Disclaimer: A thought that has been running about in my head for over a year now. I don't know if I'll go farther than just this one shot, it depends on how well it's received but it could turn into something larger. Wish me luck.
A woman's heart is an ocean…and no man is an island.
That is the first mistake they made when telling his story. My story. They thought me a creature of the rougher sex…and I was brutal and bloody, there can be no doubt about that. But I was no son of man. I was Daughter of the Sea.
I didn't need a name. I was who I was without it all the same. I was called many things though. Beast. Demon. Devil. Horror and Fright. The last two I usually incurred in humans with the very sight of my vestige. Some did not even have to see me, to feel their bones shake and quiver in fear. They had only to hear my approach.
Tick tock, tick tock.
I was horrible, and devious. I took everything and all that I desired, and consumed them mercilessly.
And then one day…Ambrosia fell from the sky from the hands of a pesky enchanted child.
And I was filled with an insatiable hunger…that could not be sated. But save, by one man. And one man alone.
I followed him relentlessly. Pursued his daylight hours, and haunted his nights, with my steady promise to devour him whole. Constant…my mantra always and forever:
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Then finally my day dawned, I lived in purest form in that one instant of taste. And I died blissfully content, with the lingering sweetness of a Captain on my tongue.