Blue Belle
Chapter 4
"Right this way, people!"
It had been a week in this hell that James called his mermaid sanctuary.
Right, sanctuary my ass.
You could say I have become bitter in my short time here in this hell, and that would be untrue. I was a little more than bitter, but I was not, by any means, hateful. Vengeful, thirsty for blood.
I would sate my thirst. The longer I was in this hell, the longer I wanted for it.
He was give people previews, the first one ever, of a mermaid. He had others, but he seemed to think I was more of what people expected in a mermaid than the others that he had caught.
I was the youngest, the freshest, the most fit. He head never though that he would get one so perfect so soon.
When I had arrived I had used echolocation to determine if there were others. There were.
He showed my pictures. It was horrid, because he experimented on them. They were like lab rats to him; I was for show.
One was a middle aged mermaid-not trueborn, made immortal as a mermaid likely by accident or request.
One was a nerdy, brains before beauty type. Her hair chopped uneven, her complexion marred. He must not have seen her beauty as worthwhile before he started experimentation. Her tail was yellow, a very mustard yellow.
Then there was I. I was perfect for show because I had all the stereotypes placed on mermaids: unearthly beauty, pale, long hair.
Not all mermaids are like that.
But I also had a wicked temper, to which he found out when I about snapped his neck with my fangs.
Yes, we have fangs. These fangs reside behind the front teeth and typically stay hidden unless we are threatened.
And for a while, that almost never happened.
Thank you for reading.
Write on,
Gracegoddess