"Kayla, want to go to the beach? The sun's a scorcher today, and the sand is burning my toes already," Brianna says to me with her ebony hair blowing in the ocean breeze. The sea air hits my nostrils and opens me up to the possibility of sailing. I've never been sailing, but the air today would be perfect, and I am up for anything.. The beach is a safe haven for me and always has been. My mother and father used to bring me here a long time ago, back when the world made sense. But the world is backward now because all my family are dead, consumed by the sea. "Yes, why not. I could use a beach outing. I must warn you I am not much of a swimmer. I'll just read and get a tan while I'm at it."I've never been a strong swimmer; perhaps it's my uncoordinated legs. My legs have always been wobbly from the time I started walking. I was always falling upstairs instead of down them. Being a clutz has made my life miserable, and my weak ankles made swimming next to impossible. My heart murmur i
In my dreams, my legs are missing. They are surrounded by water that turns them into scales. The scales of a fish of varying hues. Some are green, and others are teal. The voice of an angelic creature sings in the distance beneath the rocky sea cliffs beyond the fog. The mist hides the face of the songstress and I wake up thinking of mermaids.I've seen mermaids often in my daydreams and nightmares. They come to me, in the form of songs on the ocean air. Perhaps my mind has a hankering for a good old classic fantasy film, or perhaps it means something more. Mermaids aren't real we all know that. As a little girl, my parents would take me to Ripley's Believe It Or Not Museum. For those who don't know what that is it's a museum carrying various oddities and mysterious objects that have tall tales to go with them.Among the strange collection is a half-monkey half-fishtail, clearly sewn together to trick an ordinary uneducated fool. But I am no fool, as a child that display case looked f
The wind picks up as the ocean tide pulls me toward the water's edge. With each step out to sea, my footprints sink further and further into the sandbar. My feet create ripples every time a new step is taken. The moon is still out and comes and goes between the clouds. It hovers in the clouds with a soft brightness that only nocturnal creatures understand. Between the mist, the voice, and my desire to heed the message of the song, something or someone stops me from proceeding into the blackness of my destiny.A hand touches my shoulder. A large hand that can't belong to Brianna. The hand is firm, and strong clearly attached to a male member of the human species."Where are you going? I wouldn't follow the voices tonight, lass. The fog is no place for a nice girl like you," I recognize the voice and turn around.That's when I see Aiden's eyes as blue as they were the day we met on the beach. But why is he out here and topless no less? Not that I mind the view before my eyes, he's beaut
"Did you suddenly go deaf, Kayla?" Brianna says as I continue to cook to the sweet sounds of sizzling bacon, eggs, and sausage. I use the spatula to turn the food over and eventually, I dish it out onto a plate for Aiden to eat."I'll explain later. For now, Aiden is our guest. He's been through a trauma and needed a place to hang out for a while until he figures out where to stay."Aiden looks at me and I look back at him. It isn't a lie, but it isn't the truth either. Maybe he isn't in shock that he was banished, it sounded to me like he knew what the risks would be. Perhaps hearing me give permission to stay here is a relief. He doesn't have anywhere to stay as far as I can tell, and judging from his outward appearance he's going to need to go shopping."What happened to the blonde friend of yours you were walking with on the beach earlier," Brianna turns and asks Aiden. A question I wish I had thought of myself, but a good one nonetheless."He isn't exactly a friend. I was asking
The evening returns to the shoreline. The stars appear above the remaining line of pink and purple, remnants of an amazing sunset that would have made for a fantastic date night if I do say so myself. But I don't have the luxury of date nights anymore, now that I am still healing from what he did to me. Jaxson Miles did a lot of things to me, he became my world and wrote songs for me on his guitar under the stars on nights like this. But all that's left now is my broken heart and the memory of his arms wrapped around another woman burning into my skull. The tide interrupts my tears, and my eyelashes catch tear drops the way leaves in the canopies collect rain. When I blink my eyelashes stick together and when I open them they are hard to pull apart like a pair of coupled hands. Hands are meant for holding, holding someone else's as an assurance that the world is safe and that all the darkness in the world isn't real. I sit on the rock with my sundress covering my knees. My legs are i
The middle of the night is stirring, stirring like a thousand hurricanes lost at sea. Aiden hasn't returned to the shed in our backyard. He needed to be alone and I know that. The focus of his frustration stems from his banishment which is an ever-present issue. Brianna and I pass the time by watching corny crime shows about cougar mothers who murder their young lovers. Nothing gives me the creeps more than that. The rain picks up and falls in a slanted pattern. Worrying about Aiden Atkinson is foolhardy at best, but I am not in my right head space at the moment. I am not myself right now. Everything about Aiden is mysterious and makes me wonder if he knows where my parents are. Something about his eyes changing color is off-putting and alarming. Like a nightmare consuming a soul for its victim. "Are you tired of watching the movie?" Brianna asks as she tosses a few stale popcorn pieces at my head. "No, I'm worried about Aiden. This storm is getting worse." "So what..he isn't our
