Finding Calypso

Come to Play

~Calypso~

"Never has someone walked into my club and took the attention away from my girls, quite like you have. You must be something special" she says as she lights a cigarette, held by a long cigarette holder, making her look even more delicate. And her scent, it smelt like the salt of the sea.

She pushes a drink towards me. Politely I grab it and take a sip not to be rude. Even though I know I've had plenty tonight.

"So now tell me, what exactly are you?" she asks.

"I'm a lycan" I easily confessed.

I was surprised at myself. Surprised at my own response. I've never actually said that aloud, and I don't know why I even answered at all.

"The forgotten princess. I thought it was just a rumor when I first heard" she says, blowing a puff of smoke through her red lips.

"I... uh" I tried to find the words.

"It's OK, say no more your secret is with me" she laughs. "so would you like a job? "

"Well, I don't know how to bartend"

And that was just the beginning of our friendship. Loralie taught me more than just how to mix drinks. She taught me to unlock a part of myself. Something I didn't even know I had. Worth, confidence, and the ability to love myself.

She taught me to put my pain away. That I didn't need anybody to be me. She gave me the strength to forge my own path. Choose my own destiny.

At night we made drinks for the weary travelers that wondered the streets of New York, like pirates on the sea. By day she trained me and all the girls that worked there to fight. Taught me to use my beast. Showed me my desirability is a tool, a weapon.

Every hit I took punched the pain I was feeling away. Every bloody nose and tear shed emptied my body of weakness. And Every day I felt stronger.

I was the only girl that worked there that wasn't a siren, but my beast projected a similar alluring effect. Being a lycan means being powerful, passionate, and fierce. And accordingly, my arora projected it to anyone who looked upon me. My outward appearance not so much, but that was easily changed.

Loralie transformed my look into something I didn't recognize. Someone beautiful.

My hair, now choppy and short. Bleached blonde with only my dark roots undyed. My eyes smoky with make-up. And my whole wardrobe changed into sexy suits, short dresses, and evening gowns. With the occasional leather jacket or two and a pair of ripped black jeans because I couldn't let them go. And heels, heels, heels what Loralie called my ultimate weapon.

I ended up moving in with the girls. Loralie owned a broken down old building not too far from the singing siren where they all lived. Just on the shore between the two cities. With Manhattan lights shining across the water lighting the night. I stayed on the top floor of the building. Most of the windows were busted out, so no one else stayed up there. But I made the perfect place for myself.

I had the night off, so I went looking for some trouble. Walking the streets in my stilettos. Smelling and listening to the air. When the scent of blood fills my nose. Vampires.

I'm not sure why I followed it, but my beast urged me to just check it out. It led me to a den. A place where humans would go willingly to give them self to vampires. With the hope they will turn them one day. Disguised as a gothic night club.

I decide to enter just to order a drink. I want to see what's inside. I want to see the world of beasts from all corners. The good, the bad, and the ugly. When I walked in, the music was lower than I expected for a night club. Couches lay about with humans wasted off venom. Every vampire in the room looked to me as I entered. I've learned now my scent isn't easily recognized. Lycans are rarely seen by most, so I'm sure they are all curious at my presence.

I sit down and am greeted a bit hesitantly by one of the bartenders. He was handsome and smooth like most vampires.

"Can I get an old fashion?" I ask.

He nods, throws a towel over his shoulder, and starts to prepare my drink.

The room was filled with moans and soft screams. It smelled of desperation and cruelty. He comes back and serves me my drink, and I get up to casually walk around, just watching.

My hips swayed and my heels clicked with every step. The tension seems to rise as I look into each of the beast's eyes. As I get deeper into the dark room, I hear the soft sound of someone saying

"Help"

It wasn't coming from inside, but from beyond the exit door laying in the back. I set my drink down on the nearest table and head for the door. I can sense the vampires in the room have taken notice.

I push open the door fiercely. To see the scene of men loading unconscious women in the back of a storage truck. The bar door slowly closing behind me. I casually walk up to one of the men and grab his tye.

"Such a bad boy" I say as s****l as I can.

When another vampire comes close to us in a threatening manor. I slide my other hand on his chest when I hear the back door open behind me. Where five more vampires exit, and I realize they have come to play.

I swing the man around by his tye knocking the other vampire to the ground, and I kick my wooden stiletto heal into the heart of the man on the ground. My heel stuck in him while he burned into ashes. I round house kick the vampire with the tye slicing open his throat with my other stiletto. For a moment all the vampires stood still, and then they pounced.

One by one I defeated them. Turning them to ash or watching them flee away. Never once did I turn into a lycan. My human form has become more powerful than I could have imagined.

I gracefully put my heels back on. Grabbed the keys that were left on the ground after one of them burned away, and I jump in the truck and drove them to a shelter.

I began to help each of the woman out. When I noticed the scent of something I knew. Anora was lying unconscious in the back.