Here is chapter 3! I hope you all enjoy. Just let me know what you think of it!
Syrenas POV
As soon as those shrill, gargoyle like voices reached my ears, the small amount of blood that still pulsed through my body became frozen and my nerve endings became numb. I looked out past the flawless curves of my mermaid into the
sea, about a mile yonder, a ship was passing, only to be taken under command by sirens. They were scaling the wooden carapace, their claws and fangs tearing the massive ship apart. Searching for men to quench their everlasting
bloodlust.
"They never venture past WhiteCap Bay. They must be looking for me." Syrena mused.
A deep roaring sound was building in her chest. So ferocious, I felt the need to shy away. The mermaids in the distance had reached the inner-sanctum of men, and screams as high-pitched as seagulls exuded from the chest of the captured.
They did their best to fight; with what little arms they could take up, but compared to the merfolk containing their glistening spikes, teeth, and venom, hope was lost for all.
The visions that befell me shook me to the very core. My sisters were more vicious, brutal than ever before. The loss of life was my fault. I knew it. My kind never traveled this far out, and for them to attack outside their protective cove was
rare. They knew I was missing. And surely knew about my capture-not of just body, but of heart also- and were here to rescue or…..kill me. Either way, we couldn't stay to find out. We had less than 10 minutes to move out or meet our fate
before my sisters finished the last of the poor sailors. I looked over to my Philip, seeing that I had inadvertently dug my claws into his tender human flesh, bringing a pool of his precious blood to the surface. Even in a time when Philip needed
to rely on me, I cause him physical harm. He didn't seem to mind my intrusion onto his skin, for he was focused on worse terms at hand, such as the approaching sisters.
Philip POV
"on the shores sat fishermen, sailors and the such. Oh bright starry day, they wanted love so much. I came upon those shores one day, and gave them what they wanted, and then they went on their merry way, taking what they hunted."
The mermaids began their songs. To my ears it was a sour stinging sound, for I had heard a real mermaid sing out of love, not lust. I wanted to flee. I wanted to whisk Syrena up in my arms and carry us to safety, but the pain intruding onto
my unhealed side was to strong. I grabbed a sword from my belt, and was ready to protect myself against the fish devils.
Syrena was a ghost of what she used to be. Her scales stood on end, tiny vicious razors. Her nails were the size of a bears, long and thick. Her jaw unhinged itself to show six inch fangs' dripping with what I assumed was venom. I
couldn't even recognize her eyes. They were large luminescent orbs of onyx.
Syrenas POV
I was ready to fight. I plunged into the ocean, and immediately, was attacked by my sisters. It was Tamara who was the leader, and it was her I would be having to deal with. We were equal opponents. Her being slightly larger than I,
but I was also much quicker. As her hands grabbed onto my wrists, I swung my tail around, whipping her in the side. Humans think that we are immortal beasts, but in reality were just harder to kill. Small pricks of blood oozed from her side,
making her as ferocious as ever. i freed my hand and slapped her, more shiny red droplets disintegrating into the water around us; exuding itself from her cheek, and quickly healed,- as we healed at an unnatural rate. Two other sisters
started dragging me down, trying to rip my tail, and pull my hair out, but I twisted and turned and bit so hard, they had to let go if they wanted to keep a hand. I had to get back to Philip.
Philips POV
The water was silent. Not even a ripple. My evened breathing and the waves lapping at the shore were the only two voices in my ears. And suddenly, a mermaid longer than a dingy lunged from the shore and landed on my legs. I heard a
bone crack, and a gasping scream echoed from my weak frame. I didn't want to do it, but I had to- I stabbed her in the back; crimson liquid oozing in a pool around her cream skin. She fell limp. I threw her off me, and prayed a silent prayer
over her body. Hoping she would find eternal rest.
Shrieks bellowed from the sea. Mermaids in vast numbers were pulling themselves upon shore. Getting ready to lasso my limp body and drag me to the depths. I cut two lassos that gripped around my thighs, as I hobbled back into the cover
of the low bushes. I took a breath, thinking I was a safe distance, and then I felt it.
A sharp pain, worse than what that sword that had so vilely intruded into my side had felt like, gripped my chest and arms. A mermaid had grasped me, pulling me towards the beach. Her tail an extraordinary muscle perfect for dragging
along sand, was now working against me. She dragged me in; immediately female creatures fawned all over me. After several moments, they expected me to drowned, but little had they realized that I had kissed one of their sisters. I was
immune from drowning.
I blinked, struggling in their grasp. i couldnt die like this. In church I was taught to watch out for hostile tribes. but...merfolk? As the seconds ticked, they became crazed beasts. They realized I was not dying, so they decided to tear me limb
from limb. They stared to rip my clothes, tearing at my hair, biting into my arms. I was litterally fish bait. I heard a barrage of noise boom from behind the fiends. Syrena, as potent as ever was trying to rescue me. A siren suddenly grasped
her tail. Syrena, making a sweeping motion as quick as a snake, made a long dripping gnash across the opposers forearm. With that, my mermaid was beside me.
A weak smile tried to cross my face, but I just didnt have the strength. Colors and shapes were becoming less reconizable. Water was entering my ears, and all I could see were shimmering streaks of light float past my nose.
Syrenas POV
Tamara had to go fret over her battle wound. It was deep enough it would take longer than mere moments to heal. The other mermaids were as terrified as I felt, but right now was my chance to save him. I whisked Philip into my arms,
and flitted to the surface. I had to escape quickly. As i pulled my darling above water level, I saw a ship in the distance with odd looking sails. Where those sails made from seaweed?
Taaddaaa! I will try to write the fourth this weekend. I will update soon. I appreciate reviews 'cause they make me go faster in putting out updates. Thanks loves!
