Siren's Mark

By LuxRaven

2.2M 92.9K 12.7K

When a chronically ill woman catches the eye of a Siren with supernatural powers of attraction, she must lear... More

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Sequel: Siren's Fall is COMPLETE! ✓
Bonus Chapters: 29 + 30 (Zane POV)
Bonus Chapter: 9 (Zane POV)

Chapter 22

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By LuxRaven

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter covers themes of homophobia and includes slurs, violence, and sexual aggression related to sexuality. You can skip to Zane's POV or the next chapter to avoid.


𝔸𝕧𝕒

"Ooh, ooh, let's go in!" Jen says, tugging on my sleeve as we walk past the massive book store.

"Yeah, Jen, I'm sure you just desperately need more comics," I say with a smile.

"You know, Ava, you're so right. I'm downright deprived," she says, pulling me into the store.

"Okay, just let me tell Zane I'm gonna be a little longer."

I pull out my phone to text Zane.

Me: Gonna stop at the book store with Jen. You might make it to my place before I do.

We weave our way through the various sections until we find the comics.

"Yeeeessssss!" Jen says dramatically, hugging the shelf. "My bayyy-beeees!"

"You have an addiction, girl."

"Yes I do." She nods defiantly, continuing to hug the comic shelf.

"I'm gonna tell Shayna you're cheating on her."

"Oh, she knows," Jen says with a giggle. "We have an understanding."

"So how are things going with Shayna, anyway? Are you two officially a thing?"

Her eyes shift as she thumbs through a Spider-Man comic.

"Uh, not exactly," she says with an uneasy look. "We've been spending a lot of time together, but there's a complication."

"Complication?"

"You remember Deb?"

"Your ex, Deb?" I ask.

"Yeah well, she just moved in with me."

"What the heck?" I gasp.

"We're still good friends. It's complicated. She and I have a long history."

"Is Shayna okay with this?"

"She uh..." she mumbles.

"You moved in with your ex and you haven't told the girl you're dating??"

She is gonna be in sooooo much trouble.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. Saved by the text this time, Jen.

Zane: I can come pick you up. The one in the mall?

Me: Yep. Not sure when we'll be done, maybe 20 minutes?

"Another text from Dickhead McGee?" Jen asks.

"If you mean Mike, then no," I say with a laugh. "It's Zane. I'm just letting him know I'm gonna be a bit later."

"Oh, that's good. Are you still getting texts from Mike?"

"Yeah," I sigh. "They swing wildly back and forth between 'I love you, let's work this out' and 'you're a total bitch and I hate you.'"

"That, my dear, is why he's Dickhead McGee," Jen says with a laugh. "You know how to avoid this entirely?"

"Don't date men?" I ask.

"Precisely, my dear! Men are seriously the worst. You never see women pulling this crap."

"Says the woman with ex-girlfriend drama going down."

"Hey, dykes!" a man's voice interjects as he approaches us.

Oh frickin great.

The guy is significantly taller than us, muscular, and wearing a truly heinous silver puffy jacket over a branded T-shirt. He has tousled brown hair, strong stubble, and an expression that says 'I've already had a few beers today.'

"Fuck off," I say, pulling Jen away and inserting myself in between them.

"Maybe you want to keep your fucking mouths shut in public if you don't want the world knowing you're muff munchers."

"Wasn't looking for your opinion, dickwad," Jen spits.

He steps towards her with his chest puffed up, but I remain in between them.

This douche is out of his mind if he thinks I'm going to let him pull this crap.

"Buddy," I say. "Just because women look at you and then say they prefer women, doesn't mean you have to go around being a dick to every woman you suspect is a lesbian. So you can either get fucked or we can call the cops."

Jen chokes back a laugh behind me. His eyes seem furious and his hands are tensed into fists.

So I felt pretty safe saying that because I was 90% sure this guy wasn't gonna punch me in the back of a bookstore, but in hindsight I'm a little uneasy about those odds.

Shit.

I feel his hands on my shoulders and my back roughly collides with the bookshelf behind me—hard. His face is inches from mine and I let out a small yelp.

