Half Breed

Chapter One

Chapter One

    Leah stumbled out of the illegal underage bar following her group of people. She had been nervous at her first night out in the city by herself so she tried to keep up with her friends, taking shots and ordering sugary drinks. Her small frame could not cope with it and she had passed out at the bar for a little while. When someone tapped her shoulder she felt a drunk's disoriented panic before she recognized her brother Luke's shirt. Now out in the city air her heart sank as she realized she did not know any of the people in the group she had been following. Panicking, she abruptly turned around and walked back the way she had came.

       They wouldn't leave her, would they? Maybe. If they were all as drunk as she was right now. Leah knew she was in trouble when she stopped seeing other people on the streets, she had drifted away from the glossy entertainment side of town. Her fear sobered her enough to begin walking in a determined way, trying her best to act the opposite of the lost rich girl she clearly was. Damn, I really should not have worn this she thought as she stared down at her silver sparkling miniskirt and tight white blouse.

The shoes were killing her but she could not walk in nylons.

       The hairs on the back of her neck shivered as the sound of a motorcycle roared through the street, the only sign of life she had heard or seen for a few minutes. Making a quick, and possibly terrible decision, she attempted to flag the biker down. Her body betrayed her and she went tumbling into the street hands first. The dry pavement met her wrists and cheek as the squeal of burning rubber approached rapidly. There was no time for her to get out of the way.

       Looking up at her oncoming fate she saw the biker tilt the bike and put his boot on the pavement. A flash of silver revealed steel soles. He planted his boot and jammed the breaks, turning the bike wildly to avoid her. It was so smooth it looked long practiced. As if he had just taken a Sunday stroll the man tipped the bike onto the kickstand and walked over to where she lay.      Feeling suddenly vulnerable and stupid Leah tried to get up, only to be reminded of a twisted ankle. A hiss of pain escaped her. The lithe man squatted down in front of her and removed his black helmet. Black, shoulder length hair tumbled out and was quickly arrested by his fingers to be imprisoned behind his ears. He wore all black, jeans, a cotton shirt and a classic leather jacket. All the black made his pale, European looking face stand out strikingly. Concern and cockiness mixed in his emerald eyes as he raised his eyebrows at her.

       "Either you're drunk Miss, or you really like biker guys." he joked.

     Embarrassment sharpened her tongue "I lost my friends and ended up in your slum, sor-ry!" She instantly regretted it, and not just because she had revealed she was alone.

       He seemed to take the quip in stride, though, and looked at her ankle. He passed his eyes along everything in between too, making her blush at his bright eyes. 

     "Let me help you to my bike so we can get your princess tush out of this slum street."

     Without preamble he bent and lifted her into his arms, acting as if she weighed no more than a child. Pressed against his shirt she could feel the wiry muscles of his chest and abdomen. His breathing was steady and a smirk decorated his lips. Leah caught herself, she was just as bad as him, looking at her up and down. She decided she must still be drunk. He set her down gently on the bike and went to a small carry on strapped to the back. It was black too, of course. Wonder what his favorite color was? As he poked through the bag he looked up at her and said "I'm Seth, by the way."

     "Leah."

     He nodded and pulled out a small first aid box.

     "Well, Leah, I have some alcohol pads for those scrapes and some wrapping for the ankle if you'll let me take a look at it. I'm no doctor, but I have had to patch myself up quite a few times."      Oddly shy, she nodded. He handed her a square of wipes and gestured to her hands and cheek. Leah realized she must look like a chewed up ragamuffin. Now she wished she was too drunk to care. It really wasn't like her to be so temper mental, normally she was very go-with-the-flow, but the night's events and the extremely attractive man in front of her made her act crazy. She felt the sting of alcohol on her ankle, but felt much better a few seconds later when it was wrapped up tightly. He put her shoe back in that black pouch along with the medical supplies. Straightening, he placed his helmet in her hands and looked at her again.