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The Moon illuminated the field, casting strange shadows over the field. Dick looked down at the girl, now unconscious, whose head rested in his lap. Not quite knowing what to do, he awkwardly picked her up, jumping off the roof and landing on his feet in a cat-like manner. Stepping through the still-broken glass door, he carefully tip-toed up the stairs.
Wincing when he realised that the TV was on full volume, he rushed out of the room, narrowly missing running into the sliding wood door. Shutting it with his foot, he breathed a sigh of relief. She was a heavy sleeper.
Softly pushing the door open, he laid her down on the bed. Pulling the covers over her, he took a moment to look over her. A small scar on her temple, her thick eyelashes, red hair that shone like fire…
Leaning down, he kissed her forehead lightly, ignoring the burning in the back on his throat.
"Dick." Bruce hissed. Jumping up quickly and sprinting to the door, he came face to face with Bruce, still stoic, and Roy, who was trying to get Garfield off his shoulders.
"Dude, get off me."
"No." Garfield squealed, hugging his friend's shoulders tighter. A low growl sounded from Roy's throat, warning the boy on his shoulders that he'd surely tear off his head if he didn't get off.
"Fine…" he crawled off, hiding behind Dick. Dick slapped his forehead, muttering insults under his breath.
"I want to talk to you." Bruce huffed, glaring at Garfield. "Without interruption."
Garfield shrank back in a submissive manner, angering Dick.
"Bruce, you're not the leader of this coven."
"Well neither are you, if this is what you consider leadership." Bruce growled, pushing his son backwards towards the study. Roy and Garfield followed slowly, closing the door behind them.
Bookshelves towered, reaching the roof and overflowing with books. A red plush couch was pushed against the wall, along with a large stuffed bear. Dick chuckled at the sight of the fluffy toy, remembering how he used to hide with it when he first moved here.
They had four houses, and moved to each every ten years or so. One in Europe, which Dick particularly detested, one in America, one in Australia and one in Japan.
They had two names that they used as personas so no one knew who they were. Dick could also be called Damian, or Richard. Robin however, was everyone's suggestion. From the time that he was little, he'd been fascinated by the red breasted birds and their story. That their chests were stained with blood…
But, some of them just picked out random names. They were the only ones who knew each other's real names. They almost never used their aliases unless they were in public. Garfield had decided to play along, using his hatred for his real name as an excuse.
The trouble with Garfield though, is that he ages. He is one of those creatures that has to die, like humans. He cannot be changed, and he cannot undergo some sort of procedure. Garfield chooses to live with the coven, because he has bonded with them. Garfield does not need an alias, but, he chooses one anyway, for the sake of the family.
"Dick, the full moon is approaching. This is reckless behaviour. We just fought over a girl that was supposed to die ten years ago. So what if she dies?"
Dick's head snapped up, shaking him from his cloud of happy memories.
"So what if she dies? So what? We're the whole reason she was supposed to die! Why can't we just accept that she's not meant to die?"
"Because with each passing day, she is endangering us all!" Bruce roared. Sometime in their fight, Garfield had changed, and was now sitting in between them, whining quietly, trying to block the harsh words they were spewing. "Garfield Logan, get out of here!"
The wolf looked up fearfully. In his eyes, they could see the courage he was trying to muster up. His submissive pose slowly disappeared, forming a new, dominant pose. Tail erect and head held high, he growled warningly at the dark haired vampire.
Dick froze in fear for his friend. This was 'The Dark knight' Bruce Wayne, Garfield's idol and saviour. But he could see a flicker of appreciation flicker across his old mentor's face, before he kicked the dark canine aside.
"She's my friend too y'know!" Garfield persisted, steadying him self against the desk as he stood, squaring off his shoulders to try and appear tough.
Bruce poked him once in the chest, deflating him considerably. "Oh yeah? So if she were to be the cause of your death, what would you do then?"
