"Come to me," I sang sweetly to the staggering man. His eyes were wild with excitement, fangs dipping into his lips. I danced away from his grasp teasing him further into the cave. Water dripped rhythmically in the background creating a timeless beat to flow with my song. I continued to sing to him, drawing him closer and closer. Finally I twirled into the cave's hidden pocket, my beautiful secret. A small pond pressed against the rock floor, causing it to dip into a half circle. Florescent green fireflies flitted against the back wall misting the room in a soft green light. The ceiling climbed to extraordinary heights, dropping pieces of itself down into sharp cone-like points only a single hole revealing the starry sky. Slipping into the pond I knelt in the warm water allowing my aqua, teal hair to fan around my face. The man raced after me splashing into the pond hungrily.

"You come here," he growled trying to pull me to him, but I was an old pro and dodge his advances easily; I was the master and he was my puppet. Weaving my way through the familiar water I swirled around him, snaking my fingers around his bare skin. The man shivered against my touch his eyes following me slowly. I wrapped my arms around his neck pressing his face to mine. He kissed me passionately, biting my lips with his fully extended fangs. I tore my hands through his hair, my legs locking around his waist. I could feel his excitement; it fluttered around him trying to determine my next move. Moving my lips to his neck I worked my way down, sinking into the water before he could come after me. Our game continued on like this, always ending with me slipping away from him and into the water.

"Come," I held a thin hand out to him from beneath the rippling water. He took my hand eagerly allowing me to pull him under. Swimming to the bottom of the pond I flipped him underneath me, pressing us to the pond floor. He didn't struggle against me; his excitement was growing too fast for him to care. Sticking my hands and feet securely to the bottom I began my work, the moment he had been waiting for. His eyes exploded with the built up excitement as he fell under my simple spell. He squirmed beneath me as we made love, his hands running over my body in a never ending motion. I pressed myself against his body finishing the job, his excitement exploding into a liquid form. Smiling down at the man I pressed a rough hand against him, forcing his head to smack against the rocky floor. Tiny cracks emerged from where his head hit, spreading down around his body; swarms of green lines shot out of the cracks hugging his body and securing him to the bottom. I pushed away from him allowing my body to rise to the surface. His eyes grew black with fear and rage his fangs snapping angrily in my direction, which was his biggest mistake, the air escaped his lungs and a new panic rose. A sickly blue color began to dye his skin as his body shut down. He fought against the restraints, but it was useless he had no strength to use. With one last lunge he attempted to break free, a flock of bubbles pouring from his mouth. His eyes lost their color a thin glaze layering his once life filled eyes.

Breaking the water's surface I tossed my hair back, a spray of water following in its path. The cold cave floor smacked against my feet as I worked my way toward a mound of seaweed in the corner. Brushing off the top layer I opened the hidden chest, removing the cloths filling the inside. Using a ratty hole filled shirt I wrapped my hair in a tight spiral, wringing out the excess water. I slipped into a black dress, synched at the waist, it then continued loosely down to the floor. A popping sound echoed through the cave making me turn, my eyes falling onto my lifeless victim. His body was no longer bogged down by the restraints, but red marks where they once lay were still visible. He floated to the edge allowing me to pull him by the hair onto the solid floor. I ran my fingers over his blue flesh, a glossy film following my trail.

"Always a good ending," I purred sinking my teeth into his side. Organs poured out from his side and I pulled them to me, their thin outer layer threatening to break at my rough grasp. I tossed his kidneys into my mouth chewing them hungrily; they were spongy easy for my rows of razor sharp teeth to tear through. Sucking down the intestines I furthered my treasure hunt. I yanked the blood pumping vessel from his body and consumed it almost immediately, thick blood vessels falling prey to my bite. I devoured him until there was nothing left, no bones, simply a stain from where he last laid. Wiping my hand roughly across my mouth I drank a fist full of water, washing down the residue that tried to cling to my changing teeth. Snapping my jaws together I ran my tongue over the now human teeth, no trace of the multiple razor rows to be found.

A cold chill ran through the room, a black mist floating in to follow it. I darted out of sight searching for my escape tool. A roughly sanded broom rested against the far wall, a mass of dried hay tied tightly to the end. I pulled the broom to my body snapping it between my legs. A figure shrouded by mist entered the small space, a gleaming scythe by its side. The grim reaper entered the cave, unafraid, unaffected by the events that occurred in this space not long before. I froze in my place watching his movements carefully. The grim reaper, luckily for me, had no super speed or strength; he merely had a way of appearing where he should be. I had spent most of my life studying this creature of the immortals, learning his powers, his patterns, learning how to run from him. I needed to know how to run; I'm number one on his list, surprise, surprise. I had been running from him for a few years, I was prepared when he first came for me; I escaped with only minor injuries. Slowly but surely I had worked my way up his list finally landing in the number one spot, it only took me two years and thirty-five lives to do. The grim cast a hooded glance at the outline cast on the cave floor, pulling a shadowy clipboard out in the process.

"Emelda Siren," he spoke with an earned authority. I tried to pierce the darkness that hid his face from view. My last name was rarely used it was only considered a species label in the world of immortals, only a way of telling everyone else what I am. Being a siren is a curse to begin with, we are born with a unwavering sex drive and the best ability to gain access to it; our voices carrying a sweet song that entices even the strongest of immortals. We also have access to the power of the witches, a way of protecting ourselves outside of water.

"I have come," the voice tore cleanly through my thoughts. Spitting in his direction I shot off the floor, flying toward the hole at the top of the cave. The reaper lunged toward me arching his scythe with a trained hand. The sharpened tool skimmed the bottom of my foot, sending a waterfall of blood to the world below. I didn't stop though pushing myself higher I rose through the hole and into the night sky. The wind whipped around my thin body, tearing away the shirt wrapped in my hair. Trees passed beneath me in a blinding flash of varied greens. I moved with blinding speed but the mist continued on with me, a gift of the reaper, his body could not follow my speed, but he could track me with his disgusting mist. Panic rose like vial in the back of my throat, even after all the times I have ran from his grasp the fear never diminished. He would always find me again, I was always running and one day he would catch me.

Spinning away from the steadily flowing mist I skimmed the water of a moving river, my foot curling back against the cement slap of the water's surface. I could feel the long smooth cut that ripped down the length of my foot, it ached and throbbed as my foot's skin stretched and recoiled. The mist began to weaken, signaling that the reaper was attempting to move with the mist. Weaving and dodging the thick trucks that interrupted the river's straight path I tried to outrun the mist, the panic rising and falling in the pit of my stomach. Mountains sprouted from the earth bathed in the silver light of the moon. I flew up the side of the mountain, a sudden burst of crumbling walls and buildings interrupting my path. I slowed adjusting my grip on the broom allowing me to move about the easily. The broken buildings fell away to a new set of buildings, their walls interconnected with one another. I came to a stop in the silent streets, turning on my good foot to get a bearing on my location. I did not recognize the village, but that was not unheard of, with its high elevation I would not have willingly sought out some place so high.

"Quaint," I whispered to myself, taking in the pastel colored buildings and cobblestone streets. Windows were shut and lights were off, but the village continued to emit a soothing vibe, one that made me want to stay. I felt a chill and climbed onto my broom once again; before I took off I turned to look for the mist. There was nothing, surprised I pulled the broom to my side and looked around again. I was in a constant spinning motion searching for the mist that signaled the reaper, but there was nothing only the cool night air. Calming myself I peered around, I would make this village my new spot, my new beginning until the reaper found me and once again send me on the run.