The Sweet Lullaby : a Watersong Fanfic

A Siren's Inner Hunger Ch - Ten

Author's Note: Sorry- that I haven't updated for a while. But-I'm writing a new fan-fiction for Game of Thrones, now. But- this story has been getting a lot of attention-so I will be doing regular updates. Just to note-this chapter is really long, and has a big twist at the end. Thank you for the continuous votes, and reviews they make me truly, and utterly happy. Please keep it up! Hope you enjoy!!

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Not long after Gemma's little catastrophe in the sea.

She found herself back at the little beach house that Penn had bought when arriving.

It was the same as Sawyers-but had another level of luxury that Sawyer's didn't.

It wasn't plain, or a bleached white-but had more of a darker aspect, nearing the color grey, but not going as far to name the color black. Gemma told herself that it was an improvement from the last place and it didn't give her a headache.

"Welcome back our singing beauty. " Penn said, while flipping the pages of a trendy magazine. While Lexi, and Thea laid out on the couch flipping though channels, and final deciding on a stupid-love obsessed reality TV show.

"How did you know?" Gemma asked, walking over to where Penn sat. Propping her arms on the marble counter, her elbows touching, and feeling the ridges of the paper from the magazine.

"Please Gemma. Whenever one of us sings it's like a signal to others. And may I say how happy I am of you. " Penn replied, closing the magazine-having forgotten that she was even looking at such a thing- and walked over to her and shared a hug of acceptance.

"Gemma, we should go out tonight?" Lexi asked. Jumping up from the couch-leaving Thea alone, and skipping over to where Gemma stood; Lexi grabbed ahold of Gemma's shoulder and pulled her back. Making Gemma almost fall in the process.

Thea got up reluctantly , and Penn followed calmly. The previous conversation dropped, but not forgotten. Sirens never forgot.

That's how Gemma found herself at a local club.

Loud music drenched her ears, Gemma had to hold her hands up just to have a sense of thought. She looked to the girls for help, but they had dispersed into the dancing crowd.

They had arrived at the club only minutes ago, and already Penn, and the girl had abandoned her to dance upon the dance floor.

'I need a drink.' Gemma thought to herself.

She ducked head underneath the arms of dancing couples, and circled her way across the dance floor to reach the bar that was located at the other end of the club.

Slowly, Gemma made way and she sat down. Quickly getting the attention of the bartender, who was quickly adept to follow her every order at her beck and call. 'A siren-thing?' Gemma questioned herself- it was something to ask her fellow sirens, Gemma reminded.

But, wasn't going to overthink it- she smiled as a drink appeared before her hands. Already seeing the perspiration of the glass- a cold drink surrounded by a warm environment...

Taking a swig, and Gemma could feel the coldness of the drink. Cooling her, and making her feel like she could do practically anything.

"That must be a good drink?" A male voiced from behind.

Her drink forgotten, she turned her head. If Gemma had a drink in hand-she would have probably dropped it.

She was met with silver eyes, with a tint of violet. His hair, black, as a raven's. His hair was tied up, and had it dangling across his chest. He wore a white-shirt, and blue denim-jeans, which clang to his muscular form. He was hot, deep down Gemma's inner Siren was clawing its way for control. In that moment, Gemma wanted him like she had wanted Sawyer. The feeling of power, and the undeniable lust that came with it.

She gulped, and replied, "Yeah it is, the club can be too much."

"You don't like clubbing?" He asked, his features hiding something.

"Not really." He laughed. The sound of his laugh haunted Gemma, like a Siren's song, that caught the hearts of many; willing them to their deaths.

"What's so funny?"Gemma tried to defend herself, trying to ignore the feel of hungering after a man she just met, willing her inner Siren to back off, and give up.

"It's just...You're in a club. With Music, and dancing. Yet, you say you don't like clubbing. It's funny, really."

"I'm glad, I can amuse you. " Gemma curtly replied.

"So, do you have a name, club hater?" He asked, while he took the seat next to me. His closeness was a bad thing, as I caught myself moving closer to him. Inhaling his scent, capturing every little thing that compelled her forward.

"Gemma, and I don't hate clubs. There just so loud." Gemma replied. Her eyes never leaving his form.

"Gemma, that's an exquisite name. "

"And you're charming."

"No, I'm the exact opposite. I'm not that charming, I'm just a very intriguing guy to get to know. " He replied, as his finger touched the corner of Gemma's face moving a strand of fallen hair that was in her face. Tucking it behind her earlobe.

"Does said intriguing guy have a name?" Gemma said, not even leaving his violet-grey eyes.

"Viserys. " he replied.

Minutes turned into hours. By the time, Viserys had led her out of the club, Gemma didn't want to depart from him.

He had captivated her, he had many mysteries about himself, and Gemma wanted to discover them. Each time he talked it was like fresh water, pure ecstasy- it was a feeling that Gemma was close with.

She wanted him, every little movement, and every brush that his fingers made to her skin, burned her already unstoppable desire to have him. She needed to walk away, Gemma knew that she had accepted her role as a Siren, but she wanted to spare him.

"I have to go. I'm glad we talked. But, I really have to go. " Gemma walked away.

She had taken three steps till Viserys took her hand and yanked it back.

Pushing her body against his form, he walked forward. Making Gemma walk backward until her back met brick. His fingers traced her lips, an uncontrollable hunger swept through her veins.

'Why is he doing this?' Gemma thought.

Fighting deep within herself to stop the hunger. She tried to pull away, but he held her firm, and captured her lips. Gemma moaned in pleasure.

Viserys smirked in return.

There lips were apart for seconds. A predatory feeling now the present emotion of all her being.

But it only took the next words to evaporate the gnawing hunger.

"Gemma, your a siren aren't you?"