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Prologue

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Cecilia | 1956

There was something about a man's scream that made Cecilia smile.

It made her look forward to her next kill. Because there will always be more. Until she kills, the one man she wanted dead most, the man who cursed her, who made her into this beautiful demon of death. A man's scream is only satisfying to her because he made it so.

Before, she was a simple girl of innocence, merely searching for answers. And a man of great power and handsome face deceived her so foolishly. His cunning smile should have been warning enough.

Sixty-seven years she's been this way. He should be dead and she should be in her eighties and yet she remains young and lovely. Like a precious angel. But all thanks to him, she is no angel. Not anymore.

A man of pirate blood is both mighty and evil.

All the blood the lake soaks in is on his hands. And that thought fades away in her mind when she spots her next victim. She lowers herself into the rippling dark lake so only her enchanting, sapphire eyes and the points of her sharp ears are the only thing visible above the shore.

She watched with awe as he walked toward the lake, clearly in distress and disoriented with anger. Perfect. The tall brunette loosens his school tie and throws it to the grassy ground he stomps on.

She decides to watch him for a while, and admire him. Deep down she didn't want to kill him, no, she wanted to beg him for his help to break this curse — if there even was a way.

But this curse forced her to kill. When it came to it, asking for help was nothing compared to the temptation of killing. It was in her nature now, to kill and to enjoy it. She loved the way their warm blood would feel on her body. She relished in watching the life drain from their eyes and watching the way their bodies would fight with everything they had. It was euphoric. It felt like a gift as a manic smile would spread across her bloodied lips and her demon-like eyes would glisten at the sight of death.

She loved everything about the kill and for that sole reason, she hated it. She hated that she loved it. That was her curse.
"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." The boy yelled as he kicked a nearby tree with rage.

Her fangs ached with hunger and her claws tickled with desire. The troubled ones were her favourite.

That's when her hum began. A beautiful alluring sound which echoed against the ripples of the lake. His head instantly turned and that's when Cecilia raised herself so her head was just peering over the rocks.

Her dark hair fell over her shoulders and into the water below. Her gills twitch on either side of her neck, which usually went unnoticed by her victims. They were too focused on her topless chest or her beautiful sharp, blue eyes.

He approached her and his head turned with admiration as he fell under her spell, from the destructive melody that left her lips. Her hum came to a halt only when he was kneeling in front of the rocks.

"What are you doing in the water?" he asked, the same thing almost all of them ask.

She smiled sweetly as she blinked her eyelashes, "what's your name?" Her voice had a hint of that same deceptive melody.

"Dorian," he answered, his eyes completely fixated on her.

"Hello, Dorian," Cecilia's voice was like an angel but she spoke with the Devil's intent, "what's troubling you?"

"Your eyes. . . their so. . . un-human-like," Dorian muttered.

"Nevermind that," Cecilia rested her wet hand upon his, and then another hint of that melody, "answer me please."

And he opened his mouth like he was going to tell her all of his secrets, "I was caught smoking in the bathrooms for the fourth time and now the headmaster is calling my father."

His eyes peered lower, now noticing she was wearing nothing and only her long hair covered her breasts. If he looked any further he would see her tail.

But she didn't care but Dorian had said something of interest to her, "The headmaster? What's his name?"

"Headmaster, Julian," Dorian responded and then his eyes widened slightly, "Is that a tail—"

Headmaster, Julian, is not the same man. Cecilia almost rolled her eyes. She hoped he wasn't dead but she knew he was immortal, she had realised that too late.    

Cecilia usually likes to talk to her victims for longer, she liked to ask about the world, to see what she's missed and how the world was evolving. But now she was angry. Just thinking about the man who cursed her made her violently angry.

"It is," Cecilia forced a smile.

"What are you?" Dorian questioned shakily, he was both intrigued and fearful.

"Kiss me," Cecilia muttered, raising herself more, revealing her breasts, which her hair covered lightly. His lips parted as her eyes filled with desire and need.

Her teeth threatened to appear at any second. Her claws itched to snap from her nailbeds.

"Kiss me," Cecilia repeated with a little chuckle. The water beneath her rippled with power.

Dorian's eyes seemed to whiten as he moved his head closer to hers but she only lowered herself into the water. And poor, troubled Dorian had no idea of the fate he was about to face.

Dorian's lips were inches away from her glossy lips when the real demon appeared. The hiss of her teeth snarling out made his eyes widen with fear. Her pupils had thinned into demonic lines, just before fangs bit into Dorian's neck. Her razor-sharp claws pieced into his arms as she pulled him into the lake.

Her tail created ripples making it harder for the boy to escape. As terrifying as she was, her tail was far more.

When Dorian finally stopped fighting she released her teeth from his skin and went back to the surface, her fangs still out and her pupils still in beautiful, terrifying lines. She left Dorian's body where she left all the others, on the side of the lake, on the rocky stones.

His blood dripped from her lips and down her chest and she still looked devilishly beautiful. Cecilia licked her lips as she looked up into the star-lit sky, only to come face to face with a full moon. That would explain why she felt such rage.

She lowered herself back into the depths of the water, where she'll remain until another male wanders close when her senses would heighten once again.

And until then, she'd get to watch someone innocent discover yet another body, leaving the students and professors to wonder why and what did it to him. Another name was added to the list of hundreds.

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