Link for the song: (Youtube) /watch?v=yLvGzQc7y6s

The storm came out of freaking nowhere. One minute, it was a clear, idyllic day. A little windy, perhaps, but nothing worrisome or even inconvenient. Certainly nothing to portend the horrific maelstrom that was about to descend. And the then the next minute, boom, it seemed they were battling against the unbridled rage of Poseidon himself. The sound of the deafening thunder claps rolling across the sky was rivaled only by that of the booted feet stomping, squeaking, and slipping across the rain-slicked decks as dozens of frantic deckhands scrambled to wrangle the wayward ship back under control.

Through the cacophony of the thunder, pouring rain, crashing waves, strained yells and general panic, Blaine struggled to make out his superior officer who was currently shouting orders in his face. He may as well have been speaking Mandarin for all Blaine could understand him.

Somewhere across the deck, a rope snapped and whole new bubble of hysteria burst into existence around it. Blaine and several others scrambled over to help before the spar collapsed. Blaine was just belaying the line when he heard it.

Against all logic, above the thunder, the rain, the waves, the groaning ship, and the throaty cries, floating through the chaos, clear as day, he heard it.

The singing.

But calling that beautiful hum singing was like calling the ocean damp. It was ethereal, and melodic, and enticing, and just so many other things Blaine didn't even have a word for. Such a glorious chorus of voices blending together so perfectly as to seem almost as one. It was the sound of the angels.

The downhaul slipped from someone's hands and the spar came crashing downward but no one even moved. The men were frozen in place, mesmerized by this unearthly tune.

As the hands stood, petrified, staring off into the turbulent blackness, the vocals grew louder. Blaine started to make out the rise and fall of the tones.

The melody was sweet, yet forceful. Heartbreakingly sad, yet irresistibly hopeful. The duality alone was overwhelming. Blaine felt tears brew in his eyes.

Slowly, as the voices grew louder, closer, the men began to make out individual words, delivered to their impatient ears on the back of the wind.

"Take my breath awaaaay,

Take my breath awaaay,"

Blaine felt that sentiment was eerily accurate. He didn't think any of them were breathing anymore.

And that's when they saw her. Blaine felt her presence before he actually turned to look, and when he did… holy shit.

Now, Blaine had a secret. And his secret was that he was Kinsey 6 gay. He'd know that since childhood, even if he didn't advertise it for fear of the inevitable persecution. But despite that, not even he could help but be blown away by the ethereal beauty of the woman that was now perched atop the port-side railing of the Dalton.

When Blaine recalled what little he could of the incident later, he would realize that this (as well as a great deal of other things) should have given him pause. The rail of that part of the ship was a good thirty feet above sea level, not even bringing into account the novelty of what a woman was doing out in the middle of the raging sea, miles away from any land.

However, none of this absurdity registered with Blaine or with any of the other sailors at the time, so entranced were they by the magnificence of this temptress.

Simply put, the woman was absolutely stunning. Her skin was creamy and flawless, and seemed to positively glow in the darkness around her. Her white-gold hair was cropped short and shone brightly with its own radiance as the wind whipped it, like a halo, about her angelic face. Her eyes were gorgeous hazel-green. Gold from the sun bouncing off an icy sea. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips were full and plush, her features were sharp and elegant, and her nose was absolutely perfect.

The only thing she wore, as far as Blaine could see, was a silky strip of cloth, as white as light the from the moon, tied loosely across her chest. Only her top half was visible, but the rest of her skin was as pale and smooth as her face. Her body was slender and toned, her movements graceful and controlled. She moved like fluid, floating in the night, commanding the very air around her to shift and make way for her supple limbs.

The woman smiled softly and the men around Blaine let out small sighs of desire. She raised one elegant eyebrow and, Jeeze, Blaine may not have been into girls but he wasn't a moron. He knew sexy when he saw it. Blaine looked around and was suddenly really, really glad he was gay because everyone else on board seemed to have completely lost control of their faculties. There were all staring at her slack-jawed, wobbly-kneed, glassy-eyed, and drooling all over the deck. As if it weren't wet enough already from the rain. It was still raining, wasn't it? And windy as hell? That was still going on right?

