Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Romance

    The night was different somehow, Syberia thought to herself. It was too quiet. Nights in Sandusky, New York are never quiet. It's a small town, but it's based off a main drive. Cars, trucks, buses, all use this road every minute of the day and even at night. She used to watch the many different vehicles drive past.
     The wind wasn't even blowing. The night was a bit chilly, for it being August.  She sat, outside, on her front porch. It was just dusk. She hadn't any idea what she was waiting for, only that something was going to happen. Something she has no control over. After sitting outside for, about an hour, she looked to the left, at the road, an abandoned house sat across the way from her. Nobody would give the house a second glance. Nobody would ask for information on it. They would just pass it, as if, it were a tree. Almost as if, they didn't see it at all. She watched, as the house just stood, solemnly looking out at the world. 
    Just before she went inside, she suddenly saw a black limo pulling up to the driveway of the solemn house. She quickly returned to her seat. It was dusk, and a LIMO was pulling up to this house?! The one across the street, that nobody could care less about? This couldn't be happening.
    I ran to the tree in the yard to the abandoned home. The farthest tree, from where the limo had parked. I had to get a closer look at who this person may be.... I wasn't, at all, prepared for what I DID see, get out of that vehicle. A young boy, my same age, to be exact. 17 years old. And no parents? I began wondering if his parents had disappeared like mine had, when I was 6. I wanted to ask him, just then, his head whips around toward me. How could he see me? It's dark. I'm behind a damn tree. Didn't have a lot of time to think or react, suddenly, I was being hauled from around the tree. Strong grip too.
    I made a noise, similar to that, of yapping. Then came face to face, with a dark face, he turned so the street light hit him just right, then I was caught by the most handsome man I have ever seen. Hard to believe, he's my age, and looks like this, has a grip like this. I wonder how it would feel, for if, he wanted to overpower me? I don't think it would hurt too bad.... I shook my head. Get out of the gutter Syberia. Stand your ground. This GUY just grabbed you, as if he had the right! What if he did, though? Stop it, already! 

   I tried to yank my arm out of his grip. It was futile, his grip was like an iron bar. Doesn't matter, I'll still show him what a little girl, like me, is made of, damn it! Even though we're the same age it would seem. He has quite a few inches on me. Of course, that could be because I am only 5'3. 

"And just who the hell do you think you are, grabbing a young lady like that?! Especially, the neighbor that was just coming to welcome you to this small town, that really nobody moves too. Release me, you ass hat!" I squirmed against his iron grip, as if trying to prove my point. 

   He smiled then and started laughing. His grip on me went slack and he was just cracking up. I grabbed my own wrist and started rubbing where he had grabbed. There was nothing there, even though, it felt like I should have, atleast a red mark, possibly even a bruise. However, there was literally nothing. Almost as if he hadn't grabbed me at all.

"And just what the hell is so funny?" I asked in my best frustrated tone.

   He sat up, still smiling, and breathing heavily. Trying to regain his stature it would seem. I am impatient with this man, now. He may be cute, but he's dumber than a bag of rocks if he thinks you can go around grabbing people like that. So menacingly. Not welcoming, in the least. Much like the house we are standing in front of. Now, I could see why people always drove past it. 

    "S-sorry," he started.  "I was just laughing at your termonology for a....what was it again, you said?...Oh ya, ass hat. What is this ass hat word, you use?" He said, a laugh hidden in his, strongly, accented voice. 

I felt my blood melt, just a little.

"Um....It is just a negative name people use to describe somebody as rude as you," I said, still trying to sound tough, even though, my mouth was dry.

  Someone that looks like this, has an accent, and is living right across the street from me....It was like a dream. I was so not going to let this intervene with me  being tough, though. He smiled then. If it had not been for the tree I had been hiding behind, my knees would have buckled and I would have collasped in awe. 

