When The Casanova Meets His Match: Zak Bagans

When The Casanova Meets His Match: Zak Bagans (1)

Hey guys, I'm gonna try something new here, no this doesn't copy "My Story" by Shelbyalison1819, I just want to try something new.

It's 1695, Zachery Bagans is the town Casanova. I am Jessica Anne Taylor, my father is David Taylor and my mother is Louise Taylor. I am 24 years old. I live in Italy, the British part, I know no Italian. I am known as the female version of Zachery Bagans. I have never met Zachery but I've heard things. Like that he uses women for their bodies. One thing I mostly hear is that when women enter Mr. Bagans house, they don't exit.

I'm sitting in a restaurant, doing my work. A group of three men sat two tables away. I look over and see him Zachery Bagans. Having a drink with his friends. After a while a waiter comes and puts a drink in front of me.

"Oh, I did not order a drink." I smiled at him.

"Oh, no, that man over there sent it to you." He pointed to Mr. Bagans.

"Well, please return the favor and send him a Brandi." I looked seductivly over to him and he winked.

After an hour or so, I heard the chair across from me slide out. I looked up and there he was, the Casanova himself Zachery Alexander Bagans.

"Yes?" I said putting down my pen.

"I just wanted to thank you for the Brandi." He leaned to me. "And I wanted to ask you if you would accompany me to the opening of Les' Miserables on Friday evening?"

"I would be delighted to join you Mr. Bagans." I said.

"See you Friday 7 sharp?"

"Yes." I nodded. He stood, winked at me and joined his friends outside. I decided to head home, I came to my Victorian mansion on the outside of the city of Verona.

I walked in and walked to my parlor. I opened up a book and started reading. At around 6 my butler called me to dinner. We had ham, mashed potatoes and cake for dessert. After dinner I was preparing for bed when my butler, Mr. Dawson knocked on my door.

"Someone is here to see you miss."

"I'll be down in a moment, who might it be Mr. Dawson?"

"Why, it's Zachery Bagans the village Casanova, he's had every woman in this city, I hope you don't fall for him, I know what people in town say about you, they say that you are the female Zachery Bagans."

"I am well aware of what I am known as amongst the people of Verona."

"Then are you aware of what has happened to every single woman who has entered his home?"

"Yes, they never are seen again." I undid my hair from its braid and walked downstairs. Zachery was standing at the foot of the stairs leaning on tithe railing with one foot up on the first step. Gosh, how handsome he looked.

"Hello." I extended my hand as I came closer to him, he took it and kissed it. I shivered at his kiss.

"What might you be doing here at such a late hour?" I asked stepping to him.

"I wanted to speak with you."

"What about?" I walked to the parlor and sat, he sat next to me, rather close I might add.

"I find you to be a very teasingly beautiful woman, you're unlike any other woman in this town." He whispered. I looked to Mr. Dawson and waved my hand, shooing him to tend to other duties.

"Oh really?" I said seductivly, I turned to him, he was closer to me then I thought. I gasped and leaned back.

"Yes, I find you very sexy."

"Mr. Bagans I know who you are, and I know you know who I am, let's just wait till the play and see where things go from there." I stood and walked to the window, looking out it was foggy, like a sad haze just, looming over the countryside. Mr. Bagans walked up behind me and put his large arms around me from behind.

"Alright, my darling, until Friday evening." He whispered. I looked over my shoulder.

"Until Friday evening." I whispered.

I left him in the parlor and went back to my bedroom, I watched him leave in his solid black carriage, with his solid black horses.

I sighed and went back to preparing for bed, I picked up my silver hairbrush, I was my mothers, I ran it through my strawberry blonde hair. I climbed into bed and fell asleep, I dreamt about Zachery.

DREAM

I was in his house, in his bedroom, he walked to the bed and crawled on to me. I giggled as he ran his hands up and down my sides and legs. He kissed up my stomach finally coming to my lips. I finally realized we were both naked and about to make love. He began to make love to me and I moaned. I moaned his name, calling him master. It was weird, but I liked it. As I moaned a pain hit my neck, I figured out that Zachery had bit me and was sucking blood from my veins. It caused me great pain but I liked it. After he was done I got up and walked to the mirror. My eyes had changed from their deep blue to an electrifying purple. I put my hand on my face in disbelief.

"You belong to me now." Zak whispered kissing my neck.

END OF DREAM

I awoke in a fright, I walked to my mirror, nothing had changed. I think I have figured out why women who go into Zachery's home never emerge.

"Oh my god!" I whispered. It's not true, it was just a dream, but it was so real.