Siren

Aria

The woman on the floor was lifeless. Her auburn hair was scattered in multiple directions, stained with dried blood; crimson. Her emerald green eyes were wide open, but the jade irises held a dark type of bleak terror. Her clothes, a lime green dress and matching opal jewellery, were drenched bloody. Her body slumped over the floor, with no signs of movement. My heart pounded as one name continued to run through my mind: Aria, Aria, Aria. 

I raced to the centre of the room where her body was slumped over-my eyes skimmed over to complete a quick assessment. Her face against my fingers whilst I touched her hair it was Aria, long cascading brown hair with its shades of chocolate and copper-red was now harden with the splotches of dried red liquid. I brought her close to my chest, my heart.

She was unresponsive, gone

I enclosed her delicately around my body my arms wrapped protectively around her dainty figure. Just then I felt her stir it was first an unexpected beat of her heart and then an awareness of the warmth surfacing from her body. Why was she breathing she was cold in my arms a minute ago. I felt a sharp gasp in my ear her breath tickled my hair once her chest heaved and rose. She began to shake as if she had been doused in the coldest water and was reaching for something warm. I hung to her tightly trying to bathe her in my heat. Why was she breathing she was dead, was I dreaming? was what just happened been too much for my brain to comprehend so it had constructed an alternative reality; one where Aria was alive?

Was that possible?

Aria mumbled something on my neck,  her temperature had risen now and she was positioned directly to face me.  I could see her face now all it's completeness.  Mercury-red hair tumbling over her shoulders, She had a sculpted figure which was twine-thin. Her waist was tapered and she had a burnished complexion. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. It was a pleasure to see her. Her enticing, constellation-green eyes gazed at me over her puffy, heart-shaped lips. My focus was on her lips with their rosy peach shade, it wondered what it would feel to touch them against my own.  

I needed to touch her now the urge was overwhelming unavoided with her soft murmur next to me, I had wanted to kiss her for a long time but sat face to face, breathing her in, touching her skin. I bent my head forward lifting her chin to meet mine. I pulled at her waist willing her to come closer against me and crushed my lips on hers. Her lips tasted of strawberries when I kissed her; soft and sweet I beckoned closer.  There was the interplay of tongue against tongue and the desperation intensified hot flashes of desire kneaded together hers and mine in equal measures. Her teeth scraped my lips and I groaned with a response driven by deep instinct. I didn't care about the other survivors in the room only for this moment, only of  Aria.

She raised her hands and ran her fingers through my dark hair playing her hands around the curly nabs at the back of my neck. I pushed my lips deeper against hers now devouring the taste of strawberry champagne, she kissed me back with the same intensity. A moan escaped her heart-shaped lips whilst her hand rested against my touch reassuring me that this was what she wanted. 

"check these two out, nothing like a bloody school massacre to get them hot and heavy" someone shouted, followed by a troupe of loud laughter she paused and pulled away from me taking away the heat. I turned to the direction of the voice wanting to cause some degree of hurt to them for destroying this moment. 

Aria had gotten abruptly up her face a picture of embarrassment as she brushed her fingers across her dress, she looked down at me, face redded with humiliation a flash of pain pinged to my chest was she regretting what had just happened between us, was this a mistake for her? 

"We need to get out of here," she said shakingly 

"I know it's not safe I hope somebody had the good sense to call the police," I said half gathering myself up from the floor 

"We got most of them, but she escaped" I mentioned  

"Who did," Aria said with some underlining fear masked in her voice 

"The blonde" I replied recking my head for a name, a name which was now lost to me 

"That's not good that's not good at all" she responded now shaking her head in worry.

                                                                               * Serena*

What events befell that night she thought while scattering helplessly from the corridors of the High School. Her feet were grazed by the