LOVE ME, A SIREN

Part 9 - Cirens

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"Sweetheart!" The man followed the beautiful brunette. His footsteps were loud and clear. His shadow showed over the cold asphalt that was only lit a little by the streetlights. "Oh, come on, love!" he shouted as he kept getting closer and closer to the woman. She turned around for a moment. "Leave me alone," he heard. The man grabbed her by her arm. "You can't just play around and leave, doll. You either work along or we do this the hard way." He dragged her to a sideway while he covered her mouth. There he pushed her against the wall of a building. He started ripping her clothes off. The beautiful black dress of the woman was ruined. The eyes of the man showed a darkness she had seen before. The eyes of the man who left her to die. The man who ruined her. He stole her youth, her beauty, her life. The man made her a monster.

"You are having a heart attack," she said quietly while playing with her short curled hair. The man laughed and continued sliding his hands down to her chest, only to break out in pain. He started to scream. "My heart!" she heard. "Make it stop! Please, I beg you!" He looked at her. Afraid. Hopeless. Pathetic, she thought. "You were going to rape an innocent girl. Men like you sicken me," she looked him in the eye, "die."

"How classy of you. Tricking a man into a crime, just so you can make them suffer." A woman with long straight black hair clapped slowly. She wore a beautiful long black dress along with a black coat that covered most of her figure while still showing her long legs. "I am so proud," the sarcasm couldn't sound more obvious, "Serena."

"He was a monster in his core." Serena moved the body of the man to a stack of wood. "Go away, Michell. I am not talking to you or Natalie." She looked at her. "I mean it, sister. Leave me alone."

"You know you are endangering yourself? The numbers are going up and up, sister. People gone missing. People found dead. It is only a matter of time until you get sloppy and caught. And yet I am still here to make sure you don't end up like that. We Sirens shouldn't be on our own. Even if we have a fight in our sisterhood."

Serena laughed. "The only reason you are here is because Natalie wants you to. And like I said before: I am not talking to Natalie or you!" She grabbed a cigarette. Serena lit it and tossed it away on the stack of wood. It immediately burned the corpse of the man. "Does it look like I need your help," she walked against Michell.

Michell followed Serena for several hours. She went from club to club. Seducing the innocent and tricking the bad, feeding on men before leaving them to rot. Michell watched the entire show. She absolutely loved it but orders were orders: Serena had to be a Siren being a Siren but without the risk of her becoming a cold Siren, Ciren, as she called them. Sirens who have lost all their emotions and are completely off track. They endanger not only themselves but all Sirens. Most of these Sirens end up being dead, killed by the Elders of their own sisterhood to make sure they are not being exposed to humans and can live happily in secrecy. Tragic and poetic, Michell thought.

"Alright, Ser. You have had your fun now. You made your point to Natalie: you can live independent. But it is time to go home. To us." Serena looked at Michell. She took a shot of fresh human blood and continued making out with a fine young gentleman. "Serena." Michell stood in front of the table. Still no word was said by the other siren. "Serena!" She tried to compel the man which resulted into the man slithering down his own throat. "Serena!" Michell tried to stop the bleeding but the man was already far gone. She immediately tried to compel the crowd as Serena didn't seem to care about her actions.

"I said to leave me alone, Michell. These are the consequences of trying to disturb me. Now excuse me, I am starving and it looks like this meal just died too fast." She stood up. Serena grabbed another man by his wrist and made him follow her all the way to the storage room. She locked the door while looking at Michell with that unforgettable Serena smile. She had been in there with the young man for 'ages'. She wasn't just enjoying getting something to feed on. Serena enjoyed the entire snack from meal to fucking dessert. Her sisters had driven her into a rage that had to be tempered by lust. She felt betrayed by their lack of trust in her. All she wanted was to escape for a while. To forget what she knew. To forget what she heard that night.