Angel of Light (A Zak Bagans Story)

Chapter 5: Zak Bagans

Chapter 5: Zak Bagans

All 6'0" of this tall, dark and haunted man had stepped into the room, and Good Lord, he was beautiful.

Man...he's better looking in person, I thought, trying not to blush.

He was wearing his traditional "all black" attire - baggy, black jeans, and a long sleeved, black shirt - his dark hair was perfectly sculpted into his trademark style.

Noticing his clothing immediately caused me to realize that I too, was wearing all black.

I hope he didn't take it as some sort of sign of obsession with him.

He was looking at his phone, which had a set of earbuds plugged into it. He took the earbuds out of his ears as he tapped the screen on his phone.

Whatever was running through his mind, I could tell by looking at him he was in a dark mood.

"Hey bro! You won't believe this! This is Alicia Wilde, the applicant for today. She worked on 'Uncharted' bro!" Aaron exclaimed excitedly, motioning to me - apparently hadn't sensed Zak's mood like I had.

"Oh, really?" Zak replied, not sounding at all impressed.

He walked straight to his desk, not looking at me, or stopping to introduce himself.

As Aaron saw him approaching, he got up out of the chair and moved to sit on the edge of Zak's desk, one leg bent along the edge, the other stretched out casually.

Aaron seemed to have noticed Zak's mood now, and was probably wondering what was going on.

Zak sat down on the chair, setting his phone and earbuds aside. He kept his eyes down on his desk, avoiding looking at me.

My social anxiety started rearing its ugly head.

What's wrong with me? Do I look weird? Do I smell? I questioned myself, and grimaced slightly at my foolishness.

Aaron seemed perfectly fine around me.

Zak picked up the printout from its folder and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his massive chest.

I saw his eyes quickly scan the printout.

With his attention diverted, I studied his face.

He looked tired, no...downright exhausted. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes looked swollen. Almost like he had been crying, but I couldn't bring myself to imagine Zak Bagans crying.

I sat nervously, but quietly, as he read the printout. The room seemed dark now, and filled with nothing but tension. That, combined with the look on Zak's face, I knew this was not going to go well.

I swallowed nervously.

"This would be quite a job change. Going from a Motion Capture Artist to a Paranormal Investigator," Zak finally spoke, tossing the paper onto the desk and finally looked up at me, still with his arms folded.

Good God, his eyes.

Those beautiful, hazel eyes...

"Why the change in career?" Zak questioned, keeping his eyes on me.

I felt like he was staring into my soul.

Damn...he's intimidating, I thought, as I shifted slightly in my chair, doing my best to remain calm.

"Need a change of pace. Change of scenery," I replied.

I really hoped Zak wasn't going to try to get my whole life story out of me the first time we met each other.