Notice: This chapter briefly addresses themes of abuse and may be upsetting or triggering for some readers.
Any acts of harm, violence, or m*rder (non graphic) depicted in this story are entirely fictional. They are not instructions, endorsements, or encouragements for real-world behavior.
Chada
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As our time was so rudely disturbed, he quietly stared forward, all while my mind and body were fighting the internal impulse to screw all else and screw him instead.
Unfortunately, he was now directing his attention back on a man and a woman whom were having an arguement. "It was YOU who wanted to go to the beach why aren't you happy" he hissed at her. She was breaking down in tears "why are you so mean, I just wanted to have a romantic day" she cried. Sarit watched quietly with a hateful look brewing inside. His expression was grim but calculated.
Their fighting escalated, the man began hurling horrible insults at the woman for things that weren't her fault. He then had the audacity to lay a hand on her. I started to rise to intervene, but Sarit pulled me back. He then went a little deeper, before I heard him speak melodically in a language I didn't understand fully. It calmed the man down, as if in a trance. The woman seemed unaware as the man slowly walked himself toward the ocean. Step by step he waded in. I watched on not feeling any kind of pull in Sarits grim voice.
Swiftly he started to disappear under the water. I expected the sight to be a peaceful drown, but the last thing I saw was Sarit pull out a dagger and then drag him under. When he returned he returned alone.
I figured normal people would be shocked by what they just witnessed. This was his true nature, his true power. His demeanor like whiplash switching from cold and ruthless to that familiar flirty look. I realized Sarit was a truly intelligent individual with a mind sharper than I could ever comprehend.
I didn't find myself feeling appalled though. Certainly not empathy for that man. "Why didn't I get affected" I asked.
He replied simply, "because the call only works on those who either wish to die, have no love for others, or have an empty heart of evil origin."
"But it pulled me in before and I'm none of those things" I said quizically. He just shrugged.
"What was the dagger for?" I asked. He merely replied "Some people are not suited to be sirens"
Even after what I just witnessed, I didn't feel fear nor like him less. If anything I found it hot. We waited for the girl to leave, seemingly not traumatized any longer. I presumed due to his powers.
He curled himself back up to me. As if out for revenge or merely worried I'd run away, he tangled me up in the nets. I only protested because I wanted to touch him. He looked at me. Humming a tune, that made me feel things but no urge to go into the ocean.
His voice was like a silky enchanting bird. So clear and ethereal, dangerously good. He slipped his fingers under my shirt, now unbuttoning it and pulling it off.
Somehow I felt like something was off now, different. Not quite the Sarit I knew when he touched me and kissed me. I looked at him carefully between kisses, it was like he was trying to drown out his thoughts with this. I worried about him, thinking this doesn't look healthy. I am as down to have him as anyone could be, but not if it is an escape or hurts him.
I tried to get him to make eye contact with me. He kept avoiding my gaze and instead trying to focus on transforming. Maybe because of that very fixation, he could not manage to begin to transform. It was taking even longer than usual. I broke away from our kiss to cup his face, "what's wrong Sarit, talk to me" I breathed looking at him with such worry.
He finally looked up to me with his eyes. I panicked, why did he suddenly look so sad? I floundered a bit trying to comfort him. "Hey hey it's okay, it's okay, lets stop for now, you're safe okay?" I said. I had never seen him look so vulnerable. Bit by bit I would often see snippets of sides to him he tried to hide, sides that showed from within whenever he thought no one noticed.
I noticed though. When it was Sarit, I always did. Just like that day he panicked, I realized he was carrying struggles too. Even through his impressive confidence.
Now he started to actually cry in front of me, I spoke to him softly. Telling him it's okay to cry. "I shouldn't be like this. It's not okay. She reminded me of my mother" he cried into my chest. "Your mother?" I asked. "She's gone Chada, she's gone. I couldn't save her like I did this woman."
I felt a solemn pressure fill me. Was this boy truly alone in this world? With no one but Abyss? I couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to survive out there, that long, alone.
"That sort of pain doesn't just dissappear does it, especially if supressed. It sounds like you loved her a lot." I said patting him as he cried.
He nodded into my shoulder. "She was the best indeed. It was so long ago, I guess I'm just stressed" he said.
I gave him a pained smile "yeah thats what happens when we keep sorrow pent up so long, that one trigger rips open the floodgates... but I'm here okay? I'm here. You're not alone Sarit" I said.
"Life is easier and better alone" he said with a slight anger in his sad voice. I shook my head and whispered, "no it's just easier to pretend it is." I paused letting that sit there a moment before speaking.
"Do you want to talk about it? Because I would love to hear more about her, she sounds lovely." He then slowly started telling me. "My father was a Naiad-Nereid hybrid. My mother and father had a short lived fling, having me before my father got mated to another siren in my mother's pod. It's extremely uncommon for Sirens to be able to have children without being mated. My mother and father had a short love, but it wasn't meant to be, he loved others after his mate passed away and then took off. I'm a freak of nature. I took mostly my mother's traits"
"You're not a freak at all, that makes you special" I said while looking at him like he may continue.
"Yeah well when I got a bit older my mother fell in love again. She said this man is the one. She was obsessed with him. Her voice didn't drown him, only enchant him. He seemed just immune enough to not pass away from her nature. The ocean world is volatile though. She trusted him more and more, going on land. Leaving me in the water more often. She got pregnant with my sweetest little half sibling I never got to meet...
Then when her water broke on land, I was just stuck in the water clueless at the time if not for the elders that went back and forth.
He wasn't there. That jerk didn't even come on time to help her. He was too busy getting into some violent crime and gang fight. Even if he was nice to my mother, he was a bad human. He got himself killed while my mother was still trying to give birth. The transformation during that wasn't something our bodies are compatible with. It interrupts and gives the baby no where to go, until it rips you apart.
By the time it came to that, my entire family was dead"
I sat there in silence for a minute. Feeling his pain. That is too much to bare. No wonder he hates humans. "Your stepfather was a piece of crap" I said. Sarit finally luaghed a bit between his tears "hell yeah he was"
"This whole situation must have been a horrible reminder for you" I said. He nodded hugging me and wrapping around me.
"Sarit, your pain is unimaginable. I can understand why you hate humans now. I too would want them all gone. I'm sorry that ever happened. Nothing makes up for that loss. I won't ever treat you like that though okay? I know it's different, but I want you to know, not all humans are bad. I won't hurt you okay?" I said.
He looked up at me with eyes, scanning me, trying to see if he can believe me. He seemed to chew over his words a little before saying "don't go anywhere okay?"
My heart melted, "of course. I'm right here. Not going anywhere. You can hug me like this as long as you want. Screw the shopping. You're not alone"
He seemed to drift off to sleep in my arms in the water after some minutes. Clearly he was exhuasted. He trains all day for singing and dancing and ends up dealing with all this. Slowly now, his body transformed at last, with nothing more being done.
I softly scooped him up in my arms like a prince, covered him in the clothes and carried him over gently to the car, instructing Abyss not to wake him.