It's the middle of the night and I can still hear Aiden's voice echoing in my mind. He called me a gorgeous woman. It didn't occur to me at the time but it was a very endearing compliment. I'm not used to compliments from men. When Jaxson dated me he would compliment other women except for me. It's not that I need the approval of a man but it's nice to have affirmation from someone who I haven't dated before. I have a feeling that my affection for Aiden will get deeper and deeper as time moves forward. The water is calm as I look out onto the beach. So calm in fact, that I can't help but think of nothing else but the sand between my toes. Aiden would give me a hard time if you wandered out onto the beach again in the middle of the night. But there's something about the beach at night that's more lovely than the daytime. Perhaps it's the night sky that makes the water calmer. Just the moon reflecting in the ocean as it rises from the horizon. Or maybe it's that it's quiet on the beach
The morning sunrise appears and the mermaids return me to land, like spirits returning a soul to the land of the living. My journey among the mysterious has ended and it's time to face the truth that, whatever lies beneath the surface has a desire to win me over. I am still in shock that they called me a mermaid. Deep down in my bones, I know it to be true. I didn't explore the city like King Caspian wanted me to do. It was too hard for me to wrap my mind around. The colors of the fish, the smell of the city, and the fact that I had a fishtail distracted me from my mission. He wanted me to explore the city and decide if I want to return to them. Would it really be returning if I have no memory of that place? Being human is more comfortable, it's more familiar. Perhaps if I lie on the shore for a while the bad dream will end and the one where Aiden isn't a werewolf and I'm not a siren can start. Aiden called out to me when the sirens took me below the waters. I never did get a clear
It's been a few weeks since I was turned into a mermaid. I haven't heard their voices on the water. I haven't heard the eerie harmonizing of the family of three who escorted me to and from that place. I've concluded that it was a dream and never took place, to begin with. Aiden doesn't strike me as the sort to ridicule. But there are times when I have to ask myself, why I ever dated Jaxson in the first place when men like Aiden exist. In the last few weeks, Brianna, Aiden, and I have become very close. I've kept Aiden away. I've kept him at arm's length and have promised myself that I won't kiss him or touch him again. Kissing him would be hard because the moment our lips would touch again the butterflies would pick up and I'd give in. I don't want to give in. Not really. Giving in to Aiden would be giving up on our friendship. We could be friends. We could be best friends if we could put all of our physical touching behind us. I hardly know him and yet the way he has cared for me h
Dreaming is something I don't enjoy. Within my dreams, images appear images of things that scare me. My brain itches when I'm in my deep REM cycle. Rapid Eye Movement is what it's called when the eyes twitch endlessly back and forth behind closed eyelids, as though they are reading the pages of an imaged manuscript. I've watched eyes flutter behind closed lids. The movement is rapid and unpredictable like ocean waves. When I dream the joys of my life disappear behind a sea of lifeless darkness. The things I am scared of flood in, and haunt me at night. I remember the last time werewolves and sirens had a battle in my presence. The land sirens came and took my mother out of her bed by her long hair. We were in our human forms in those days, living peacefully amongst the shadows. The sirens burned our village to the ground. They forced the vampires to retreat to Europe. But the werewolves stood and fought for the land we've come to love. I was ten when my mother died in that house. And
The next morning is different than any other I've had with Aiden. Brianna returned from the picnic yesterday completely unaware of the fact that Aiden had sucked on my chest. Aiden and I promised each other it would be a one-time ordeal, but the truth is it is likely to happen again now that we both know what the other feels like. It wasn't sex of course, but it was intimate enough that if I hadn't pulled away I am quite sure it would have led to it. There's nothing wrong with sex, until someone older shows up to ruin the fun. Luckily we don't have anyone older than us around here. Older adults tend to judge everything no matter what and then proceed to assume they have some super wisdom that one else could ever hope to achieve. Like the time I went to the library and was quietly reading my saucy romance to myself. The cover was a little risky but I didn't throw that in anyone's face. This older lady in her mid-seventies came up to me and proceeded to give me an unsolicited lecture
The rain at Siren's Point picks up and Aiden takes his fingers out of my core. My insides pulse from the excitement of orgasm. I've had sex before with Jaxson Miles. I was bored with him in bed and had to read sexy erotic novels to get myself going. Aiden's fingering and kissing me is more arousing than any sex I've had before. If he's this good with his hands, I wonder how good he'd be in bed with his body thrusting against mine. Needless to say, I will not be having sex with Aiden in the rain at Siren's Point Prison. "Aiden, I think we should go back to my house. Don't you think?" Aiden looks at me with those deep blue eyes and his long hair flows into his ponytail. I've never been with someone with long hair before. "Why are you in such a hurry to get back? Aren't you having fun here?" It's not that I am not having fun, but unlike Aiden, I know that if we wait too long we will miss the last ferry boat and we will be stuck here in the middle of an ocean storm. I'm not ready for
Darkness has taken me to a place I've never been before. I'm half-dead and half-alive. Bubbles and water crack beside my ears. The singing gets louder, and my eyes blur silhouettes before me. Three figures, who I am assuming to be the sirens who rescued me once before, appear before me. My arms feel familiar tingling sensations like the night I transformed into a mermaid. My arms are covered in purple scales and my tail is pink. The transformation must have occurred during my unconsciousness. It must be the reason I am still alive. For that, I suppose I am grateful to the sirens, but I still don't have an answer to give King Caspian. "Kayla, you're okay thank, Poseidon. We were worried you might have died. You inhaled so much seawater. We saw the whole thing dear. That terrible beast tossed you into the sea. What were you doing with that horrible werewolf anyway?" It's a lot of information to take in, but the truth is I can't tell them that he's my almost boyfriend. They hate the w
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-