A Siren's Call

"I will rip you apart with my teeth," Genevieve hissed, pulling against the ropes which bound her to the mast of the ship. "I will make sure there is nothing left to remember you by. You will be forgotten; a lost soul swimming through the currents of hell."

"I'm shaking," Stacey smirked, his dark eyes narrowing as he leaned forward. He was almost close enough for her to tear off a chunk of his cheek with her teeth. "Your threats are empty."

"Don't underestimate my rage," Genevieve snarled in reply. She jolted against the ropes and snapped her teeth at him. Just as he pulled away, her elongated canines snagged on the skin of his left cheek and tugged to create a long, deep and bloody cut. The man before her jolted in surprise and hissed.

Touching his wound, Stacey let out a low chuckle. Meeting her glare, he smiled macabrely. "No one will forget the name of a man who captured a living siren."