𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍

Chapter Four

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Cecilia | 1998

Somewhere in the dark deep waters, Cecilia listened. Something that sounded familiar to her pointy ears and something that she recalled she once enjoyed. Music. It was only an echo of it but it made her swim ever so slowly to the top. The moon was a wobble of white as she swam closer to the top and all of her senses were going wild.

Not with excitement, with hunger.

She smelled them and her tail whipped to the side with the uncontrolled, feral desire. The music became louder and sounded wretched but the smell, oh Gods the smell. Her scales flickered and her nails snapped sharply when she got to the surface, Cecilia floated and only let her eyes peer over the water.

From her view—in the middle of the lake—she saw a group of students, females and males but she only had a craving for the males and there were so many of them. She'd never seen so many at once. The music was clearer now, something boomy and bassy, and the humans were cheering and drinking from small cans.

Cecilia watched almost in awe and envy—and perplexity tickled her as she eyes the humans and their strange music and small cans. It's been so many years, over a hundred since Cecilia was human but she was familiar with the term partying. . . which she was certain these fools were doing.

Right by the lion's den.

They were all too close to the lake, and that uncontrolled hunger was ripping through her immortal grace—but they were too close to the rocks for Cecilia to pounce—to lure one of them over. And the music was overly deafening for her hum to be heard. Or was it? Maybe she could taste it out. The hunger—The desire it was growing and she couldn't handle it. It was this curse that made her this way, what made her so evil and dark but it was moments like these when she wouldn't want it any other way.

When her hunger was this strong she forgot what it was like before. When she was human—weak.

The power she felt was wild and rough and it only kept growing—

So Cecilia watched and she'd continue watching with this aching hunger and wicked envy until a lone boy wandered off into the darkness, and would be met with his fate.

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Draco | 1998

The moon above Draco was full and bright as he followed a half-drunk Blaise into the dark woods and Theo who clung to a case of beers. The hoodie Draco wore did little to keep the chill away but he didn't care—all he wanted to do was get this night over with. And if getting drunk made it go quicker then a beer would be in his hands in no time.

The music was already playing and as they neared, Draco saw the golden flickering flames of a bonfire. Girls in boys' laps, people playing drinking games or simply standing and talking with each other. A sight that would have once coursed adrenaline through his veins because he knew he was in for a thrilling night.

But he didn't even want to be at this party now. He just wanted to be left alone.

"Finally," Rian Jonz approached them with widespread arms and an intoxicated grin, "I was beginning to think you fuckers weren't coming."

Rian Jonz, the captain of the lacrosse team and the school's biggest tosser. Girls swoon over his dark brown hair, bright green eyes and muscular tall build but he is nothing more than an arse who has a different girl at his side every week.