A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a…um, long time? Lol…I got wrapped up in my other stories. I have one Mediator Fic and one original Fic called Reverse the Extremes at Fictionpress.com. If you like angel/demon fics, check it out. The summary goes something like: "Boy sees girl. Boy likes girl. Problem: She's in love with an angel, and ready to fight to keep him. She's a demon. The guy who wants her is the most powerful being in all three worlds, and gets what he wants. Will he get Lexi? Rated for language." Rating might be R for mature topics when you read it, but it should still be there! Go to fictionpress.com/~calivinett to find it if you wanna read it!
To my reviewers – thanks! You've inspired me to start writing this again, so I hope you like it!
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Chapter two
They arrived at Planet Bang soon, and Jimena turned off the car, getting out. Everyone looked great, Maeve noticed. She felt a little…underdressed, looking at them. Catty was wearing a pair of black leather jeans – she had painted flames at the ankles, and a ring of flames wound around her belly button, continuing the theme. Her black, flame – embroidered shirt completed her outfit. Jimena wore a white butterfly halter and tan jeans, glittering all over. Serena wore red shoes, a red skirt that melted into a light orange at the top, and a yellow shirt. Her hair was spiked up with glitter. She looked like a flame. Cool, Maeve thought. Tianna wore a gold spaghetti strap top and red jeans. Vanessa wore a sequined blue top and skirt that went well with her eyes. They all had assorted accessories that went well with their outfits. Maeve felt really…different?
Serena smiled at her. "You look fine, Maeve. Don't be so nervous," she said, then looked at the other girls and started walking towards the front doors. Maeve blinked when she walked past the huge line waiting to get in. After debating with herself for a moment, she followed her, catching and holding the guard's gaze. She'd found, years ago, that if she caught someone's gaze – usually a guy's – she could put them into sort of a trance. She used it now, and walked in through the front doors. Before she'd even seen the club, she'd heard and felt the music rocking the night. Oh, she loved it. What she loved more was that the music was in tune! So rare a find nowadays…
She whirled when someone tapped her on the shoulder. It was Vanessa. "What did you do to the guard? He was staring at you, and now he's just kind of staring into space.
"Oops," Maeve said quietly, and closed her eyes. She suspected the guard at the front was now blinking, wondering what had happened. "Thanks," she said, thanking Vanessa for reminding her about the guard, and started to walk away. She stopped when Vanessa grabbed her shoulder, turning her back around to face her.
"No, what did you do to him? You're hiding something, aren't you?" she asked, eyeing Maeve.
Maeve blinked, uncomfortable. "I…" She was hiding something, yes. She wasn't totally sure what it was that she was hiding, though. She'd had weird powers all her life, like that stare/trance thing with the guard. She could also shatter things as hard as sapphire and liquefy fire – with her voice. She didn't know what she was, but she was almost certain she wasn't human. Or at least, not totally human. "um," she added to fill the very uncomfortable silence.
"She doesn't know, Vanessa," Serena said from behind Maeve. "You don't know, do you? Well that explains why your amulet is different, too. Let's talk about it later. The dance floor is calling us." She grinned and motioned for Maeve to follow her. They found a well-lit spot near the speakers, and started dancing. Maeve loved the feeling of the heavy bass that quaked through her body, rocking ribs, lungs and heart as she let her body start to move with the music. She danced with Serena, letting her lead, to show off their bodies. Maeve had the feeling Serena had a boyfriend, but where was he? She looked around the crowd and saw some pretty good looking guys that were coming over to look at them.
"The guys love you, Maeve!" Serena said, laughing. "You definitely have their attention now if you didn't before," she said, dancing. She straightened when a really good looking guy walked up to her. He had blond hair, and was dressed all in black. He had a barbed wire tattoo around his left bicep, and he was pretty tall.
Aha, her boyfriend, Maeve thought when he dipped Serena back into a prolonged kiss. Maeve raised an eyebrow and then tore her gaze away from them, having suddenly found herself envying them. Serena can have a boyfriend. Why can't I –? Oh no. Not getting into that again. She was decidedly against all males. The were all cheating, conniving jerks as far as she was concerned. She wanted nothing to do with them. At least, that was what she kept telling herself.
"Maeve, this is Stanton," Serena said with a smile, introducing them.
"Hi," Maeve said quietly, but not weakly. There was something sinister in his eyes, and she didn't want to find out exactly what it was.
