The Song of Death

The girl swam through the harsh yet gentle deep of the open waters. Her hair was black and had beautiful lush curls that just swayed within the waves. She's always loved the ocean. Everything about it made her feel so alive. The way the water filled her gills and how her song echoed into the depths.
It was always a wonderful pleasure for her when she felt the cool water against her skin. Her tail fin fluttered behind her and she felt completely at home. The young siren was beyond beautiful and all the other sea folk, including herself, knew of it. Sailors would know about her fair beauty as well and would always want to stick around for a look. Her favorite thing to do was lure one of them into the deep blue with her. Even if she brought a lot of them, to their death.

It was a beautiful summer's day as the young teenage siren splashed and swam under the waves. The sky was a brilliant blue and the sun brought in beautiful beams of light to the ocean. The girl sang to herself as she felt the warmth spread all around her. Briefly she decided to reach the surface to look at the fluffy white clouds above her, and to her luck, she saw a lonely ship headed her way. She spotted a little island with some rocks near the ship, and decided to pay the sailors a little visit.
She sat on the rocks as she saw the ship draw closer and closer. Once the ship was nearly a few feet away, some of the men looked out over the deck and spotted. Now she performed her most beloved voice. She started to sing as she let her body fall onto the rocks. Her tail flicked behind her as she rested her breasts on the rough surface. Her hands and arms were rested under her chin, and she saw the ship turn, heading her way. Now she could see the men as she sang. One of them was probably around her age, with short brown hair and eyes that sparkled like the sun on the ocean. She stopped briefly and smiled to herself. "Oh this is gonna be fun." She thought.
The young boy was so entranced by the siren's beauty, that he didn't even realize that he jumped overboard to swim closer to the girl.
"Come to me." She said as seductively as she could. "I want you here with me. Being here is so lonely. I need a friend. Please join me."
The young boy just swam closer and closer to the rocks where the girl lay, and she continued singing to him. She usually sang to a more mature men, but this one is definitely better than the others. She grabbed his hand and together they swam into the deep. The deeper they went, the weaker she felt the young boy. She smiled and continued singing as she pulled the boy along. They swam for almost half an hour, before she lay the boy down in her little cave she called home. Within the cave were dozens and dozens of skeletons and loose bones from previous victims. She pushed a few away and placed the boy gently onto the floor of the cave. She kissed his forehead and said gently "Now I'll never be alone. Don't worry my love, you will be of much use to me."
With that she continued playing with the boys hair, and singing her beautiful song. Or rather, the very sound of death.