The Siren's Voice Calls

Chapter 14

A week had gone by and I was sitting up in bed that Friday night finishing up with my research paper on sirens. A lot of information was found, but I still struggled to understand the association with me. Maybe it was only because I had a limited ability, so far. The image in my mind was nothing like what the Historians had documented and reported. (What does it all mean?) My essay was already extensive, more than the required bare minimum. Peter and I worked together on it a lot at home, as well as the times spent in the library with Sarah.

Only a few more things to write down and I would've used every single reference on the list we were given for the assignment. I even looked online for some additional information. Found mostly pictures of mermaids. Wikipedia stated what a siren symbolized. 'The mermaid is only one of those forms. It is an archetype ripe with meaning on many levels. The siren myth is most often a dangerous creature as much as she is pure sexual attraction. In some myths she lures sailors to their death... The siren is the ideal symbol of the primal power the female has over man.'

When I finally finished my report I closed the laptop up, and put it and the flashdrive in my bag on the desk. Sitting back down in bed against the pillow I had propped up, I leaned my head back. I closed my eyes and grinned with relief. Peter was playing the song he wrote for me. Once again, he succeeded with calming me enough to be able to sleep soundly. Saturday was going to be when Nicolae and I would try to access the depths of my mind again. I was both anxious and nervous, so hearing the piano melody helped me to relax. Pulling the pillow down, I laid down and turned the lamp off to go to sleep.

The next evening, we were in the living room together. Nicolae had me laying on the couch again. "Okay, we are going to take it slow. Remember that we are right here beside you, so you do not have to worry about anything," Nicolae spoke reassuringly. There I was again, at the edge of the forest lake. Even though I could not see him, I felt Peter's hand holding mine. Knowing that made me feel braver the second time around. I walked out onto the surface of the water, and as expected, it glowed with a blue-green aura. I stopped for a brief moment. One more step and I was going to be closer than I had been before.

My entire body radiated in the colorful glimmer. I was so close to the tree by that point. The temptation to reach out and touch it was consuming me. Something held me back, though. I could hear voices speaking to me and then I was in the living room of the manor again. Looking at Nicolae, I asked, "Why did you pull me out so soon? I was so close to unraveling the truth about myself." "I warned you, Lydia, that if we do not take things slowly, you will end up having all of your energy drained just the same as what happened the first time." He was right and I didn't want to overdo it again.

Peter helped me upstairs because I was exhausted still, even though it wasn't like when I fainted. He laid me in bed, tucked me under the covers, and kissed me good night. When he turned to leave I reached out to grab his wrist to stop him. "What is it, sweetness? Do you need me to play for you tonight as well?" "Please stay?... Stay with me?" I quietly begged him. He sat on the edge of my bed to take his shoes off. I moved over to give him room as he laid down next to me. He wrapped his right arm underneath and around me when I laid my head on his chest. With my right hand, my fingers entwined with his, holding his left hand. I could feel his thumb brushing against my skin back and forth.

We stayed like that until I drifted off, unable to control my eyelids from closing on their own anymore. I felt more at ease that night because I had Peter with me. As long as I was with him, nothing bad could ever happen to me, nothing could go wrong. In my slumber, I could feel his fingers of his right hand brushing the skin on my arm and shoulder ever so gently with passionate caresses. With his other hand, I felt his fingers combing through my hair. I instinctively clung to him closer. Being in his arms had me at peace throughout the whole night.