"Pleasure to meet you, godd – er, Maeve." He turned to Serena, and by the looks on their faces, they were speaking mind-to-mind. Interesting. Serena walked away and Stanton walked to Maeve. "Come with me – we need to talk," he said, leading her over to a wall by the elbow. "The other girls have neglected to tell you something important." His very blue eyes were a little unnerving to see. They were almost…no, they couldn't be glowing. Could they? "They – and you – are goddesses of the moon. You are something different, though. You're not just a moon goddess. Your name says it all. Do you know what it means?"
"M – my name?"
"Yes, Maeve, your name. Your name says it all. Your name explains why you have not one power, but an infinite amount of all your powers, and some of theirs, too. You're not a normal goddess. Your powers can adapt to do your bidding. That's why you can do things like shatter sapphire and liquefy fire with your voice. Your power is in your voice. It isn't in the amulet, like theirs. It's in your voice. Make sense?" he asked Maeve, who nodded. Okay, she was evidently a goddess. How the hell did that happen? Stanton chuckled, having heard her thoughts. "Who knows? Look, Maeve, it's very important that you figure out how to use your powers. You use some of your power when you walk around without thinking about it. Part of it is in your aura, which is why guys are drawn to you the way they are. You're not just a goddess. Think about it…you lure men, then push them away, not understanding why they're drawn to you. I can't tell you what you are – you have to figure it out yourself," he told her.
Maeve looked at him, still confused. First of all, how did he know all this? How did he know what she was and what she can do when even she didn't know? It made no sense to her. Well, the part where he said she was different explained why she had a different amulet than the others did. The part where he said she wasn't "just" a goddess, though, made no sense. What else could she be?
"Both sides will want you because your power adapts. Figure out how to control it fast," he urged her. "Think about it, goddess – figure it out! What does it sound like? Lure men…they fall…"
"Why are you helping us? You're obviously from the other side," she said, her voice taking on that resonant tone it did when she got a little mad. "So because you're Serena's boyfriend, you mean to tell me you know a lot about both sides? Wait a minute." Well, her power had adapted again. She was now hearing thoughts. She realized she had heard Stanton's thought, and he hadn't said anything. She quickly closed her mouth and bit her lip.
"Exactly. It also helps that I've been around awhile," he said wryly.
"Oh. My name…I just remembered what it means – goddess of song," Maeve said quietly, thinking.
"And what does that infer…?" Stanton urged. "You're an inch away from figuring it out."
"I'm…oh, you've got to be kidding me," Maeve said, putting her hands on her hips. "That can't be."
"Why can't it? You show all the signs, and you have the power to show for it, whether you want it or not. You've always had these powers, haven't you? It's why your mother died giving birth to you. She didn't have the strength. You're strong, Maeve, whether you believe it or not. You are smack in the middle of the fight between good and evil, and you're half of the deciding force. Serena is the key to turn the tides, but you can keep the fight going if Serena is captured. If the tides turn towards evil, your powers will adapt to keep the Atrox from taking over. You alone could fight the Atrox and win. But you alone could also die trying. Only you are strong enough. Only you have the power it takes. Do you know what you are?"
"I thought I did…but then…they're not strong. I'm…not strong, am I? it doesn't make sense, Stanton. I always thought they – we just kind of…lured. And aren't they aquatic?"
"Myth. They're not aquatic, as you can plainly see. You don't even like to swim. If they were aquatic – if you were aquatic, you'd like swimming. You compose music. Boys stare at you. You can put people in trances by singing. Think about it, Maeve! It makes perfect sense. Admit it to yourself, even if not to me. The first step to strengthening your already strong powers is admitting to yourself what you are," Stanton said, making perfect sense. Maeve just didn't want to admit it. That would mean she wasn't human at all…
Say it, Stanton ordered in her mind.
"No," Maeve whispered, protesting. "I'm not…I'm part human…"
Give up your fight, Maeve, Stanton's voice whispered in her mind. Maeve had to close her eyes to tear her gaze away from his glowing blue ones. Admit it. You know what the other half of you is – now say it! His voice was harsh and hurt Maeve's head.
"I'm…I'm a daughter of the moon," she said hesitantly. Her lips closed, and she wouldn't let herself say what she knew was true. She felt a tear trickle down her cheek in her effort to deny it to herself. The worst thing was that it made sense. It explained everything. The weird things she could do with her voice, the seven-octave range, the reason guys liked her, the reason her voice resonated when she was angry…it was the answer to everything. She just didn't want to admit she wasn't human. "No," she whimpered, trying to turn away from him.
"Say it," Stanton ordered, turning her around to face him. Under his intimidating gaze, Maeve caved.
"I'm a siren…"
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A/N: Well I don't know if that was worth the wait at all, lol, but I tried! I have ideas for chapter 3, so let me know what you think about this one!
-Cali