The Siren's Twisted Call

Chapter 2 Silence

TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD, GORE, MURDER , AND ABUSE. Those of you who are bothered by this please fill free to skip this chapter. I won't visit this scene again to be fair.

As I opened the door I noticed two things.

The slow unlabored breathing of two people, and the smell of s*x. Disgusting. Although, I should have guessed. These are the type of people who were just evil. Of course they would be in the confinement of their own home enjoying themselves. Even though the male is an unfaithful bottom feeder, and the female being a snobbish abusive alcoholic. Of course they had no care in the world. Being as pristine and perfect as they are. I will say cleanliness is appreciated, but these people were just vastly incorrigible. I thought back to the time I witnessed the female abusing a maid.....

I was maybe 21, after my birthday no one bothered me. I did almost set the house on fire but not intentionally. Although, this family never put their hands on me to hurt me per SE it didn't stop them from showering me with bleach and ammonia. Every chance they got. My eyes and nose stung with the smell. Burning everything in my senses to an overwhelming degree. Of course this was always the smell of this house. For some reason the female liked it this way. She even commands the maids to scrub the floors with it. Not even allowing them to open a window. Since the smell was strong today I had a reasonable suspicion that the maids were here again. So I gingerly walked down to the first floor to see if this was true. It was yet another maid, a different one always came, which angered the female to no extent. The female was screaming, clawing, and just near violence when I peaked around the corner of her home. At this little old maid who looked to be well over 60 years old. My heart twinged a little with the unspeakable things the female was yelling.

" Can you not even clean the floor like I requested! It's been over an hour, for God's sake can't you do anything right?" She grabbed her throat with her left hand and pointed her first finger of her other hand directly at her eyes. "I demand you do it over! Nothing's right it looks the exact same as it did when you started! Get on your knees and scrub it, is that too much to ask?" She then placed the well manicured hand on the little old ladies neck and proceeded to push her to the floor. Once the elderly maid was down far enough she eventually lost her balance and landed on her hands and knees with a big thump. I saw the lady winced and squint her eyes as she was about to cry. I came out from my hiding spot then and whipped around the corner staring directly at the female. I didn't even know her name so I didn't even bother with titles.

"You know you're a f*****g cunt right?" My question catching her off guard immediately. She whipped her head towards me and began to spew her words of disrespect and venom. I may not have been wanted here but after my first three families it was ruled that no one was allowed to lift a finger to hurt me and I knew I could get away with just about anything I said. So did the female, she resulted in threats and underhanded verbal abuse. Although, by this time in my life nothing anyone could say would actually hurt me. You have to care about something in order for it to hurt you. But abuse is abuse and it's frowned upon in all places and punishable in most.

" How dare a disgusting, dirty , ugly thing like you even speak to me! Go back to your room and rot!" Her sneer told me she completely hated me in that moment and if it wasn't for that very law she would have her hands around my throat in a millisecond if she could. Her words never affected me though, even when she continued.

"I don't know who your mother is but she should've aborted you when she found out she was pregnant! I don't care that you're THE SIREN, you are a disgrace to every supernatural in the world. You're ugly and unkempt. No one loves you, no one will , and I swear she never even did. A mother is supposed to teach her children how to be decent people. You're nothing but dirt!"

The last insult may not seem like a lot to most, but to her being dirt or dirty was the worst thing imaginable. Which is why I knew exactly how to get to her and to make her explode with so much frustration she would destroy and mess up this spotless house in less than a minute. So, I did. Not because she deserves this. But because I honestly enjoy making people hurt. I don't like it when I see people hurt other people. I just like it when I hurt people. I knew that what I was about to do was absolutely wicked. I knew how an imperfect being like her ticked. I was plenty sure I was gonna be the stepping stone for her demise. I then said the very thing I knew would manipulate her into a rage.

"If you want to be perfect, maybe you shouldn't lower yourself into touching the help, and maybe you shouldn't speak to such lower beings? Dirt does rub off on people, but who on Earth did you get it from? It couldn't possibly be me sense you've never laid a hand on me so maybe it's just you? You're dirty on the inside right? Careful it'll spill out little by little." I said this in a very condescending but caring matter. I stood there with that look on my face and watched as the realization of what I said dawned on her. Just as expected, her face turned purple and she started screaming, throwing things and destroying her own house with her frustration. I enjoyed every second of it. But when she stopped to turn her anger on me I was no where to be found. Since she did tell me to go back to my room, I was just following her request.

Once there, I could hear her physical act of throwing out the maid. I knew the male would be angry because he always had to pay extra for a new maid. Although, I had no idea why...

