and stood up.
"Thank you, Zak. But, I can stay here for until the morning. Thanks for escorting me, which was very nice of you." Zak smiled, standing up as well. He followed her out and they stopped beside one another on the porch. "Good bye, Zak," she said.
"Remember to get that cut wrapped up."
"Oh, yeah I forgotten," Alex laughed.
" Yeah, I did, too. I'll see you around."
"…Or maybe, I will never stay friends with a cookies n creamer," she said folding her arms. She smiled making Zak smile as well.
"Nor can I, cookie dougher," Zak chuckled and waved good bye as turned away. Alex waved and then she went inside. Zak turned away, smiling at his memories he had with that mysteriously beautiful woman.
I hoped you liked it. I never really made a chapter this long before.
Will Zak see Alex again? You'll have to find out in the next chapter.
