A/N: Banshees such sadness, yet such beauty. I find it odd that in MGE they're servants of Hel, who is a Norse goddess. Where as Banshees come from Irish folklore. It does seem like a weird choice, than again I don't know any Irish death gods. In fact, I'm very unfamiliar with Irish folklore I had to double check if the myth of the Banshee was from it.
So, because of both mine and the Banshee's Irish heritage I wanted to give her a traditional Irish name. I went back and forth between Betha and Bronagh. Betha I thought would've been funny seeing how it means life, not haha funny but more ironic funny. But I chose Bronagh said as brone-ah, since that one means sadness or sorrow which fits the Banshee to a tee.
Chapter 15
My name is Collin Singer, a few years ago I had lost my parents in a car accident. I was emotional destroyed by their passing, but who wouldn't? I often visited their grave a couple times a month. I'd tell them how I was doing and to not worry about me. I'd also make sure their grave was taken care of.
It was winter now, snow had started and I was paying mom and dad my usual visit. While I coped with them being gone, it didn't make me feel less alone. I didn't have any siblings and I didn't want to bother my living relatives with my problems. I wondered what would've happened if they were still alive.
As I left I noticed a woman; she pale, dress in all black, and she was openly weeping in front of a grave. I hadn't been here long, but I didn't notice her when I came in. I slowly approached her, from what little I could her of her she was quite beautiful. Her cries were haunting, yet strangely beautiful to my ears.
"Excuse me miss, are you okay?" I asked, although it was fairly obvious that she wasn't.
"I'm sorry, was I disturbing you?" she asked.
"No, I was just leaving and I couldn't help but notice you were upset." I said giving her my handkerchief.
"Thank you, I come every so often. I feel great sadness for those her. I wish to ease their sorrows, but all I can do is weep for them." she said wiping her eyes.
"I'm sure they're a little happier knowing you're here to keep them company. I can't imagine what it's like to buried six feet under in a small wooden box." I said.
"Yes, such a feeling of loneliness makes me feel as lonely." she said.
"I'm sorry I forgot to introduce myself I'm Collin." I said.
"I'm Bronagh." she said giving my handkerchief back.
"I hate to pry Bronagh, but aren't you cold?" I asked noticing her clothing wasn't particular for winter, hell I was cold and I was wearing the heaviest coat I owned.
"It's fine, I'm used to the cold." she said.
"Well, I don't want you to get sick. Would you like to come over to my place to keep warm?" I asked.
"That's most kind of you. I think I would like to go with you." she said.
I drove Bronagh to my home. It was small, but humble. We both sat on the couch in front of a crackling fire. I looked at Bronagh, my heart ached seeing her sad. I wasn't sure why, but I wanted to care for her. Maybe it was because she reminded me of myself, the pain I felt after losing my parents.
"Collin, I want to thank you for bringing me here. You have such a lovely home." Bronagh said.
"You're welcome, it's strange I just met and I brought to my house. I don't normally do something like this." I said.
"It must be nice to have a home to go to." she said somberly.
"You don't have a home?" I asked.
"No, I have no home or anyone who cares about me. I feel alone in this world." she said tears beginning to stream down her face.
"If you don't mind, you can stay here with me. I don't have much, but I wouldn't mind having some company." I said.
"You've been most kind to me. I know it must be difficult to invite a stranger into your home." she said.
"Yeah, but I feel I could trust you." I said.
I wiped the tears from her face. Her skin was cold, yet it didn't bother me. It was a nice comforting cold not a harsh bitter cold. I kept touching her face, which I realized was rude but Bronagh didn't stop me. Her hand touched mine and she smiled warmly at me.
"I'm sorry Bronagh. I don't know what came over me." I said.
"It's fine Collin, I don't mind you touching me. Your hand is warm, I want you to touch me." she said.
She placed her other hand to my face. It was as cold as the rest of her, but again I didn't mind it. I felt more at ease than I ever had. Bronagh made happy, and I in turn wanted to make her happy.
