The Collector |Sequel to Collector of Odd|

XII | A Sirens Desire |

Even I create corpses .

      "You know what I don't understand?" Her words were light, an airy tune that clung to the oxygen that Blackbeard tried to suck into his lungs. It made his chest heavy with weariness, his brow wrinkled causing his eyes to narrow at the siren that flitted around his quarters once again. She had made an appearance sometime after he'd more or less threatened Jack. In the back of the Captains mind he knew it was odd she hadn't been in his quarters when Sparrow was, it was a red flag he would ignore for the time being and instead focus on the danger in front of him.

     "What might that be my dearest?" He rounded his table, his steps slow as he made his way to Mirela with the intent to grab her. He hated her pacing, hated the way she searched his quarters for anything that would help her gain the upper hand. She was a snake, making it's way into the hen house and he didn't appreciate the sly creatures one bit. 

     "Your blatant trust in me." Stormy orbs flickered to meet the churning sea of Blackbeard's gaze. 

      "Chaos follows us, yet you would willing follow even if it meant death." Mirela's tone was curious now, her head tilting to the side as her temporary Captain finally reached her front. His left hand reach out to curl around her bicep, his grip firm but not harmful. For a moment Mirela was lost in the past, her lips curved up in a wistful smile. She turned her right forearm, allowing her palm to caress Blackbeard's elbow as he kept her at a brief distance. She remembered when they first came upon each other, remembered how she had searched high and low for the tales of the man with a ship as cursed as he. Of course at the time she had only wished to find him because he was a mystery, but as weeks passed she had found he was an adventure waiting to happen. And like a month to a flame, she clung to him. 

      "Aye, I trust in our past." Blackbeard paused, his face seemed to relax a fraction as his right hand came up to cup Mirela's cheek. He did not smile, but the lines of his face smoothed out and his eyes lightened just enough for Mirela to notice. Trusting in the past was dangerous, but Mirela had been counting on it in order for her to continue her game. She wanted her Sparrow to make it out of this alive, whether that meant he was alive with his apparent ex-lover or alive with her. She did not care, she simply wanted what she had claimed as her's to live. She wouldn't lose another person that held her fragile heart. 

      "I used ye once, what makes ye think I wouldn't again?" Mirela pressed her face a little further into Blackbeard's hand, the roughness of his palm was an oddly intoxicating feeling. She enjoyed the contrast against her skin. Briefly, Mirela wondered what would have happened if she hadn't of stolen his maps some time ago, hadn't of tried to turn his ship against him with a curse of her own. Would she and Edward still be sailing together, would they have settled into a routine of anger and toxic nights? Of course not, she was a free spirit with an agenda all on her own. However, it didn't stop her from craving their toxic partnership. Mirela had endured many things before she first met Blackbeard. She had been a wild animal when he quite literally pulled her onto his ship from the oceans wrath. He was the chaos her angered soul needed. 

      "I know ye will." Those four words had Mirela smirking up at the Captain, her hazel orbs glazed over with shades of gray, a sultry look that Blackbeard was all too familiar with. He knew he was walking right into her trap, he knew she was several steps ahead of him. She always would be, Blackbeard had met his match, his better. That was why he was so drawn to her. Years he had plundered and conquered, years he wished for a challenge. Mirela was his challenge. She was the woman who had been wed to the Captain of the Trident. The gypsy who had stolen the most elusive Jack Sparrows heart. The siren who had cursed Edward Teach. She was his curse. 

      "What do ye say, Captain.." A sly smile was flashed up at Blackbeard, his brow raised in response as he stepped toward her, pushing her body enough that she stepped backwards. Their trek continued as Mirela continued to speak.

      "For old times sake?" Her words ended just as Blackbeard descended on her. His mouth covering her own with a coldness that licked at the sirens spine. They were a pair that fought tooth and nail, all push and pull that Mirela needed to sooth her wounded soul. The back of her knees hit the edge of his bed, her body fell back with a push from Blackbeard. Leaning back on her elbows, Mirela smirked at the Captain that stood before her. His eyes were all deep ocean blue, like the waves in the eye of a storm. Mirela toed off her boots as Blackbeard removed his outer layers, those intoxicating irises of his never leaving her form. 

      "You'll never forget me, not with those scars." His words were possessive, proud even. He had marked her body with such intensity that it should have killed her. Yet here she was, sprawled upon his bed once again, her nimble fingers working at her own tunic. No matter what happened, if she were to leave once again. She would always remember the man who burnt her flesh and any man that held her would know she belong to another. Yes, Blackbeard was a vile man and an evil Captain. That was something he would always live up to.

      He was on her again, his shirt lost and this trousers the only piece of fabric on his body. Mirela herself had lost her trousers, her tunic untied and pushed off one shoulder to bare that ugly burnt flesh to Blackbeard. She knew he thrived off of the sight, almost as much as he thrived off her flesh. They were a mass of grabbing hands and nipping teeth, she knew his fingers would leave bruises on her ribs, on the pieces of flesh he grabbed on her thighs and biceps. She didn't stop him though, didn't tell him not to mark her flesh. This was the Blackbeard her soul craved. 

      "I can say the same for you.." Her words were a gentle hiss in his ear, his eyes flashed darkly at the promise her worlds held. Yes, Blackbeard had known for sometime the gypsy was truly part siren. A factor that made her truly irresistible to men. With a hiss that was more creature than human Mirela's teeth sunk into Blackbeard's exposed shoulder. Her canines easily punctured the junction right above his collar bone, the flesh their already tainted with several sets of teeth marks that gleamed a pretty pink. The man atop her grunted, his body went ridged, but then he was exhaling and exploring her body once more as she lapped at his blood with gentle sighs. 

      Blackbeard was just as much a toy to her as she was to him.