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A Sirens Call (Fox and Carabine)

UrbanFox

UrbanFox

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Nov 19, 2010
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Kent - UK
Dante stood at the end of the beach, his surfboard buried into the sand, standing upright next to him. In front of him stood an entire beach of sand and water, loads of bronze skinned poser boys and slim artificial girls played in the waves like children, Dante laughed at the sight, The waves here where perfect, the sand was a pure white and the coral under the clear water was a sight to behold. However the true essence of surfing was lost on this beach, Dante saw surfers rise and fall on their boards within seconds.

"The whole spirit of surfing isn't here." Dante said to a fellow surfer who's name was Steven standing next to him. "It is." Steven replied "You just need to find it. Why don't you try and find a girl to help blow things over." he said, motioning his fist and his mouth together. Dante chuckled cockily and waved him off. He tugged his board out of the sand and headed for the water.
 
With a brief sigh of disappointment, Aria leaned back against the reef rocks. That was her post, the corner of the beach. It was the place she could watch people interact with each other on a daily basis, and people could be entertaining. She had seen them falling in love, fighting, laughing and crying, all that from her front row, rocky seat; and she barely ever intervened with that. No, she was comfortable enough with being part of the audience, at least that's what had been happening until recently. Yes, recently, strange feelings were taking over her. She wanted to touch people, and to be touched, and had no idea why. There was a strange warmth that seemed to ooze from people's bodies, a warmth that invited itself into her. She needed to feel that heat.

Today, however, there was no heat. There was nothing to watch. The beach was a dead amalgam of boredom. People, how could some of them be so entrancing, and yet others so lifeless? For a moment, her eyes studied the pattern of the clouds in the sky, as her thoughts got lost. She contemplated the idea of coming back to the water, where she didn't need to hide her true form. As she gazed back towards the beach, though, she saw him.

There was a young man on the water, easily thwarting his way across the waves. His movements were secure, elegant, and surprisingly effortless. A strange curiosity crossed her mind, as she wondered what kind of sea storm would be a challenge for him. She quickly thought of making the waves grow bigger, more out of spite than malice, but eventually brushed it out of her mind. Instead, she just sat there, studying his movements, completely enthralled by them for what felt like seconds, but were really few hours.

Once he came out of the sea, she promptly plunged in his direction, not really sure of what she was doing. She had these strange urges, ones that she couldn't understand, but were strong enough to make her approach him.

With a shy, awkward smile, her pale, freckled face lightened up, her voice sounding more high pitched than intended.

"Uh... hi".
 
Dante had just spent the best part of three hours in the water, he longed to stay in it, but his compulsive need for food dragged him reluctantly out the water. He waded out of the water and buried his board upright in the sand again, the bright but dark green paint matching his eyes. He brought a hand up to his brown hair and ruffled it down so his fringe hung lifelessly above his eyes again. The final drops of clear water escaping his body as he set his foot on the hot dry sand. He spotted Steven on the waves, posing like all the others. he sighed and chuckled to himself, at least he could stay on his board. For Dante Surfing was something alot more than posing and getting the girls, It was about the freedom, bonding with the ocean. He remembered the first time he went into a wave tunnel, being surrounded by crystal clear water, He never wanted it to end.

The smell of frying meat brought him way from the waves. The stone tooth pendant bouncing on his chest with every step, however he only took three steps before a girl rushed up to him.

he stood their blankly after her greeting, She was slightly smaller than him and had hair as red as fire. He smiled nervously, as his mind wracked for a response. He looked at her up and down, before something that Steven said weeks ago cropped into his memory. Him and Steven where watching a sunset, or rather, he was watching a sunset and Steven was watching the female Volleyball team practice. Steven's relationship advice rang clear in his mind.

'If you see a girl you like, as in you want her for more than one night, treat her like crap, girls really like the cocky dominant type when it comes to going steady.'

This advice seemed ridiculous to Steven, but he gulped down his fear and adopted his cocky persona. "Maybe another time girl." He said, Throwing in a sexual glare. However as he turned to walk away his stomach did a backflip. He had seen many nice looking girls before, But she was a stunner. And truth be told, he had never been with a woman at al, Dispute his cocky attitude. he made a mental note in his head to kill Steven if he just screwed up all chances with that girl.
 
As she grew closer to him, she could feel an electrical field pulling them together. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. She stood there, carefully exhamining his face as he smiled. She felt an overbearing urge to touch him, to feel the texture of his skin, the heat of his body.

Then, he spoke. It wasn't until he was already walking away, his backs turned against her, that she absorbed what had just happened. Humans, they were all really rotten inside. She couldn't help but feel broken, violated. A tear fell down on her face, as she just stood there, dumbfounded, watching him slowly grow distant. Then, a second tear came down, and this one was not a tear of sadness. It was a tear of rage.

She quickly turned over to face the sea, and threw herself at it. This one, this human, was going to pay for it. Next time he set his foot in the water, he would be in for a big surprise.
 
As he scoffed the last bite of possibly the most greasiest hamburger in existence down his throat, Dante noticed Steven approaching him, surf bored in hand. His eyes pricked up as he was Steven, Dante wanted to ask him what the next step is.
"Dude, you're missing out on some serious tail here, there is this one girl who can-"
"Yeah yeah yeah." Dante interrupted, his patience wearing thin. "You said First thing you need to do is treat a girl like crap, I've done that, what's next?" Dante asked, spewing the words out desperately. As he looked into Steven's confused eyes. He noticed his expression change from bewilderment to one of gilt.

"Uhh, Dante, You never listened to that sort of thing before..." Steven said, scratching the back of his head nervously. Dante's eyes narrowed. "When I said that, I was taking the piss. Who was the girl anyway? We can fix this."

