The Serpent and the mermaid ch12Chapter 12
Mabel sat on the Sandy beach that Bill had taken her to awhile back. She had loved the playing on the beach when she had met Mermando, and the two had played together; but she hadn't seen him since that day. It was the last day, well at least to her, that she truly felt like herself.
The young maiden felt so tired and weak from the now twice a week visits. Two times per week that she would have to satisfy her siren ' lust for blood. It was taking its toll on her. At the rate she was going, she would be dead before her nineteenth birthday.
Mabel sat there as the cold water soothed her feet. She wished she could turn into a mermaid and swim away into the vast sea of blue. Not having to deal with all her suffering.
This pledge was now very important; for if she broke it one last time, both her and Dipper would die. She couldn't let that happen to him. He couldn't die because her foolish behavior.
She rested her head against her knees.
She just want
The Serpent and The Mermaid CH 11Chapter 11
Mabel was combing her hair as watched as the sun began to set in the sky.
She would have to leave soon to join her siren in the grotto.
She smiled for a moment before she frowned. Going was nice, but it was still a strain on her body. Bill loved her blood; and he couldn't or wouldn't hold back on his lust. She loved him, but she didn't love him. She knew that didn't make any sense, but that's just the way it was. She didn't know what she could do to soothe his frenzy, the only other solution she had was to stop going to his grotto; but then Dipper would pay the price.
She painted her face a little before she was about to change her dress when Dipper came in the room.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Nothing..." She lied.
"Mabel we're about to have supper soon... Why are you painting your face?" He asked.
"Um... Just wanted to test... some thing... Why are you asking me?" She said, trying to hide the truth.
Dipper knew something was up.
"Mabel... Were you planning to go somew
The Serpent and The Mermaid Chapter 10Chapter 10
Hunting had always been something that Dipper never could fully get the grasp of.
It wasn't that he was squeamish or anything, but it seemed to him that he was always worried if he hunted for something that was more than what he could handle.
With his bow and arrows strapped to his back, and a spear strapped his waist, he walked through the dense forest.
Dipper always wanted to bring back something large, like a mountain lion or a bear, but he always second guessed himself when he was actively out on the hunt. He would feel that maybe hunting for a large animal would be to much for him to handle and he would instead come home with some deer for meat for his family and sell the hides and antlers at market.
The young man sighed to himself as he thought about that. He wanted to be this great hero that slay the greatest of monsters, but he couldn't take down the great beasts in the forest. Some hero he would be.
He could remember all the stories Wendy's father would tell around
Haunting Ch4Chapter 4
Mabel sat on the deck of the outside as she watched the final rays of sun disappear from the sky, leaving behind a dark red and black sky. The warmth of sun was gone, leaving the sinister shadows of the night. It would be time to sleep soon, soon she would return to her horrifying nightmares.
She continued to sit there until the biting cold forced her to return inside the main cabins of the boat.
She welcomed the warm heat as she walked down the passageway that would take her to her room. Finding it she went inside to see the small bed and desk that would temporarily house her.
Mabel sighed, walking into her tiny private bathroom. A sink, a toilet and a shower stall. That was all.
Throughout her life she had been blessed with a lot of things, but the tiny room and bathroom was a strong reminder to her that all of those things were now long gone. They started to disappear after that fateful evening at the dance. The day her brother died and an empty shell was left behind to ex
The Serpent and the Mermaid Ch 9Chapter 9
Mabel sat in the grotto as she allowed the siren to play with her tresses of brown hair.
Coming weekly to the grotto was something she dreaded, but something she herself also loving coming there.
She never could understand why she both loved and hated it, but she didn't care. It was nice sitting the beautiful but haunting world that the monster liked to call his home. She did know however was that what she didn't like about coming here was having her blood drained constantly, but surprisingly Bill promised he would 'try' to control his bloodlust; but she knew it would be luck on the days she would come if he could control himself. Either way though, she had to keep up appearances so her secret would never be exposed, or what happened to her brother would happen again. The monster had made it very clear he would kill her brother if she disobeyed him again.
Mabel smiled she felt the clawed hands comb smoothly through her soft curls. It was nice to have her hair combed. None of
The Serpent and The Mermaid Ch 8Chapter 8
Mabel lifted her body out of bed feeling so tired and weak.
Even with a full hour of sleep, she barely had any strength to seize the day with her low flow of blood, leaving her anemic.
She tried to keep back tears as she slugged her way over to the looking glass on the wall.
Her skin was so pale. She needed to fully restore her blood flow.
But that was impossible since she was had to let the monster feast on her blood twice a month.
She had very little recovery time between feedings, and she felt she tired and exhausted constantly. Making her daily chores more of a struggle as the days passed.
She looked at the bite marks on her neck.
She wanted one month to recover. Just one month to restore her blood flow, to its healthiest. Otherwise she would end up being guided by Hermes to the Underworld.
Mabel heard the sound of stirring coming from Dipper's bed. He was beginning to wake up.
Mabel used every amount of strength she had to make it seem that she was fine and well.