E x B, Jx A, Rx E, OOC, AU.
Alice watched the water kiss the rocks at the base of her feet. She was cautious not to let it touch her at this moment. Tonight she would shift… They all would.
A copper coin floated through the air and landed sideways within the sand. Quickly the water moved forward to claim it but Alice carefully grabbed it up and then looked up into the sun to see who the owner of the coin was.
"Penny for your thoughts," Rosalie smirked.
Alice sighed, laying her head on her knees. "I never understood that quote," She wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling them into her chest and away from the encroaching tide. "Or how someone gives their two cents, either."
"Well aren't you a bright beam of sunshine today." Rosalie sneered.
"Sorry." Alice twisted the coin with her fingers watching the way the daylight both reflected and illuminated it.
Rose sat down next to Alice, careful of the tide, and mirrored Alice's body. "Talk to me."
Alice lifted her head and pointed one small hand in a gesture towards the ocean's horizon. There were clouds forming so Alice knew her visions had been true, but how to fix it?
How to twist fate against the way it was destined to turn out…
"There's a storm coming tonight."
Rose looked toward the clouds; they weren't any different than any other storms. "Yeah, so?"
"This one feels different. Like…. life changing… but not necessarily in a good way? "
That was when Rosalie took in Alice's taut appearance. "Are you all right?"
Alice's eyes darkened slightly as visions blurred her sight. It was so clear yet undefined and the sea had started to churn and foam where she sat, so Alice scooted away from the tide.
Rosalie, always perceptive, made sure she moved away from the water, just as Alice did.
"I don't know, Rose. I am hopeful we will be okay, but it's uncertain as of yet."
"Are we in danger, sister?"
Alice opened her mouth to answer when Bella and Esme came walking. Her mouth closed, her jaw tightened into a strained smile of greeting to their company.
Bella, who was the youngest of all of them but skittish (which was abnormal to their kind) gently sat down next to Rose. She took in Alice's appearance and gave a small smile as Esme followed.
Esme, who was the oldest Siren and deemed royalty of sorts (but really had more of a mothering nature) took in Alice's appearance. She watched as Alice curled her toes from the encroaching tide and knew instantly that all was not well.
Alice loved the water and for her to blatantly move away from its comfort was startling.
"Alice, dear, you look so sad. What's troubling you?" Esme smiled kindly.
When Alice didn't answer, Rose placed a hand on Alice's back in comfort and answered for her. "She had a vision. She's troubled by it, I think." Rose looked worriedly toward the sea and all eyes followed.
The clouds were closer.
"A vision about the storm?"
In a shaky whisper, Alice mouthed, "Men."
Rosalie scoffed at the whispered word, but her eyes were bright, and her body seemed to react in ways that it hadn't in so long.
"Men?" Bella asked for clarification. Alice nodded solemnly.
"Like human men? We haven't had men here since…." Rosalie did the math in her head. "The 1800's at least."
They used to get an assortment of men to visit their home when the seas were more traveled, but as of late and with the various new modes of transportation, any perspective lovers seemed to stay far from their small isolated island. Rarely did anyone come close, without help from the turbulent sea.
But Bella, being so young, had never seen an actual man. Biting her lip, she recalled the horrific stories she had heard of what some men could do to a woman. She had been told how they would sometimes force themselves into the woman… but what was worse, were the horrendous stories of what a Siren could do to a man.
She licked over her sharp teeth.
She would defend herself if need be, even if it cost her someone to procreate with.
The sun dipped under the thick, thunderous clouds with just a silhouette of sunshine peeking through a small hole to sparkle over the turbulent ocean before being swallowed up again.
"The winds have changed." Esme said worriedly and Alice nodded her agreement. Her visions were clearer now. She could see the condemned faces. She could see how it would start, how it would end, and it was times such as these that she hated having a gift.
"Can you tell me anything?" Esme tried to see any type of ship in the distance but she couldn't. That didn't mean it wasn't there. Alice was usually spot on with her predictions and if what she has already told them were true, she would surely try to be prepared for anything.
