It was late again before I could sleep. I spent most of the day hiding, lurking in shadow. The night was coming and with it would come my eternal terror.
I had begun to sleep just as the clock struck 1, moon-glow and waves crashing against the shore filled my subconscious. I had locked the window so it wouldn't happen. So she wouldn't come in and steal something else while the house slept.
Each night it was the same. She would come to my window, no matter where I stayed. Her long, thick tentacles gently prodding at the glass. Some nights she would sing in a voice so sweet, and plead with eyes so dangerous. I couldn't help myself sometimes. Her voice would call me to the window and I would open it, allowing my lavender-colored assailant access to my most private place. She smelled of sea water, and her white and grey hair often shimmered like the delicate light of the moon.
The last time she came inside she wanted me to come with her back into the sea, where she said we could live together with the power of her dark magic. I knew she was evil. But she just keeps coming back. She told me stories about my mother. She knew her when my mother was young, my age. The witch says they were in love⦠that she is in love with me.
My face burns when she speaks to me so. No one else has said the sweet things she does, touched the places she does or tells me the truth about the past. In all decency, I too am in love, but she is dangerous. This whole picture is wrong. She is a woman, and I am a woman, almost 18. And yet no one has treated me more like an adult. Mother doesn't know. I feel she will just be confused and not let me see the woman any longer.
Tonight I seal myself off from her.
I can't resist the feelings I have. I know it's only a matter of time before she appears and pokes and prods at the window. I am afraid of what I might do.
As sleep washes over me I am awoken by the soft flute-like sounds of a song. I open my window carefully and peer down onto the beach. There she sits on top of a flat rock, slick with moss. I can't help but imagine what it would feel like to have her on top of my quivering naked body.
She sings in a voice so soft, and sad. It is unlike her own. She told me it once was my mother's which is now why she doesn't sing. I lean out the window and our eyes meet. She silences her voice, and slowly creeps closer. She scales the wall with an unmatched ease and climbs through my bedroom window. She smiles wide, luscious ruby lips parting to expose shiny, pearl-like teeth, with her two menacing fangs.
She picks me up in her thick arms, I feel the tentacles brush over my legs. I protest at first until she places a wet finger over my lips. She lays me on my bed, and I wince at the creaking noises it makes.
Ursula pushes the hair from my face, caressing my cheek. She bends over me, her large hypnotizing eyes glowing. I feel the velvety red lips press into mine. I finally give in, and feel myself being consumed by her until she breaks the kiss, forcing a whimper from my lips.
Her voice is a low whisper, "Are you ready?" I nod in response and feel her cold hands push up my night gown over my head. "There," she says sweetly. "Isn't that better?"
I feel sweat break out across my forehead as she grasps my small pale breast in her large lavender hand. Her long red nails gently push into my vagina making me shrink away. She hushes my fear, kissing my neck. I accept a thick tentacle pushing at the corner of my mouth, receiving a moan from Ursula. She prods more urgently with a tentacle, and I do not shrink away from her this time.
Softly she whispers into my ear that I am hers, and as we climax I am ready at last.
I leave my room.
The safety of the palace, and join the queen of the sea.