"Bronagh, would you like to stay tonight?" I asked.
"I would be happy too." she said.
We moved to the bed, we laid together holding each other. I caressed her face and she rubbing my chest. I looked at her lips, I wonder how soft they were. Bronagh noticed and kissed me, I kissed her back. I didn't want this to end, having Bronagh in my arms felt right.
"Bronagh, I could you stay here with me?" I asked after parting lips.
"Like, forever?" she asked.
"I don't know about that. But I would like you to stay as long as possible." I said.
"Yes Collin. I'd be happy too." she said.
We fell asleep together holding each other. I experienced the first real good night rest in a while. The next day I was in town to do some shopping. I was about to return home when I was approached by Sheriff Able. I didn't know Sheriff Able that well, sure I saw him around town but we didn't talk much. The only time we spoke was when he called me about my parents' death.
"Good day Sheriff, what do you need?" I asked.
"Collin, you were at the graveyard yesterday? Visiting your folks? Did you happen to see anything?" he asked.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Well...I got reports of a Banshee in the area. Rumor has it they're responsible for tragedies and death. Normally I wouldn't bother with this type of thing, but people are spooked about the whole thing." he explained showing me a blurry photo.
There wasn't much in the photo but a blurry image of a woman who was pale and dressed in black. Even though I couldn't see much, it was clearly Bronagh.
"Sorry Sheriff, but I didn't see anything." I lied.
"Well, thanks for cooperation." he said putting the photo away.
"Just out of curiosity Sheriff, what are you going to do if you find this Banshee?" I asked.
"Don't know, probably run it out of town." he said.
"What if she isn't as bad as you think?" I asked.
"How do know it's a she?" he asked suspiciously.
"Banshees are Mamono aren't they? I just figured they'd be female." I said.
"Huh...I suppose you're right," he mumbled. "If you see her, it, whatever. You let me know." he said.
"Will do Sheriff." I said and I went home.
As I drove home I thought about my encounter with the Sheriff. On the one hand lying to him didn't feel right, but on the other I didn't want him or anyone for that matter to drive Bronagh out of town. But then again, her being a Banshee made some sense.
I entered my house and Bronagh was waiting for me.
"Collin your back. I was starting to worry about you." she said.
"Bronagh, I have a question for you." I said.
"Of course, what do you want to know?" she asked.
"Are you a Banshee?" I asked, her face sank.
"How...how did you know?" she asked hesitantly.
"The Sheriff came up to me in town. He showed me a picture, while it wasn't clear I could tell it was you." I said.
"What do you plan to do?" she asked.
"About me? I know the things they say about my kind. But it's not true I would never hurt anyone I...I..." she said and began wiping. I rushed over and held her.
"Bronagh, don't cry. I know you wouldn't hurt anyone." I said.
"How? How do know?" she asked in between sobs.
"Because...because I love you. I know we haven't known each other long, but I also know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me." I said.
"You...love me?" she asked tears still filling her eyes.
"Yes, you are so beautiful and I never felt more at ease until I met you." I said.
"Oh Collin..." she said and rested her head against my chest.
She kept crying, but it didn't seem like tears of sorrow, they were more tears of joy. She looked up at me and kissed me, I kissed her back. Her hands moved from my chest to my back. I moved us over to the bed, we kept kissing and a noticeable bulge formed in my pants.
"You must be in so much pain. Let me help you." Bronagh said unbuckling my belt.
She pulled my pants down and was face to face with my erection. She caressed it through the fabric of my underwear. I moaned softly as she rubbed, she pulled the waistband of my underwear down and stroked my member. Despite her icy touch it felt soothing against my throbbing cock.
I watched as she stroked up and down, then she took my penis in her mouth. Her mouth was surprisingly warm, she looked even more alluring as she bobbed her head up and down.
"Bronagh that feels so good." I moaned.
She moved her tongue around my penis and I was reaching my climax.
