Chapter Three

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About twenty feet from where Damara impatiently paced, Penelope rested in the dark shadows of a group of boulders, shielding her from the sun's warm light.
"Damara..." She whispers and points to a man coming closer to the pool.
Damara instinctively hid herself away. It wasn't the fastest escape, but it was acceptable for Penelope.
She watched as Damara anxiously waited for the man to give in to the cool water of the pool.
He had only been waist deep when Damara made her way into the light, pretending not to notice him.
They finally make eye contact, and the man gradually makes his way towards the beautiful girl before him.
He says something... She says something back... Uh-oh... They shouldn't be having a conversation.
The Siren's way is to attract, then kill.
Not befriend, then flirt.
This goes on for much too long.
Finally, they're kissing as Damara pushes him under.
She starts struggling... It usually doesn't take this long.
Gradually, the struggle lightens and she makes her feast, blood spreading everywhere.
It smelled spoiled.
He had struggled too long.
The proud young siren wipes her lips and rushes to Penelope.
"So? Did I do better? He was a hard one... But I finally got him!"
Penelope shakes her head.
"Be more patient next time. Here is a neat trick I learned to keep the blood from getting soiled. You know too much struggle makes the blood rage with adrenaline, so to prevent it just keep kissing his neck and before he can return the favor, bite down. Struggle free."
Damara nods her head and smiles.
"Wonderful idea! I always seem to make them struggle for too long... I'm just too weak to strangle them."
Penelope nods her head and offers a warm smile.
"We will practice again later. I'll go report to Rhydia how you did."
They part ways, but a knotted feeling rests in the pit of Penelope's stomach.
Something bad is going to happen.
This, she is certain of.

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