Alice turned away from the dark sea, her bluish-purple eyes lifted up to the sea green eyes of Esme, clouded with worry.
"Oh, Esme. It's a full fleet of military men. They're wary and tired and unfortunately for them, they will lose plenty to the sea. I just can't seem to think of how to save them, and…" Alice sobbed.
Esme wrapped her hand over Alice's urging her to go on.
Alice took in a deep breath. "And not endanger us?" She questioned, as her hair fell over her face.
The men were screaming, begging for their lives yet some struggled to breathe… some prayed for death.
Alice swallowed her breath, trying to withhold her tears. With her prophetic visions it was like watching each man's death endlessly and she was tired. "Their presence is conflicting with the prophecies..."
Esme sighed loudly. She remembered the prophecies. She knew that they were a dying breed and to sit back and do nothing would seal their fates to death. But she also knew that the doomed men could be either their mates or their murderers, both of which would be contradictory to the last prophecy.
Men seemed to be fickle about being trapped and subjected to a life on a deserted island when they usually had families at home expecting them.
"Fate has a way of twisting to get what it wants, Alice, so please don't fret about those who are predestined to the sea. What can you see us doing?"
"I know we can't save all of them, I do. The most I see us doing is saving one each. But that means… so many gone…"
Esme could feel her distress. Men were a rare commodity and losing any when there usually were none was painful.
But the alternative was as well. Alice needed reminding, Esme decided. "Yes, we may need them for our race to survive Alice, but too many men here would be devastating to us. You know that."
Alice could only agree with a nod.
There once was a Siren named Siobhan who tried to save more than one man. One would have been fine, but two created unfathomable jealousy and she had given her life for that mistake. The violent visions of Siobhan's last moments drifted through Alice's mind before she shook it off.
"Perhaps we should warn the others and set forth a plan with what we know so far. Let's all gather within the hour." Esme said before turning away from Alice, not waiting to see if she agreed.
Wind kicked at their home as Alice watched the serene faces around her.
There used to be thousands of Sirens, but now they seemed to have, roughly, fifty present tonight. Some of the Sirens came from nearby islands, some from homes deep within the sea, but Alice, Esme, Rosalie, and Bella all resided on this island, deep within the sand, trees, and water. They had made tunnels that branched to the sea that allowed them to flee quickly, if necessary.
Esme cleared her throat to gain everyone's attention and slowly dozens of multihued eyes drifted toward the interruption, curiously.
"Welcome to our home." Esme smiled, her hands out stretched in greeting as she took in the nods and smiles of the women around her. "Today is a fated day, it seems. We called you all here to heed the warning. Tonight a ship is fated to the sea and within it, its crew."
Many gasps of distress filled the room before Esme continued.
"Please be wary of the difference between your hearts and your safety. Many bore witness of Siobhan's fate when she chose more than one man. Many of you will want to save as many men as you can, just as she did, but don't. It ended her life and others.
"It is a natural reaction since we have been without such sustenance and mates for so long, but tonight is not such a night. There will be considerable losses to be sure and we cannot afford those losses to be on our end."
Alice shifted uneasily before feeling the comfort of hands on her shoulders. Esme stood over her with a smile, but Alice couldn't seem to get a face out of her head: a man's face. She needed to concentrate.
Esme let her words sink in, looking into each woman's eyes before she continued. "Alice, please enlighten us with your thoughts."
Alice stood up and moved until she was standing at Esme's side. Her hands fumbled together as visions plagued her sight, so she closed her eyes and took in a sharp breath. She couldn't handle so many fates aligning in her sight at once. It was overwhelming.
"Well, the best I can do is to direct each one of you into the direction you should be in for your respective mates and a general description of them... The rest is up to you. Shall we begin? We're running out of time."
Lightning crackled over the black sky, highlighting the layers of thunderous clouds above them. The waves seemed to reach for the clouds with large swells of rolling water. On top of such a sight was a ship carrying hundreds of men, scrambling over the metal to secure it, as it squealed in protest.
