She would never let herself love again

Reynne had been watching the man on the boat for about two weeks now. She kept trying to prolong the inevitable, she knew it would have to be done eventually. She had come to terms with herself a few days ago, she was obsessed with the young sailor. She could not decide if it was his chestnut brown, wind blown hair that dropped down just above his eyebrow when he didn’t brush it to the right side of his head, his chiseled jaw line that was covered with a five o’clock shadow. Maybe it was the way he looked in that deep black poet blouse that was always left open at the top to see the little hairs on his chest. She always loved looking at his eyes that mirrored the dark blue deeps of the sea when he would look out on the horizon as if longing for something or someone. She always dreamed about him one day being hers somehow, someway. It felt like someone put a harpoon though her heart when the elders sirens told her that she was of age now to perform the ageless drowning. It has always been a tradition, more of a law if you asked her, that when a siren comes to the age seventeen they must fine a sailor lure him to the water and kill them. She was free to choose whoever she pleased until Ravannah, the youngest elder, had seen her watching the ruggedly handsome man that she would never know the name of now and reported to the rest of the elders. The elders demanded that he be the one she lures for they are the sirens and men are the prey, for a mere man to lure a siren was a disgrace to their heritage. Now she spent her days watching him every chance she got before she had to do the thing she hated most. However she would not disgrace her mother and her elders, she knew what she must do. She then noticed the other ship that was headed straight for her loves. She noticed this ship was far more extravagant than the one she had been watching. It was filled with so many sailor and maids she had never seen so many people of one boat. The boat was painted of pure white as if a goddess had simple grew a tree of pure white wood. The sail of the ship was embellished with a crest of a lion with wings as blue as a blue jays. She watched it carefully from a farther distance behind the rocks no ship would dare come near. The sailors threw down two large boards so they may cross from one ship to the other. She moved a bit closer to see if they posed a threat to her dear love. That was when she seen her, a woman with hair that seemed to be made of pure moonlight and she wore a dress the was as rich a red as the coral she sometimes like to keep in her cave, with gold embroidery down the front. It was as in the sea had been drained of all the water, like her life would soon end right before her eyes as she tried to suck air into her lungs. She noticed as she got closer that the woman who was heading straight to her love, was pregnant as she walked with a hand holding her lower stomach as if to show it off to everyone. Reynne watched horrified as the two embraced each other then kissed a long, slow, passionate kiss. Reynne had seen enough she would watch this no longer, she made her way closer to the ship until she was right beside it. Then Reynne started to hum a soft low hum. Once she found her rhythm she let out her song of the depts, it was a soft tone as if it were a baby lullabies but it was dripping with lust. Her voice was made of pure velvet and was the promise of heaven on earth. She let her pain and rage flow into her song until she seen the men all turned to her. “Come to me my sweet, sweet things. I am your god and you are my king. Follow me into the sea. Where I can give you everything. Lust, love, or gold I am yours to control.” The maids and the she devil of a woman watched as many of the sailors unconsciously and uncontrollably walk off the boat and into the sea. Still her love was standing there listening but not moving, the woman quickly grabbed her love and dragged him away from the edge. Reynne refused to give up she would not let this woman keep him from her he would be hers. She sang louder and the louder she sang the harder the woman pulled. Soon the other sirens had come to watch and to take advantage of the men who were already in the water. He was almost there just a few more steps then he would be all hers. The woman above was screaming for someone, anyone to help but no one was left they were being held below deck by the maids or were already in the water. He was standing on the edge now and the woman was sobbing now begging him to come to his senses. Reynne took joy in her pain she loved that she could her this woman who hurt her. The woman lost her grip and fell back she scrambled desperately to grab any part of him but it was no luck. Reynne watches as he drops in the blue water but notices Ravannah grabs him first. She swims as fast a she could to get him before it’s too late. She makes it to Ravannah and digs her nails deep into her arms. Ravannah wails in pain and lets go of the her love, he tries to swim to the surface. Reynne makes her way to him just before he hits the surface and drags him down with her. Finally she gets her chance she crushes her face against his desperate and hungry for his kiss. She runs her fingers through his hair and wraps herself around him savoring every moment of this kiss. She only stops when he notices he is not kissing her back. She looks at his handsome face being so close to him she could now see a small cut along his jawline and his beard is a little more grown out. There was something wrong though his face was more purple than she remembered, she carried her gaze to his deep sea blue eyes they were glazed over and he was blankly staring at her. She lets him go horrified, she sobs at what she has done. She let her greed and desire controle her and she killed the man she loved so much. She hated herself while the other sirens and the elders were proud of what she had done here today. Love was too painful and unforgiving, she kept asking herself why she could not just let him go and be happy. Instead she hated that he was happy with that other woman who carried his baby. She would never forgive herself nor would she let herself fall in love again.

