The Siren That Loved (ch. 1)

   
     Emailia had heard about the few that had tried to excape their tourment, and she was amazed by the thought of it.  Unfourtanatly she was not brave emough to attempt it as well.  But her shock came when she saw them with her own eyes, all fine looking men.  Adamis and Ezekiel were both aquaintence of hers, but the others she had not seen.  One caught her attention.  He was tall, slender and had eyes like the devil himself.  He saw her as well, though there were plenty other, and more beautiful sirens in this chamber, she was the only one he seemed to see.  He smiled reveling fangs, a vampire. 
    
     In a flash he, along witrh the rest, were gone.  But his image lingered in her thoughts.  The pain and discomfort of her wounds and chains sofened with the thought of that brave mysterious vampire.  She knew how powerful you had to be to even attempt excape from the dungeons of Hell.  Wait, what were these thoughts she was having?  She was thinking out of line, forgetting her duty as a siren, destroying men like him.  But she couldn't imagine it, she knew that she would not be able to harm a creature of such radiance.  Expecially one that was on a team with Adamis and Ezekiel, that vampire had to be of great importance.  But who is he? 

     For another year or so she wondered, no one else that was impriosened with her knew of him.  Until one wonderful day in Hell, Adamis returned.  She saw him tied and chained being carried by three of the guards, Adamis was a large man.  Emailia called to the guards in her alouring voice, and they, Adamis still in hand, went towadrs her. 
"Who was he?" She asked the imprisoned demon God. He instantly knew whom it was she was speaking of.
"Hayden." He responded, "He asked about you as well."
Then, remembering their purpose, the gaurds dragged Adamis away from her cell.  She did not get to ask where to find him.  But that was best, he was most likely of the hunted.

     Her last eleven years of time passed, and she was freed, with Hayden the vampire still on her mind.  She chose to return to Ireland and just go back to the way things were before, feeding off the innocent.  Hopefully this time she would not be hunted, but what does it matter, she had realized that truly she had no reason to go on with anything.  She almost wished that her soul could just be shattered and never again walk the earth or the grounds of Hell.  But maybe, now that she had a name, she could find that vampire.  Why had he asked Adamis about her?
 
     She lived almost normally for ninteen years, in and out of pubs and casinos, partying a bit. She began working for one of the pubs bartending.  No one suspected she was not human.  But one day at the pub she saw a man that she had never seen there before.  But he looked so familiar.  He was sitting at the bar taking down shots of rum as if it was water.  She began chatting to him a bit, and after awhile he asked her if she remembered him.  Ezekiel.  Yes, she'd thought she knew that face from somewhere.  He pulled her aside to chat a bit when customers grew slow.
"You saw our excape, correct?" He asked.
She knodded.
"There was a man with us by the name of Hayden, a vampire."
Her face lit up at the sound of his name, "Yes, I've heard of him."
"He asked me to find you.  He wishes to know you."

     The doors opened up and moonlight shone through.  A tall thin figure stood in the doorway.  On impulse, Emailia stood and faced the man.  It was him.  She gazed into his green devilish eyes, reached out and shook his hand.  "You're even more beautiful without the restraints." He said with a chuckle.