The Death Song.

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Part 2: Henry Haddock.

Salmare saw Henry leave his house and watched his wife and child walk back into the building. Most of the village were down at other end of the cove and therefore well out of the way. It worked to her advantage that the village was small and houses were fairly spaced. Having fed on the man during the night had given her the strength that she needed to strike her last blow against the men that had taken her life from her. She stepped out of the water in her full maiden form and walked up to the solid wooden door. She felt the land already tugging at her power, leeching it away. She took a breath and knocked.

“Coming,” a woman’s voice called and the door swung open to reveal Henry’s wife Anne. Salmare smiled at her and then shoved her back with both hands. The woman went flying across the room.

“Mommy!” a young boy ran out from a side room.

“Thomas, no!” Anne screamed at her son. The child stopped and looked at Salmare. Salmare smiled at him and began to sing. Her power on land would not be as powerful as when she was in the ocean but this male was just a child and her power would be enough. She held her arms wide and the child laughed happily and ran into them.

“Thomas!” Anne screamed again and surged to her feet. Salmare hissed at her, baring fangs and pressing her now clawed hands against the child’s back. The woman jerked to a stop as if she had run into a wall.

“Please,” she begged, “Please don’t kill him.”

“I asked your husband to do the same thing,” Salmare told her, “I begged him to spare my sister’s life but he didn’t. He drove a wooden stake into her chest and I held as she died.”

Anne covered her mouth with hand to muffle the sobs. The boy, Thomas looked at Salmare.

“You’re pretty,” he said giggling. Salmare smiled at him, her fangs apparently unfazing the child.

“You are also pretty,” she said, “I am sure you would have grown up to be a fine strong man like your father.” She heard the child’s mother choke back another sob and turned to look at the human female.

“Please. You can take me,” Anne begged, “Just leave my son alone. Please. I’ll do anything you want, just let him go.”

“You really do love him, don’t you?” Salmare asked. Anne nodded. Salmare began to walk out of the house, still facing the woman. Anne followed her, her desire to rush and save her son hindered by the fact that Salmare held wickedly sharp claws, again the small, frail body.

She led Anne down the gentle slope and into the water, feeling her power returning back to her the further she went in. Finally she stopped when they were chest deep in the sea.

“Please,” Anne begged once more.

“I loved my family too,” Salmare said, her eyes going completely black, “I wil never get them back and neither will your husband his back.” With that she lunged at Anne, colliding with the woman and plunging all three of them into the cold water. Salmare shifted fully under the water, wrapped her arms around woman and her child and dragged them into the darkness of the ocean.

When the bodies against her had finished twitching, Salmare surfaced and pulled the bodies up on the shore. They were both pale with faces caught in the grimace of the last of their death throes. She felt the terrible purpose that had gripped her chest so tightly loosen now and she felt her shoulder relax as she stepped back from the corpses. She heard a scream coming from her left and she turned to see a figure bearing down upon her. She stepped back, moving into the ocean as the figure neared her and it resolved into Henry. He stopped as he reached the corpses and dropped to his knees with a heart rending scream gathering up the corpses to himself. She looked back to where he had come from and saw that more men were heading towards.

“Why?” he cried at her, “Why did you kill them? You killed all the other but you left their families alive. Why take mine?”

“I left the first man family alive so they could suffer the pain of his loss as I had suffered the loss of my mother and sister,” Salmare said, stepping back further into the sea.

“The second and third, I took away in honor of Linna, Joy and Hula, my adopted sisters that you killed,” she continued, “Leaving me to survive that kind of loss once again. You took away the only things that made my life worth living. You stole my life away from me!” She screamed at him.

“If I killed you and left your loved ones alive, you would not have truly understood what it felt like to have everything torn away from you. The ones I killed before, they meant something to you but their deaths did not make your life unbearable. So I decided that to truly make you suffer as you have made me suffer, I would take the very ones that made your life worth living.” She gestured to the corpses.

“Do you know what happens when a Siren dies?” she asked, “She turns to coral. A lifeless shell that only bears their likeness. My family is sitting at the bottom of the sea, dead, because of you. Now your family bears a likeness to mine. Pale shells of who they were, dead, because of you.”

“I will kill you,” Henry said his voice broken and full of deadly promise, “I will hunt you down and kill you for what you’ve done.”

Salmare felt a thrill in her chest.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep human. You think this loss has destroyed you? Wait until I am done with you,” Salmare said, “If you come after me, I will keep taking everything from you over and over again until I make you a lifeless man walking among the living as you have made me.

“You have already killed me,” he said, “There is nothing you can do that will make me more dead than I am right now!” Henry snarled at her. Salmare smiled at him, the thrill settling in a sweet contentment of purpose.

“Oh Henry,” she crooned, “Just you wait and see.”

With those words she dove back into the sea, hearing the sweet sounds of a dying man echo after her.

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