Ow.

"Is that right, bitch?" he snaps. I can see a panicked Jen dialing 911 out of the corner of my eye.

"Maybe you just need a little more dick in your life," he says, aggressively grinding his crotch into me.

His grip on my shoulders is tight and sending waves of pain through my arms. I struggle to push him off and in a split second I watch as a thick book meets his head. He turns around but hardly seems phased, so I take the opportunity to bring my knee up between his legs.

He shudders before collapsing to the ground and Jen and I both take off running to the front of the store.



ℤ𝕒𝕟𝕖

I pull in to the car park and see a text from Ava light up my phone screen.

Ava: Actually I can meet you at my place.

I pull in to a parking spot a ways away from the entrance and turn off the car.

Me: I'm already here

I step out of my car and see two police cars stopped out front. I feel an uneasy sensation in my chest, but I push it aside.

She's fine. She literally just texted me.

Ava: Okay. Don't freak out.

So much for that. Her text has had the opposite of its intended effect. My feet move faster as I hurry toward the book store.

Is she sick? Did she pass out? Did she hurt herself?

No... wait. These are not ambulances, they're police cars.

Ava: There are cops here. It's a long story. We're fine. Wait in the car and I'll be out in a sec.

Okay. Okay. She's fine—no reason to lose my shit.

The doors swing open as Ava and Jen step outside. They both look okay, but Ava's expression seems unsure and focused on me. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close.

"What the hell, you two?" I say. "Why's the cavalry outside the book-"

What is that smell? What the fuck is that?

I inhale deeply and feel every hair in my body stand on end. I pull Ava away so that I can see her eyes and I instantly register what I'm smelling.

It's a man's scent; it's all over her. And another I recognize—fear.

Someone touched her. Scared her.

I try to talk myself out of hunting this person down right here and now.

I'm going to fucking kill him.

Remember, she said she's okay. They're both okay.

"Who did this?" I manage to choke out the words. My muscles are tight with rage and I can hardly hear a thing over the pounding rhythm of my heartbeat in my ears.

"You told Zane already?" Jen asked. "I'm kind of surprised! What with you all being Mister Macho and whatnot." Jen seems to be her usual, playful self, but I'm struggling to maintain an equally calm facade.

Ava opens her mouth to speak but before she can Jen continues.

"You'd be proud of her, bro. She was quite the badass. I don't think either of us expected that guy to shove her like that..."

Jen's words fade in and out as I try to comprehend their meaning. Ava's eyes are locked on me, probing for any sign that I might go find this guy and rip his head off.

I struggle to fight back my instincts, screaming at me to end this fucker.

And you can bet I bloody will.

Ava will be pissed if you go after this guy right now.

Don't care. He's a fucking dead man.

You do care. Control yourself.

"...and the creep starts grinding all up on her so I grab a big-ass book and crack him over the head like a fucking pro wrestler..."

He did what now?

What?

Fucking. Dead. Man.

Okay, kill him.

"Woah, man," Jen pauses, looking at me quizzically. "Your eyes are really crazy looking right now, like... it looks like they're glowing from the inside it's so weird."

Ava keeps her gaze focused on me.

"Yeah, uh," I mumble before grabbing Jen's wrist. "No, my eyes look normal. You were saying?"

As she continues, I can hardly maintain my composure, my brain flips through every type of torture I can imagine as I drift in and out of focus.

"...Boom! Right in the nards!" Jen's voice says, bringing my attention back into the conversation.

I can't help but smile at the thought.

"Dickhead goes down, hard," she continues, "and we take off towards the front."

I chuckle a bit at the thought of these two leaving this prick in the fetal position on the floor.

"He in there?" I ask, trying my best to sound like I'm not asking so I can go beat the shit out of him.

Ava shoots me a knowing glance.

"No," Jen sighs. "He took off before anyone could really detain him, but they have him on the security tape. The cops took our statements too. Who knows if it'll amount to anything."

I rub a hand along Ava's back.

"Well, I wouldn't worry," I say with a smirk. "Something tells me this prick is gonna get what's coming to him."




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