Sleeping Siren
Prologue
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12:15 PM
A shuffle of leaves stirring from their final resting place interrupted the tranquil setting of the small court yard. The footsteps stopped for a split second, a shudder from a bush alerting the senses of seemingly the only living creature in the cheery setting. A small blue bird who had not yet flown to where the climate was still warm this time of year fluttered from her nest, her bright wings making a strange contrast against the orange and yellows of the trees increasingly disappearing leaves.
A delightful chirp pierced the ears of the figure as the bird landed only a few spaces from their muddy boots; it's head flicking back and forth as if it were studying the strange being that had walked into its home. A grin spread across the otherwise obscured features of the figure, the early afternoon sun gleaming off all of their jagged white points. As though they had been filed down, adding to his already intense aura.
A deep, only slightly audible sigh escaped from the figure before a horrified screech caused a flurry of crows to flee from another nearby tree. Their black feathers coating the otherwise clear skies, some of their soft plumage falling down around the courtyard as the cool breeze blows. Streaks of the bright sunlight flowing through them as they floated to the ground to lay with the already fallen leaves. The breeze calmed just after sending a swift flow of it towards the figure, the hood sliding back past his eyes, revealing deep yellow irises. The sun shine causing them to appear as if they are aflame. His disheveled black hair fluttered into his eyes as he furrowed his midnight brows. A sneer crossing his unshaven face, his large lips pulling back to reveal his teeth, the sharp white edges gleaming in the unwelcome sunshine. He swiftly pulls the hood back into place, a sharp hiss falling from his lips.
A bright blue wing now encrusted in deep hues of reds and crimson flops aimlessly under his muddy boot; it's large size completely concealing it's small frame. He lifts his shoulders, the hoodie that was slightly too small pulling around his large muscles, you can almost see them rippling as it tensed around his body. His large frame towered over what lay beneath his boot, as he scooted it around on the pebble walk way from heel to toe, as though to scrape a piece of gum off his shoe. It's life slowly pooling around it's completely unrecognizable twitching body. It's wings gave two last twitches as it's last sign of life drained from it's body, soaking into the pebbles of the walkway.
He kept his foot there for a long moment, seeming to take pause and think about the life he had just callously taken. He wasn't remorseful, by any means, but it was slightly disturbing to him how much joy he took in the pain and suffering of other living beings. It was truly electrifying to his senses. A rush that no drug came close to.
"Fuck." He groaned out through gritted teeth.
It made his cock bulge in his tight black jeans, dark mud caking up his large thighs, splattered along his entire front. The outline becoming visible for anyone who passed by to see. Seeing the crimson run over the tiny rock pathway was enough to get his blood pumping. He shifted with slight discomfort, his boot sliding in the crimson puddle. He ran a palm over the appendage with bad timing. His throat constricted, suddenly unable to swallow down the sudden rush of delight spreading through his body. Just a small taste is enough to send flames shooting through his veins.
He lifted his now blood stained boot from the brutally unrecognizable creature, wiping it on the grass underneath him. His face completely unreadable as he stares down at the pitiful creature through the hood of his jacket, an almost lazy grin across his otherwise blank features. The light showing a small patch of his 5 o' clock shadow, barely visible on his unseen face.
He crouched down over the fresh kill, his forearms resting on his bent knees, head tilting from side to side in odd fascination. Tiny bones stuck out of it's feathered flesh, crushed to the point, it's entrails steamed in the middle of the pile of gore. He ran a long clawed finger through the bloody puddle, staring at it as if it was the most beautiful thing in the world before sliding it into his mouth. He groaned around the appendage as his tongue lapped at the deep iron flavor engulfing his mouth. He removed his finger with a pop, satisfied he got ever last drop from it. His eyes almost glowing with delight, his smile returning to his face, as his erection pulsed painfully against it's restrictive confinement. He bent for another taste, but a far off screeching sound caught his attention. Forcing him to whip his head in the direction they were coming from.
His eyes widened, the previously bright yellow irises turning to deep black, barely visible in the expanse of blood vessels and off whites of his eyes as he glances up at the large oak tree nearby.
On a top branch of the tree, a small nest resides, barely visible from his position below it's many limbs, jutting out to almost completely darken the sky. Shade caressed his face, a slight comforting feeling washed over him from it. It reminded him of his precious home.