Dumbfounded, Dante began to describe the girl he saw. Who he knew not to be Aria, Whilst Steven nodded in recognition. "I know who you Mean, She sits by the rocks and just watches people, It's a shame Dante, she looked like a screamer." Steven Gave him a wink and slapped him on the arm playfully. "Go surf, you'll find another."
 
About a mile into the water, there was a reef formation advancing a few centimeters above the surface. It created a wall separating the beach from the truly open water, a wall few ventured beyond. Aria now layed face down upon it, her tiny, freckled body occasionaly getting wet from the few weak waves that were coming. Now that the sea was suddenly calm, children were flocking towards it, and most adults, especially surfers such as Steven went back towards the sand.

It was the calm before the storm. Aria adjusted herself upon the reefs, turning sideways to glare at the man she had met a few minutes ago. Even though she couldn't hear him, she has an uncanny feeling that he was talking about her. A slight mischevious smile lightened in her face, as she thought of all the things she could do to get revenge for the way he made her feel.

The sun dimmed a bit, and a stroke of wind started to rush through her hair. The waves were about to come back. A ray of light came through a small gap in the thick clouds that were now quickly covering the sky, bathing her body almost like a stage light, as she sat down and crossed her legs. It was time to be seen again.
 
Steven approached the waves, his board in hand as he dived into the shining ocean. He burst out from the water, his left arm around his board and is right arm hitting the water with fast clean strokes that powered though the water at an impressive speed. The waves where beginning to die down, But Dante didn't care, he would lie on his board and float until he felt them pick up again. Out in the water is where he felt most calm, but even lying face up on his board feeling the soft waves splash against him he still felt his rage fermenting within him.

With a sigh he relaxed himself, letting his guard down on the waves. He knew better than most that the sea can be unforgiving to those unprepared. But still let his defences lowered, the sea seamed calm and balanced and gently carried him as he planned a new approach if he ever saw the girl again.
 
Along with the rhythmic sound of the waves upon the rocks and reefs, Aria hummed a melody as she watched Dante slowly and obliviously being brought to her by the currents. There was no way back for him, she was positive about that: he was already hers for the taking from the moment he set his foot on her territory. There was, however, hardly any fun in just taking something without toying with it for a while first.

She quickly dove into the sea, and emerged behind Dante, softly shaking his board as she laughed coyly. "You know, with this grip of yours, even an eel can make you fall off".
 
Dante's mind became filled with romantic and dramatic images, he would approach that fiery petite girl, flowers in hand. His apology would be pure and heartfelt, worthy of an Oscar. she would understand and forgive anything, they'd laugh and date and kiss by a pink and orange sunset. He'd protect her, keep her warm and rarely let go of her. This perfect vision of a girl that hadn't even given him a name. He smiled at thought of it. It was like a saints vision of beatitude. Like the veil of things had been lifted by an unseen hand.

Then the hand let the veil fall, His board shook from an unseen direction, causing him to loose himself and plummeting into the cool and welcoming ocean. He burst into the air and grasped his board, Meeting Aria's eyes head on.
"You..." he whispered, probably sounding more accusing than happy to see her.
 
Her laugh was now shrill and cold, as supported her elbows on his board, facing him as he struggled to keep his grasp. "You must pay more attention to the sea, it can be quite treacherous", her tone was smug, and slightly dismissive, hearkening back to one of a kindergarten teacher. "Are you okay?", she leaned closer, not really interested in what his answer would be. "I'm sorry about that. If I knew you weren't such a lousy surfer, I wouldn't have done it". She insisted on pronouncing every word with crisp precision, as if her life depended on it. The more angry he got, the better.

She couldn't, however, help but run her eyes through him, doing her best to conceal all the lust she felt. It was only the second time she actually managed to get closer to him, the first time lasting about a few seconds. The closer she got, the more she wanted him, simple as that.
 
Dante felt an anger rise up inside of him, but he suppressed it, She had ever right to be angry at him. Yet he still felt the need to defend himself. "I'm a great surfer." He said, resting himself on the bobbing surfboard, their elbows touching ad he met her cruel eyes.
"Better than most around here anyway." He said, trying not to sound too arrogant. He said, offering a small smile. "I didn't catch your name?" He said, the whole apology process slipping from his mind. as he gazed into her eyes.
 
As she felt his elbow touch hers, she leaned a bit over him, her thin, pale and bare arms softly caressing his. "There are quite a few things you didn't catch, I'm sure". Even though she knew his arrogance was more than justified - he was, after all, the best surfer on the beach by more than a long shot - it was also quite amusing. Like most things human.

"You certainly like to talk big, but I'd try to learn how to keep the balance upon my board first, if I were you". Her tone was mocking, but slightly affectionate now, as if she didn't really believe what she was saying. She smiled and gazed back at him. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.
 
Dante's eyes flickered as the girl leaned in to him. He became drunk with her ever word, yet was not paying attention to what she was saying at all, His eyes focused on her lips, the beautiful lips that just inched closer to his own. His virgin mind making stories, connecting metal dots, signs that weren't there. He nearly lent in to kiss her, even leaning in slightly. Then he heard the last of her words.

"But I'd try to learn how to keep the balance upon my board first, if I were you."

He paused, unsure how to react, Steven's flawless advice echoed in his brain again, damning him yet again. 'If a girl insults you, insult her back harder, works every time.' How many times could Steven be wrong?

"Well, You don't look like much of a water girl yourself. Are you allowed to be this deep? Do you need a rubber digny?"

Dante had no clue what he was getting himself into.
 
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