This memory gave me such a great idea. I was going to kill this lady, but not after I ruined her perfection with my own hands. So, the male was first. I did not have a grudge against this man actually. He never did anything specifically. I and many others suffered at the hands of his wife and he did not do a thing. Turning a blind eye is the same as doing it yourself. If you're going to be useless then just don't exist. So that was exactly what I was thinking as I slowly but surely walked to his side of the bed. He would get an unremarkable death. He wouldn't go down in any way with the mark of a warrior. He was useless and would be disposed of that way. As I stood by the bed and debated on which weapon would finish the job quickly I saw a tiny flicker of light I wasn't aware of at first. It was his cell of course. It lit up in the dark, giving away my silhouette. I was able to read a partial message before the screen went black again. It was one of his many flings contacting him because she missed him or something like that. Then another idea hit me again. I decided this was even more poetic, and got started on it immediately. After all, waiting too long is detrimental to one's goals. Just do it, is my moto. So I tiptoed into the master bathroom that I had only seen one other time. Without stopping to admire the quality and prettiness of such a large and expensive bathroom. Yes, I know scenery is the mood and the mood is controlled by the scenery. But I had a plan, no use wasting time on admiring the plush curtains. As I reached my hand under the sink for the gallons of ammonia the female kept in there I also grabbed a towel. A fluffy one of course might as well be comfortable while doing the heinous act I was going to do. I grabbed a chair from a desk on the other side of the room. As I set the supplies down near it and faced the foot of the bed again. Although, it might surprise you I started to sing. See a siren's song is so powerful that no matter what, you can not break it's control. We were excellent at controlling one's body while leaving your mind alone so that you could witness what you were about to do. This was my plan. To make them kill themselves. Without me lifting even a finger. I personally don't like to touch other people's fluids or their bodies. It's just a thing I refuse to do. So, I was going to make them do it themselves. As their bodies started to move and work their way towards me they started to wake up. Their faces were absolutely terrified and that brought me great joy. The man sauntered across the rule wide eyed. He sat on the chair as the woman kneeled in front of him fear twisting her face. She grabbed the ammonia bottles and open it. Very slowly taking off the lid, as if she could wrestle control from me. The day of my birthday was the day I got my full powers and found my mate, she was there. It shook the entire building we were in and the ground trembled wherever I walked afterward. My mate was a very kind man actually. Handsome too. Surprising isn't it. With close cropped dark hair, beautiful encouraging eyes. He had a tall body, and nicely taunt muscles, not to big or too little. In all honesty he was perfect for me.I admit I let my ego get the best of me at that moment.

That day I was brought into the supernatural community without so much as a whisper from me.

