Brandy’s origin-Siren’s Desire

*This story is underneath my folder titled “Siren’s Desire”. Gacha Club character designs are under this forum: https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?f=27&t=117842&start=75. Enjoy!*

The year was 1983. Sixteen year old Brandy Winston was at the beach with her family, on a summer vacation in none other than Moon’s Beach. Brandy sat on the sand, her blond hair blowing in her face as the ocean waves crashed by. She liked the beach, but she wished that the sun wasn’t so hot and that the sand didn’t get everywhere. She could feel the itch of it crawling through her pink bikini, the sand of it seemingly determined to make her body as soft tree bark. Combined with the smell of the salted ocean and the strong, overpowering scent of sunscreen slathered on her and she was just about ready to go back to the hotel.

But her parents wanted her to stay with them for “family time”, so she could not leave. Not until they were done.

Brandy looked down at sea shells, taking in the colors that seemed to shine with the sunlight. That was one thing she found beautiful about the beach. The way that the sea shells looked like glittering gems tucked in the folds of a blanket, waiting to be picked up. Perhaps she would do just that.

She reached out to grab one, but then, she heard it. Faint at first, then seeming to rise with the waves. Nobody else reacted, as if it were only for her. A song that was more than that. It was delicate and dangerous, beckoning her to take hold on the rhythm and never look back:

“So long I’ve been all alone

This heart of mine is all bone

But a bone heart still beats

A barren heart still loves

In the void of the ocean

I wait by my lonesome 

Won’t a fair maiden heed my call?

And lie here with me, side by side?

There’s more to life 

Than fearing how you’ll die 

Love waits for no one but the right

No one but the ready

And I’ve been more than ready

For your sweet kiss”

Brandy didn’t think. Her body had moved on its own towards the water, swimming to the melody’s notes. Her parents didn’t notice and she didn’t care. Whatever it was that called to her needed her and how could she ignore such a song? So full of yearning the voice-it sounded like a boy-was. She knew that feeling. She dreamed of finding true love, of finding somebody to trust indefinitely, someone to pour her whole heart out to. That was what she was supposed to do, right? That’s what her friends did. That was what the girls in the movies did. So why didn’t anyone love her like that? Was there something undesirable about her? Something she could not see? What?

The boy was pleading to her and she could not ignore him. So on she swam until she was floating somewhere in the middle, far from the shore, in an infinite void of dark blue and thick, white veins.

There was a cave just five feet away from her. It had many gray and misshapen rocks tumbling on top of each other, dead fish bones scattered on them. A teenage boy lay there, his skin as white as the wave bubbles. His silver hair reached down to his shoulders, dripping with water. He had green eyes darker than the algae, purple and blue-toned marks surrounding them as if he were sick and starving. His torso almost looked translucent, his claws clicked on the rocks. But what caught Brandy’s eyes the most was the bottom of him.

He had no legs. In place of them was a long, misty-blue fish tail, the ends of the tail slightly ripped, as if he had been attacked a few times by something else. Maybe by something else in the deep.

Brandy never saw anybody like him before. Somebody so deathly and yet, his decay had made him glow all the more enchantingly. She wished that she were closer to him, so that she could watch him, hold him, hear him sing forevermore.

His eyes noticed her and he stopped singing. The boy seemed to study her, waiting for something, searching for something. She stayed completely still, not daring to move away from his sight.

After a few minutes, his cracked lips quirked up into a smile and he jumped into the water. She didn’t have to wait long before she felt his arms wrap around her legs and pull her into the waves, his silver hair flowing around his face like a cloud.

His hand caressed her cheek as he brought her closer…closer…closer still…

Brandy was fully in his embrace. She held on tight to him, her legs wrapped around his tail. A boy wanted her. A boy loved her. She couldn’t leave him. Never. He needed her and she, him. So she would stay. Even if it meant that she never got to see her parents a-what?! What was she doing? She couldn’t leave her parents! Why was she in the water? She couldn’t swim, she-

Teeth sharper than a knife sunk into her neck, pain like the time she twisted her ankle when she was eight years old, except fifteen times worse. Brandy’s scream was muffled under the ocean’s swirling surface.

He was truly a boy who’d never let her go.