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Syrenas POV
I propelled myself through the water in a rocky motion of sorts, my tail a
scintillating jewel amidst the vast expanse of cerulean water. I looked down to the human
pressed into my bosom, his dusted gold locks bobbing around in the current.
What am I thinking?
I grumbled to myself. I have every reason to devour him into fragments of bone.
And only one thin reason why not to.
Because I have feelings for him.
My sister Tamara would eat me alive if she knew I was helping him.
But right now I couldn't think of the disaster that would befall me if I went back.
No I have to save Philip. My Philip. The kiss I shared with him back upon the beach had
saved him from the certain death of holding his breath underwater for this long.
I swam as fast as I could. He saved me, so I will save him.
Philip's POV
The waves lapped against the rocky sand in a steady rhythm, the heartbeat of the
earth. I looked around me warily- my hazy eyes coming up to meet my caretaker. A
cream skinned chocolate haired angel, scraping away pieces of her scales so they could
be entwined with my gruesome battle wound. Her delicate hands flitting gently over it,
dancing with the angry red of my blood. I tried to make a noise; or even muster a smile,
but I was caught back up in a web of dreamless unconsciousness.
Syrenas POV
There. I breathed, moving his hair out of the way so I could kiss his forehead. His
sweaty brow left salt on my lips, giving me one of the few times I actually felt at home on
land. I just finished tending to him, when he began to stir. As I stumbled around on my
stilt like legs, to fetch water from a local spring, I looked around to where I had stranded
us. It was a rocky sort of spit, with a petit patch of trees, and a basin of fresh water. At
least I did one thing right in the way of man. As I careened back over to my rescuer, -
being as I was still so awkward in legs, they seemed like loose pieces of ribbon ties to my waist – his eyes fluttered open.
Philip's POV
As I awoke into a full conscious state, my senses began to become lucid. The pain
in my side was a constant muted throbbing sensation, as the gash across my chest
tingled and pricked just as the embers of a ferocious fire would after it was put out. I
came to attention after a short bit, a melodic sweeping song grappled at my legs and
arms, a song of haunting youth and old world charm that made me want to croon along
with it.
The sound of heaven seeped out from behind a large boulder, making a ferocious
urge in my stomach want to go and find it. I tentatively moved my weight around to find
a fitting foot, and was able to limp to the singing rock. As I sprawled my weak body
around it, I peered around to soak in the vision of my dear siren singing a song as she
pulled her head below the water level. You could still hear her voice through the
glimmering pool, but with a clearer bell tone. An echoing vibrating tenor oozed around
me, and I was mesmerized. She poked her head above the water and it was too much for
my weak state to handle.
"You are one of Gods most prized creations. I just know it."
She gasped, appearing that I had startled her, and for just a moment, I saw her
sharp claws and quills poking from under her placid mermaid demeanor. Just as
quickly it had appeared, it was gone. Her fanged lips melted back into two cherry
plump petals, and her skin the color of lace.
"You're alive." She announced, shimming over to me in her tiny water basin. Her
long fingered hands snaked around my sunburned neck, as she kissed my face in a
flurry of sweet tempered pecks. I smiled, nuzzling her delicate shoulders. Never
wanting to release her valuable frame from my heaving grasp.
"Darling. I can never repay what you have done for me." I whispered;
genuine passion strung into every syllable.
"Darling."
Syrena's POV
He was alive. Alive! I had actually saved a man instead of killing one like I was
created to do. Philip said I was a creature of God, but I didn't have the heart to tell
him otherwise. I was truly a wolf parading around in sheep's clothing. But, as I
celebrated his survival, a noise so horrific, so piercing, it slithered through my
body, and turned my hard mermaid's heart into stone.
The voices of mermaids in the near distance.
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