Jolting out of his reverie by small chirps from the newly hatched orphans only just barely audible in the completely desolate court yard. The man advanced upon his surprise new victims. His back hunching over, making his large frame bulge, his muscles almost bursting from the dark hoodie covering his flesh. His grimace turning into a full blown snarl as he stared up past the branches, his yellow eyes almost darkening to a deep amber color. They narrowed in on the tiny noise makers.
A low, barely audible growl slipping from his lips, his large tongue flicking out to moisten their dryness.
"Hungry for slightly over easy eggs?"
He chuckles to himself as he crouched below the lowest branch, jumping to reach it as he climbed the tree with ease, his claws digging into the bark as he forced his momentum vertical. His shoulders hunched over his chest in an almost unnatural position as he bent his legs into a full crouch on the lower branch. He launches himself into the air, grappling branches as he forced his way up to the high branch holding the creatures, only a slight dusting of blue feathers covering their otherwise naked bodies. He grins, unsure to be more amused or disgusted with his animalistic ways. But, then again, he didn't fight it too hard.
The small creatures stared up at him, their small beaks flying open, begging to be fed. He grimaces. He didn't enjoy killing innocent creatures, completely disregarding his absolutely unhinged way of killing the mother to these small helpless babes.
He glared at them, as if they had personally offended him by existing.
"Why are you even here?" He ground out from grit teeth. It was far too late in the autumn season for them to be this small. They were sure to expire even if he hadn't killed their caretaker. The cool breeze floated past him, almost sending a shiver down his hide. He was used to the cold, but the human clothes he had stolen to stay hidden were not leaving him with much protection from the oncoming winters chill.
He had traveled down from his mountain in search of proper feeding grounds. The humans had taken too much from his forest, leaving his underlings unable to fend for themselves. He had never been down from the mountain in the 36 solar lunar cycles he had experienced. His knowledge of humans being next to nothing. None had traveled past the safety of their borders since he had taken control of the dense woodlands. His home. The one place he had stayed his entire life and now he was forced to leave it in search of what the soft skinned had taken from him.
His mouth turned down into a scowl. The tiny baby birds going quiet as he leaned away from them.
"Tiny ball sacks that need a shave." He chuckles to himself, but it quickly falls away as he grabs one from the nest, it's tiny screeches starting again and quickly turning frantic as it senses it's impending doom. He brings it to eye level. It's small beak flapping almost flaccidly.
"Sorry, little one," He groans out in a deep, almost ethereal voice. Slight whispers falling from his lips. He opens his mouth, his sharp teeth completely visible as he holds the small creature over his large tongue, ready to swallow it in one gulp.
Shuffling of feet stops him. He turns swiftly to the intruder, his eyes narrowing in on their tiny frame, before widening again.
"What have we here?"
He places the squawking ball sack back into it's nest, before shifting on the branch. He sat down on the rough bark, letting one leg dangle over the edge while he brought his knee up to rest one of his wrists on, almost looking relaxed, but his muscles were far from it. Ready to kill whoever was approaching if he needed to. He glared down at the approaching figure, their shuffling feet crunching loudly over the fallen foliage. He rolled his eyes. Soft skins had no idea how to be quiet.
He stayed completely silent as the figure approached, long tendrils of bright golden locks, small stripes of black framed her slightly reddened cheeks. The breeze picks up as he watches her, his yellow eyes glinting in curiosity as they trailed down her miniscule frame. A dark ratty sweater covered her upper half, completely engulfing her small frame, obscuring it from his view. Her tiny thin fingers wrapped around her upper arms as it coursed around her, the sun shining down onto her slightly tanned skin, small brown freckles dotting her almost siren like features.
He grimaced. He had met a few sirens that had wondered into his woodlands from the nearby sea. They had always tried to woo him into letting them become his queen, but he always dispatched them quickly. He was not interested in allowing their tainted songs to grace the serenity of his home.
This creature, however, held his attention. The breeze continued to curl around her, her loose locks flying around her as she scowled at the sudden blast of cold. He heard a small sniffle come from her, almost inaudible as she shifted the escaped hairs back to their original position, only for them to be swept back into her bright blue eyes.
His eyes widened as he leaned in closer, careful not to allow the branch to creak beneath his large frame. Her eyes fluttered open once more, after the breeze died down, her crystal gaze glancing around as though she were searching for something for a brief moment before continue her noisy trek across the courtyard.
He watched intently, glancing occasionally to the pile of mangled flesh he had left down below. Right in her path. A slight grin tugged as his lips, curious to see her reaction to his little...gift.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Please leave a comment and let me know if you enjoyed this new story of mine. 3