"Bronagh, I'm cumming!" I announced and flooded her mouth with semen.
Bronagh drank every drop of my seed. She removed her dress, veil, and leg covers. I was enraptured by her appearance; her large breasts, wide hips, and pale skin that glowed in the light of the fireplace.
"You're so beautiful." I said.
Bronagh smiled at me and climbed on top of me. We kissed, I felt the cool feeling of her skin against mine. I moved a hand to right breast and she let moan which sounded more like a wail. She rubbed her womanhood against me, I felt a warm liquid on my penis causing it to become erect again.
"Bronagh, can I put it in?" I asked.
"Please, I can't take it anymore!" she begged.
I inserted my penis into her vagina and slowly moved my hips. She continued to wailing, yet I didn't sound sad it sounded pleasing to my ears. I wanted to keep hearing her wail, I started thrusting faster and faster causing her to wail louder and louder.
"Bronagh, your voice is beautiful. I want to hear more of it." I said.
"Oh Collin, I want you to hear my voice as much as you want!" she cried.
She moved her head right to my ear. Her haunting wail filled my head and I came inside her. She quivered from the feeling of my orgasm being released inside her. She removed herself from my manhood and laid next to me.
"I love you Collin." Bronagh said softly.
"I love you too." I said and kissed her.
Before we could enjoy the after glow of our love making there was a knock on the door. I looked outside and saw Deputy Annabelle Fisher. Deputy Fisher was also someone I had little interaction with. Although, she was the one who found my parents.
"Shit, it's Deputy Fisher!" I shouted getting my pants back.
"What should I do?" Bronagh asked.
"Quick hide in the closet! Don't come out until I say it's okay." I said.
Bronagh rushed to the closet not even bothering to get dressed. Once she was inside the closet opened the front door.
"Geez, what took you so long? It's colder than an Ice Queen's tits!" Fisher said getting inside.
"Sorry about that Deputy. Is there something I can help you with?" I asked.
"Sheriff Able asked us to do investigation into the Banshee." she said going to the fireplace.
"Yeah the Sheriff mentioned something about that, but I didn't see anything." I lied.
"I know, but it's routine procedure. He feels extra concerned since your parents accident." she said.
"Yeah...I'm sure he does." I said.
"Hey I didn't mean to bring up...uh Collin? Do you have company over?" she asked noticing Bronagh's discarded clothes.
"Oh that? That's nothing." I lied.
"Collin, this is a woman's dress. If have a lady friend over then you just say so." she said.
"There's no one here, honest." I lied sweating profusely.
There was a noise inside the closet. Deputy Fisher drew her gun and proceeded to the door.
"Ann, you probably have other things to do then investigating a closet. Besides it was probably a broom that fell over." I said.
"Even still, you have women's clothing in your house. And I highly doubt you're the type of guy who's into cross dressing." she said opening the closet.
Bronagh was huddled in a corner of the closet, Fisher had her gun trained on her.
"So, no woman here? Alright ma'am out of the closet." Fisher instructed.
"N-no, I'm not coming out! Collin help me!" Bronagh pleaded.
"Ann, put the gun down!" I shouted.
"Collin do you know what this is? It's a Banshee, they cause nothing but misery! They're a bad oman!" Fisher shouted.
"That's not true! She's just frightened and lonely, she wouldn't hurt anyone!" I protested.
"Yeah well, tell that to your parents." Fisher said.
"What're you talking about?" I asked.
"When found your parents' accident, I noticed there were tire marks that swerved towards the cliff. They drove off to avoid hitting something." Fisher said.
"Even if that's true, we don't know that Bronagh or any Banshee caused it." I said.
"Collin, please don't let her hurt me!" Bronagh pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
"Deputy Fisher...Ann, put your gun away. She's done nothing wrong." I said.
Ann didn't say anything; she looked at Bronagh, then back to me and holstered her pistol.
"Alright Collin, I won't do anything to this...thing. I also won't tell Sheriff Able about this. But if he finds out about this it's on you." Ann said and left.
