The Mermaid's Mate

The Mermaid's Mate

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This isn't your average siren story. Katrín likes her job. It's simple: seduce and kill a few mainland-ers to stay alive. All she needs is the blood of a measly, puny human once a month. Human blood gives her the strength and magic she needs to be able to survive underwater. Katrín had a problem, however. The elders were clear: there are two rules a siren must never break. 1. Only convert human women into sirens 2. Never, under any circumstance, can a siren drink the blood of another supernatural creature. Katrín really didn't mean to taste the demon, it was purely accidental. However, she knowingly decided to let him stick around. Excerpt: It was a chilly day in Seattle on that particular November morning, but to Katrín, it was the perfect temperature. She was, after all, used to more freezing temperatures than that. She reminded herself to keep an eye out for the "bad apples" in the city, for one of the evil humans will be her meal for the month. Katrín burrowed down inside of her fur jacket, and made sure her sunglasses were sitting snugly on the bridge of her nose. A siren's tell-tale eyes unsettle humans. Siren eyes fade from color to color, touching every spectrum of the rainbow in under a minute. A siren's mood can also affect their eye color. Anyway, the important thing was that her sunglasses were covering her currently black eyes. Apparently the emotion "hangry" translates to black. Seems legit. Out of the corner of Katrín's black eyes, she noticed a man bump hard into a woman on the sidewalk. Katrín's sharp, fish-like eyes watched carefully as the man steadied the woman with one hand, but sneaked his other into her purse, slyly grabbing a wallet, and putting said wallet into the pocket of his coat in one fluid motion. Katrín grinned to herself. She had found her lunch. **FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY** copyright 2018 by overthelovingthings
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Mingi whispers his song louder, loud enough to lure the human closer, though he's careful not to sing it too loud. It has a tendency to kill friend and foe alike. The man obeys, hanging onto Mingi's every word. He takes a step closer, then another and another until he's practically leaning over the railing. He's close enough now that Mingi can see his stunningly wide eyes and his full lips and it's almost a shame that his life will end here, for he is the most beautiful thing Mingi thinks he's ever laid eyes on. He reaches out a clawed hand to touch the man's face. It's soft and smooth. Mingi is as captivated as the human seems to be and for a split second, the man's eyes are lucid. They are lucid and Mingi realizes he's stopped singing. His voice escapes him and his song dies in his throat and he doesn't even notice until San's voice is gone too and with it, the spell keeping the human obedient and still. OR A pirate tries to capture the siren trying to eat him and everything goes to shit for everyone involved.

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