Siren was swimming in the waters, near the dock. Perhaps it was foolish, for her to stay in the shallows, but she had a feeling. A feeling that something, somewhere, was about to change. Her life...someone would appear. A savior, resplendent in light, to lift her out of the darkness that had entombed her race. The stereotype that choked tighter than a chain, making all back away, their eyes wide with fear, when she opened that mouth full of fangs.
Did they not know that, each time she bit down and drew blood, she bled too? Her heart pumped harder, and was cut just a little bit more...
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(Oooo...one of my darkest posts.)