AN: It's been a little while coming to you guys, but I'm getting so caught up in my senior year, it's crazy.
Summary: The upcoming Battle of the Bands is all the talk of the town, and even the Daughters of the Moon—newly reformed—are excited. Nikolas's band, Our Beloved Departed, is one of the top runners. Then their lead singer falls in love and leaves the band behind. Fact is, a lot of guys have been "falling in love" lately. Auriella Saratoga can see the truth, though. There are Sirens loose in Los Angeles with one goal in mind: Join the Battle of the Bands and enslave as many men as possible. Auriella doesn't know where they come from, or why they're doing this, but she knows she has to stop them in order to save her boyfriend and friends. Her own voice holds power. Her fire can reverse the spell of the Sirens. The catch is that in order to heal, she must sing in the Battle. How can the daughter of Michael and Vanessa fail? Welcome Auri, new lead singer and savior of men.
Prologue
"In order to overthrow our mother, we need our own army," the brunette said to her sisters, eyeing them with the authority of a general.
"We can't overthrow our mother! She's in her position for a reason," protested the violet-haired one, clearly the youngest of the four.
"Screw her position. She pushed us here," a red head sister proclaimed. Her twin, the one with cascading blonde hair, nodded her agreement.
With a sigh, the eldest stood and walked away from the group. She should have never listened to her dark-haired sister, filled with such hate because her beauty and voice did not compare with any others. The brunette held a twisted soul, but there was no doubt that her harpy blood was showing through when the younger sisters listened and feared her. The eldest, however, felt differently.
She was loyal to their Mother, the head Siren. But until such time as the cerulean crowned beauty could find a way to stop her tainted sister…
"What are we going to do, sister?" The red head asked the brunette, leaning against her blonde twin.
"Who do we need to build an army? Men. How do we enslave men? Singing."
"That's all well and good, but what are you getting at?" The youngest Siren inquired.
The brunette leaned over the map in front of her, tapping her finger on a city in the state of California. "We go here. I read online about this Battle of the Bands contest. It's like our army fell into our laps. All we have to do is enter the battle, sing, and win. Bam! Army made."
The eldest looked over at the brunette, worried. The Siren/harpy was really going for it. "Where's this Battle of the Bands located?"
"Los Angeles, sister."
Los Angeles. Maybe help can be acquired.
"Ooh, Battle of the Bands," the blonde squealed, kicking her legs out in excitement.
"This will be exciting," her twin agreed.
"Of course it will be," their general laughed, jabbing her nail into the city of Los Angeles.