From my understanding it was a mate festival of sorts? Where all single supernaturals met other single supernaturals and thus seeing if they were mates.It was a complete bother.Just completely useless. I was made by some council member to attend. And the female was forced to oversee it, to her hatred. That particular day was my birthday, my 25th birthday to be exact. The birthday I got all my powers. As a siren it's your job to live as long as possible growing in power eventually to the point where you are untouchable. Or something like that. I don't know the specifics, sense I've basically been in supernatural fauster care my whole life. No one explains these things to an orphan. Sense no one cared about my birthday no one knew when it actually was. To everyone's surprise, except mine. So, all the unimportant supes were pleasantly surprised by my unintentional earthquake. The female knew I found my mate and my powers all in the same day, and in hopes I'd leave her sight for forever threw me at my mate and said "There, this dirt is your responsibility now." Knowing I couldn't take my eyes off this man I had never seen before. Then decided to walk out immediately. As if I'd allow myself to fall pray to their stupid rules of a community that I didn't care for or want. Unfortunately, this also meant I had to reject him although he didn't deserve it.They only introduced me because they thought me finding a mate would eventually lead to my control. I didn't know much but I knew that once mated it was some bizarre twisted fantasy where you were like a slave to your mate's wellbeing and stuff. I wasn't having any of that. I wanted her to watch of course. As I rejected my mate and left this world that was not mine. And so I did and while rejecting someone I had never met before I pushed my magic out testing it making all of them kneel before me while I did it, including her. My mate pleaded with me not to break our bond to give him a chance. I felt a little guilty because no one had giving me a chance either. I, at that moment, was drunk on power. I was as powerful as I should have always been, and I relished in it. The female knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was nothing she could do, because she had experienced it before. Then I stood there singing in all my glory. As she poured ammonia all over herself. In her mouth, eyes, and making sure she swallowed as well. I then placed the towel down folded in fan shaped around the males mouth and tied it behind his head. She stood there a silent scream on her lips as she burned from the inside and out. I gradually turned her around, walking her to the bedside table where she kept her lighter and cigarettes, making her grab the first item. I made her turn around and step as close to the male as possible, all the while keeping him firmly in his chair unable to move. Then she set herself on fire. He watched while there was nothing he could do. As his wife went up in flames the scent of skin and flesh and hair just burning. I chose this method because heat does tend to cleanse. Very fitting in my opinion, then I opened the door spilling the rest of the ammonia out into the hallway that I had just been in. I turned around as a heard a thump, it was the female falling to the ground her body physically giving out. As I had control of the male who couldn't even scream, I tilted his head down with her. The rest of the imperfect people in the house were still sleeping, so I sang louder. As each person in the house sleepily struggled into the bedroom the flames started erupting everywhere. Dancing and swaying to their own music.We watched in silence as the his two children faced off to each other. I, making them battle to the death. I placed two weapons of random in each of their hands. The youngest was so confused and frightened that all he did was stare open mouthed the whole time. His world was crashing down and burning around him and all he could do was stare, just like his father. Both were scared, frightened , and possibly even angry. When they looked me in the eyes the oldest didn't even blink. He knew I would be back. He thought if he broke me as much as he could by starving me, locking me in my room for days, if he took away my music and sunlight that I wouldn't come back. See he was the most terrible out of the children. He'd randomly fed me things with poison and watched as my throat closed up and it destroyed my voice. Although sirens do heal and have apparent weaknesses, we still feel pain. It took me a long time to heal every time. I don't exactly know what or even when he'd slip something else into my food so I didn't eat. I didn't exactly have to have nourishment, as long as I could sing. So, I was given an unspoken choice be poisoned and lose your voice with the food we give you or starve until you can sing again.I always chose the latter. Giving my first four families this was actually not even torture of the worst kind. I was just too stubborn to give in to his pitiful demands no matter what he did. I never had any intentions of breaking in the first place. He knew, which is why he tried so hard. No one could break me. Not once I figured out who I was,and how powerful I became. He knew of course that the way they all treated me was going to come back. That's the reason they did it. Because they were afraid. Not as afraid as they are now though. As his little brother stabbed him right in the stomach I couldn't possibly have it any other way. Seeing the blood gush out the wound into the floor. Mixing with the already flammable liquids. See although they were of age now his little brother was actually the closest thing to perfect in this house. He never raised his voice to me or said mean words. I never feared him for any reason. But again just because you are not evil if you stand by and just watch evil you thus become evil as well. I wasn't going to take his life so soon though I wanted him to feel 'dirty' as his mother called it. Sense he had the arrogance of thinking he did nothing to harm anyone and was this perfect.I made him get his hands dirty. So that he could feel the guilt and the depressing realization of the exact thing he'd done for years. Even if it wasn't technically harmful. As the oldest fell, the youngest opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. Being a siren I had control of anything I wanted. I wasn't all powerful. But close. I gave him control to the tiniest of an extent. Laughter bubbled up from my mouth as he flung himself out the window of this second floor. Crashing into the glass and stabbing himself in the process. His blood this time on the windows. Laughter it amazes me when people made that sound. Now look at me laughing. I knew know matter what he'd die. It's the way I wanted it. Therefore it would be. He is the one who chose this I'm afraid. Then, growing tired of my own game I walked out of the enclosing flames as if I had not a care in the world. Because I didn't, these marvelous flames would never have the chance to hurt me. As they ate away at every flammable thing in the room, the bed, curtains pillows, and even the wardrobes.I knew they could never hurt me.No one could not even my poorly rejected mate. The father was shocked sitting in his chair. Staring wide eyed at his entire family. Eyes bouncing from the broken window to his wife to his son on the floor bleeding out. This justice wasn't justice to him but it was to me. Five years they trapped me in that house harassing and tormenting me. Their last night in that house would also be torment and trapped. By this time I had made it back to the outside, crossed the yard and into the middle of the pavement. I stood there back in the same spot on the quiet street of the perfect neighborhood. In the chilly night, my favorite type of weather. I stood there for a long time watching the tiny streams of smoke give way to flames and fogs, and then enclosing the entire house little by little. As the flames roared and beams crashed and things broke the neighbors slowly started realizing what was happening and started waking from their dwellings. I watched as the house burnt to the ground, crashing and tumbling to no extent. Distruction in it's wakes as it crept from the house to the cars and that tiny bike and that tiny picket fence. Perfection. That is what they wanted and that is what they got. I didn't hesitate to turn away. Even as I heard the little neighbor girl cry because she had left her bike in their front yard and now it was smoldering in heat and melted rubber. My job tonight was done. On to the next. You may ask your self if I'm an assassin or a serial killer but I can't answer either of those. I know I'm a siren with a terrible past and I seek revenge on all who participated, these people were just my first target. The werewolf shifters who tormented me for the past five years. They were strong enough, but not stronger than me. I don't know their rank or title in the supernatural community, but I do know they deserved everything they got tonight. I could now sleep knowing that what they did to me and other people would never happen again. That wasn't my goal, helping others, but it was refreshing nonetheless. I looked down at myself, by this time I had ash and dirt on me. It was very fitting I smiled. The Dirty cleaned their home. Maybe that should be my name sense I didn't have one. The Siren of course was great but wasn't inspiring either. I took a deep breathe and sauntered through yards and streets until I got to a wooded area. It was completely dark but the woods at night never scared me not sense my 2nd family that is. I meandered into this forested area and made myself at home needing rest and relaxation from my night out. I found my solace along a tree that was tall and strong. I climbed up to the thickest branch and fell asleep listening to the sounds of sirens and screams.