"Oh....Is it now? Apologies. I had not meant to hurt you, if I did. All I saw was a dark figure behind this tree and I had to see who you were. I was caught off guard, is all.... Can I not be an ass hat now?" He smiled again and spoke sincerly. 

   I could not help, but smile back. This guy is, by far, the HOTTEST guy in the world! I probably look like a desperate girl right about now. I gritted my teeth in embarrassment. I have to look good to this guy. I just have to. I live right across the street from him. Maybe I can fix this....

"That is okay. I, too, was caught off guard. I was hiding behind this tree, because I was curious on who could possibly be moving into this house. Many people have came and looked at it, but that was all. Almost as if, it were haunted, or something. I was surprised, somebody like you, would even want to be anywhere near this place.... It's kinda forboding, is it not? And this town....It's not exactly a town, per say...." I stopped, because he was watching me very intently. It was almost petrifying. I shuffled my feet uncomfortably and took a couple steps back.

"Apologies, once again. You are paler than a ghost, right now. Did not mean to petrify you, my dear. I was just interested in what you were saying. I don't mean to make you think I'm a creep or something.... Look, can we just start over?" He asked, gently, in that accented voice of his. Making me want to melt, yet again. 

   I glanced past him. I could not look home in those beautiful dark eyes of his. I can't tell the color, because it is dark. However, I found myself entranced in his body, suddenly. His perfect narrow hips, his wide chest, that much I could see. Wonder what his back side might look like.... Or even the front.... Stop it, Syberia Moon! You don't even KNOW this guy! Oh, but I want too.... No. Stay solid. Stay tough. Stay pure!!!! I shook my head. 

"Sorry....but maybe it would be better if we continue this conversation tomorrow.... After I'm done with school preferably. Will you be here," I asked, coyly. 

"Yup, I'm moving in, right now, actually. And is this because you can not seem to take your eyes off of me, miss...." He started.

"Syberia. Syberia Moon, actually. And what? No way! Your just another guy Mr...." I looked up at him and was lost in his eyes, his face....

"Zanen. Zanen Crescent at your service madame," he smirked at me. What a sexy smirk he has....

"Uh...okay....Well Zanen, I should bid you ado. Hopefully we'll see each other tomorrow and then I want to know who, in their right minds, moves into a secluded old house like this, that has long since been in need of repair at night?" I said, suspicion clear in my voice.

"Ah....what a wonderful question. Tomorrow, then. Goodbye my dear Syberia." With that, he turned on his heal and waltzed toward his house.

   Yup, he has nicely carved backside for sure.... I turned around and all, but ran away. I could not believe, just how tempted I had been, just now, to chase him down and climb on top of him right there on his porch... Or in the limo. Which ever was closest...  I have never been that tempted for any man before. What was with this guy? He speaks differently and he had some sort of pull to him, that even I, a virgin, want him to deflower me and it doesn't matter where! 

    Once, safely in my grandma's house, I went to go upstairs to lock myself in my room, and think about what the hell just happened out there, when my grandma called me into the kitchen. 

   As I approached the kitchen, she was preparing something to eat. Her hands were going right through everything, being as she had passed a year ago, and was now a ghost. Yup, I have been being raised by a ghost Grandma for about a year, now. Being raised, meaning, she has been sort of teaching me to cook with her ghostly self. And her security has been paying all the bills so far. I will be 18 in a week and my grandma has been more prominent lately. 

   After she passed, I missed her so, had no clue what I was going to do. Until, one day, she called my name from her old room. I could not believe what I was hearing. However, I listened to her call. And there she had been. Standing by her vanity. At first, I was a bit startled. Like, how the hell can I see my grandma when she is dead? She never has explained that to me. I don't bother her too much about it, though. I'm just glad I'm not all alone in her big, blue Victorian.

"Who was the nice young man you were talking to,my sweet?" She asked, before I even got all the way in the kitchen. 

  I smiled. Of course grandma would want to know. She has been telling me to find someone she can trust to take care of me.