Sirens

Chapter Two: A Great Disobedience

Melody sprung up to sit straight up. The dream seemed too real to sprout from her unconscious imagination. Her room was in order, as if nothing had been touched, but she couldn't remember coming down from the library. Maybe it wasn't a dream, but she couldn't find any other explanation unless someone broke in. The wards she had set hadn't been disturbed either though, perhaps she was sleepwalking?

Her mind was swimming, and she felt like the water torrents she made. A tossing, sick, and uneasy sort of feeling. It churned and twisted in her stomach. The bile in her throat rose until she swallowed hard. Often trying to find her sire had made her sick, but it had never been so painful as now. Coughing and doubling over, she tried to clear out her mind to heal. Sirens are never ill, at least, not by human disease and viruses.

She got to her feet, the tips grazing just above the floor. Stretching her arms and scratching her head, she yawned and left her tower. The crystals were still dim, quiet in the eerie darkness. No guard was out and about thankfully.

Something about the green prisoner irked Melody, and she couldn't shake the feeling. The absent eyes had been staring at her, though through a glaze of who knows what. There was still something that drew Melody over, she couldn't quite get a grasp on it though.

Just before reaching the cell, however, she was jerked backwards by her arms. "We are beginning to make a habit of going in the wrong direction, aren't we, little girl?" her arms were twisted in an odd angle that made it impossible to move, "Where might you be off to?" his voice was sultry but rough.

"O...ow!" Melody tried to twist away, "Let go."

"Not gonna happen, princess," Ivan laughed, "Sunken ship is the other direction. Let's go." he dragged her backwards.

"I can get there on my own," she wriggled around a little more sending sparks of pain through her shoulders, "Ivan, let go."

He twisted just a little bit more, "Quit squirming. It only makes it that much more fun to hold you captive," his bare chest was hot against her back, and his hands felt like they would crush her wrists.

Poison circled around them both in a shrinking arc, "I won't try to get away..." she whispered.

Ivan let go, turning her to face him. He had taut muscles all over. A tattoo of chains wrapped it's way around his strong bicep. His hair was short everywhere except a line along the center of his head where it stood up and curled at the ends. His eyes were dark pools of the unknown, and a decisive mind. Two metal pieces stuck out from his eyebrow, and he always had a cross earring in one ear. If he wasn't so terrifying, he might be quite handsome.

He easily towered over her by two or so feet. His long torso leading down to relatively narrow hips. From there, he had a choice to have a tail or legs. In this case, it was to have a very dark blue tail. Very practical for the dangerous waters of the shipwreck admittedly.

Melody also twisted her legs together into a tail of shallow-water blue. It would be much faster this way, and easier to slip away should the need arise. With Ivan, the need may be immediately. Only, she promised not to escape, also Poison was following with enough of a distance to catch her within two seconds. This was simply a battle that her logical mind knew could not be won.

As they drew closer, Melody saw that the thick wooden hull was splintered and left a gaping hole where a rock pushed through. She slipped through a broken porthole, Ivan waiting just outside. His broad shoulders wouldn't fit through the gap. This was something she had to do alone. Ocean needed the cargo, but not if it contained anything that would become dangerous to life within. Something as toxic as black oil or gas leaks could not escape into open waters.