Edward paused within the rain and thunder, having heard something curious. It seemed like voices were singing to him, calling him into the ocean and he had the urge to jump into the inky abyss.
With a shake of his head, steadfast, he hooked thick ropes around the capstan, preparing to drop the anchors.
"Fuck, my head hurts!" Emmett yelled to him, and once he said that, Edward noticed his head throbbed as well. He turned away from the ropes and toward Emmett but in his peripheral vision, he saw Jasper and Carlisle struggling with the bow, trying to secure it before moving safely below deck. He rushed to help and Emmett followed.
"My head's going to explode. What the hell is that?" Jasper sneered.
"The wind?" Emmett sneered, holding his head.
"No. It's… like… singing?"
Edward felt a shiver down his spine. He had heard so many tales from his great-grandfather of these waters. They were rumored to be haunted, thick with folklore of Sirens and mermaids, who sent wayward sailors to their death at sea.
He took a moment to look around, realizing they were, in fact, wayward and sailors.
With a shake of his head he dismissed the thought choosing instead to taunt his friends. "Ha! Don't you realize that we're in the Siren's seas?" Edward smirked and watched Emmett's eyes grow wide before twinkling within the minimal lights the ship still had on. "Oh, yeah. All those stories Pops went on about, coming into fruition… All those drunken sailors vying for some beautiful Siren…" He laughed out loud, shaking his head. "Gotta love, Pops. But it is probably just the wind."
"I dunno, but I would totally fuck a mermaid." Emmett chuckled, no doubt fantasizing of such a thing.
The ship reeled in protest over a large swell and men screamed as a rogue wave pushed the ship violently.
Alice, Rose, Bella, Esme, and Bella bobbed in the water easily watching the men before them scrambling to secure the ship, but they would stop their motions upon hearing their song. It was yet another sign that these men were meant for their mates.
They sang louder, taunting the men, calling them into their awaiting arms, and into the sea. The men covered their ears, eyes squinted shut and buckling forward.
It wouldn't be long.
"Come to me," Alice sang. "I feel it too and will ease your pain, my love."
"Sweet man of my dreams, seek me, let me soothe your wounded heart," Esme sang.
"A kind soul within a hard man, come to me. Come take me." Bella sang, blushing.
Rosalie watched in awe as thick muscles moved under the tight skin. Her eyes danced with the movement. She wanted him, needed him. "Your power and strength is unbound, my love. Just a little touch of the water and I should soothe your aches, ease you. Come to me."
Bella gasped at Rose, knowing how provocative the phrase was and blushed. "What?" Rose snickered, "Like your song was any less suggestive!"
Rosalie was about to move for the men, but Alice held her back, watching vividly as the men's bodies twisted and turned until they disappeared into the darkness of another rogue wave. When the ship bobbed on the water again, its lights flickered and failed. The only light now was lightning.
The massive ship groaned under the weight of the water. The sea opened up, swallowing the steel as hard, unforgiving rain fell over them. They watched as men bolted from the ship, each woman watching her perspective mate fall over and disappear into the obsidian void.
"Right now!" Alice squealed as Bella as Rose watched the ship capsize. The women dove under the water, seeking their mates.
Edward didn't know what hit him.
One moment he was standing on the ship, covering his ears, ignoring the siren's pleas, and the next he was hitting the icy water, its cold piercing his body with thousands of needles as he bucked and fought to rise to the surface.
But then he remembered not to fight. He remembered to relax and swim down with the current if he was going to have a chance to survive.
If only he had time.
His air had run out.
He was choking in water. His lungs protested the painful salty water, but the more he struggled to get it out, the more he took in.
He was going to die, his brain knew and accepted his fate, but his body fought it.
Until he couldn't fight any longer.
He succumbed to the sea.
Just as his father had so many years ago.
The sun burned as a fly crawled over his face, tickling the sensitive skin. He wanted to move to swat the fly but his muscles screamed in protest.
"Hello," a timid, female voice sighed.
