Chapter 4- Beach attack!

The brunette girl with curly hair gave me a radiant look, She seems so sweet and lovely, but there was something sinister behind her brown hazel eyes. It reminded me of a smile with a certain darkness on her beautiful face, a smile I had perceived before, although I couldn't recall with whom.

"In Greek and Scandinavian mythology, the mermaid is a demigoddess who lives in the oceans and with her songs, she can seduce men" - he responded. In that moment, his attention was completely focused on me.

"What do you do? Do you study ancient mythology or something similar? " - I asked, releasing a laugh.

"No, I only like to study in general"

"I like your laughter - he told me. - It sounds like the songs of a mermaid. - He added, causing me to bite my lip while listening to his compliment. That did not seem to please his new friends, who looked at me disdainfully. One of them, was wearing a golden dress, She looks beautiful but something on her made me feel uncomfortable, like if there was something dark and secret on her eyes.

"I'm a scientist, I work with artificial intelligence.""

"With robots?" - I asked.

"Well not only robots, but yes, I love working with robots" - he explained. In that moment, I understood that it was the first time he had brought up the topic the whole night. His companions hadn't asked about his work, or maybe they already knew him well enough and didn't need to talk to him about himself.

"And tell me about you" - He wonders with kind

"What you do makes a difference, and you have to decide what kind of difference you want to make in this world. What do you do?" - He keeps his eyes on me, I didn´t blink and my face burned.

"Wow, that's fascinating. I would love to work with robots " I said with my gentle voice, softer than usual and very seductive. "Although I'm afraid they might be as intelligent as humans".

"And I study Art History, and I am a singer... as well" I said with seductive voice, one part of that version wasn´t totally right, but all the mermaids from Oceania use to sing to protect our world.

"Nothing in life is to be feared, only understood" he replied "Singing and music is a beautiful art, congratulations"

"Thank you" I said slowly.

At that moment, the redhead let out a sigh and made a gesture of boredom. She joined her companion with thick, dark lips and brown hair. I noticed that both of them were speaking in a low voice and had their eyes fixed on me. The third girl who had been beside them listening disappeared without me realizing it.

"I think I have interrupted you."

"No, not at all, we were just talking."

"About robots? " I wanted to know, raising an eyebrow.

"No, actually we were talking about genetics."

"Genetics?"

"Yes" At that moment, He took a sip from his drink and I could observe his arms. I let out a gasp that resonated in a hushed voice, but he seemed not to hear me.

"You seem to be very wild and savage." I told to him.

"I'm a rebel without a cause."

"Like a criminal" I said jokingly.

"Well I don´t see you like a criminal type" I answer to him

"All of us have secrets, and the aparience sometimes is not certainly near to reality" - He explained.

"You also look wild inside" He told me.

"Me? Maybe you are right. I meant more like wild, like a beast, like an animal " I said, looking at his hairy body. Mer-man usually didn't have much hair, in fact, they didn't have hair on their back or chest. But he had a beard, hairy arms, and even the base of his neck covered in hair. Rather than causing me disgust, something dormant and nested inside me suddenly woke up with ardor and curiosity.

My grandmother used to always tell Yryhnna that hairy men were the most passionate. I tought for myself, Yryhnna was the only one of my sisters who met my grandmother.

I glanced at his pectorals and couldn't help but imagine him making love to a woman, his warmth, his hairy body. At that moment, our eyes met, and blushing, I looked down at his chest and let out a slight moan. And then I heard a scream.

"It's a full moon!" Someone shouted. I turn my head to find that terrifying and scared voice that was so familiar to me.

"Yryhnna!" I exclaimed before running towards my sister, but it was too late. A werewolf had pounced on her, and next to her was the black-haired, fair-skinned woman with golden dress who had been talking next to us at the bar. She lay on the floor on top of a mirror and a dark puddle. I looked at my tearful-eyed sister, with her firm chin, the same determination my father showed when going into battle. Yryhnna was going to fight for her life, I knew it instantly as I ran towards her. All I could see was a wolf-like beast, with a hairy back and huge claws coming out of its arms, standing at least three meters tall above my sister.

The people start screaming, and in that moment, I run between the tables towards where my sister was. My jaw drops and my nails grow into sharp claws, two sharp fangs sprout from my teeth, and I sink them into the arm of the werewolf attacking my sister, screaming with strength. In that moment, his arm throws me to the other side and launches me into the air. I land on a couple of tables a few meters away and feel a deep pain in my hips.

I watch as other men transform into beasts, leaving their human forms behind. Some of them tear apart and dismember people as they run and advance among them. A hand pushes me on the shoulder and helps me to stand up. My sister, Seila, extends her hand to me, I grab it and run behind her.

"Follow me! Quickly!" we run between the tables of the restaurant and head towards the bar. My face, which had transformed into that of a mermaid ready to attack, regains its normal features.

I watch in amazement as Yryhnna, transformed into a furious mermaid, sinks her fangs into a werewolf and scratches his face, twisting his neck mercilessly until he dies. My sister runs through the crowd.

I turn my back to the crowd and slide down the stone wall, landing seated, disconnecting from the sound of everything around me. I send a telepathic message to Yryhnna.

"We're safe, hiding behind the bar in the restaurant."

Yryhnna runs towards the bar, guided by my voice. My older sister had the gift of clairaudience, she could easily hear messages from angels and the spiritual plane. It was a gift given to her by an angel, Samantha de Ageón, when Yryhnna was born as the firstborn of our parents.

"Are you both alright?" she asks, joining us behind the stone wall. Her eyes fill with tears as she holds Seila's face with one arm and me with the other.

She starts to cry softly.

"We're fine," Seila responds.

"I saw a Irish Syren," Yryhnna says. "She attacked me first, then confessed that this was an ambush, and the werewolf jumped on her."

"She's dead, the werewolf tore off her heart before she could transform into a bird."

In that moment, I remember the girls with mysterious looks and seductive faces next to me at the bar. How could I have not noticed them so much?

"Oh my God. I saw them in their human form too, they were trying to seduce a guy, probably to devour and kill him afterwards." I put my hands to my lips, and my heart jumps in my chest. I couldn't say the last words out loud.

"We have to help them," I say firmly.