Creature Chapter 4

By: Bem3373

AN: I am just amazed at all of the alerts I am getting! I just want to thank everyone who's reading this! I know some people have said that my chapters are too short, but compared to what I've written before, these chapters are long. If I have more inspiration for a certain chapter, then I'll write a longer one.

Phillips POV:

No. No. NO! It can't be. But it is. I see her face. Her beautiful face. Her soft lips. Her wide eyes. She looked so defeated. She wasn't even looking at me. Her head was up, but her eyes were closed.

"Syrena." I whisper. I can tell that she hears me. Her eyes open. Her eyes go from proud to longing. She doesn't say anything, but she doesn't have to.

I rush over to her and put my arms around her. She puts her cheek against my chest and I see tears in her eyes. "Syrena." I seem to be unable to say anything but her name.

I hold her tighter, and relish in the moment. Finally, she breaks the silence. "Phillip. What are you doing here?" I look at her and shrug. Realizing that she doesn't understand what a shrug means, I say "I really don't know. When you let go of me, I floated to the top of the water. This ship was nearby. The ship's crew put me on it and I woke up in a room."

Syrena looks at me and says "Don't you know what kind of ship this is?" "I just found out moments ago. Then this old man said I could see the mermaid. I had to make sure it wasn't you. And it is. I can't believe that after all we've been through, this is happening again. I don't know if I can protect you here!" Syrena gives me a shaky smile and says "At least you're here."

I caress her cheek and kiss her head. I begin a trail of kisses, on her forehead, on her nose, and finally her mouth. She kisses me back, and after a moment, I stops to catch his breath.

I lean against the cold metal cage wall, and Syrena lays out, with her head resting on my stomach. I play with her hair, and feel her relax.

Strange as the thought is, I realize that this is the first time that I have held her in my arms, aside from when she couldn't walk.

It's impossible for love to form so quickly. Impossible. Yet, what was this feeling? I don't know what to think. I think I love her. I know I love her. I look down at her and smile.

Then I notice a light entering the dark room. The wooden door opens, and a man enters. A gruff voice says "Time's up. We're selling it tomorrow. Get out." I close my eyes before standing up and walking towards the cage door. With one final glance back at her, I leave the cage and lock it again. I leave the dark room, and the man closes the door behind me.

I turn towards the man and say "Do you have to sell her?" The man chuckles and says "Yes. It doesn't matter how beautiful she is. She's still a killer." "You don't know that! You don't know her!" I can't control myself. He smiles and replies "You fancy her don't you? Such a shame." "Shut up." I say. It's childish, but I can't help it.

Then he says what I never imagined anyone but the devil would be cruel enough to say. "It doesn't matter. She will be sold. She will be raped. She will be beaten and she will be killed. Deal with it." I don't answer. I want to punch him. I want to grab a knife and stab him until all of his blood has drained from his body. I don't.

Instead, I turn around and walk away. I walk into the room I woke up in, and sit on the couch. I don't know what to do. Turning to the thing that I learned would solve all of my problems; I get on my knees and pray.

Syrena's POV:

For a moment, everything was fine. Phillip was here. We were together. Although the setting was less than perfect, I was happy. He was holding me and stroking my hair.

Then it all ended. A man called him away from me. He leaves. I am alone again. I realize how cold I really am. I wrap the sheet tighter around me and close my eyes. I shouldn't, but I close my eyes. Minutes later, I am asleep.

I know that this was an INCREDABLY short chapter, but next chapter will be longer. Also, when the old man (without teeth) is speaking, I write with misspelled words on purpose. It's his weird way of speaking. Please review and thanks for reading!