Edward opened the one eye that wasn't imbedded within soft cloth he seemed to be laying in. The sight before him proved that he must be in heaven. Thick brown curls draped each side of her heart-shaped face. Curious yet cautious golden brown eyes watched him.
"Are gone. Well… most of them, anyway."
Edward felt the lump in his throat choke him. The ship was gone, his friends, the crew. Maybe there would be a search party. Maybe some of them found land.
He knew, even as the thoughts crossed his mind, it was unlikely. They were severely off course.
He tried to get up. "Where-" His eyes lifted, only to see the pain in her features. It was then he knew. They had most likely drowned, just as he had thought he had.
"Some were saved," she tried to smile, but his deep green eyes darkened, so she just bit at her lower lip. She wasn't sure what to do with him, now that he was awake and in her bed. Any minute now she expected him to want to bolt. It was a natural reaction, of course, but it would still hurt her feelings. "But I don't know where… where those… who were spared… are."
Edwards head fell back into the cushion, exhausted. He hadn't noticed until the moment he had lifted his head the weight of it.
With a groan, he shifted and winced. His body was spent and hurt.
"Would you like to rest?"
Edward opened his eyes, looking again at the woman before him. Previously, he had only seen her beautiful, angelic face, but now that she had moved away and stood next to a rock wall, he noticed that she was completely nude. She didn't seem to be embarrassed to be completely exposed to him, but he felt suddenly protective of her. What if any of the other men saw her like this?
That would be unacceptable.
"Your clothes?" He sputtered, managing to lift himself up onto one arm before falling on his back into the bed and seeing spots. He must have had a harsh night, he thought, as he tried to speculate how long he had been indisposed.
Bella looked around her, confused at what he was trying to express.
Sure, they had some comforts, of course, learning to salvage certain items that were lost at sea or wrecked onto the island, but with her ability to weather the outside and the sea without clothes, none of her kind really bothered with them much. She had never felt awkward about being nude.
Until now. Under his judgmental eyes.
Biting her lip, she looked at the weak man before her, trying to figure him out. Her body was screaming to take him, to fill herself with the life that only he could bring to her, but he didn't seem capable at the moment. Perhaps she had chosen wrong for her mate? Perhaps she would be without and would soon have to kill him and hope for another?
But she had waited for so long and he did seem to hear her calling.
And he seemed too pretty to kill.
It was all very distressing.
"I wear no clothing, man." She said with furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes. He was trying her patience.
"Man." He breathed out, exasperated. "My name is Edward."
Bella nodded, moving around the room, searching for the bites of fruit she had prepared for him. Perhaps it would soothe his throat and ease some of his weakness.
Maybe it would improve his mood.
"I am Isabella or Bella."
Edward pushed his body up against the rock wall looming over the makeshift bed. "Isabella… Bella," He repeated, thinking it was such a normal name. "Are you human?" He turned a glare to her, now fully aware of the lore he had been told throughout his 28 years. He had heard that Sirens were man-eaters and if he didn't want to be dinner, he would have to tread carefully. He thanked her for the fruit she had brought him, taking in a bite and relishing the juices. He was unbelievably thirsty.
"Human, no. I am Siren."
Edward nodded, but was on edge. He could feel the tension in the room amplify. She was watching his every move, every reaction, and as unnerving as it was, he was also feeling her lust. If the stories were true, she may kill him soon after consummating. He would need to convince her that he was worth keeping around.
He then worried for the other men on the ship, may they be so lucky.
He hoped they recalled his stories and heeded the warnings.
Bella watched Edward sleep. She was curious about him, watching his features as he dreamed. Never had she had a mate before. The others had taken many, and over the years they watched with distress as their mates died. But Bella felt the pull towards this Edward man and when she carefully sought to touch him, his skin seemed to shock her with a small painful light.
When he shifted in the bedding she knew it was time. Her body couldn't wait any longer.
Lifting the fabric that covered him, having already disrobed him of his wet clothes, Bella took in the way his muscles lay dormant now, remembering the way he moved last night on the ship. Her body was warm, almost too warm.