"I'm a werewolf," he repeats like I didn't hear him clearly the first time. It's not every day a young man walks into your life, has his eyes change color, and proceeds to tell you he's a werewolf. Flashbacks of last night's cave rescue make their way back into my mind. He was bloody and had scratches everywhere. The blood from his sheets this morning proves that something indeed happened to him in the cave. Was it all self-inflicted? Did he do this to himself? Or is his tall tale true? Are there really men who walk among us and howl to the moon on a full night? I can hardly believe I am having this internal conversation. "A werewolf? Like the ones, I hear about in the movies? So do I need to buy a silver bullet then?" All jokes aside, he was afraid of one the moon the night be last before he went galavanting toward the cave. The moon was at its fullest last night, and his eyes turned with it. Could his story really be true? I am having a hard time believing it myself. But if he rea
Our lips are still touching as Aiden puts his arms around me. But for some reason, I pull away. It's not Aiden Atkinson's fault that he is sexy as hell and that I had to stop the spell from forming on his lips. No none of those things are his fault. When I try to pull away, however, Aiden won't let me. He's enjoying himself too much, and I relent and give him one more make-out sesh on the kitchen table. I can't believe how reckless I am being right now, it's simply ridiculous. It's ridiculous how quickly two kissing friends, (I refuse to say lovers because I don't love Aiden) can get wrapped up in each other. This time Aiden lets me go, but his eyes still stare at my mouth. I don't feel pretty, but I do feel sexy when he looks at my body up and down. There's nothing special about what I am wearing, I look like a farmer's helper heading off to collect chicken eggs for the morning breakfast, in my green plaid top. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have pulled you in like that. You kissed me t
"Hello, Kayla," a guard knocks on my prison cell. There is no sense in trying to convince anyone down here that werewolves aren't so bad. I've only ever met Aiden and he's nice to me. But what about the other werewolves? Perhaps there is a nastiness about them. Perhaps they are evil and Aiden is the exception to kindness. He was banished after all and in my book that is not a kind act. In fact it is quite the opposite. His family has hurt him just as mine as hurt me. He was banished and I was deceived. I hope Aiden finds me before these wretched mermaids force my hand to marry their king. There's nothing sexually appealing to me about sirens. Squid tentacles and fish faces don't do it for me. King Caspian has the largest beard of them all. He has a long flowing purple octopus beard with kelp like mustaches to match. My lungs have gill slits by my rib cage. It's disturbing to watch myself breathe and watch those gills shake as I inhale and exhale the water."Hello, have you come to
My nap is long and the dreams I had were of Kayla and I being together forever as vampires. Could I really give up a piece of my identity for a woman? Is it possible for me to surrender a piece of myself for the betterment of someone else? If you love someone you are willing to sacrifice anything and everything for that person. That's what the werewolves believe. Werewolves are loyal to their lovers. They mate for life, unless banishment sets in. That happened to me and I never thought I'd love again. But somehow I miraculously did. For Kayla, I would give up my werewolf life and become a vampire. We can't be together as sirens and wolves, but as vampires we could be the same. One flesh and one blood molded and changed by the vampire's magic. One bite and we really could be together forever. "Aiden, are you in here?" Ethan says as he rises from his coffin. "Yes, what?" I ask half asleep. My voice cracks like a thirteen year old human kid. Brianna chuckles at the sounds I make. I al
I wake up and remember I'm in Venice. For Kayla's sake this needs to be a quick trip. A quick change in plans. Anything to help pass the time. I want to get to the moment where she's in my arms and where I'm loving her and she's loving me. I don't care if she's a siren. I don't care what I don't know about her. She had every reason to keep the sirens and her story away from me. She must have known something about her past. She must have known that her family is what they are, maybe she didn't know what they were. I suppose not, given that she looked for them frequently with a boat. If my family had all died on the water I would have looked for them too. But her family straight up lied to her and let her go on believing they were all dead. That was cruel. That was heartless. For that she will never forgive them. "Aiden, are you hungry?" A rather happy looking Ethan says while holding Brianna's hand. "No, not really. But I should eat something. What do you have?" "Eggs? We have loa
