CH 46: Get In The Water

~ Eleanor's POV ~ 

I felt my back smack the wall of the dressing room with an 'oof' escaping my lips. When I opened my eyes, I saw her hypnotic eyes staring into mine. Green smoke floated out of them and her mouth dripped with crimson blood. The Siren had always been a hypnotic temptress of an overlord, but I never thought she would put her hands on me in such a manner. 

"W-What are you..." I squirmed in her grasp, "What are you doing?" Wasn't she away in her dressing room anyway? How could she possibly have snatched me up so easily. 

"Hello, Eleanor~" She purred. My body froze at the sound of her voice. It was a voice that I had recognized from decades ago. The same voice that would greet me every morning from my desk being oh so sickeningly sweet. 

How did she recognize me? I thought she didn't have her memories. I'm fucked aren't I?  Satan, she looks so psychotic. 

Her toothy grin widens as she pulls me close to her, I can hear her growling underneath her breath, "What's the matter, dawlin.'..." Fuck, she still sounds the same too, her accent never slipped, "Cat got that whoreish tongue of yours?" Without her memories, Esme posed no threat to me. The first time I saw her, I thought I was going to faint from fear, but she walked passed me without a single glance. When I served her at the bar, she didn't appear aggravated or bothered in the slightest. That's when I knew I was safe. 

But now, I was not safe.

My body trembled underneath me. How a second I wonder what possessed me to challenge such a demon as her, but I wasn't - wasn't I? She had been alone by herself for years, there was no reason why I could explore my desires. 

But, he didn't want me. He still wante- FUCK! Why does she do this? Our lives were perfect before she came along, littering that office with her presence everyday. I'm not the one that was screaming lustful pants all the time from that dreaded office. I'm not the whore...

SHE IS! 

"I'm not the whore...." I mutter with disgust, pushing her off me. She stumbles back with a shocked expression to her eyes, but her smile never drops. I had it enough with this one, I deserved the chance to pursue Alastor as much as she did when she first met him. She was not his wife in this world, she held no power over me now. She hadn't behaved like a godly wife, she took men to their despise, sucking their bodies clean of their blood - and other substances,  "I'm not the woman who lures men with her body and voice. I'm not the one who slept with several men before my hus-"  

I can't finish my sentence before my voice disappears. That sickeningly green magic lingers around my throat as she holds her hand up and her smile twitches ever so slightly. I can see a stream of red energy leave my mouth and wrap around her hand, turning back to the same color as her energy. 

"You forget who you're talking to..." She growls. She walks up and grabs my hair, pulling me to her face. "Now, you may be thinking 'oh god Esme why don't you just kill me already', well my sweet, what would be the fun in that?" She lets go and leans back with a manic laugh. 

I try to run, but something holds me back. A light mist holds me in place to the wall as she walks calmly about the room. She's giggling to herself, taking absolute pleasure with this. This was the maddest I've ever seen her, as if her entire mind had gone to mush under whatever spell she was under. I peered down to her hands and notice her wedding ring shining, the runes fade up her arm, appearing like a parasite in her skin. 

She's corrupted, gone. 

She waves her hand and I feel the air return to my throat, "Now..." She sung, "Use your words and say you're sorry...you know, like last time." She winks. This smug little bitch...

"I'm sorry Sire-" 

"Nuh uh uh~" She waves a finger and giggles, "That's not my name." She turns her head and narrows her eyes. Her fangs shine in her shine, almost threateningly. 

"Esme..." 

"Still wrong!~" She cheers with a deranged tune, clapping her hands. She walks over and grazes her claws across my throat, "Who am I?" She growls. I knew exactly what she meant. She was looking for the way that I was forced to address her back in that office, in a world we no longer lived in, but somehow she held the same power as she did back then. If I didn't say it, either her or the tall, red, enigma of a man would make it.

Don't make me say it...you know I hate it. 

Her eyes burn into mine and I feel her creep in my mind. If I wasn't going to say it willingly, she would carve into my flesh and fish it out of me.  