She needed him awake though. She was not completely sure on how to mate him, having never been with a male before.
"Edward," she whispered, pulling his hair back out of his face. With a small kiss on his lips, he started to stir, moaning and clutching her to him. His mouth opened over hers and his tongue pushed inside. His body moved toward her, and instinct took over. She started kissing him back, needing the contact as her body became flush with his.
Edward's hands moved from behind her head and over her shoulders. He was awakened from the most amazing dream to realize it was reality. It had been so long since he had a woman beneath him and he wanted the Siren. He needed her more than anything he had ever felt.
Enchanted, his hand cupped her breast, enjoying her gasp as his other hand moved to cup her ass. He needed her in position to take her and he didn't want to wait another moment.
"Bella," he moaned, feeling her hands find his hard cock. She beamed, pumping him. A shiver went through him and he twisted, gaining control and placing Bella below him. She needed to spread herself for him, to take all of him.
His fingers drifted down between her legs and he felt better as he realized she was just as a human woman would be. He could tell there were faint scales and a slight shimmer on her skin, but on her it was beautiful.
Bella felt his touch. She knew he wanted her now, bucking her hips with his movements as he pushed his fingers inside her.
Her body tightened further as Edward curled his fingers. It wasn't until his mouth took in her taut nipple that her body began to recoil and spasm.
Never had she felt such pleasure.
"Has a man taken you before?" Edward said, pulling backward to look at her flushed face. He had thought that she was beautiful before, but after he had pleasured her, she was breathtaking.
Bella blushed, shaking her head no. Edward had expected as much, since she was so tight and seemed so nervous.
"Relax, beautiful." Edward smiled, "it will only hurt for a moment." He was excited that he would be her first as he had never been with someone so pure.
The women on port were as easy as they were loose.
Bella nodded, opening herself up to him wider as he placed himself at her entrance. Slowly, he pushed forward, and he put his mouth on hers. He kissed her softly, careful not to move until she relaxed. Once she did, he pushed forward. Bella's head lifted, watching as he gently impaled her.
He was not like the stories she had heard. He was not like the men she had been warned about.
"I'm ready." She nodded, when he looked at her. He gave her a moment before he pushed forward, feeling her tightness and gasps. She was squinting in pain as he pulled back, gently pushing forward again.
"Shhh, the worst is over… Are you alright, Bella?" He asked.
She could see his concern and nodded, feeling him pull back and push back in. Over and over, he continued until it was starting to feel better with each stroke and soon he was pumping aggressively in and out of her.
Bella couldn't help but moan and gasp below him when he wasn't kissing her mouth or probing her with his tongue. Never had she felt so many feelings at once and it was pleasure and pain, comfortable and frightening.
She held tightly to the soft bedding, before reaching up and grabbing his shoulders.
Edward felt that Bella was close so he grabbed her hips and thrust as hard and as deep as he could. He wanted to feel her come undone before he came.
He didn't have to wait long, though. Bella eyes widened as her hands clutched him to her, her body throbbing around his cock, demanding him. He came hard within her before he fell over, holding her to him.
"You are mine now, Bella." He gasped.
Bella was shocked with his words, but nodded. When he felt her acceptance he clutched her to him, unwilling to let her go.
"You are mine, love." He gasped again, clutching her tightly.
A tear fell into the linen silently. "I am yours Edward, as you are now mine."
Then she bit him.
A/N: Sooo…. That is Bella and Edward's bit. I am not sure where this will go. I am not great with outlining stories before writing them. So let's just go with it. ;) I don't think it will be more than 5-10 chapters, little angst, if any and lemony fluff. M'k?
Insight to Chapter two:
Alice watched blood taint the dark water.
She could see the blond hair twist and turn in the water as his body fought against the pull of the sinking ship.
He was all that mattered now. He was who she saw in her visions, though his hair was cut much shorter than in her visions. He must have just decided to cut it.
And she hadn't had any visions of wanting to eat him, either. But here she is… a poor, beautiful man, bleeding in shark infested water.
And she was the shark.