The Sisters

The Siren

(NOTE: The picture is not mine.)The night was clear and cool and the stars glittered like sequins on a shirt.

A woman sat on the docks of Diamond Harbor, dipping her tanned feet in the clear water. She sat there, humming a cheerful ditty, her long, black tresses billowing in the soft breeze. The only sounds were the occasional howl of a wolf, chirping crickets, and a sudden rustling.

The woman heard the rustling and giggled as she opened her wide mouth and began to sing a wordless song, full of wails and rhythm.

The rustling was caused by a man who had spotted the fair woman, and became instantly attracted to her, thinking he could meet her, or maybe even...rape her.

The man heard the girl singing her strange yet somewhat beautiful song, and slowly sauntered over, and said, "Why hello, darling. Quite a voice you have and quite a body,too..." He found himself staring at her chest.

The girl laughed. "Thank you, Sir. Perhaps we shall chat?" She said in her sweet, lilting voice.

"Yes."
"So, do you live here? What do you plan on doing??"
"I personally plan..raping you!!"

But this man was pretty stupid, seeing as he didnt live by the motto "Be kind to everyone you meet."

The dark-haired girl laughed evilly and carelessly at his words and retrieved a silver dagger from the sleeve of her tunic dress and stabbed him in the stomach, twisting the cruel, sharp knife around inside of him.

Crimson blood spurted. Screams and laughter echoed from the Harbor. At last the man lay nearly dead on the wooden docks, covered in a pool of his own blood.

The girl giggled once more. "Look, you're cute," she stated, turning his face from side to side. "But listen close, my foolish prey..."

She leaned and whispered into his pierced ear. "I'm asexual."

That was the last thing he heard.

After the murderous maiden had completed her job, she stood, sapphire-hued eyes still glued to her prey, and--

"Eve!" someone angrily whispered. "Eve!"

The tempting siren huffed, letting go of her deceased prey, and lifted her black-haired head to a pine tree where the whispers came from, and whispered back just as angrily,

"What do you want, dearest Anne?"

The girl known as Anne casually slid down from the tree and stood before Eve with a "Hiya, sis."

Anne Crumb was about fifteen years old. Her long blond hair fluttered in the wind like curtains, and she wore a My Chemical Romance shirt under an Adidas jacket along with torn jeans. A leather satchel hung from her shoulder.
"Frenchie wants you. And by the way, try laughing a little softer. We could hear you all the way from the cabin."

Eve nodded at her younger sister and washed her precious dagger in the water and concealed it in her sleeve. She was somewhat curious. If their oldest sister really needed her, then it must be something important.