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The true soul of a monster

She had made it to the place where the many others that came before her had stood and lost themselves in the black madness that was practically trying to claw it way out of that gave and into her mind. Come my darling little doe and see for yourself why those who speak my name tremble in fear. She knew that voice would be one of silk but she was not ready for the smooth husky tone that filled her ears like the call of a siren and the scent of lavender and jasmine mixed with the smell of firewood on a snowy night filled her nose. She shuddered at the sound and smell that took over all her other senses. I know why you came my darling. I know what you wish to take from me. Just know that no one has ever walked away from here alive or at least with their minds still intact. 

She scoffed at the arrogance that radiated from within the cave from the voice that spoke not from inside the cave but from inside her head. It did not matter to her she had to do this she had to face this monster that lurked within the cave for the sake of her sister who was lying on the cot at their tiny home fighting off the fever that was so fiercely claiming every part of her body and would soon claim her life, she needed the stone that lay within the cave what could heal anything or bring back loved ones, it was why so many people sought out this cave but none have ever been known to take the stone.

Come now darling doe I grow tired of waiting do you wish to take the stone or not! She would take that stone or die trying no matter what without her sister that one who had raised her all those years after their mother and father had passed away she would do this for her to repay her, for if her sister died she would have no reason to live. She braced her hands on the two daggers that were buckled to both sides of her hips as she slowly pulled them free and gripped the golden hilts so tight her finger turned white. She whispered a small prayer up to the mother above as she stalked into the cave, she was not scared of the death that lurked before her, as it welcomed her with open arms into the black abyss, no, she was most frightened of the afterlife if she were to end up damned for eternity or if she would find that peaceful bliss of nothingness and just be done with everything no longer existing.

Silly little girl you think those tiny blades can hurt me, you must be far more foolish than any other mortal that has come here to try and take the stone yet. 

“I do not care what you think about be demon, I will retrieve that stone and I will leave her with my life and save my sister.”  She snarled into the darkness

There was no light in the cave nor was there darkness it was just black. The color black it’s self is what lie before her and she glided both her blades across the walls until she had to choose left or right. She chose to stick to the left due to the fact that her right were her stronger fighting hand. She felt the presence then of death itself breathing down her neck, she felt the shiver shoot down her back could hear nothing but her beating heart pounding in her ears at the silence. So tell me girl do I frighten you yet. Do you realize you stand before a god were as you are nothing more than a bug waiting to be squashed. 

” You do not scare me. I am my own fear. I am the only person who can decided whether I live or die. Not you.” She tried to sound certain and unafraid but her voice had failed her as she cracked at the end.

She felt the laughter ripple around her as it filled her mind and the air around her like a damn of water had just exploded and was now pouring out to drown out everything in its path. So loud, the noise that filled her ears as the ringing filled her head then the blue light sparked to life. It floated around like a spirit in the night dancing on the wind that carried it. She lost the power to breath as she spotted the claw of black that was inches away from her its talons dripping with blood of a crimson red. The smell of iron and decaying flesh slammed into her noise she could not stop the heaving that started as she emptied the contents of her stomach all over the cave floor. Another blue spirit appeared and she seen the tail that was shaped like a dagger but it was bent at a weird angle like someone had broken it.

The two spirits danced around snaking their way up the beast body that stood a few couple of feet from her. Its fur was in clumps and patches and what wasn’t covered in fur was black and looked to be made like leather covered in scars and cuts. The monster’s chest was something out of a comic book or a nightmare it was a skeleton hollow and empty she could see straight through to the red unskin of the back the blue and purple vessels that did not pulse of beat nothing moved inside this monster. It was like its chest was a cage a prison it kept you in until you slowly died from only the mother knows what. She tried to rip her eyes away from the beast before she could see its head but it was too late. She could not look away it was like she was frozen in fear as the spirits danced high above her head showing her the face of the enemy she would die to tonight.

Its face was half fur and half leather on one side the face had a smile cut and stitched into a smile while the other half bared razor sharp teeth that were just piled in side its mouth like it all just came in at once. One eye held nothing but blackness and death but the other was of sky blue filled with what looked like sadness and regrets. She started into that one eye ignoring the blood that dripped from the black eye and the smile made of shards of razors, and the horns on top the demon’s head that were spiraled and bent at wrong angles, the ears that were missing parts. She started into that eye of sky blue and felt the crushing weight that hit her as she knew the color and the way that eye looked.

That eye was just like the pair her mother had the sky blue color that was as bright and beautiful as the summer sun on a hot day shredding away the chill of the spring and winter and the rain that covered the ground spreading joy and life throughout the land. She knew that eye because she stared into that eye every single day of her life. She felt it then the slip into madness and darkness that pulled her under in the sea of black. She looked at that smile again that was forced upon the beast just as she forced herself to smile every day since her parents death. The eye that was nothing but blackness were the eyes she stared out of every day not seeing the beauty that was lying around her. The flowers that her sister would always tend. The smile of the boy that she had yet to tell how she truly felt about him. The sky that she would never see again. Her eyes drifted to the chest that was hollow and held nothing inside, it was her chest where she no longer let her heart love she had casted everything out and would not let anything into her heart again nothing would make her feel that pain of losing a loved on again. The claws that dripped with blood were her own claws that she used to shred anything or anyone who tried to get near her.

