Bloodthirsty: A Collection Of Scary Stories

The Waters' End

Part 1 

“Estil detre yio qesi....”

The fishermen spoke their tongue that meant nothing to the shapes moving beneath the boat. They had caught one of our own, and they were going to pay for it.

“Daoi! Daoi nersad!” The fishermen had spotted us.

We moved closer, ready to wreak revenge.

A tail flopped in a tank near the nets as the fishermen cast the arrows.

Nothing will stop us. Not once we are focused on the hunt. No arrow can.

Tails swished in the water as the night cloaked them from prying eyes.

Humanoid eyes.

Monstrous eyes.

Eyes that belong to the Humarg, the monster humans.

The nets are being cast now. “Gai! Qe uyi dasro.”

Arms pull faces up, stunning faces.

Beautiful faces.

Entrancing faces.

Singing faces.

Fishermen are pulled into the water.

Blood everywhere.

Heads bobbing.

Severed heads.

We got our dinner.

We pull the boat underwater, freeing one of our own.

The girl swims out of the tank, legs stuck together.

We are happy.

 

Full.

 

For we are mermaids.

Part 2

 

The boat is found, wrecked and blood matted. The Humarg Officials stare into the tank. “Wiji rease dol mere.”

Hardened nails scrape the bottom of the boat, hungry.

Hungry.

So hungry.

The Officials are jerked backward.

One is swallowed up by Ditsa, the leader.

The Shamed Mer gobble up the remains-Ilda and Qella.

I look to my left, and see an arm. I devour it.

I am Lolije.

I am of 186 Dark Seasons old.

I belong to the North Atlantic merpeople.

I do not fit in.

 

Arrows fly, and one meets its mark. It is Jewei, the 7th in line for the head of the teenage mermaid pack. We are between the ages of 150 and 250. You humans would call me 13.

I am one of the youngest, obviously.

 

Her tail is a white-green, and it is sprinkled with fuschia on the actual flippy part one the end.

 

She squeals, and sinks down into the depths. She will not come back to the pack if she survives.