𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍

Chapter Five

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Cecilia | 1998

Who was he?

Cecilia watched the white-haired boy pound his fist into the tree. Her head twitched to the side as she merely spied on the boy. Who had a certain smell to him—a stronger smell—which made everywhere inside her heat. He was filled with wrath, consumed with chaotic sadness that it almost made the little demon in the lake curious.

Cecilia didn't hum yet. Usually, her song would echo before she let her victim see her but he was different. She wanted to see what he would do.

So, she leant up on the rocks, resting her hands on the cold surface, her chest above the water. Her long, dark dripping hair fell down her chest, covering her breasts and the ends of her hair swimming in the water.

He turned to her.

His eyes grew wide.

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Draco | 1998

Draco couldn't look away from the beautiful creature that stared at him. It was so human-like but the beauty he stared at was not human at all. Angel-like, but this was no angel. It was dark. Terrifying. He should run. He should shout for help but he found himself stuck, enchanted by this mysterious demon.

Its eyes were seductive—and he could see the sparkling blue of them from this distance and they looked right into his own. There was no pupil, only a the thin line down the middle of them. And its ears—holy hell—pointy like an elf's.

And where those scales—

And claws—

How much had be had to drink?

"What are you?" Draco realised he had spoken the words out loud.

And then he found himself stepping closer, willingly approaching the demon—It seemed surprised.

And then Draco stopped in his tracks when he saw its tail. It was dark blue but it had scales that shimmered almost silver—like the colour of the moon—he had to be imagining this because mermaids were not real. Mermaids were a myth, a fairy tale and nothing more than that.

"Come closer," it spoke. Spoke to him like a human but this creature was not human. And its voice was so beautiful with an accent. Something mythical and old.

Draco's feet moved. But only he hadn't realised and there was a sharp ring in his ear—piercing his ears. But it felt. . . alluring and beautiful. An angel's voice but no, this was no angel.

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Cecilia | 1998

This boy reminded Cecilia of a wolf. A big handsome white wolf. He was strong, she could smell that on him, both physically and mentally. He smelled both loyal and dangerous all at the same time which made him so much more alluring. Even his voice, something like bravery and determination. But there was something else about him—something lonely.

And when she spoke to him, her hum echoed off of her words. And it took a lot more of her power to get him to fall under her spell but for a few seconds, he was hers.

She was going to enjoy this one—the hunt was always her favourite part. But even without her hum ringing in his ears, he was choosing to stay.