This beast, this monster before her, the thing that was going to end her life was herself. She could not think or breathe, the screaming in her head had gone silent everything around her faded away into blackness as she once again was floating in that sea of nothingness.

 

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She would never let herself love again

Reynne had been watching the man on the boat for about two weeks now. She kept trying to prolong the inevitable, she knew it would have to be done eventually. She had come to terms with herself a few days ago, she was obsessed with the young sailor. She could not decide if it was his chestnut brown, wind blown hair that dropped down just above his eyebrow when he didn’t brush it to the right side of his head, his chiseled jaw line that was covered with a five o’clock shadow. Maybe it was the way he looked in that deep black poet blouse that was always left open at the top to see the little hairs on his chest. She always loved looking at his eyes that mirrored the dark blue deeps of the sea when he would look out on the horizon as if longing for something or someone. She always dreamed about him one day being hers somehow, someway. It felt like someone put a harpoon though her heart when the elders sirens told her that she was of age now to perform the ageless drowning. It has always been a tradition, more of a law if you asked her, that when a siren comes to the age seventeen they must fine a sailor lure him to the water and kill them. She was free to choose whoever she pleased until Ravannah, the youngest elder, had seen her watching the ruggedly handsome man that she would never know the name of now and reported to the rest of the elders. The elders demanded that he be the one she lures for they are the sirens and men are the prey, for a mere man to lure a siren was a disgrace to their heritage. Now she spent her days watching him every chance she got before she had to do the thing she hated most. However she would not disgrace her mother and her elders, she knew what she must do. She then noticed the other ship that was headed straight for her loves. She noticed this ship was far more extravagant than the one she had been watching. It was filled with so many sailor and maids she had never seen so many people of one boat. The boat was painted of pure white as if a goddess had simple grew a tree of pure white wood. The sail of the ship was embellished with a crest of a lion with wings as blue as a blue jays. She watched it carefully from a farther distance behind the rocks no ship would dare come near. The sailors threw down two large boards so they may cross from one ship to the other. She moved a bit closer to see if they posed a threat to her dear love. That was when she seen her, a woman with hair that seemed to be made of pure moonlight and she wore a dress the was as rich a red as the coral she sometimes like to keep in her cave, with gold embroidery down the front. It was as in the sea had been drained of all the water, like her life would soon end right before her eyes as she tried to suck air into her lungs. She noticed as she got closer that the woman who was heading straight to her love, was pregnant as she walked with a hand holding her lower stomach as if to show it off to everyone. Reynne watched horrified as the two embraced each other then kissed a long, slow, passionate kiss. Reynne had seen enough she would watch this no longer, she made her way closer to the ship until she was right beside it. Then Reynne started to hum a soft low hum. Once she found her rhythm she let out her song of the depts, it was a soft tone as if it were a baby lullabies but it was dripping with lust. Her voice was made of pure velvet and was the promise of heaven on earth. She let her pain and rage flow into her song until she seen the men all turned to her. “Come to me my sweet, sweet things. I am your god and you are my king. Follow me into the sea. Where I can give you everything. Lust, love, or gold I am yours to control.” The maids and the she devil of a woman watched as many of the sailors unconsciously and uncontrollably walk off the boat and into the sea. Still her love was standing there listening but not moving, the woman quickly grabbed her love and dragged him away from the edge. Reynne refused to give up she would not let this woman keep him from her he would be hers. She sang louder and the louder she sang the harder the woman pulled. Soon the other sirens had come to watch and to take advantage of the men who were already in the water. He was almost there just a few more steps then he would be all hers. The woman above was screaming for someone, anyone to help but no one was left they were being held below deck by the maids or were already in the water. He was standing on the edge now and the woman was sobbing now begging him to come to his senses. Reynne took joy in her pain she loved that she could her this woman who hurt her. The woman lost her grip and fell back she scrambled desperately to grab any part of him but it was no luck. Reynne watches as he drops in the blue water but notices Ravannah grabs him first. She swims as fast a she could to get him before it’s too late. She makes it to Ravannah and digs her nails deep into her arms. Ravannah wails in pain and lets go of the her love, he tries to swim to the surface. Reynne makes her way to him just before he hits the surface and drags him down with her. Finally she gets her chance she crushes her face against his desperate and hungry for his kiss. She runs her fingers through his hair and wraps herself around him savoring every moment of this kiss. She only stops when he notices he is not kissing her back. She looks at his handsome face being so close to him she could now see a small cut along his jawline and his beard is a little more grown out. There was something wrong though his face was more purple than she remembered, she carried her gaze to his deep sea blue eyes they were glazed over and he was blankly staring at her. She lets him go horrified, she sobs at what she has done. She let her greed and desire controle her and she killed the man she loved so much. She hated herself while the other sirens and the elders were proud of what she had done here today. Love was too painful and unforgiving, she kept asking herself why she could not just let him go and be happy. Instead she hated that he was happy with that other woman who carried his baby. She would never forgive herself nor would she let herself fall in love again.