Ocean Storms

I'm not sure if i mentioned this already or not, but i'm planning on a sequel, after i'm done with this story.

Yaoi_lover: sorry, and you're welcome, ;). And you'll find out. Which I guess is sort of obvious...

Cobraqueen: ... uh... i sort of kind of wrote Bananaqueen at first, sorry. Just wanted to say, cause i was thinking of the banana spilt. Never had one before, though i really want to try one...

Avernion: Thank. You. SO. Much. I feel a bit stupid, but that's okay, you really helped me out there. :D. But seriously, i wasn't even sure it could be done, but i didn't know, becuase i could've sworn that i read a story on here that used italics, but i couldn't remember.

Wollfyn: Yep, and you all get to find out just a little bit more in this chapter.

Thanks for the reviews!

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When Angel said that, Damien cautiously looked around, though he knew that no one was around. Even if there was, nobody would be able to hear their conversation.

‘How do you know what I am?’ The last thing he needed was for anyone else to figure it out.

‘I don’t know what you are, I just know that you’re an immortal, like me. I can sense these kinds of things.’ Damien wasn’t sure what to think about that. ‘What are you, exactly? The only ever immortals I’ve ever met were my kind, and a few others. Water nymphs. And… the siren.’

Damien saw the sad look on Angel’s face, but wasn’t sure what to do about it. He was thinking about asking about the siren, but that was something he knew probably wasn’t the best idea. Not yet. Besides, he had other questions to ask him.

But, seeing the tired look on Angel’s face, he decided to hold those questions off as well.

Instead, he walked towards another one of the lounge chairs, and sat down, watching as Angel hesitantly sat in the one next to him.

'I’ll wake you in a few hours, okay?’ Damien told him, and Angel nodded once, before he fell asleep.

Damien sighed. It really did seem like he was going to have to be the one to baby sit. But still, it’s not like he minded, especially now that they could talk to each other. That was something else he had to make sure to ask once Angel woke up.

Damien watched for the next few hours. A couple of people came outside, but left the two alone.

It was a few hours later, when the sun began to go down, when Damien finally wakened Angel, who looked better than ever. The scales on his back practically shining in the light of the dieing sun. He even seemed livelier.

‘Can I explore?’ Was the first thing Angel said when the went inside.

‘Just don’t leave my sight.’ Damien told him, and Angel smiled, before grabbing onto his arm. ‘And as long as you answer my questions.’ Damien tacked on. Angel thought for a minute, before agreeing.

‘What do you want to know?’

‘Just how was it that you were able to set up a mindlink?’

‘I can, originally, talk through to others of my kind, without effort, but it takes up energy with anything else. I figured that out when I was in the tank. It was easy with the child though.’

‘But why did you kiss me?’ It was bugging Damien for a while, Angel looked back at him with an odd look, noticing that Damien was a little uncomfortable with that issue, though the merman had no idea why. It was just pressing lips together.

‘Blood. Its sets up a temporary bond, when I don‘t have that much energy left. Jeevas told me that a long time ago, though I never really believed her till I tried it. I wasn’t really even sure it would work.

‘How long is the bond going to last?’ Damien asked as they walked through the door to his room. It was the first place they were going to go for now, that way Angel could remember where it was, just incase.

‘Not really sure. Never really paid attention.’

‘Who’s Jeevas?’ Angel began to walk around the room, looking at the things that Damien kept, though not touching anything.

‘She’s our… teacher. We learn almost everything we need to know from her.’ Damien began to think about the more important questions that he had to ask. He couldn’t put them off any longer.

‘Are there more of your kind out there?’ the man noticed the sad look over Angel’s face.

‘Not many, not no more. A while ago, before I was born, we were preyed upon on the sirens. Before we figured out what was happening, half of us were already dead. And then half of that got killed off when they fought against the sirens. After that, we went into the trenches. It wasn’t where we were supposed to live, and it was hard to adapt.’

It answered a few of Damien’s questions, but Angel went on.

‘A few of us have to go up top, to get food. We can’t eat most fish from this part of the ocean. We weren’t even originally from around here.’

‘Where did you come from?’ Damien asked, but got a shrug as an answer.

‘Don’t know. Jeevas said something about originating in… Venus?’ Angel looked at Damien, hoping the man would understand.

‘Venice?’ Damien suggested, and Angel nodded enthusiastically.

That sounds about right, Damien thought, thinking back about everything he had heard about mermaids, which weren’t a lot. That would explain why they thought they were extinct.

‘Why did the sirens go after you?’ Damien asked, and heard an odd sound come from Angel, almost like a strangled laugh.

‘We taste good, apparently,’ Angel shook his head, as if in disbelief. ‘It’s what the one from before was after. It almost got me once. The humans scared it off.’

Damien was honestly grateful to the humans now, for what they did.

He was still against what they did, and he was planning on doing something about it. Soon. He just needed time.

And he also needed to get rid of the Siren that was after Angel. But how to do so? He tried to question Angel more about the matter, but the merman didn’t know how they fought back so long ago. Brute force helped, but Damien knew that the scientists wouldn’t have anything to fight the siren off.

‘You okay?’ Angel asked, walking over to the man, who shook his head, but then quickly nodded.

‘Yeah, just thinking,’ Damien thought at him. He was going to have to talk to Vic, to see if he knew anything. Later, when Angel was asleep, he’d go and do just that.

‘You never answered my question,’ Angel stated, getting a look from Damien, ‘You never told me what you were.’

Truthfully, Damien had forgotten that Angel even knew, and was a little surprised when the merman brought it up again. Not even his boss knew he wasn’t human, and that was something that they needed to keep that way.

