The Siren

Chapter 1 -

I am a creature of the Fey

Prepare to give your soul away

My spell is passion and it is art

My song can bind a human heart

And if you chance to know my face

My hold shall be your last embrace

*Graces P.O.V*

I stopped abruptly, allowing myself to collapse to the ground against a rusty pole, stationed opposite to an ugly green looking trash can surrounded by  garbage littered all over the dirty concrete floor.

My heart was beating so fast I was almost sure it was trying to burst out of my chest, and my lungs struggled to take in oxygen. My chest rapidly rose and fell with each sharp intake of air my body allowed me to take.

I knew it'd be a silly move to run home, I'm so unfit. 'Don't stay here too long, only rest for a few minutes,' I told myself.

A cold breeze of air whipped my skin, causing goosebumps to arise on my skin. I drew my legs up towards my chest and hugged them, as an attempt to warm me up slightly. Luckily for me, it did the trick.

I laid my head on my knees and looked around at my surroundings. The alleyway was dark, with only one light bulb illuminating the large area, the light bulb itself was stationed above a door, which led to the back of a popular café, and looked like it was about to give out.

Beside me was some terribly drawn graffiti in huge writing that read, "Boyz Rule". How childish.

I continued to look around, my gaze falling on the full trash can opposite of me. 'Oh disgusting', I thought, staring at a spot near the trash can where a rat was scavenging for food. I watched as it nibbled on a piece of bread. Suddenly the rat looked up at me, appearing to be observing my every move. Its ears twitched ever so slightly before the rat scurried off.

Well, that was unpleasant.

I stood up slowly, using the wall behind me as support. Once I was fully standing I dusted off my dress and turned out of the alleyway and onto a main street, only blocks away from my house.

The stars were out, brightly displayed all over a black canvas of black midnight sky.

'Crap,' I thought, 'I'm going to be in so much trouble with father.'

Grabbing the hem of my dress, I lifted it up and began to run straight.

I passed heaps of familiar stores and houses before I slowed down to a jog and eventually began just walking when I reached my street.

The neighbourhood was awfully quiet, only the sound of rustling tree branches could be heard from where I stood, two houses down from my own.

I walked passed Mr Jenkins house and stopped. At a time like this his house looked creepy and haunted, sometimes it was hard to believe someone actually resided in the broken down Victorian looking house.

Quickly I skipped off, ignoring the bad feeling that washed over me when I approached the entrance of my house. I carefully walked up the twenty or something steps, trying desperately to not make to much noise. When I reached the huge doors, I gripped the metal handle in my hand and pushed the door open.

The door creaked ever so slightly, just my luck. I squeezed through the tiny gap made, not wanting to open the door any further just in case it began creaking again.

When I made it through the door without making any noise, I silently closed the door behind e and turned around. I came face to face with my maid.