Suburban Cyborg

by Gloria Martin

  As I walked down the steps of my porch I saw a dark figure walking up the drive. I stepped forward with caution and met the stranger halfway, by my car. He grew bigger the closer he got to me, both taller and more muscular. When we were standing in front of each other in the cold night air, I found it odd that he was wearing a skintight black t-shirt and dark jeans. Meanwhile I could see my breath in the air when I exhaled and I was close to shivering in thickly lined parka and Ugg boots.

  “Hello, my name is Micah,” his voice was deep and had that sexy rasp to it. I looked up, and up, at his face. Of course he was handsome as well as tall, he had an intense brow and almost unnatural teal colored eyes. His hawkish nose led down to plump lips and a cleft chin. He had a square jaw that was speckled with brown stubble. I glanced up at his brown hair and saw it was styled into an undercut bun. His incredible good looks coupled with his height and build lent me to believe that he wasn’t quite real.

  “Um…uh, hi. I’m Stephanie…” I said. Micah inclined his head in an almost old world fashion.

  “It is a pleasure to meet you Stephanie,” Micah said with a small upwards quirk of his lips. I was growing confused and uneasy as to what he was doing in my driveway. Micah was also just staring at me, his eyes almost calculating as they roamed my body from head to toe.

  “Ah, it’s good to meet you too?” I said in confusion. “Can I ask what it is you’re looking for exactly?” Micah tilted his head slightly to the left and grinned, his smile was predatory and it definitely sent a frisson of warning up my spine.

  “Yes, I’m looking for you. There is someone I need you for. I’ve been watching you for a few days now and upon closer inspection I’d say you’re the perfect fit.”

  My eyebrows furrowed and I took a step away from Micah, but he only took a step forward in return.

  “I don’t know what you’re saying, but if you’ve been stalking me I’ll call the police. I’d like for you to leave now, thank you.” I tried to make my voice as stern as possible, but Micah shook his head and sighed.

  “You don’t have a choice Stephanie, I have a deadline to meet,” Micah said simply before he grabbed me by the arm abruptly and spun me around to land hard against his chest. All the air left my lungs as it felt as if I slammed into a brick wall. Micah’s hand covered my nose and mouth and I couldn’t breathe. His hand was hot, not like body temperature hot, but like accidentally touching the stove while it was cooling off hot.

  My heart thundered in my chest as I struggled against him, but he had a vise grip on me and I felt that soon I would pass out from not being able to breathe. My vision tunneled around me and then utter blackness enveloped my sight seconds before I passed out, unconscious.

  *****

  I woke up feeling disoriented and with a sense of dread in my chest. Before I opened my eyes all the memories of Micah and his suffocating me outside of my house came pouring back. My eyes flew open and I bolted up straight in bed. I was in bed? I glanced around and saw that I was in an opulent room; it was decorated in warm colors and the modern furniture was all warm mahogany.

  The large canopy bed was situated in front of a great fireplace. To the left of the bed, and along the left wall of the room, was a long window that looked out at a forest. There was a window seat that served as a little reading nook also. To the right of the room was a set of double doors and on the wall behind the bed, further to the right was another door that probably led to a bathroom or closet.

  I glanced down and saw that I was no longer wearing my work scrubs and parka. I was wearing a long champagne colored nightgown that felt like satin and was a bit see through. I glanced outside again and saw that it was early morning as the sky was slowly lightening over the trees. I couldn’t really hear past the rush of blood in my ears and the pounding of my heart in my chest. Where was I?

  I was startled and jumped when the double doors opened and he strode through, Micah. The man who freaking abducted me, he was wearing a black button down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, and dark form fitting jeans. His hair was in artful disarray as he didn’t have it pulled back into a bun this time.

  “What did you do to me? Where am I?” I asked accusingly, my voice wavering with the fear I felt.

  “I took you to your future husband’s house. We’re still in Colorado, only we’re near Minturn, so you aren’t that far away from home.” Micah tried to make his tone comforting, but it only came off as patronizing.

