A/N: This story idea just popped into my head after watching a really bad killer mermaid movie (She Creature), but the creature in my story kills everyone who crosses his path—except for the woman he plans to take for himself. Will have my own characters for now—but will also have WWE characters as well later. Rate, review, and enjoy!

Chapter 1- The Blood Pearl

Athens, 2866

"What exactly are we doing here?" Mitch Forester asked, his voice shaky.

Damian Castelora let out a sigh. "Once again, we're in Athens to find this so-called Blood Pearl, Mitchell. So stop asking."

Darius Jubalu, the psychic and historian of the group, wedged himself between the two. "Apparently, there is a shopkeeper in this very market who has the Pearl in his possession. It belonged to a sea demon named Vermerius, who was known as 'Poseidon's Assassin'."

"Named so because he would kill those who were against worshipping Poseidon," Taylor Halik added. "But, at one time, he was mortal. He fought in the Trojan War, but was drowned by his fellow soldiers over his worship of Poseidon. Hades and Poseidon had a heated discussion over where Vermerius would wind up, but in the end Poseidon's decision to turn him into a demon overpowered Hades' decision, since Vermerius was such a pious man."

"You are such a geek," Max Halik, Taylor's older brother, muttered. "Stop pretending to be a brain."

"He's right about how Vermerius was turned into a demon, you know," Darius added, trying to help Taylor's case. "As a reward, he was given a gift by Poseidon. That gift wound up being—."

"The Blood Pearl," Damian replied. "A pearl encased in a blood red diamond. It is supposedly the source of Vermerius' power—there is a myth that states that if the Pearl is given to a woman—that is, if it can be taken from the Blue Caves—his lair—he will follow that woman wherever she goes or is."

"So...in other words," Mitch began, "he can take that woman for himself, but first he kills the man who was unfortunate enough to steal the Pearl from the Blue Caves."

"And how exactly does he kill?" Taylor asked. "I only know the story of how Vermerius became a sea demon. I don't know how he killed these poor saps."

"He feeds, not kills," Darius interrupted. "Four ways to feed, actually. He can feed on a person's dreams/desires/fears, through sex, on blood, or on plain energy. He prefers to kill men by drinking their blood. When it comes to his female victims, he chooses to feed on their energy through sex, then he drains them of blood as well."

Taylor shuddered. "Sounds brutal."

"Hm, all a bunch of old wives' tales," Damian muttered. "I'm going to get the Pearl as a gift to Celestina. Then we'll see if the myth comes true."

"Celesta?" Darius sputtered. "Why? I don't think that's a smart idea."

"First of all," Damian said, rather angrily," she's my sister. Second, she loves jewelry. Third, she's going to LOVE that I was in Greece—she's taking up Demonology at College Park, and this would do for her thesis."

Darius shrugged. Once Damian was on a roll, there was no way to get him to stop.

"Cheer up," Taylor said to him. "Once Dame gets the Pearl, this will all be over."

"That's what he said," Max grumbled.

"That's what I'm afraid of," Darius murmured. "If that story is true, then Vermerius will awaken from his centuries long sleep and come after us—or Celesta—or both."

"And if that happens," Max continued, "we're in for a world of hurt."

"Exactly," Darius hissed, turning on his heel.

Meanwhile, as the group continued to bicker, their contact, an elderly shopkeeper named Costas, rushed up to them. "You are the Americans?"

Darius looked at him. "Yes, we are. Costas?"

Costas smiled at him. "Yes, yes. I show you the Pearl. Follow me."

They followed him through the winding alleyways of the market. A few minutes later, they arrived at his stand, a rather garish display of trinkets and other gifts that would make a foreigner run screaming to the hills.

"There is is," Damian breathed, his eyes shining. "The Blood Pearl."

"Wow," Darius murmured. "It's beautiful. Celesta will love that for sure."

"How much?" Taylor asked.

"For you," Costas said, a smile on his face, "nothing. Free for you, since it's going to a pretty lady."

"That's amazing," Damian said. "You've got a deal—but, I want to go to the Blue Caves as well. Do you know anyone who can take us?"

"I will take you," Costas replied. "How about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow sounds fine," Darius said, pushing Damian out of the way.

"Meet me here at 8," Costas said to them.

"8 it is," Taylor said. "Come on, let's get back to the hotel."

After parting ways with Costas, Damian and his friends went back to their hotel. After placing a quick call to Celesta and their brother Alonzo, Damian took himself to bed.

"Just be careful," Alonzo warned. "Remember Ankara?"

Damian rolled his eyes. "How could I forget?"