An Ocean Of Venomous Tides: Chapter Two
Word Count: 905
Warnings: Death, kidnapping, mentions of cannibalism
The search had been called off days ago upon not finding any clues. The sheriff sat in his office, alone, and that was how he preferred it, alone with his thoughts. The moonlight peered through the blinds of the dirty windows, the bright white light beaming on the floor. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were the sheriff's deep breaths. A faint sound caught the sheriff's attention as he had thought no one was still at the station.
He slowly stood up from his seated position, his gun strapped onto his hip. He made his way over to the door and gripped the handle. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and peeked his eye out. Pulling the door completely open, he walked into the room where the cells were. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, there was no person there and no source of the sound. As he began walking out of the room, something slowly made its way toward him from behind the shadows.
As the item finally reached the light, the sheriff noticed that it was a small tricycle peddling towards him with no one on it. The tricycle came to a stop right at his feet, then a red trail of what looked like blood appeared behind the tricycle, the trail disappearing into the shadows a few meters away. Clutching the gun in his hand, the sheriff followed the trail into the dark. The blood ended abruptly beside the last cell, and a large pool of blood sat at the end.
Out of nowhere, the sheriff was grabbed from behind and forced to the ground. What felt like claws were digging into his scalp, dragging him back further into the darkness where no one could hear his desperate screams for help. He couldn't see who or what had a hold on him, all he knew was that it was strong, strong enough to pull him with what seemed to be a minimal effort on it's part. His throat became raw as his screaming was to no avail, no one could hear him, and no one was coming to his help.
Three Weeks Later
The investigation of the missing sheriff had hit the papers, yet no one had found anything about where he could have gone, or who had been behind his disappearance. It was like he had simply vanished into thin air without a trace, never to be found again. The days that followed the disappearance were dark and dreary, there seemed to be no sunlight in the skies, trapped behind the dark clouds with no means of escape.
The day had begun as all the previous ones had; the townsfolk got up at the crack of dawn and went to work, most of them working in the town mines. However, this day was different; there were five newcomers. Three sisters and their two brothers had moved into the old Welsh manor atop the highest hill in town. No one in town dared to go to the manor, some say the place was haunted, and others just found no interest in the old home.
Needless to say, no one knew that the Welsh's had relatives. The whole town knew Mary and James Welsh as the old couple who lived alone with no kids. In the entirety of them living in the manor, no had ever visited them, no relatives, no friends, no one. When the group of five entered the small town of Graveton, Texas, they spoke to no one, made no stops in town until they reached the manor, and didn't show their faces to anyone.
The gravel crunched under the tires of their truck as they reached the manor, parking right in front of the old place. Leilani was the first to get out of the car, her jean jacket clung tight to her body, and a small smile formed on her pink lips. Soon enough, everyone was out of the car and hauling their bags up the creaky manor steps and into the home. They all carried their bags to their own rooms, no one even speaking to one another.
The siblings came to the manor after hearing news of the old couple's passing, deciding to pose as their long-lost children in order to get the house to themselves. Of course, they weren't really related to the couple, merely needing somewhere to hide. To do this, they had to use names that weren't theirs and act differently than they usually did.
Their biological names were Leilani, Asena, Aurelia, Dreagon, and Dante Dragomir, better known in their hometown as the "Children Of Satan." Their mother and father had left when they were all still mere babies, opting for them to their the truth about themselves on their own. They weren't human, no, they were something much more dangerous, something much more feared than a human, sirens.
While they had been tormenting the small town for months at this point from the dark waters of the ocean that the town rested near, they all thought it was time they finally settled into a home in the town, of course, that didn't mean they weren't going to stop their hunts, no, if anything the hunts would be more frequent now. Their taste for human flesh and mischief filled a majority of their black hearts, but the sisters still felt something, or someone, missing from their lives.
