Siren's Hollow
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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,238
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Siren's Hollow
Leon Bennett’s eyes slowly went from his beer to the speakers blaring and pounding the club with some good ‘ol fashioned heavy metal. Occasionally, when she turned around, he would check out the bartender “Lily”. Sometimes she would catch him and smile, swinging her long blond hair to the side, urging him to say something. Still he remained silent, the part of him willing to talk weakening since the accident. The memory of that horrible night always came back to him when around others that another guilty chunk of gray matter thought could replace his loss.
“Damnit, Cindy…” He said quietly, deafened by the noise and the people raving on behind him. Leon didn’t know why he came in here, this rave club- the Siren’s Hollow. It was a sudden compulsion that overtook him, a calling that he could not resist. The extremely muscular and piercing bound bouncers inside had oddly let him pass unhindered inside, past the black outfits, tattoos, and cleavage to the bar, where someone had sat next to him while he was thinking over all that.
“Hello,” A feminine voice cut over the noise. Leon turned to a pair of dark brown eyes and blood-red lips. Her long coffee black hair was tethered to and fro unimpaired around her small well proportioned body that was well shown off in her fishnets that made up the majority of her clothing. It was then that he noticed how much he stuck out here in his blue jeans and Kerry-Edwards t-shirt.
“Yo,” he answered distantly, torn between the hardening urge to talk to her instead of trying to scare her away. The latter part of him noted how useless it would be for him to scare off anyone in a place like this. She smiled at him sweetly
.
“You don’t seem to fit in around here in my establishment,” she said eyeing his casual attire.
“I don’t seem to fit in anywhere, this joint isn’t any different.” He said almost compulsively.
“Ah, then you came in here on mere compulsion, or curiosity, then.” She said, glancing up at “Lily” who gave a light smile in return, Leon noted.
Leon noted but then began to wonder if it had been because of his brash response. The woman had indeed hit the hammer on the head.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe you were meant to come in here; walk through those doors to this den of pale skin and black shine. Everything being cosmically insignificant as it is, there must be something guiding your torn and guilty heart- you of all these pathetic people that know nothing of true sorrow and whom seem to want to experience it over nothing but their stupidity…” She lectured, her words seeming to overwhelm all the other noise in the building. On any other occasion Leon would have merely put her words down to some new-age BS, but now he just cocked his head to her to speak.
“I didn’t come in here to change my life, honey, but something tells me you ain’t listening.”
She smiled, eyeing him seductively, “I shouldn’t be the one listening, Sergeant Leon J. Bennett.”
That got his attention.
“Of course you, Leon, actually know a little something of true sorrow- don’t you?”
Anger quickly boiled up inside Leon, he didn’t care how or what she knew about him but he didn’t like it at all.
“Not many have seen the horrible things you have as a cop or experienced the horrors of those you so admirably tried to track down firsthan-“
“Shut up!” Leon found himself yelling out loud, rising to his feet and staring straight into her unceasing face that seemed to relish this sudden rage, bathe in it.
“Of course you respond with rage, we haven’t been properly introduced. My name is Seraphim and it is an honor to meet someone such as you.” She reached out her hand to him, as if expecting it to be kissed. Leon could picture her in a flowing black dress in Victorian times, elegant yet dark.
“I don’t give a damn what your name is,” he said “you don’t know shit about me.”
Seraphim withdrew her inviting hand with a grimace, “Oh but I do, Leon, for one you’re not very gentlemanly toward those whom you are attracted to- those who might replace her.” Her eyes suddenly went to “Lily” who was watching them both intently.
“May I be of any assistance with him, Mistress?” She asked, eyeing him with her tongue wetting her lips ever so sensually. Seraphim pondered it for a moment.
“No, he’s far too weak willed to be of any challenge.”
“What do you mean by that?” He interrupted.
“Take my hand and find out, Leon…Such an inelegant abbreviation for such an elegant name…” She reached out again, eyeing him with a stone gaze that still softened with her face that was honed by the beauty of flesh. Her eyes burning with an unseen fire that seemed to warm his entire body- balls to bone.
“Why should I?”
“Because you are meant to, just like your coming to be in this place in the beginning of our little encounter, Leon. Your entire life had lead to our meeting, from your father who beat you to the wife and child that were brutally taken from you… Make your decision whether to take my hand and learn of the knowledge that your heart seeks or give it up to a life unfulfilled with your misery and selfish existence that has outlived that which gave it meaning once.”
His hand grasped hers almost unconsciously and before his mind had caught up with his body he was in the back rooms of the establishment. Lily and Seraphim stood before him. Seraphim embraced him, her breath tingling his ear.
“I can make you not care anymore, Leon, take away your sorrow and fears so you can be happy again…” She whispered solemnly and slowly.
“All you have to do is become an extension of me, in life and death, to serve me- nothing more or less. Your service in exchange for the taking of the sadness that eats away at your life, Leon- your life shall have meaning again, with me and her and many others that will find satisfaction in you in many ways beyond mere sexual pleasure.”
“All you have to do is say yes and take my blood.”
Leon gazed unfeeling as her eyes became amber slits and wings wrapped around him. Seraphim, still beautiful, pressed against his body and stared deeply into his eyes- urging him to say it. Without him knowing she bit down on her tongue to begin the flow.
“Yes…” He finally said, what ever she could do to help he wanted, he agonized for he realized.