"I wouldn't care. She's done nothing but be nice to us, and she's not trying to put us in danger…"
"The full moon is approaching, and we don't even know how many they are! Think of how many Fledglings they have! We are a family of what? Eight? They could have hundreds by now."
"Then we'll protect her best we can!" Dick snarled, baring his sharp fangs. Bruce clenched his fists as he stared Dick down, not wincing when the boy's eyes sharpened to a fiery red. "The full moon only happens once Bruce."
"No Dick, no it doesn't."
"What do you mean?"
"Every full moon Richard. She'll grow stronger with every full moon."
~S~
"Right now, what is festering inside of her is a power that we have not yet come in contact with before. She will become… a siren, basically. I'm sure you have already noticed her unnatural beauty?" he paused, looking at Dick, who was now, sitting on the plush couch that he'd spent so much of his life on.
When he was younger, about ten, he'd come in here to watch Bruce work. Paperwork mostly, sometimes he'd be reading. But Dick would always sit there, curled up with an old book, head resting on the bear's lap. As Dick got older, the bear had been forgotten. But Bruce had insisted that it stay there, even when they moved. He wouldn't admit it, but it held a sentimental value to Bruce.
"Slowly, her voice will take on a controlling sort of seductive tone. She will soon become a dream, something that every man wishes for. This is the power that is festering inside of her. She is becoming a weapon that can stop even the strongest, most loyal person in their tracks."
"So you want to kill her?" Dick asked, stroking Garfield's fur rhythmically. Roy, who really felt out of place, had gone off somewhere, exploring the house he'd already spent many years exploring.
"Dick, there is no other option. The full moon is days away, and you know that they'll come for her then, if not sooner. Brother Blood is like a vice. No matter how much of a bond you think you have with her, you won't succeed. Just look at what happened to Wally."
Bruce cast his eyes downwards, sighing heavily. Why did they always have to get so attached to their vessels?
"Bruce, we can protect her."
"Dick, have you ever heard the story of the Sirens?"
"If you haven't forgotten, you set me up with one." Dick growled.
"Dick, Sirens are creatures that lure people in to kill them. They are seductive creatures of legend whose songs can drive a man insane." Bruce stood up and dug through his many bookshelves, tossing him a few books on Greek mythology.
"Dick, if I can't convince you…" He watched as Dick rose, calling Garfield with him. The wolf lagged behind, casting tired glances over his shoulders. Mortal…
~S~
"Once he hears to his heart's content, sails on, a wiser man.
We know all the pains that the Greeks and Trojans once endured
on the spreading plain of Troy when the gods willed it so—
all that comes to pass on the fertile earth, we know it all!"
~S~
Garfield padded towards the door, pushing it open with his paw. Raven always kept her door ajar. Leaping up onto the bed, he circled twice before settling down, resting his head on his paws. He always slept in here. Sure, he had a room of his own, but this room was his safe haven. He could just hide in here, and no one could hurt him.
He scanned the room sleepily, stopping when he noticed the stuffed chicken that contrasted against the dark theme of the room. He'd won it for her at a fair when he was twelve. Although she'd been annoyed at the time, she'd brought it home anyway and stashed it away in her room.
"Garfield?" Raven called, standing in her doorway. She'd long outgrown her annoyance with him sleeping in her room, and now came to enjoy his companionship. Most of the time.
She could hear his steady breathing, and she knew he was asleep. Crawling in to bed carefully, she curled up next to him. Gabbing a book, she leaned against the back board, re-reading a book she'd read a thousand times before.
~S~
Dick picked up the phone grudgingly. Punching in the numbers with more force than necessary, he growled at the annoying high pitched ringing.
"Hello?" a strange, seductive yet high-pitched voice answered sleepily.
"Jay?" Dick's voice softened instinctively, an ability her voice had.
"Oh gosh, Richard? Oh Sweetie, what's wrong? Do you need me to come over? Where are you living? Still in Europe? If so, I'll be there as soon as I can." Her voice sounded rushed, as if she were trying to gather her things quickly.