  “Why would you kidnap me from my house? Why am I here!?” I was borderline hysterical and Micah gave that maddening sigh again, as if he were so misunderstood, and then stepped into the room and shut the doors behind him. My heart sped up in my chest and I became terrified at the thought of what he could do to me.

  “You’re here because we need a bride for Prince Tristan and you are the perfect fit,” Micah said simply as he orbited closer and closer to the bed. I pulled my knees up and scooted back against the headboard in a protective ball. This guy was crazy; he wasn’t making any sense.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about…” I said. I wondered how I was going to get back home, Denver was two hours away from Minturn. I didn’t have a car, I didn’t know where my clothes went, and I knew for sure that Micah would not drive me back. He’d kidnapped me!

  “Let me explain, and quit acting like some endangered kitten. I’m not going to hurt you,” said Micah. He came to a stop directly next to the bed and I felt a strange heat radiating off of him, like he was a space heater or something. “I’m a dragon shifter. That means I can turn into a dragon, and yes I can breathe fire,” my jaw dropped and Micah crossed his thick arms across his chest.

  “You can’t be serious,” I said incredulously and Micah smirked. He reached over to me and took my hand. He pulled me up off of the bed and then I was hurrying to catch up with him as he strode through the double doors and led me left down a long curving hall. We emerged into a brightly lit foyer, the white marble floor cold under my bare feet. The circular area was flanked by two more hallways and there was a wide set of glass panels directly in front of us.

  Micah led me through one of the panels that swiveled open and then we walked out onto a large green back field. Not a back yard, it was really a back field. Micah let my hand go. He stepped off of the short landing that led to the house, walked some ways out onto the grass, and then turned to look at me directly. As soon as he walked away from me I felt the chill of the early morning near-winter air. His teal blue eyes suddenly looked like they were lit from within and then I watched, wide eyed, as he started to morph.

  Micah simply fell to a crouch and then he started to elongate and grow bigger. His skin turned scaly and wings started to stretch from his back. In under half a minute Micah was a huge dragon standing on the grass. His skin was almost black and I could clearly see the scaly pattern of it. His blue eyes were glowing and he was staring at me with a chilling intelligence. My breathing was way too light and fast, and my blood fell like it was thinning. Before I knew it my head felt like it was filled with helium and then I was falling to the ground as my vision tunneled and went dark altogether.

  *****

  “Stephanie…Stephanie!”

  I jolted awake at the sound of Micah’s urgent voice. When I opened my eyes I found that I was in Micah’s arms and he was looking down at me with concern in his eyes. His face was so close to mine that I lost my breath all over again. Did he have to be so gorgeous?

  “I’m okay…I just…I thought you were insane, there’s no way dragons are real, or shifters…or dragon shifters!” Micah pulled me up from the ground and kept his arm around my waist. He was really warm, which didn’t help my trying to recover from fainting.

  “I’m not insane. Now how about we get you some water and I finish explaining to you why you’re here?” said Micah.

  I nodded weakly and Micah led me back inside and then down another short hall where we emerged into a family room. The space was open concept and next to the family room was
a modern kitchen. On the other side of the kitchen was the dining room that had a huge wall of glass looking over more of the fields surrounding the house. I could see the forest in the distance surrounding the clearing.

  Micah sat me down at the breakfast bar and I wondered why it was so quiet in the seemingly large house. He puttered around the kitchen silently as he got a glass and poured me some water from the fridge. He set the glass down in front of me on the granite countertop. I took a sip and then realized I was parched and then took a larger gulp.

  “Like I was saying, I’m a dragon shifter, a part of a small clan of other shifters. We live out here, separated from the rest of human society, pretty much. We do have a leader, the king, Lord Cyrus and his son Prince Tristan must soon assume leadership. The next generation of shifters are all matured and it is time for Tristan to lead. In keeping with our culture Prince Tristan must marry before he can become Lord.” Micah spoke slowly and clearly while his blue gaze held mine.

