Siren's Call

Chapter 8

(Dipper pov)

He carries me into his room setting me in a barell full of water that someone had put in his room. It's small in height but large in width and has enough room for me to fully stetch out.

I look up at him confused as he pulls off his drenched coat. "Why you letting me stay in water? I thought you wanted me to keep my legs."

"I do. But you saved my life when you didn't need to. You could have easily just let me drown and swam away using the storm as a cover. But instead you chose to stay and save me. So why would you do that?"

"I don't know. I didn't even stop to think, I just jump and acted on pure instinct."

"Instinct? Instinct doesn't have you save the live of your mortal enemy."

"Then why do we have to be enemies? I never understood why you humans hate sirens so much."

"You use your songs to lure in humans to kill for fun."

"It isn't for fun. We only do that when we need to hunt in order to eat. And we wouldn't kill your kind at all if you didn't kill us first."

He kneels down and quick as a flash grabs a fistful of my hair making me wince sharply as I grab as his wrist. "You want to know why humans hate sirens so fucking much? 10 years ago, a local fishing ship was attacked. They did nothing wrong but go on their usual route. Cause of death was that they all had just jumped into the water to drown. 3 of the bodies were never found. One washed ashore of a small fishing island, the body covered in bite marks. Having big chunks missing from his body. So if you ever wonder why I hate your kind that is why."

He lets go walking over to his trunk unbuttoning his soaked shirt.

".....'why I hate your kind.'..."

"What?"

"Before you said why humans hate sirens. But then at the end you said why you specifically hate my kind."

"So what."

"The fishermen who died.....one of them had to have been related to you. You are about 19 now.....so you would be 9 when they died. Your father was one of them who died?"

"That is none of your fucking business!" He throws a book at my head and I barely manage to dodge it by going under the water.

The water ripples as his door slams shut meaning he's left the room. Slowly I peek my head up and to my relief he is gone just like I thought he would be.

I look and see the book he threw at me is one I don't recognize. It has a weird material on the cover, I think it's what humans call leather. I've never seen it before, only heard about it.

Reaching out slowly I barely touch it before retracting my hand. It feels so weird.

I wave my webbed hand around a bit to dry it off as I fip the book open only to be greeted by more human words that I can't read. I groan slightly as I flip through a few pages of it.

"Stupid human writings....why is this so impossible to read?"

I stop flipping when I find a drawing that looks exactly like me. It is very defined and detailed, having shading on everything that should be shaded. It is so detailed it even inclues the tinies shading on my scales and the water droples on the webbed stuff inbetween my fingers. I don't exactly know what that stuff is either.

I flip to another page and this time there are two drawings. One of me looking like I'm in pain with legs but some scales still visible.

The other drawing is of me looking human in his clothes. I feel a small smile on my face as I gently close his book.