Seethe: First Draft

Seethe: Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I've spent my whole life running. My family was kind of an unconventional one. We never stayed in one place for very long. We were never really able to because it isn't exactly easy for a horde of banshees and sirens to go around feeding without attracting attention. Sirens and Banshees are nothing like you've heard about in myths. Every myth has some amount of truth in it. Banshees and Sirens feed off of life energy, kind of like a vampire feeds off of blood. Banshees require more life energy during a feed, which is why they're so closely associated with death. For them to be fully sated, they have to kill whomever they feed on.

Sirens, on the other hand, require less life energy to survive. Unlike Banshees, Sirens are also able to feed on sexual energy, similar to Succubi. Some very ancient Siren would tell you that Sirens used to be able to feed on strong emotions, but I've never seen or heard of it beyond just talk. Sirens and Banshees tend to run in hordes. It's safer that way, since we've accumulated quite a fair bit of enemies.

Most Werewolves and Sirens tend to not get along, especially if the creature in question is directly related to someone who lost their life in the great battle between species. This particular war is almost forgotten since it happened right before the Witches started a war with the Werewolves which led to practical extinction of Witches. How we all managed to remain hidden from the humans in this time still remains a mystery.

The feud between Werewolves and Sirens has always been a sore point amongst Sirens and Banshees. It's why many could never forgive my mother for bringing me into this world. If she wasn't as powerful as she is, they might've tried to kill her and I both a long time ago. As it were, my mother is one of the most powerful Sirens to ever walk this Earth and swim in its waters. The reason our horde looked at me like I was an abomination was, well, because I was. In all scientific, DNA/crossbreeding studies, I should never have come to be. For the longest time, all non-human creatures believed that we couldn't breed with each other, and then some halfling came along to prove them all horribly wrong.

Throughout all of the uproar of these halfbreeds, no one ever thought that Siren and Werewolf could mate. It was just unheard of. A Siren would die if they stopped feeding and a Werewolf was too territorial to allow the Siren to feed on anyone else, resulting in the Werewolf's death. Okay that isn't exactly correct, not feeding doesn't necessarily cause death for a Siren, we just become nature creatures, like nymphs. But for all intents and purposes, we die.

The terrible unlikeliness of a Werewolf and Siren pairing was what made my existence such a shock. I was born half Werewolf, half Siren. My mother raised me as a Siren, because my Werewolf father never wanted anything to do with me, not that I could blame him. I've witnessed firsthand how messy Sirens are, not that they'd include me in their shenanigans. Being a half-blood meant that I was left out of a lot of things.

It also meant that I lived my life on a hit list. All creatures despised me. To them, I shouldn't exist. Knowing all this, I wasn't surprised when my horde chased me out. You see, the month I turned eighteen, my mother decided she needed to leave to find my father, in case I started to have Werewolf problems. I'd had slip ups here and there since I was sixteen (prime age for Werewolves to begin finding their mates and to begin changing). The misfortune of my mother leaving me on my own was that she forgot how much the horde despised my existence. For fear of my mother retaliating, they'd never kill me, but they sure as hell would chase me out of town and tell her I'd chosen to leave.

I expected to chased out, I just never expected it to be so violent. As they savagely tore through the trees behind me and I struggled to catch my breath, all I could think was how stupid I was to not expect this type of banishment. That, and I wondered what they would tell my mother if they caught me.