Storyteller's Enticing Antagonist - Part 1

I looked out of my window and all I saw was an empty street. This unknown feeling always pulls me but when I try to search for it but all I see is emptiness. Have you felt that you keep on searching for something but all you are able to grasp is an air? Damn! So frustrating. Any advice?

People always say that I am easy to read. Boy! They have been proven wrong every time. One thing I said to them 'I don't even know myself. How can you read me & justify your wrong analysis? 'Don't you want to jam such people's heads with a spiked rod?

Anyways here goes my story. My name is Eliza Smith. I know you are thinking about my surname. Once upon a time, Smith was a common name but now it is used as an alias. Look at Will Smith, he is a Smith. I am a twenty-seven years old girl stuck in dead-end jobs & surrounded by horrible pea brain people. I do want to leave this mundane job and find something dangerous to do. Weekends are where I can take my motorbike and ride swiftly into the silent night. There is nothing here in my city and I desperately want to shift to Scotland. I love that country and its rich cultures. I am an introvert and all my adventures are in the novels & TV series. Just want to live an exciting & adrenaline-filled life.

Alas! I waited for my whole childhood for a silver lining but all I received more frustration & loneliness. My smart-ass mouth is another reason I can't land a friend or boyfriend. Though I have best friends for life yet they are so far. It was the beginning monsoon season & with the lightning struck, my luck changed. I got sucked into an old tattered book and was chained to the handsome manipulative antagonist. My only reply was an eye roll towards the star-filled sky.

Here how it begins...

I was angry at my manipulative parents; they always pretend to care but just want to suck my life source. After a bitchy day at work, I wanted to sit in my darkroom and be lost into the world of stories. But no! They went their way to piss me off. I could not afford to move out as my ex-boyfriend drained my savings and left me with scars associated with nightmares. See one bad luck after another. My parents gave my room to my horrible selfish sister even when they know that every day I have to work. I needed my personal space. Those selfish bastards didn't let me have my career and destroy me mentally. I desperately wished to be whisked far away from here.

I went out and found myself sitting on a bench staring upon the full moon. Something about this night is different. The night is silent, a storm brewing up and the sky lit up every minute due to the lightning. Looking around, I found myself alone and my body shivered with anger. The winds started blowing out harshly and I looked up and let out the string of curse to the universe. Blaming for every misfortune fell upon me. You know what they say about karma. It's a bitch. The universe made sure that my cursing won't go unpunished.

I stood still as I was allowing the cold breeze to shimmer down my anger and out of nowhere a bulky book fell with a thud just a few inches away from my foot. Standing there like a statue, my eyes kept staring at the book. It looked old, almost ancient and from here I could make out the pages had yellowish tint completed with heavy-looking brown colour leather cover. Slowly and steadily, I approach the book and gingerly pick it up. As my skin touched it, an electric spasm ran up to my spine and I felt like the magic was coursing into my veins. I know it sounded ludicrous. It was very tempting but my instinct shouted at me not to open the book. As usual, there is always a lingering doubt to go opposite to your instinct. With all my will I decide not to open the book. Right on cue, I heard a sound. "Eliza.... Eliza....", the sound whispered my name. I thought the wind was making up the sound, then I heard it louder and clearer again.

'Eliza turned up the page. Eliza, do it. Eliza.' I heard a baritone voice of a male, it skips my heart.

'Eliza.' The strange male voice took my name again, it is like being surrounded by many ghosts and together decided to haunt. What can I say? Today is my lucky day!

I jumped at that same baritone voice and wildly looked everywhere for the source of this sound. The words spoken were so close to my ears, even I felt the warmth of his breath against my skin.

Suddenly a boom echoed, a purplish silver light hit directly towards the dark sky. I looked down and to my horror, I accidentally opened the book in my haste.

'Ah. Finally, thank you for releasing me, my lovely Eliza. Now we can conquer this world together.' A dark silhouette spoke in his baritone voice laced with a heavy Scottish accent. Normally in this situation, people scream and run away. On the other hand, I did neither of it but once again I look at the angry dark sky and curse it out loudly for another misfortune.

'A pretty lass like you should not corrupt her image by talking like a dirty one-legged pirate.' He informed me in his annoyingly sexy Scottish accent.

I threw a dirty look at him and huffed as I went towards the opposite direction, holding the book tightly against my chest.

'The bonny lass doesn't like to make small polite talk but only shout out the foul words towards the silent sky.' He remarked as followed me behind with a distinct swag which made his huge powerful build more tempting.

Again, he was greeted with my silent treatment. I was so pissed at the same time panicking over my dilemma. One thing is for sure he does make my body sing. How do I know about this?