"Aiden you ninny. You fiend. You jerk. You pushed her off a cliff at Siren's Point. What were you thinking? Oh wait, let me guess you weren't thinking because the werewolf blood got the better of you?" Brianna shakes her fingers at me with an accusation that is both admirable and terrifying. Her goth attire is different from Kayla's. Kayla is feminine where Brianna is dark."Brianna, don't pin this on me. You weren't there. We all agreed I would transform on that island, so I wouldn't harm either of you. I'm not your enemy here. She must have followed me that night. You know I love Kayla, and I'm as determined to get her back as you are. It's out of my hands now."Brianna puts her hands up in surrender. She knows I am in love with Kayla. There can't be a doubt in her mind that I mean to do right by her. I love her more than I have ever loved anyone. More than I've loved anything. Only my previous fling comes to mind. But in order to heal the werewolf pack, I need to look beyond it. I
"Where's Kayla?" Brianna has left for work and apparently didn't bother looking for her obviously missing friend. Brianna can be so dense sometimes, how has Kayla lasted this long? It's a miracle she's survived. The girl could have been raped or murdered and Brianna might not have even noticed. Note to self when the timing is right sign Brianna up for self-defense classes. I check each room in the house and Kayla is nowhere to be found. "Kayla? Kayla?" Panic sets in as my hands shake beside my stomach. Something must have happened between the time we watched those weird Tim Burton movies and the time my eyes opened. My wolf instincts kick in and a newfound power tingles throughout my fingertips and feels like tiny pulses. The power I had longed to acquire is beginning to develop within my gut. The trigger is Kayla's disappearance. My werewolf senses are heightened more than usual. My strength is within me and my blood feels like the full moon has risen. The sun is up and it's an
It's four in the morning and as usual, I have to go to the bathroom. Unfortunately for me, I am creeped out by the sirens singing on the water. Should I get into my car to get away from them, surely they are here for me. I'm not ready to leave Aiden or Brianna. In our own weird and strange way we are a family, and families stick together. Nothing within me wants to be their siren princess. I'm sure that's the only reason they want me. The king didn't appear to have any heirs when I visited him. Perhaps he has named me his successor. That is a role I don't want if it were ever offered to me. Imagine me being the princess of a foreign kingdom under the water. I wouldn't know the rules or culture down there. That's it I am grabbing my keys. As I grab my keys, Grandpa Jerry storms into the house. His guards are still with him. He must be important to the king if they have a need to drag my ass back down to the bottom of the sea. What role my grandfather plays down there I want no part i
I wake up with Aiden still holding me close. There's so much to talk about. We've made love, we've confessed and now the sirens will be back for my answer. I haven't seen my parents yet and I don't plan to. If they are anything like Grandpa Jerry then they are probably liars too. It's best to keep them away. Aiden smiles when he sleeps and I rest my head on his chest. I wasn't supposed to fall in love with a werewolf, and now that I know what and who I am it's definitely turning into Romeo and Juliet. We could run away together and leave this life behind us, not sure how'd I'd explain that to Brianna exactly. Brianna walks into the house, and instead of moving, I pretend to be asleep after covering Aiden and me with a blanket. I'd prefer she knows, then find us naked and have her get startled by it. A blanket is more polite. Brianna's shoes shuffle along the floor and squeak. Upon seeing us she takes her shoes off, and slips into her house slippers. I know I will owe her an explana
The next six days fly by and my memories return. The Siren's Point episode plays on repeat in my mind, but despite it, I am not afraid of Aiden in human form. I was the one who was foolish enough to go looking for him the night of his transformation. The night I said I would be away but wasn't. In truth, the whole thing is my fault. If I didn't follow Aiden, he wouldn't have tossed me into the ocean and I wouldn't have been rescued by the sea maids. The pressure from the sea maids is on and I must do my part in giving them my answer. My Grandpa Jerry doesn't seem like the nice man I remember him to be and perhaps he was never that kind to begin with. In fact, I could have been a naive little elementary student who thought the world of him. I suppose where my family is concerned I must keep my distance. Family is a toxic thing, it can be a waste of time, energy, and resources. I look across the room and see Aiden asleep on the same couch he has been on this whole week. He hasn't left
My wolf form disappears with the sun and I hardly remember last night. Apparently, my attempts to transform back into a human at will were lost to the beast. Without proper instruction, I will never possess that ability and if I can't stop myself from turning myself into a monster then I can't truly be with Kayla Lawson. I will wait until the next full moon, and that will be the last time I try to control the power I know that I have within the beast. If I can't turn into a human at will on the next full moon, I will move on from Brianna and Kayla Lawson forever and will continue my banishment amongst the vampires overseas in Europe. There are worse places to be, I won't be alone at least. I have many vampire friends who would happily take my sorry ass in. At least it's not full-on banishment. As far as a love life goes, Kayla might be my last chance at it. Before the next full moon, I hope we make love or fuck. I guess we can't make love if we aren't in it, or perhaps it's only one-