She lurks beneath the stormy surface.
She is a siren come to do her task.
There is a ship above, rocking, about to sink from the strong winds.
She can hear the shouts from above.
She flickers her tail and swims close to the hull of the ship.
She floats, her long hair floating mystically around her. She closes her eyes, and begins moving her hands in a strange pattern, and sings.
The storm above ceases to stop, and she can hear the cries of relief.
She smiles, her teeth looking exceptionally sharp.
It's not over yet for them.
She sings and sings, her voice powerful and strong, yet lulling and peaceful.
She hears loud splashes in the water and grins evilly.
She swims over to where the splashes were made.
Two men jumped overboard, charmed by her singing.
They begin to drown.
She takes both of their hands and slowly swims down and down.
Taking them down into the cold dark sea of nothingness.
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Collection Of Dark POVs. Vol. 1
Short Story''Darling, if your looks could kill, this ballroom would suffer a massacre,'' he mutters, the corners of his lips lifting. You smirk. ''Ah, but where's the fun in doing it that way.''
