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I was still in the same area of rain soaked north west USA that I'd lived in for damn near twenty five years. I kept on telling myself that I'd move out of here. I never fit in with the hardy fishermen and oil barons who made up most of the dominant local culture. But.. well, I just couldn't. And tonight, I was trying to find her. I'd seen her last sunday night. I knew I shouldn't have gone out drinking the night before Monday morning work. But I needed a break from the mundane before I go crazy. And I damn near thought I had. I had seen her. She was... well, at once terrifying and beautiful. But from the outside she just looked like... Well, a really beautiful sea girl. I don't know how to describe it really. Dark hair. Her eyes were deep aquatic pools. And it was like her flesh seemed to... to shimmer. She was sitting across the room flirting with some rich local. And I was just captivated. I knew it was dangerous, there was talk of some killer on the loose targetting men. But I was confident. But now, my world... You see, twenty years ago, I was about 8, there was a big oil spill. A tanker had ripped apart on some bad rocks. I found... Well, there isn't any way to put this and not sound crazy. A mermaid. She was gasping on the beach, covered in oil. I pulled her out. Dragged her to this cave and got her cleaned up. And I... well, I kind of fell in love with her. I snuck away every day to spend it with her. To help her. Clean and heal her. She told me that she'd tried to stop the tanker. But she had this massive cut on her belly. And she almost died. But, well, life happened. My parents had wanted to move. She seemed to be a bit older than me. And asked me to stay. To come to the sea with her. And I... well, I made the biggest mistake of my life. I told her no. The psychologist said I made it all up. And until now, I believed her.

10:50

. But now, we just made eye contact. Recognition. Pain, hurt. Something else... What the fuck is going on here? (So, a quick bit of description! I'm looking for someone to play the mermaid! But I'm looking for a romantic story. You will be someone who has a whole load of hurt. Humans have been massive dicks to you and your kind. Tankers, pollution, fishing. Its all hurt. And so, you've become a siren. A killer. A predator. And the one human you knew, you fell in love with, chose his family over you 20 years ago. And now... well, now we're meeting again. And old feelings are coming up. NSFW is optional, but desired! DM me!)

For someone who was as old as Kaylie, she didnt look a day older than twenty five. Honestly, she thought of it as a blessing, since apparently that is what people wanted in today's day and age. Well, that and money, sex, fame, attention, and luxury. Using her given 'assets' to further her cause made the immorality of her actions justifiable. She knew how wrong her actions are, yet why should she prosecute herself when these selfish flesh and bone beings only took? They took her family, her friends, her home, her blood, and one boy even took her heart. They were simply friends, but he was her savior. She rarely thought of him anymore, yet his actions gave her everything, the burning fire to do what she does day in and day out. She begged him to stay, his young mind still capable of the kindness and belief that she needed. Yet he still left. Was it selfishness that caused her dislike of the image of the boy she had memorized? Yes. She had no clue of the human lifestyle, but her colony put simple friendship above everything. For her, life was timeless, so she had all the time to develop bonds and cherish them. Yet humans didnt, they put family before friends. She learnt that the hard way When the oil spill happened, it was an on board explosion, which sent shrapnel whizzing through the water and flames danced on the surface. it was almost sunrise, and Kaylie made futile attempts to stop the ship from even leaving the dock. She had a bad feeling. None of her believed her, she had tried to stop many ships before on the same claims. She and a man were the sole survivors of the incident. Crew and her family all perished. But she was not left unscathed, she sustained a large cut to her abdomen, one that left her lying on the beach shoreline for hours, covered in blood and oil. She was almost limp from blood loss, the only thing sustaining her heart enough to keep pumping was the remaining relics from her home, the magic of said relics keeping her alive -

She laid there for hours, until one boy came to her rescue. The days spent in his care seemed to blur together, only her instructions to him to gather materials she needed to tend to her wound kept her alive. She used to visit that cove quite often, the one he brought her to, but she hasnt in years. She built her life. The first thing she learnt how to do was walk. She has had few experiences on land, so she was not used to the gravity that worked on land. She also learnt that humans have social standards, she needed clothing. And after a while, she got the hang of human life. At first, people thought she was nuts for sharing her experiences and her old way of life, yet as she progressed she learnt to keep her mouth shut if she was unsure about how humans did things. She also learnt that humans were crueler than they seemed at a glance. Some stole, some killed, some begged, and some littered. She started to form a plan, these humans needed justice. If the horrible justice system was not going to do anything, she would Her first murder was of a man already near the end of his life. He cooked fish and sold it in what she has learnt is a restaurant. The experience gave her anxiety, she kept reliving the moment the light went out in his eyes. She was sloppy, too. she left a huge mess. but she walked away with what she could grab and went on with her life. it happened fifteen more times, once a year for fifteen years. Enough time for the attention of the last to die down, enough difference to throw the police off. Once she knew what television is, she found herself watching more and more crime shows. And that is what brought her to now, courting her next victim. He's a forty-something year old man with a large estate, heaps of money, and quite possibly the largest profile she had ever attempted to kill. The rich man, Jerry, too found Kayla captivating. Most men that are attracted to women do. She tolerated this Jerry, and deep down she wanted nothing to do -