Suddenly Blaine's attention was yanked back to the gorgeous woman as the sinfully beautiful hymn once again caressed his ears. The woman was singing. Had she been singing this whole time? Blaine couldn't remember. He suddenly couldn't remember much of anything. But slowly, the words began to take shape in his mind as he stared at the girl. Whose eyes seemed to pierce through the night, right into his soul, as she sang. And that was when he realized, as flawless as her appearance was, it was nothing at all compared to her voice.

"Watching every motion in my foolish lover's game,

On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame."

Blaine felt his heart give a painful squeeze. God, there was no way this was real, was there? Suddenly, Blaine heard the smallest echo of a splash and he whirled around and saw yet another woman leaning over the railing on the starboard side. This woman looked nothing like the first, but was no less bewitching. If anything she was even more exotic.

The second woman had dark-olive colored skin, high sculpted cheekbones and arching eyebrows, pouty red lips, and long, flowing, dark hair that rivaled the blackness of the stormy night sky behind her. Her eyes were dark as death and her unwavering gaze sent shivers down Blaine's spine. Her blood red lips were parted as she sang. Her voice was strong and Blaine could feel the passion of a thousand years ringing out...

"Turning and returning to some secret place inside,

Watching in slow-motion as you turn around and say..."

"Take my breath away," The two perfect voices joined together as one and Blaine's legs might have given out from under him had he not been rooted to the spot. His was mind was slowly turning to mush. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew this was bad. He should be scared, right? Why wasn't he scared?

"Take my breath away,"

Suddenly, yet another woman popped up next to the second, hair long and golden like the sun, skin flushed and seemingly peppered with flecks of gold, body athletic, slender, and agile. Eyes a pale, icy blue. Her gaze landed on him and, suddenly, Blaine felt an overwhelming urge to help this girl. Like she was some sort of delicate, perfect thing. An innocent child, that needed to be cared for.

There was a beat coming from somewhere, a low, baritone sound, mixing with the girls' harmony. Providing the perfect ambiance to make their melody utterly inescapable.

The first girl took the lead again...

"Watching I keep waiting, still anticipating love,

Never hesitating to become the fated ones."

And then the second...

"Turning and returning to some secret place to cry,

Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say, my love..."

The third girl's voice joined chorus with the others and Blaine felt the numbing sensation grow even stronger. So beautiful... so, so beautiful...

"Take my breath away,"

Then another girl popped up. And another. And another. And another. All over the ship. All leaning over the rails. All exquisite and alluring, and all wearing practically nothing. All singing together.

The dark haired girl continued to lead...

"Through the hourglass I saw you,

In time you slipped away.

When the mirror crashed I called you

And turned to hear you say..."

Out of the corner of his eye Blaine saw the other men slowly gravitating towards the edges of the ship, drawn to the sirens. The women smiled enticingly, beckoning the men forward. Blaine felt his heartbeat race. No. Wrong. He knew something about this was wrong but... god, it was just so lovely. Wasn't it?

The blonde sang again, the others starting humming along in the background. Blaine could feel his resolve breaking. But his resolve to do what exactly?

"If only for today, I am unafraid..."

No, he wasn't afraid. Why should he be afraid? Who could be afraid of something so beautiful? So perfect?

Suddenly, every last songstress joined in with the chorus. The sound was literally overpowering. Blaine could feel the notes radiating inside his very brain. Like he'd been standing inside a giant bell when it rang. He grabbed onto a nearby post for support.

"TAKE MY BREATH AWAY,

TAKE MY BREATH AWAY,"

The men were completely captivated now, nearly every one ensnared in the arms of a siren. The women were grinning at them sultrily, but something twisted in Blaine's stomach when he met the brunette's dark eyes. Something about her felt... off... malicious. Her eyes were so cold... so cold...

"Watching every motion in this foolish lovers game,

Haunted by the notion,

Somewhere there's a love in flames."

The brunette cocked her head and stared at him, paying no attention to the sailor she held fast by the collar. If Blaine didn't know any better, he would have sworn she looked sort of frustrated. Almost... angry.

"Turning and returning to some secret place inside,

Watching in slow motion as you turn my way,

And say..."

Was it just Blaine, or was that low beat growing louder? Closer.

"TAKE MY BREATH AWAY,

my love,

TAKE MY BREATH AWAY..."

He couldn't breathe. None of them could breathe.

"my love,

TAKE MY BREATH-"

And that's when they struck.