"No, we're in Jump again… Listen, we need your help."
"What's wrong?"
"Can you remember that house we burned down? The one where everyone needed to die?"
"Of course sweetheart, but don't try explaining over the phone. Richard, I'll be there soon. I'm just outside the city. See you in an hour."
"But wait…" The line went dead and Dick was sure she was hopping into a cab right now. Anger and fear rushed back as her voice disappeared. Slamming the phone down on the receiver, he shuffled over to the fridge. Nearly tearing the door off its hinges, he grabbed a carton of eggs. Grumbling to himself, he proceeded to make himself, and the rest of them, breakfast.
~S~
Kori was awakened by a strange new voice coming from the hallway. Almost as if she were being controlled, she rolled out of bed. Pulling on one of Raven's plush robes, she shuffled out shyly.
"Oh, and this must be Kori!" The girl squealed. Her voice, although high pitched with her youth, had sing-song seductiveness to it. She stood arm-in-arm with Bree, as the two looked like almost complete opposites.
The girl, wearing a blue trench coat over light blue skinny jeans, she was a bright contrast against Bree's dark purple and black attire. Kori also took note of her long gray hair, bangs tipped with black.
"I'm Alice." She reached out to shake Kori's hand, but Kori hesitated. Alice's eyes opened wide, and her hand snapped back to its place at her side. "Richard, walk with me…" she tugged on his arm, backing away from the red-head, while never looking away.
"Jay, Please…"
"Dick, you don't understand the urgency of this situation." She hissed. Dick flinched at her voice, but Kori was unaffected.
"What do you mean? What is the matter?"
"Oh Richard, Sweetheart, this is bad… This is really bad…" Alice sighed before motioning for Kori to follow. "Come with me darling, I'll explain everything."
~S~
"So you see, there's more to this world than just humans. As you know, there are Vampires and Werewolves, but also other creatures… such as Sirens, like you and I, and… oh, never mind that. Anyway, I could tell by the way you weren't affected by my voice when I spoke to you."
"I could also tell by your appearance. It's strange, for a human to have such striking features. But you, you are the subject of a prophecy, as I'm sure you know. This prophecy is about the metamorphoses from human to siren. You are a very powerful weapon, darling, and I hope I can help you understand…"
"Jay, why do they have to go after her? Why not you or someone more experienced?" Dick groaned, running his hand through his hair angrily.
"Because, she doesn't have experience. It'll be easier to contain her power. Although, that may not be the case. I know that when I manifested these abilities, I was quite calm and Canary was able to keep my abilities under control. But Kori, if she's really as powerful as they say, might be another case."
"Jay, they can't get a hold of her…"
"There's nothing I can do, Dick. She's not ready. She hasn't even begun to sound like one. These things take time. They'll start to appear about a day or so before the full moon." She said in her strange voice. Kori was intrigued by their explanation, wanting to know more about what they were talking about.
"Kori…" She turned to her, blinking her large amber eyes at her. "The transformation… it's strange. You know that when a guy gets older, his voice drops? Yours will ultimately do the same."
But Kori's eyes were no longer locked on the strange appearance of the girl. No, now they were trained on Dick's hand, which was now intertwined with Alice's.
"Sweetie?" Kori looked up with her face a swarm of conflicting emotions. "It'll be uncomfortable at first, because sometimes it's strange, having your voice just suddenly drop and rise at random moments, but don't worry. It passes."
Dick leaned over her shoulder, offering her a reassuring glance.
"Why did this have to happen to me?" she whispered, forgetting that they had exceptional senses of hearing. Alice reached out and placed a reassuring hand on hers. Its warmth surprised Kori. This girl was human.
~S~
oh, ho, ho, ho, she's human! and holding Dick's hand... and calling him Richard.
just so you know, the full moon in this story is about a week away. only a few more chapters...
and possibly a sequel.
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