  “I was tasked, as his second-in-command to be, to find him a suitable bride. You with your blonde hair, green eyes, and pleasing shape are a perfect fit,” Micah finished. I simply blinked at him, doe like, and then I took a long drink of the water. I almost wished it was something much stronger.

  If there was ever a time where I cursed my good looks it was that morning. I had long wavy dark blonde hair with big bright green eyes. I had high cheekbones that were naturally rosy due to my fair skin and my full lips were also naturally red. I wanted to glue a paper bag to my face and then run away back to Denver.

  “You want me to marry your prince…a guy who I haven’t even met?” I asked with a bit of hysteria creeping into my tone. The entire situation I was stolen into was completely insane. Micah nodded and I sighed deeply.

  “This can’t be…real,” I said in exasperation. My hand fell down to my lap from gripping the then empty glass and I remembered that I was wearing the satin nightgown. “How did I get into this? Who undressed me?” I asked. My fear and hysteria was quickly dissipating and anger was replacing it. Flint entered my voice and my eyes cut into Micah’s. His eyebrows furrowed a fraction and then he smirked, of all reactions.

  “It is real; Prince Tristan is on a private mission with his father at the moment. You will get to meet him later in the day, but I am to ensure that you understand that this is your life now. Most importantly that you understand there is no going back from this.”

  My other hand tightened around the glass and I let it go before I picked it up and threw it at Micah.

  “As for your clothing…I changed you. I thought you would be more comfortable in that.”

  I stood up from the stool and began pacing back and forth in front of the breakfast bar.

  “I need…I just need time; I need to think,” I said. I began to walk away from Micah, but before I knew it he was right in front of me. I yelped in surprise and took a few steps back from him.

  “You cannot leave Stephanie, I hope you know this,” Micah said with finality.

  “So you’ve said, but you can’t just expect me to wake up and accept all of this on a dime!” I was through trying to reign in my anger and I let him have it. Micah smiled; it was almost patronizing, but also almost like he was happy to see me angry.

  “You have fire in you, that’s good. As you can imagine we are a very spirited people, hot-headed at times, but passionate. You are a better fit for Tristan that I thought,” Micah said with a smirk. I grabbed a throw pillow from the nearby sectional in the family room and threw it in Micah’s face. He caught it before it could hit him and he actually laughed at me.

  “I apologize, I’ll show you back to your room so you can change and shower, then if you are hungry you can find me here. I’ll be making breakfast.” Micah turned on his heel and led me back through the same section of the house and to the room I woke up in. He left me at the door. I shut the door and took a deep breath before I walked back to the closet. It was full of clothes, my clothes. As if someone had been back to my house and emptied out my room. Towards the back of the large walk-in was another door that led to the bathroom.

  I picked out an outfit; a clingy, plain, light blue sweater and light grey skinny jeans. The bathroom was just as modern with the same understated opulence as the rest of the house. Well as much as I’ve seen anyway. There was a free standing tub to the right and one way glass, or I hoped it was one way glass, that looked out at the clearing along the right wall. Next to the tub was a wide space with a tiled floor and a drain at the center. Above was a rainwater shower head coming straight down from the ceiling.

  Across from that was a large vanity counter with a sink set into it. To the left of the vanity was a room for the toilet. I went ahead and did my business. I showered and took my time in brushing my hair until it dried. Then, before I went out to the kitchen I decided to explore the house. There were three wings to the house and I figured out that it was really a mansion or compound. It was all modern and updated. The wing I was familiar with had seven bedrooms and two separate living areas; the one near the kitchen and dining room and then another that was more of a game room. In the second wing of the house was a more formal, much larger dining room. There was a formal living room, music room, and library.

  In the third wing was a party room, or ball room really. There was another larger kitchen and then an indoor garden. Outside of the garden was an actual backyard with a gourmet deck with outdoor living area. Leading down from that deck was a cobblestone path that led into the surrounding forest. After what I saw Micah do an hour ago I was afraid what was lurking in the trees and I didn’t want to venture out into the dense forest.

