Blood splattered over the nearly lifeless body of a mermaid as she washed up on the shore.
Emma gasped, and rushed to save the life of the mermaid.
She nearly had a heart attack as the mermaid's tail turned in to human legs as she was administering CPR to the mermaid.
A gasp escaped the mermaid's lips revealing that she was indeed alive.
Emma pulled away suddenly noting as the girl sat up how pretty she was despite all of the blood on her body, and what she wore as a human in likeness.
Brown hair toppled over her shoulders that while caked in blood and dirt from the ocean appeared strong yet femenine causing an urge to just lean over and kiss them to feel how they would feel against her lips.
A dark green bikini top barely managed to conceal her breasts while showing how desirably large they were.
The only other article of clothing was a bikini bottom that would have revealed tempting, tan legs had her legs not been bleeding.
Green eyes appeared beyond brown bangs; the eyes were like glittering emeralds.
Emma caught herself watching the rise and fall of the mermaid's chest as the woman took deep breaths.
"Who are you? What did you see?" The mermaid's voice rasped out wildly yet at the same time was so bizarely attractive that Emma could only stare for a moment.
The woman glared further encouraging Emma to speak.
"I'm Emma. You're hurt, so I must help you recover." Emma was nervous, and suddenly she realised how plain she looked next to such a beautiful creature.
"What did you see?" The low hiss uttered from the mermaid was still bizarely attractive reeling Emma in.
"Y-Your tail." She stuttered out, and watched horror take over the other woman's face.
"You couldn't have. No human is supposed to know." Gasped out the mermaid.
"It's okay. I won't tell anyone, and you're hurt." Emma realised with a jolt that she didn't want the attractive mermaid to go.
The brunette mermaid grunted in reply, but didn't leave, so Emma carried her to the house that the Belgian blond lived at to finish treating her.
"Since I'm your temporary doctor, I should know your name." Emma smiled hopefully, longing to know what to call the beautiful mermaid.
"Elizabeta." The woman sighed as she admitted her name cautiously.
"Okay, Lizzie." She smiled lightheartedly at the mermaid, hoping that she wouldn't complain about the nickname.
"Are you a doctor?" Elizabeta asked, making Emma wonder about how mermaids actually lived.
"No, but I know the basics. Do you have doctors where you live?" Emma asked curiously.
"On The Island, no. Our leader manages medicine, and sometimes a few others help out too." That didn't too much, did it?
"Who's your leader?" Emma asked; was the leader voted in?
"I'm not telling." Elizabeta spoke stubbornly.
Days flew by, and eventually Elizabeta left the cabin to report home with a lie to excuse off the past few days.
She made it seem to Jules like Elizabeta made a long line of seducing sailors quite far away.
The brown haired mermaid told their leader that she had taken some days by her self to heal from a tail wound, the worst kind of wound for a mermaid to have.
Elizabeta still met up with Emma in secret, and surprisingly things did escalate past friendship rather quickly though it had to be kept secret.