"Please...let m-" 

"What's my name?" She commanded, and I felt my mouth drop on cue. 

"Mrs. Hartfelt..." I whispered. 

She chuckled darkly, her lips inches from mine, "Good girl~" 

She closes her eyes for a moment and takes in a sharp inhale, moaning softly, "I must say, dear, you smell so good." She holds a finger over my pulse, tracing softly. 

"Now..." We're soon engulfed by a cloud of green mist. It makes both my eyes and my throat burn, causing me to cough and wave it frantically. Whatever power she possessed was so dark I could feel the power threaten to destroy my very soul.  When it passes by, I find myself standing before her with my back to the shore. Why would she bring me to her territory. My stomach tightens in anticipation, noticing that there are no other sinners in sight. No one ever dared come over to her area, no one ever messed with the overlords unless they wanted a death sentence. 

"Get in the water..." She demands. 

"What?" 

"Get in the water." 

"Stop this please..." 

And then that haunting song begins to pour from her lips, in a melody that would have any demon meet there doom. I hear the waves behind me and turn to see the crimson red water raising from the sea. The blood of the sinners that came before me, floating about. Even if they were to respawn, Esme would eventually have them as a snack later on. It was a never ending buffet of both nourishment and entertainment for her - time and time again.  

"I'll make tidal waves so profound, this whole fucking city will drown...🎶"

"NO!" At this point, I'm desperate, I don't want her to feast on me. The reality becomes inevitable to be as I feel the water latch around my wrist and pull me to my knees. Chains, holding me down like her prey. I was her prey at this point, there was nothing I could do about it. 

"GET IN THE WATER!" She screeches at a painful frequency that  my ears begin to bleed and my blood drips onto the sand. 

Her claws find my throat one more time, but this time they dig into my skin, fully tearing through and causing me to scream. Her skin turns into that icy blue and her hair begins to frail out in starved serpents. 

"Don't mistake my threats for bluff...🎶" She puts her nose on top of mine and between the sea water and alcohol in her breath, I don't know what stench is worse. Her serpents sink their fangs all across my skin, causing me to whither underneath her grasp. Every single moment of my pain brings sparkles to her eyes as she soaks in my despair. 

I can feel the chains pulling me to the shore and with one flick of her wrist, she appears in her usual green dress, she didn't want to get it dirty I suppose. 

"You have lived more than enough...🎶"  She sings, and as soon as my body enters the mass, she dives in. 

She wasted no time, she began to rip my flesh off one by one, my screams stolen as she captured my voice within hers. I felt myself get pulled deeper and deeper into the void, her fangs and claws overpowering me. 

She wasn't using her siren song on me, wanted me to suffer, for me to wither underneath her and bleed out. 

She sunk with teeth into my neck and began to drain me of my blood. My vision went blurry and suddenly...

It all went black. 

~ Alastor's POV ~  

I stay by the bar, chatting with Mimzy while occasionally looking for my little mermaid. 

Where could she have swam off to?

"Mimzy, dear, have you seen Esme?" I take another sip of my rye, I'm going to need a refill soon. 

"Last I saw her she wa.." Mimzy is cut off by the sound of the dressing room door opening. 

There she is, standing there with that gorgeous gown dancing along the floor, with....oh my fuck..

Her face is soaked, her jaw completely dripping with blood. She reaches for her mouth, beginning to wipe it off with her fingers. 

Don't you dare wipe that off...

"Mimzy..." I begin, she turns to me with a knowingly smirk. 

"Hm?" 

"Be a doll and make sure no one comes in that room." I down the rest of my drink and clink the glass along the wood. 

I walk off to her and slowly push her by her chest into the room, closing the door.

~ Author's Note ~

Y'all know what comes next... 👀

I'm trying to make the next chapter a little longer, so it may not be up until later tonight or tomorrow morning.

 Either way, you're welcome. 💋

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~ Artemis 🦌💗

P.S: This song is the inspo for the next chapter if you want to listen and ✨imagine✨

https://youtu.be/jZ4uSpoQ7LE