Notice:
Any acts of harm, violence, or m*rder (non graphic) depicted in this story are entirely fictional. They are not instructions, endorsements, or encouragements for real-world behavior. Harming others is illegal and morally wrong; such actions should never be practiced, encouraged, or imitated.
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Sarit
I was like any other 'tail' of siren species you may be familiar with. Despite the fact that sirens themselves were not even originally sea creatures, beings like mine hailing from waters where sometimes one's own kind referred to us as Jiangshi or even Sang Khwa, sometimes using our own language altogether. The name need not matter as the understanding we held within us, possessing unique powers and a tail fin of a whale.
Abyss was a Cecaelia sea creature, a type of octopus-like dark depths phantom being, trying to blend in as my only treasured companion. Having a somewhat darker class of sea creature, Abyss is the sweeter one between us despite his "species" being known for their spears and ink, their extraordinary power to deilluminate.
I've been told I'm from higher waters, originally an old class associated with the nymphs and naiads. I tend to find these myths as hard to believe as humans find our existence.
I much prefer to be more of a lone siren rather than a group pod member. My days spent trying to enact revenge and lure people to their deaths.
Sometimes humans were tolerable when their strife matched that of my own. When they felt suicidal or lonely enough that even my company was better, I would lure them to the ocean and then drown them, making them like me, my own kind.
I was taught such growing up; it was kill or be killed.
Many tales of sirens, I was told by my elders, said that the first sirens came from a goddess called Atargatis or Derketo. She was known to have thrown herself into the sea after losing her loved one, and the gods made her a siren-like being. Thus many of my kind were known to turn other similarly sorrowful souls into our own.
At least they'd hurt less when it was over than I would. Sirens are much too beautiful not to hunt people as people hunt us and other animals. I did not know then any better.
Abyss, however, not bearing the same hatred toward humans, instead was united with me in the sense that we both pursued our own revenges, hurt extensively by a past we couldn't forget.
My best friend, having a more fragile nature unlike his species, often struggled to leave the depths to come to the surface.
Eventually, with assistance, Abyss received intel on where the group he sought to destroy might be. According to what we were told and found, their group had come from Japanese English waters.
Onyx was infamous for his wit at a young age, a real cliché, I thought, rolling my eyes. Abyss had hardened his gaze, determined now. I knew I would support him when he made up his mind like this.
Onyx is their leader, a hybrid Akkorokamui. What I know of these creatures is that they do not acclimate well or blend best with the climate of our warm Thai waters. Hence they typically remain primarily on land for their dwellings and business when away from home.
Abyss then headed to land with the intention to infiltrate, blend in, and make a survival for himself beyond the depths, beyond the unknown.
The day after Abyss had arisen onto the shores, I was on recon to check on my friend. However my ability was limited. While Abyss struggled to leave the depths, I couldn't morph into a human with legs without first stealing the essence of a human.
Many other sirens of my species could sleep with, eat, kill, or gain the energy of humans through intimacy. Hence it wasn't unusual for there to be hybrids, usually those born of mostly human or mostly siren genealogy.
It is true that some individuals with heritage, even distant, may feel a calling to the water or to the land, but since the modernization of the human species, coexistence had largely dwindled. Unlike the weak pod, which was all too merciful, I felt nothing but spite toward the humans who forced everyone into unnecessary hiding. They took the waters, acting as if they were their own, causing destruction and draining our innate powers just to camouflage like fish and octopuses.
My sweet mother, who fell in love with a human, had once given her pearl to a man, but he died due to his own idiocy. When her energy from that bond dissipated while she was on land, she passed away, struggling to give birth to my little sibling during the painful transformation that tore her body apart. In that moment I vowed to never love someone like that again.
I recoiled at the thought of becoming like the sirens around me, who often reveled in their powers to allure people, be intimate, and then go onto land. The very thought of intimacy was ridiculous; I despised it. I would use seduction solely to murder or to morph others into my species.
Humans were a weak and stupid, inferior race. It was too easy to sing them a lullaby and infiltrate their corrupt hearts. If they truly loved, they wouldn't fall captive to my voice.
One day, while trying to look out for Abyss from the shores, I encountered a young man, one I wished I could have lived a lifetime without. He had wide eyes with a sparkle about him I could never quite explain.
I had no clue what the young man was there for. However I felt the urge to sing a siren song. I eyed my prey from the waterline, presuming this mayhaps be another wayward soul.
Someone with infidelity. The only ones a being such as myself can enchant are those with an empty heart.
"Usually meaning they are either not in love, depressed, or merely lacking in any heart in the first place," I thought to myself with disdain.
The young man suddenly turned from his nets, locking eyes with me. I jolted back; I couldn't believe I was so distracted I had forgotten to camouflage. "No matter," I thought, "I shall just entice him with my looks."
"Bet he will fall hook, line, and sinker, just like the fish he is holding."
The young man slowly approached, leaning over the boat, inching towards the water. The light shining on the water almost looked like pearls in his eyes. He just stared at me with big eyes, not fully seeing my form.
Finally seeming to notice my mystical appearance, I outstretched my hand; I opened my mouth and said, "Come."
In response, as they all do, he did. He reached out his hand and was yanked into the waters. Down and down we went as I dragged him, expecting the trance of my voice to make him enchanted to his own demise. Yet the man held his breath.
Just as he was starting to run out of air, he looked into my sirenic eyes, tilted his head, and pulled my head in close, kissing my lips in a deep, deep kiss, deeper than the depths we dived to. It felt hot, hotter than anything I ever felt in the warm Thai waters.
It was a desperate, intense kiss, the kind that made my stomach flip. The instincts of sirens made such gestures hard to resist. It may be the only thing that can enchant the enchanters.
I was in shock. How could he, why would he? No one had ever been conscious enough at this point to do so.
Maybe it was some last-ditch attempt to get air; however there was no air as I do not need to breathe. Probably a confusion in the desperation.
He kept leaning in deeper, till even I couldn't stop my eyes from glazing over and instincts beginning to take over. "This is dangerous," I thought to myself. I can't drown the man like this, I am more likely to be the one drowning if the intimacy continues.
I bit the man's lip hard with my teeth, puncturing it a little, pausing a bit to savor his taste. However the peculiar man seemed far from fazed, only continuing to stare me down with those steady eyes.
I felt a pull, the overwhelming desire to eat him, make his eyes flicker, anything. I smirked, trying to regain composure and distance myself.
I tried to revert to my natural charms to get the job done, pulling out my powers to the best of my ability to enchant him again. Unfortunately, to my great shock, I was already beginning to change forms.
I jolted as my body had the urge to get up to the surface; in a panic I started swimming upwards. Mr. Mystery now similarly followed, too distracted by what was happening.
Slowly my fins turned into a kick till I was kicking desperately to the top, but failing. I had no idea how to use these limbs.
The man reached the surface ahead, given he was much larger and stronger. He paused for a moment before, for some reason, diving back down to grab me by the waist and haul us both to the surface.
Coughing as we hauled up ashore, sputtering, I started muttering curses.
The muscular hunk said, "Is this the thanks I get for saving your life after- after whatever that was?"
Then we locked eyes again. I could tell for a minute both of us were feeling something, an invisible line drawing us together. I gave him that seductive look.
"You... have no clothes," Quacky Pearl Eyes said.
"What, like what you see?" I responded flirtatiously with a hint of sarcasm.
Dr. Know-It-All gulped.
I attempted to clamber my way up on the ground with no shame, deciding to set out to find Abyss and deal with this situation, this dude, later.
The dorky hottie ran behind me like a fool, calling out that I needed to wear clothes.