Bronagh rushed out of the closet and clinged to me. She was shaking and crying heavily. I held her and rubbed her back to comfort her.
"I'm sorry Collin..." she sobbed.
"You have nothing to apologize for." I said.
"No, it's what she said. I...I killed your parents." she said.
I was taken aback by what she had said. Did she really kill my parents? No, that can't be true.
"Bronagh what are you saying? My parents died in a car accident." I said.
"An accident that I caused! But I didn't mean too, you have to believe me! I would never hurt you!" she cried.
My head was spinning I didn't know what to think. This must have been some sick joke. But the look in her eyes told me she was being honest with me.
"You killed my parents?" I asked.
"I didn't mean too, they were driving down the road and veered off the road! Please you have to believe me!" she cried.
"You killed my parents! How am I supposed to feel about that!? I forgive you and that's the end of that! You took them from me!" I shouted.
"Collin...don't say that! I...I love you!" she sobbed.
"I don't want to hear it! You just...get the fuck out of my house!" I shouted.
Bronagh was still crying her eyes out, but I wasn't yielding to her pleads to stay. She got dressed and went outside. I watched her move to the front of the lawn and looked back. But she turned back forward and walked off into the snowy landscape. Her all black figure becoming increasingly more faded it got.
I sat down on my couch, placed my head in my hands and cried. I couldn't believe what just happened. While I was angry with Bronagh, I was mostly angry with myself. I drove her out of my home after I promised she could stay with me. I wasn't going to let my blind rage turn me against a innocent woman.
I went out and drove to the one place I knew she was, the cemetery. I got there and the snowfall cleared up leaving only a dead bitter cold. I looked around and saw Bronagh right by my parents' graves.
"I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. Singer, I'm sorry you can't be here with your son." she cried.
"Bronagh!" I called to her.
She turned to me and coward back against a headstone. There was a mixture of sadness and fear in her eyes.
"Collin, don't hurt me! I wasn't doing anything I swear!" she cried.
"I'm not here to hurt you, I came to apologize for yelling at you. I should've believed you when you said it was an accident. I was angry with you and I shouldn't have been." I said.
"You're not angry with me?" she asked timidly.
"No, I'm not. I know it must have been hard having all that pain and guilt inside you. I guess that explains why we met here, you were trying to ask for forgiveness," I said picking her up. "I don't know if I'll forget what you did, but I can try to forgive you."
"Collin..." she said softly and hugged me.
"Well, ain't that sweet." a new voice said.
I turned to the person and it was Sheriff Able holding a shotgun.
"Sheriff, what are you doing here?" I asked keeping Bronagh behind me.
"I came here to see if the Banshee would show up. Looks like I was right." he said.
"I'm not going to let you hurt her." I said.
"Son, I don't give a damn what you want. She's a danger, not just to the town but everyone in it, just look at what happened to your parents." he said.
"Whither she killed my parents or not irrelevant. She didn't mean for them to die." I said.
"Sheriff, I'm really sorry for killing Collin's parents. I know I don't deserve to be treated fairly, but I didn't mean to hurt anyone." Bronagh said.
"Please Sheriff, nobody needs to know she even exists! She can stay with me, out of sight and out of mind." I said.
"Collin, I can't do that we have rules. I can't allow her to stay here," he said, my heart sank. "All residents humans or Mamonos have to be registered."
"Wait, what are you saying?" I asked.
"Son, I may be a hardass at times. But I'm not unreasonable. If you feel she innocent in your parents' deaths, then she can stay. However I can't have an undocumented citizen living here." he explained.
"Sheriff I...thank you I don't know how to repay you." I said.
"Just get her registered." he said walking out of the cemetery.
I was smiling from ear to ear, I turned to Bronagh who was in tears of joy. I made sure that she was registered to live with me, people were unnerved by Bronagh's presence. But I told her not to worry about it, whatever happens from now on I promised I would never leave her.