with him. Yet she paid him with attention and sex, like most rich, single, mid forties in this town wanted. In return, he showered her with gifts and adoration she couldn't care less about. She wanted him dead They were at a local club, one that had pretty girls and plenty of booze. She kept her drink simply water, since she could hardly stomach the stench of spirits let alone drink it. Jerry was going on and on about his long time business venture, owning the local docks. She was hardly paying attention when she spotted someone familiar. The boy that saved her life At first, she did a double take. His sandy hair and bright eyes caught her off guard for a moment, he was quite possibly the last person she would expect to see that night. Yet here he was. Should she approach? Jerry puts an arm around Kaylie and she turns to the man on her shoulders, giving him a smile that could win awards, and quickly tells him that she'll get him another drink. She was already planning on getting him drunk anyway, why stop now? She stands and pulls her shorts back into place and straightens her shirt along her stomach, almost as if retracing the faded scar of where she was once injured, before she made her way to the bar counter and puts a finger up, effectively telling the bartender one more drink. She rests her elbows on the counter, an empty seat away from the boy she once knew. Perhaps he remembers her?

05:22

@DH0123

Chris still remembered those days a few times. Well, thought he remembered. Humans were funny with their memories. As children accepting magic was so much easier. So much simpler. But something about growing up and learning about the world changed how you looked at it. It changed how you understood and interacted with it. And then those wild memories. The amazing person he had met, the warm being who had tried so hard to save. The stories she had told him. And the feelings he had for her.... It didn't fade into nothing. But now it felt like a dream. She looked... well, she had grown up, and so he didn't recognize her as the girl from his dreams. She had seemed like a teenager then when he was only about 10. But he has still loved her. He had so wanted to kiss her. He had so wanted to be more than friends. But... well, she had seemed about four years older than him. But that had been so long ago. Well, twelve years ago. But still, he couldn't seem to leave this place. His family had moved away. He'd gone to college. But somehow... He'd wound up back here. He'd been in the area for about a week now. And he'd felt a pull. Something dragging him back here. He'd finished college. And something about this stretch of the coast had pulled him back. He'd resisted the urge to come to this town. It wasn't the closest town to where the cave was. To be fair, that was the first place he'd gone to the moment he arrived. But now he stepped into the bar. He didn't know why he came here. He just knew.. he couldn't fight that feeling anymore. His eyes went over her. Locking onto hers. He paused a moment, there was a flesh of... of something. But he didn't know what it was. Then they trailed on. He carried on to the bar. And held up a finger. He was British. It was the other thing she would remember. He sounded different to everyone else here. That had been what had ultimately dragged him away. His family were flying back to another country. He had only been here for a month long...

07:45

Holiday. But now, he was back. And he had a visa to stay for a while. TO try and figure out what it was about this stretch of the pacific coast that was keeping him tied down here. What this... damn insiginifcant place where camping and fishing were all that ever seemed to happen. He turned on his chair, looking around. A glass of wine was poured for him. He raised it to his lips and took a sip. His chest rising and falling. He looked back at her. Frowning again. Then shook his head. He wasn't going to use that god awful line. "What am I doing here." He muttered to himself. Some TV was showing American football. Other people were playing pool. He felt... just so out of place @Lil Beanz

Kaylie rested her elbows, the boy from her past brought back to her mind. It seemed like the bar tender was called away for some reason, which caused her to wait. She glances up at the TV screen before turning her head to the man beside her, he seemed so familiar. Still, she asks "You from out of town? I dont think we've met before" She knew of almost everyone in the small town, it's how she knew who to target next. Her voice was smooth and calming, one that could sing someone to sleep with ease. A pitch or two lower than it had been the last time she met with the boy Throughout her time in town, she struggled with the thought of leaving. it was where her friends and family died, and she thought of them each time she smelt the salty air or heard the seagulls, but she never left. Perhaps that's why she resorted to using her body and affection to lure people who were behind the scenes of the massacre under the water, sitting idly drove her somewhat insane. Maybe. Maybe it was the fact that she got used to the town in the time between coming to this town and starting to kill? She liked some people, even had a friend or two so that she seemed normal. Maybe she even had been waiting for the boy that had helped her and hoped he would return. @DH0123

Chris looked at her as she asked that. There was something about her that he found familiar. But what was hard to place. It was just... a whole mixture of things. The angle of her face. Her voice? Her smell? There was something... of the sea about her that jingled bells. Maybe it was just the focus of her attention. But trying to figure that out? That was really hard. And he couldn't do it on his own. But having her attention on him felt good. He looked at her, and he smiled. "Sort of. I came here on holiday once years ago. I was a kid. It was awful sadly. Just went the oil tanker went up. But since then I've always been pulled back here. Can't tell you why for the life of me. But here I am. I'm from the UK. But moved back here for a job. Something about this place. Its... just strange. Are you? You don't sound like the locals. And certainly don't look like them." He leaned forwards, focusing on her now. His eyes were bright. And suddenly he felt good in a different way. Relaxed. Something about her seemed to feel... homely. IN a good way. What was going on Chris, your damn brain @Lil Beanz

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