Chapter 3: Old Nightmares Return
After exposing the truth to Bulma there was a silence between the two. Bulma had no clue on what to say but soon she promised that she would do anything in her power to help her out with her thirst for blood. After that the two went shopping and the rest of the day was fun. They went shopping for hours on end and took only a few minutes for a break but as soon as they saw some clothes at one of the stores they ran right to it. Around five o'clock they headed back to Bulma's house and talked for a bit. It was eight o'clock when Siren entered her house so after locking up she went straight upstairs and into the bathroom for a nice, soothing, hot bath. Nine o'clock she got out dried off and dressed herself in a lovely, black silk nightgown. After that she combed her hair and tied it away from her face with a black ribbon.
While sitting at her vanity, in her mirror she saw a shadow standing by her bed. Her eyes widened when she realized who it was and she spun around to meet his gaze. "Hello dear Siren." Siren couldn't believe what she was seeing. "No, this can't be possible. I.I killed you Damian." Damian laughed at the shocked look on her face. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. My dear Siren you didn't kill me, you couldn't. You know you love me and that's what stopped you." Siren narrowed her eyes. After everything he had done to her she had the nerve to say that she loved him. The thought alone was simply outrageous for her heart was now cold and shut off. Siren was no longer capable of love or so she thought.
"Love you? Because of what you did to me I no longer love, or feel. I no longer have those pathetic emotions anymore. If I did I'd be dead right now." The entire time she spoke she had managed to move away from her vanity and onto her balcony. Damian laughed at her little speech and followed her to the balcony. He then grabbed her wrist, spun her around and pulled her close to him. His grip was firm so there was no way she could get away without him releasing her. "My dear you amuse me. I can see why I've made you mine." With that he kissed her and the lustful feeling of wanting more came over him. Her lips were softer than a rose's petal and her body was so warm. He could feel her struggling in his grasp and it was her fiery spirit that made him want her even more. Once she was able to free her hand she pushed back and slapped him hard across his face.
"Never, and I mean never kiss me again. I belong to no one and be warned if you ever show your face around here again I will kill you." Sirens glare was colder than the frozen tundra of Antarctica. Damian smiled yet again and soon vanished leaving Siren alone like she wanted. Siren wrapped her arms around herself and a tear escaped her eye and ran down her cheek. "Damn you Damian." She then went into her room and shut the balcony doors and went to bed.
After exposing the truth to Bulma there was a silence between the two. Bulma had no clue on what to say but soon she promised that she would do anything in her power to help her out with her thirst for blood. After that the two went shopping and the rest of the day was fun. They went shopping for hours on end and took only a few minutes for a break but as soon as they saw some clothes at one of the stores they ran right to it. Around five o'clock they headed back to Bulma's house and talked for a bit. It was eight o'clock when Siren entered her house so after locking up she went straight upstairs and into the bathroom for a nice, soothing, hot bath. Nine o'clock she got out dried off and dressed herself in a lovely, black silk nightgown. After that she combed her hair and tied it away from her face with a black ribbon.
While sitting at her vanity, in her mirror she saw a shadow standing by her bed. Her eyes widened when she realized who it was and she spun around to meet his gaze. "Hello dear Siren." Siren couldn't believe what she was seeing. "No, this can't be possible. I.I killed you Damian." Damian laughed at the shocked look on her face. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. My dear Siren you didn't kill me, you couldn't. You know you love me and that's what stopped you." Siren narrowed her eyes. After everything he had done to her she had the nerve to say that she loved him. The thought alone was simply outrageous for her heart was now cold and shut off. Siren was no longer capable of love or so she thought.
"Love you? Because of what you did to me I no longer love, or feel. I no longer have those pathetic emotions anymore. If I did I'd be dead right now." The entire time she spoke she had managed to move away from her vanity and onto her balcony. Damian laughed at her little speech and followed her to the balcony. He then grabbed her wrist, spun her around and pulled her close to him. His grip was firm so there was no way she could get away without him releasing her. "My dear you amuse me. I can see why I've made you mine." With that he kissed her and the lustful feeling of wanting more came over him. Her lips were softer than a rose's petal and her body was so warm. He could feel her struggling in his grasp and it was her fiery spirit that made him want her even more. Once she was able to free her hand she pushed back and slapped him hard across his face.
"Never, and I mean never kiss me again. I belong to no one and be warned if you ever show your face around here again I will kill you." Sirens glare was colder than the frozen tundra of Antarctica. Damian smiled yet again and soon vanished leaving Siren alone like she wanted. Siren wrapped her arms around herself and a tear escaped her eye and ran down her cheek. "Damn you Damian." She then went into her room and shut the balcony doors and went to bed.
