James Moriarty - Tempestuous Tides

Chapter 9

Sitting is the most peaceful part of any day, it lets your body relax, your blood pressure dies down so that you can calm for even the briefest of the moments in your life. You let the blood stop pumping too quickly through your body, preventing the risk of anything like a heart attack, cardiac arrest, or stroke. We all know how this feels, getting palpitations when anxiety overwhelms you and stress becomes a problem that you cannot escape or get rid of from your body.

Permanence until you get rid of the things stressing you in your life. You have to let go of certain things. 

Moran was giving Camilla sips of water to keep her hydrated internally, it was doing a good deal for her. She was able to speak without the raspy twinge in her voice as she spoke. The delicate, soft tones of her voice were a hypnotic sound all around her. So beautifully stunning for those who were able to listen. 

"You feeling better?" Moran asked her, looking up to Moriarty who was on his tiptoes, watching intently by the bush. 

"Yes, thank you," she offered him a small smile, before dropping her gaze to the ground instantly after. "I need to go back into the water. We need it to keep us alive. This is what it looks like when we die."

"I know." 

A look of surprise ensnared her face suddenly, giving her inner feelings away. Moran never realised that Aella would not have told them everything. Aella was keeping a lot of secrets hidden underneath her armoury, keeping her past close to her chest, keeping herself to herself. Portraying the fake version of her to the world. 

"Moran!" James snap whispered for Moran, getting his attention straight away. 

James looked ahead, his eyes becoming those of a mammal ready to hunt for prey, his attention span was focussed. He was waiting to be a Lion, ready to hunt, smelling the air, waiting for the moment to jump. Jump to see what they were doing. 

"Bring it," James was stern, he held no remorse for referring to Camilla as 'it' rather than using her name. Sebastian was far too used to it now to feel any compassion for Camilla. "Now would be good."

"Come on," Moran helped her up, putting her on his back, creeping around the woodland on his tiptoes. 

Ahead of them, another one had joined, another one left to back down the long pools, which seemed to stretch deeper than anyone was able to map. Only them. Her ability to be able to swim must be incredible.

Looking at Camilla in human form, you would believe that she could not be so agile in the water. Yet, she was someone who could do more than just swimming around like the fairytales portray mermaids to be. They were living among them. 

"We adapt," Camilla spoke out, catching Moriarty's attention. 

"What do you mean? You adapt?"

Coughing from the lack of hydration for her skin, a small bit of blood showed in her hands, which she just wiped away, covering it up. 
"We adapt to being human. Some of the people you know are us, including men," 

"New rule. When anyone speaks to you, do not speak. When you want to speak, do not speak." 

Stunned. Never had she been treated so cruel. "Let me down!" she screamed from on the back of Moran. He dropped her, knowing full well someone would have heard that. The strong ones that had only just come back out for a trial of the oxygen humans breathed in and out. 

"Camilla," Moran grabbed her, holding his against her mouth to keep her quiet. As he held her shut, her mouth opened wide and encased his hand as she put a bite mark in his left hand. "Camilla!" 

Even though he was in pain, the normal reaction was to jump away, but he let his hand remain there. This strong grip he had over her petite jawline so delicately crafted, was something he was not going to be letting go of anytime soon. 

"Do not let go," James hissed, watching the blood dripping down Sebastian's hand. "Do not let go. Just walk with me, the sooner we use her as the bait we need then we can get you fixed up."

Moran nodded, trying to surprise the amount of pain he was in. Camilla was looking at him longingly, following along with them. Her eyes were filled with pain, a small tear growing in the corner of her eye. 

Tightly holding on to her lower abdomen, he released his hand, he defied all orders of letting go and all ideas of keeping hold. He knew that if she was going to co-operate, she needed to have her freedom of speech. 

"I am sorry," 

"As you should be, you have torn my hand to shreds. When he turns around, I will put my hand on your mouth, so do not bite me again,"

"Okay." 

Camilla was grateful for him being nicer than the other one she was with. The other one she deemed to be the cruellest man on earth. Coming back into the opening, they watched as one of them emerged and descended, bringing a man up to the surface of the pool. It was a man, his face was pale, sickened, looking quite dead. 

"Who is that?" Moran was confused about who they had taken with them, wanting to know.

"I think he is who you are after," Camilla spoke in her Spanish accent, looking to Moran. 

"Are you sure?" 

A small nod as everything they needed to know. Sherlock was nowhere to be seen, neither was Mycroft. Where had they gone? 

This was the new age of discoveries, realising there is more than one type of people living among them. 

"It's Aella and John," Moran whispered, hearing someone else whisper it in a darker tone. "Sherlock." 

James looked up to see Sherlock going forth, he was not stopping at anything or thinking about any consequence to his actions that could happen to him going forward so suddenly like he was. 

"Sherlock!" Mycroft called from behind, talking to himself as they watched a small young boy brought up to the surface. "My son!"

"Not your son," Moran rolled his eyes, seeing Moriarty walking forward to the scene. 

"Moriarty!" 

Camilla just watched on with Moran, she needed to go back, her body was becoming more withered like rotten fruit. "I'm dying, Moran,"

Moran looked around him, seeing that they were all surrounding John and the boy, none of the new species were anywhere to be seen.

"Aella will come, and then they will be dead. You need to take me to water, Moran. I can help you,"

"Will they all die if I leave?"

"Not if I have anything to do with it," she coughed and spluttered, spitting up more blood than before. "Please, you have to."

Moran scooped her up into his arms, running to an isolated spot of water he knew she would be able to swim in. Had he just found the one person who could help him?

"I will,"

"And, I will be able to get rid of the bite on your arm, and your hand." 

Softly smiling at him as he ran, he knew she was someone worth saving. At one time, he had thought Aella was. Was it just their kind that made them so hypnotic, made them so likeable? Who knows.