‘You really want to know?’ Angel nodded. ‘A vampire.’

Angel cocked his head to the side, thoughtful, his eyebrows scrunching together.

‘What’s that?’ Angel asked, catching the man off guard again. He never even thought that the merman wouldn’t know what he was, though it made sense.

Damien hesitated, before explaining, but only after Angel promised not to tell anyone.

‘You drink blood?’ Damien nodded, ‘That’s really weird.’

‘So is having scales on your legs and being able to breath underwater,’ it brought up another question Damien wanted to know, ‘What happened to your scales and gills?’

He got just about the same answer Vic gave him, ‘Survival, it’s for when merman go up on land, and needs to hide what they really are. It’s a bit of a failsafe, it happens automatically if I run out of energy, and a predator comes by. Apparently human meat is very off putting to others. I haven’t tried it, personally, and I really don’t want to. Sirens don’t really care for it either.’

That explained quite a bit, actually, and answer a few more questions that Damien had. He already knew that about human meat. Only their blood was good for him.

‘I’m tired,’ Angel yawned, looking over at Damien.

‘Already?’ The vampire asked, and Angel nodded. He must’ve still been out of energy.

‘Yeah, can I sleep? I don’t need sunlight now,’ Angel looked as if he was about to beg. Damien motioned towards his bed, noticing that there were a couple blankets piled up on it. Enough to make a makeshift bed on the floor.

Damien moved them, and watched as Angel crawled up on the bed, before curling up in a little ball. Not soon after, the merman was fast asleep.

Damien went to his desk, and began writing a report that was going to be sent to his report about the scientists and his progress. He neglected to mention the mindlink, and the more important information that he’d gotten out of Angel.

After he’d done with that, he looked back at the merman, who was still sleeping peacefully. What better time than now to go ask Vic if there was anything else he found out?

Damien quietly left the room, closing the door softly behind him, before making his way quickly through the hallways, towards Vic’s office. He didn’t much like the idea of leaving Angel alone, especially with a siren on the loose.

The thought made Damien go quicker, and soon he was in front of the office door. There were voices coming inside. Two of them, one sounding like Vic’s, and the other distinctly childlike.

“But I want to see the fishy!!!” Damien opened the door to hear Kevin wail, throwing his tiny fists against Vic’s leg, though the only affect having to do with Vic’s conscious.

“I’m sorry, but he’s sleeping right now, please understand me.” Vic tried getting out, though the child only wailed louder.

When Kevin saw Damien, he ran over to the vampire, grabbing onto the pant leg.

“I want to see the fishy!” He sobbed, and Damien was at a loss of what to do. He wasn’t around children much, and cheering one up was certainly beyond him, so he said the only thing he could think of.

“Why don’t you go get your mom first?” He was hoping that the woman would be able to calm the agitated child down.

When Damien finished, he got quiet, and looked up at the man with large, brown doe eyes.

“Momma’s not here though,” Vic looked up from the desk sharply, having laid it down when the kid’s attention had been turned to someone else.

“What do you mean?” Kevin wiped his eyes and nose, rubbing his hand on his shirt.

“Momma hasn’t ever been here,” Vic’s eyes widened in realization of what the kid said, and Damien thought it over.

“Where’s momma been, then,” he asked, kneeling down in front of the sniveling child. Kevin looked up at him, and bit his lip.

“Momma got really, really sick on the boat, and stayed with all the men that spoke really really weird, like when daddy speaks to the guy with the thing that has smoke and he always has it in his mouth and it stinks really really bad and he keeps blowing it out every where and makes everything else stink really really badly and one time I even got sick, but momma said it was because I drank something that I wasn supposed to. It was nasty too, but momma drinks it all the time, and-”

“Kevin, tell us what happened when momma got sick,” Damien cut him off, and Kevin looked confused for a minute, before replying.

“Another lady came by, and took me along with her here.”

“Have you ever seen this lady before?” Vic piped up, having come closer, to here better what the boy was saying, though disappointed it was just rambling.

“No, she was really weird too. She kept saying she was momma, but she wasn’t.” Vic looked up at Damien, thinking of something.

“Sirens can make themselves look human…” Vic thought a loud, getting a curious look from Kevin, having no clue what he was talking about, other than big red fire trucks.

“Wait, wouldn’t you have known if it was Mrs. Barlows or not?” He asked, suspiciously, though only getting a shrug in return.

“I never got to see Mr. Barlows’ wife. We were always in one of his offices.”

“You never even saw any pictures?”

“No, not even of the kid.”

“This is bad, you know that right?” Vic came to a conclusion, and Damien nodded.

He began to think, if Mrs. Barlows was a fraud, then she was more than most likely the Siren. They needed to tell the others, but they couldn’t let the woman know, that way they could catch her easier.

John was probably the first who should know, but Vic knew that he was going to tell Hector first. He thought that the man deserved to know, for some reason. And, Hector was the most likely candidate to take care of the kid until they got him back to his real mother.

“Take the kid to Hector, I’m going to go move Angel to another, better secured room,” Damien said, before telling Kevin to let him go please, he had to go wake the fishy.

Kevin waved him goodbye as Vic took him out of the room, and Damien hurried to Angel, wanting to ask him if it was true. They had to be absolutely sure that the kid was telling the truth.

He stopped in front of his room, sensing an overwhelming fear radiating from beyond the door. Without even thinking, he barged through the door, looking for what was causing it.

Damien didn’t even had time to think when something jumped on him, surprising him and knocking him to the wall, before it sunk it’s teeth into his shoulder.