Thunder and Lightning

Part 10

“I can cut them off,” she said conversationally.

“I can cut your throat,” I replied, worried. She didn’t sound afraid at all.

“But you won’t survive outside this room without them or me,” her soft voice answered. “If you can’t breed, they will kill you.”

I lifted the knife from her throat and backed away from her. She straightened and held up a metal ruler.

“Bitch!”

She laughed. “I’ve been called worse.” She started to sing again and I didn’t wait, singing my nursery rhyme as loudly as I could until she laughed.

“What?” I asked, irritably.

“I’ve never had a human sing to me before,” she replied with a smile. She dabbed the blood from her neck and shoulder with a bed sheet, red blossoming on white like flowers in the snow.

“I’m not singing to you. It’s a human song we sing to our children, not to sirens,” I snapped.

Her laughter was soft. “But I am Diana, also called the Little Star. Daughter of Estella, the Dark Star; descended from Aurelia the Gold, Dubhan the Black Dragon, Sephira the Dragon’s Daughter…”

“I don’t care,” I interrupted. “Let me go.” I held up her torn dress. “I have your clothes. That makes you my slave.”

“Like a lampeqin? That’s just a legend, Ronaldo.” Her fingers pulled the dress from mine. “Your clothes are in the corner if they would make you feel more comfortable.”

I grinned fiercely at her. “Why, do I make you too horny with my clothes off?” I faced her so she got the full frontal view.

She shrugged, looking down. “You’re horny, not me. If it’s distracting we have at least twenty minutes before my boys return with your sisters. We could use the bed or the desk, though I’d ask for a little less roughness, if you please.”

Too cold. Not human, I thought fiercely. I reached for my clothes. “No thanks. I don’t fuck fish.”