  I went back into the house, to the first, east, wing. I took a deep breath before I stepped into the kitchen with Micah. He was sitting on the couch playing videogames for Pete’s sake. He glanced back at me and then gestured to the oven.

  “There is steak and eggs in there for you, I hope you are not vegetarian,” Micah said before he went back to his game. I stifled my sigh and went to get the plate from the oven. There was a place set for me on the dining table and I sat down to eat. The food was surprisingly delicious and I was starving. The food disappeared from my plate quickly.

  “You eat well,” Micah said. He smiled at me as he walked over and leaned against a chair.

  “I eat when I’m hungry,” I said, and then glanced up at Micah. He was looking at me with a strange tenderness in his eyes and it sparked an even stranger warmth in my chest. I quickly looked away.

  “Tristan is due to arrive any minute now. It’s customary that we meet him outside to welcome him home,” I nodded and then stood up with my plate to wash them in the sink. “Don’t worry about that, we have staff,” Micah said and I wondered who actually had cooked the fantastic steak and eggs.

  Micah led the way and we walked out towards the back of the house to the clearing, where we waited in the grass. Soon I saw five shadows cast on the grass. When I looked up I saw five huge dragons flying right towards us. They were varying in color and hue and they landed almost directly in front of us. They all morphed quickly into their human forms. There was a large white dragon with striking moss-green eyes, darker than my light green ones, and he morphed more quickly than the others.

  He seemed almost eager as he strode up the few short steps and took my hand in his. I was stunned by his beauty honestly. Were all dragon shifters gorgeous?

  “Hello, I am glad to finally meet you. I am Prince Tristan.” Tristan’s voice was decadent, deep and smooth like chocolate. He was a little taller than Micah, but a bit more leanly built. It was odd how they could morph with their clothes, but he wore a tan, almost golden-colored turtleneck sweater, and snug blue jeans. Tristan had golden blond hair that was curly and hung to his shoulders. His face was gorgeous. He had an angular jaw and chin. He was smooth shaven with high cheekbones and a hawkish nose that was very slightly crooked. He had the sparkling, attractive eyes that were framed by long lashes. His wing-tipped brows weren’t
as intense as Micah’s but still gave him a smoky gaze. Tristan even had a deep dimple in his left cheek.

  “Um…hi, I’m Stephanie…” I said lamely. I was still a bit star struck. I barely even noticed the other dragons who had all morphed back into men and were greeting Micah and filing inside after having sent me curious glances. Tristan smiled and he brought my hand to his lips for a brief kiss.

  “I hope you have made yourself at home here?” Tristan had a cute, subtle accent that I couldn’t quite place. It was vaguely Baltic.

  “Honestly…it’s kind of hard seeing as I was kidnapped and then forced to conform to whatever this is,” I said, gesturing to his house and the surrounding woods. Tristan’s expression instantly became contrite and he glanced behind me to Micah before his green gaze settled on me once more.

  “I realize this must be hard for you to get used to so quickly. Perhaps we can walk together and talk about some of your concerns.”

  Tristan was actually trying to soothe my fears. I blinked at him in surprise, then nodded cautiously.

  *****

  Tristan kept hold of my hand. He glanced at Micah again before he led me down the steps and then towards the perimeter of the clearing and the house’s lot. Micah stayed behind, but he watched us go for a moment before he turned around and disappeared inside.

  “So what is your greatest fear about this?” Tristan asked, his voice was sincere and his eyes trained on mine as we walked.

  “Other than the fact that I’m marrying a complete stranger who can turn into a giant dragon and fly…I’d say it’s the prospect of never going back to my life in Denver. I mean…I have a father and a brother who I visit often and I have a job that I love,” I said. My voice grew thick as tears threatened from the thought of never seeing my family or friends again.