The deep kiss that started his new life was merely a bit of fun on Seraphim’s part. She would use him, yes, but he was truly for Lily- a plaything that would eventually become one of her meals. That would then, of course, be the beginning of his life as a lowly vampire, when his services would become more diverse.
Welcome to the Siren’s Hollow!
“Damnit, Cindy…” He said quietly, deafened by the noise and the people raving on behind him. Leon didn’t know why he came in here, this rave club- the Siren’s Hollow. It was a sudden compulsion that overtook him, a calling that he could not resist. The extremely muscular and piercing bound bouncers inside had oddly let him pass unhindered inside, past the black outfits, tattoos, and cleavage to the bar, where someone had sat next to him while he was thinking over all that.
“Hello,” A feminine voice cut over the noise. Leon turned to a pair of dark brown eyes and blood-red lips. Her long coffee black hair was tethered to and fro unimpaired around her small well proportioned body that was well shown off in her fishnets that made up the majority of her clothing. It was then that he noticed how much he stuck out here in his blue jeans and Kerry-Edwards t-shirt.
“Yo,” he answered distantly, torn between the hardening urge to talk to her instead of trying to scare her away. The latter part of him noted how useless it would be for him to scare off anyone in a place like this. She smiled at him sweetly
.
“You don’t seem to fit in around here in my establishment,” she said eyeing his casual attire.
“I don’t seem to fit in anywhere, this joint isn’t any different.” He said almost compulsively.
“Ah, then you came in here on mere compulsion, or curiosity, then.” She said, glancing up at “Lily” who gave a light smile in return, Leon noted.
Leon noted but then began to wonder if it had been because of his brash response. The woman had indeed hit the hammer on the head.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe you were meant to come in here; walk through those doors to this den of pale skin and black shine. Everything being cosmically insignificant as it is, there must be something guiding your torn and guilty heart- you of all these pathetic people that know nothing of true sorrow and whom seem to want to experience it over nothing but their stupidity…” She lectured, her words seeming to overwhelm all the other noise in the building. On any other occasion Leon would have merely put her words down to some new-age BS, but now he just cocked his head to her to speak.
“I didn’t come in here to change my life, honey, but something tells me you ain’t listening.”
She smiled, eyeing him seductively, “I shouldn’t be the one listening, Sergeant Leon J. Bennett.”
That got his attention.
“Of course you, Leon, actually know a little something of true sorrow- don’t you?”
Anger quickly boiled up inside Leon, he didn’t care how or what she knew about him but he didn’t like it at all.
“Not many have seen the horrible things you have as a cop or experienced the horrors of those you so admirably tried to track down firsthan-“
“Shut up!” Leon found himself yelling out loud, rising to his feet and staring straight into her unceasing face that seemed to relish this sudden rage, bathe in it.
“Of course you respond with rage, we haven’t been properly introduced. My name is Seraphim and it is an honor to meet someone such as you.” She reached out her hand to him, as if expecting it to be kissed. Leon could picture her in a flowing black dress in Victorian times, elegant yet dark.
“I don’t give a damn what your name is,” he said “you don’t know shit about me.”
Seraphim withdrew her inviting hand with a grimace, “Oh but I do, Leon, for one you’re not very gentlemanly toward those whom you are attracted to- those who might replace her.” Her eyes suddenly went to “Lily” who was watching them both intently.
“May I be of any assistance with him, Mistress?” She asked, eyeing him with her tongue wetting her lips ever so sensually. Seraphim pondered it for a moment.
“No, he’s far too weak willed to be of any challenge.”
“What do you mean by that?” He interrupted.
“Take my hand and find out, Leon…Such an inelegant abbreviation for such an elegant name…” She reached out again, eyeing him with a stone gaze that still softened with her face that was honed by the beauty of flesh. Her eyes burning with an unseen fire that seemed to warm his entire body- balls to bone.
“Why should I?”
“Because you are meant to, just like your coming to be in this place in the beginning of our little encounter, Leon. Your entire life had lead to our meeting, from your father who beat you to the wife and child that were brutally taken from you… Make your decision whether to take my hand and learn of the knowledge that your heart seeks or give it up to a life unfulfilled with your misery and selfish existence that has outlived that which gave it meaning once.”
His hand grasped hers almost unconsciously and before his mind had caught up with his body he was in the back rooms of the establishment. Lily and Seraphim stood before him. Seraphim embraced him, her breath tingling his ear.
“I can make you not care anymore, Leon, take away your sorrow and fears so you can be happy again…” She whispered solemnly and slowly.
“All you have to do is become an extension of me, in life and death, to serve me- nothing more or less. Your service in exchange for the taking of the sadness that eats away at your life, Leon- your life shall have meaning again, with me and her and many others that will find satisfaction in you in many ways beyond mere sexual pleasure.”
“All you have to do is say yes and take my blood.”
Leon gazed unfeeling as her eyes became amber slits and wings wrapped around him. Seraphim, still beautiful, pressed against his body and stared deeply into his eyes- urging him to say it. Without him knowing she bit down on her tongue to begin the flow.
“Yes…” He finally said, what ever she could do to help he wanted, he agonized for he realized.
The deep kiss that started his new life was merely a bit of fun on Seraphim’s part. She would use him, yes, but he was truly for Lily- a plaything that would eventually become one of her meals. That would then, of course, be the beginning of his life as a lowly vampire, when his services would become more diverse.
Welcome to the Siren’s Hollow!