You, Me And Our Prison Called Love

The Rainy Nights.

Lorelei stared into her lover's dark eyes. "Cal, you... you do love me, right?" She asked him, her blue eyes seeming to look like a deep shade of violet, towards the hues of crimson.

"Of course!" Callan answered without hesitation. The light of the bus stand flickered, amongst the sound of the pouring rain, the taps of a stray moth against the light filled their ears.
"I don't believe you," Lorelei replied, a small pout forming on her chapped, crusted lips. Callan knew exactly what Lorelei was doing, it had become their game in a way. She would often question his affection for her and he would always indulge her and never hesitate in reminding her why he loved her the way he did. He let out a soft chuckle before continuing the game she started. "Well, what can I do to make you believe?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, a smile slowly forming on his lips. She frowned at him, "Give me something special." She said shrugging her shoulders. That was new. The conversation never took this turn, Callan took a few moments to gather his scattered thoughts before giving out a dumbfounded reply "A-Anything! What do you want?"

Lorelei was quick to answer him, sliding closer to him. The light making her eyes shine a bloody red. "Your heart. Callan I want your heart." She said, leaning in closer to him. She rest her damp head on his shoulder, holding on to his arm with one hand while the other rested on his sternum.
Callan let out a soft sigh of relief, and his next words flowed easy and composed "it is already yours, Loré"
"Not yet." Lorelei replied before plunging her hand into his chest. She felt his breast bone crack and break against her fingertips, she felt the splinters brush against her knuckles. The warmth and moisture of his blood making it difficult for her to navigate her way around his thoracic cavity. The steady thump of his heart helped guide her. The sound of his choking on his blood joined the already present chaos of sounds but she couldn't be bothered by it. She held his heart in her fist, she felt the organ pump in her blood coated palm before she started gradually applying pressure. Tightening her hold as her blood thirsty eyes scanned Callan's pale face. With a sudden tug she pulled his heart out of his chest. She watched the light leave his eyes.

If she were human, the memory of the adoration he held for her in those eyes right before she killed him would make her feel guilt, remorse perhaps. Thank god she wasn't. She took a bite out of the organ, feeling the colour return to her cheeks and the life to her body. Looking at his limp, lifeless body invoked only one feeling in her. Hunger. In a glutton like manner she devoured his heart, licking clean the blood from her fingers. A satisfied smirk formed on her face as she leaned back against the metal chair. Her hand rested on her full stomach as she let her eyes flutter shut.

With her rosy skin, ebony hair and blood stained lips she was certainly a sight to behold. She took a few deep breaths, enjoying the musty scent of the rain mixed with the sharp odour of blood. When she opened her eyes again, they landed on the dead moth that lay at her feet. Its wings burned off for having loved the light so dearly.

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A smooth coat of tinted lip balm completed her look. Lorelei admired her reflection in the mirror. She didn't really need it though. Last night's meal had rejuvenated her beautifully. Callan did really love her, no wonder he didn't notice her dull skin and greasy hair yesterday. She ran her hand over her flawless, smooth skin and got lost in the cerulean of her eyes. With some final adjustments to her outfit she deemed herself ready. Ready to go and start the hunt.

It was raining again, not just raining it was more of a hurricane. People ran for cover, the wind howled, strong enough to uproot trees. The water hit her face like a thousand small knives, but she simply couldn't be bothered by it. After all, she did belong in the water. It was weather like this that made her think about her home. Her small island that she shared with her sisters.

They were the strongest creatures in existence. No sailor could ever resist their song. No human had the power to fight against a siren. That was... until Odysseus of course. The first man to have heard a siren's call and have the power to sail away. That incident had cost her eldest sister's life.
It wasn't long before other sailors too wanted to hear a siren's song. Lorelei had watched with horror as she lost her sisters one by one to men who used their songs for amusement.

Lorelei had watched with horror as one fishing boat pulled up the body of her youngest sister. A sister who had her whole life ahead of her. She watched as they cooked her and she watched as they devoured her. It seemed that the flesh of a mermaid's tail was better than any fish that man had eaten. And that is when the hunting began.

The sirens stopped their singing in fear of dying too easily. The humans plundered and hunted them for their tails leaving behind halved bodies. Without their song and without their meals the sirens, once invincible had now become vulnerable to the weapons of humans. Many had forgotten their song and to many death came faster than the song. Her once green island now reeked of death. The corpses started to rot, they polluted the water and spread disease to the plants. They attracted flies and the home she knew once soon turned into a cemetery.

It was true that many had forgotten the song, but not Lorelei. She hummed it to herself as she swam through the corpse filled sea. She sang it to the fish she swam with, and when she finally reached the land of humans she vowed to never stop singing it. A predator could only be hunted for so long.

A few stray tears ran down her pink cheeks at the memory of home. She was born from a storm like this. From a distance she could hear shouts. Someone was calling out to her. They sounded worried. She whipped around to face the source of the sound.

Looking at the man running towards her with a knife, Lorelei did not hesitate in parting her lips and singing the only song she has ever known, the only song that helped her survive.