Out of nowhere, the singing transformed into piercing, inhuman shriek and the spell was broken. The men cried out as the women tightened there grips on them and dragged them over the rails and into the thrashing depths. Blaine's eyes widened in shock as the girls pulled back their flawless lips to reveal razor sharp fangs. He watched in terror as the brunette dug her impossibly sharp nails into the sailor's back and ripped out two huge hunks of bloodied flesh, before biting ferociously into his neck.

Blaine gasped and stumbled backward in horror, and tripped over...something. He landed hard on his back and hit his head on something metallic and hard. His vision swam as the desperate cries of his crewman filled his ears along with that savage howling. Blaine jerked his head up, eyes wide with panic, as he felt something strong, sharp, and wet, grip the front of his shirt. He looked up and found himself face to face with the bloodthirsty brunette, her coal-black eyes staring into his hungrily, teeth bared, his friends' blood dripping from the corners of her mouth.

She let out a ferrel snarl and Blaine scrambled backward as best he could, hands grabbing madly for something, anything, that could be used as a weapon. His hand closed around something large and metallic, probably the same thing he'd hit his head on, and he swung it upward without thinking.

What turned out to be a lantern hit her square in the side of the head and the glass shattered all around, sticking in her lustrous, dark mane. She let out an angry hiss of pain and Blaine thought he saw a drizzle of blood trickle down her forehead, but he didn't stick around to make sure. The blow was sufficient to loosen her grip enough for Blaine to squirm onto his stomach and crawl like his life depended on it. Which it did.

Blaine scrambled on his elbows and knees through the chaos and the blood and the screaming and the pain throbbing in his skull until he reached the port-side rail. He yanked himself to his feet just as he heard a sickening CRACK!

It took Blaine a moment to realize what it was, before he felt the deck groaning and splintering, and tilting beneath his feet. Holy Fuck! he realized, glancing around madly. They were tearing the ship apart! He had no idea how they were doing it, but there was no doubt about it. They were bringing the Dalton down.

Out of the corner of his eye, Blaine saw the innocent-looking blonde heartlessly butchering the captain and Blaine wasn't entirely sure he wouldn't throw up.

A large crack appeared in wood at his feet and he heard another terrifying creak. Much louder this time.

Blaine glanced upward in horror as he saw the main mast tilting and swaying dangerously. Cracks and splinters appeared all along it's length and Blaine knew the thing was going to fall. He turned and planned to run as fast could. Where to? He had no idea. And he never found out because at that moment he felt and iron-grip on his ankle and he looked down to see none other than his favorite brunette, hissing and cackling, and grinning wildly in victory.

Just as Blaine was certain she had him for good, he heard another deafening crack. He looked up just in time to see the giant spar tumbling down toward him. Blaine leaned as far away from vampire-girl as he could as the monstrous pole crashed to the deck between them.

Blaine's ankle was freed but the rail next to him was crushed and Blaine felt the deck beneath him swaying dangerously. He lost his footing and reached out to grab for a hold but found only air. He slipped backward and found himself tumbling toward the heartless, demon-infested waves below.

He hit the water with a bone-crushing smack that knocked the air from his lungs and sent his head spinning and throbbing even more than it already was. He struggled futilely with current for a only few moments, choking and gasping, before he looked up and saw that the entire ship was tipping over. Right on top of him.

SMASH!

Pain.

The world fell out of focus then. There were muffled sounds of screaming and wood creaking and rushing water and his entire body was weightless and heavy all at once. Everything whirled before his eyes. He felt cold and panic and nausea. Now more than ever, he was certain he was going to die.

But then, all of a sudden, he could have sworn he felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around him, tugging him against the raging current that was threatening to pull him under and keep him there. And moments after, he knew he was hallucinating. Because, in his last moments, a beautiful pair of bright, blue eyes filled his vision. Eyes every bit as striking and enigmatic as the feral waters attempting to smother his life. Blaine forgot he was underwater and gasped. An instant later, his world went black.

A/N: Hey guys. You'll have to excuse my writing on this one. I wrote most of it during math class so needless to say my attention was a little divided (no pun intended). I'm still working on OMN, so don't worry, I said I wouldn't abandon it and I won't. I only have a vague idea of where I'm going with this story so the updates are probably going to be pretty sporadic.

Anyway, let me know what you thought! :)

-Alaska