She felt herself distancing herself from both what she was doing and the man. The first snowstorm of the season blanketed the night. Chunks of icy snow beat outside, clinging to the cheap hotel window.
The man gasped. Sasha watched his facial expression. This too was part of the norm for her now. As hard as it was to watch the man literally fuck her to his death it was either him or her. No matter what, Sasha was a Siren at heart and survival of the fittest was inherent to her species.
He started to gasp in earnest but because pleasure overrode the hounds of hell chasing him, he kept up his assault on her body and even licked his lips in glee. His fingers moved from her hips to clutch her breasts and she couldn’t help but notice the grime under his nails. The minute he climaxed his heart gave out. Sasha liked to think all the men she’d killed had died with a smile on their face because the alternative made her hate herself a bit more every day.
Careful to gather her things, she buttoned up her black wool winter jacket and pulled her no-nonsense wool cap tight over her ears. Sasha hated being cold and if she were a Siren she’d simply regulate her internal body temperature. Since she was now technically human she always made it a point to dress for warmth during the winter season. Fishing out her car keys from her purse, she strolled out of the motel room without a backward glance.
She brushed the snow from her hair and kicked the white stuff packing the sidewalks. Two blocks from the motel she noticed the start of Christmas lights lining roofs and lawns. The lights always made her happy. While Sirens didn’t celebrate Christmas they certainly knew all about parties and the miracle of life. Sasha felt melancholy. She longed to be able to return to her realm but more than that she wanted to feel loved. Christmas always pulled at her passionate nature but this year it felt more difficult.
Just once Sasha wished she could enjoy a man without guilt.
Sasha recognized there was a part of her that longed for the tender caress of a man’s hands on her body and more than that she ached with the desire to want to give something more than just the kiss of death. However, a man would never care for her deeply again. The Sea Witch had made certain of that.
Two more blocks and Sasha spotted her car. She clicked the pad on her key chain and her Escalade lights turned on. The doors unlocked. She reached in the back and wiped off the snow. She slid into the seat, turned on the engine and cranked the heat high. With ease the large black SUV cut through the snow so Sasha could drive as if a cyclone were chasing her. Sasha was glad the windows were fogged up because she couldn’t stop the steady stream of tears. They flew down her cheeks unchecked. She hated the fact that she cried now. Before, when she’d caved into the curse’s demands she had hit a bar and gotten drunk. As a Siren alcohol hit her twice as quick and there had been a time she’d embraced that. Not so anymore.
An hour later she drove the car in the hospital’s underground lot. Driving to her reserved spot, which had her name plate, Dr. S. Rivers, embossed on a plaque, she parked the SUV and fought for composure. She used her hand to clear her window and noticed someone had stuck an elf sticker on her parking plaque. Any other time that might have made her smile. Not tonight. Hard to believe the battle-thirsty Siren now used her skills to heal. If only the Sea Witch could see her now. Or maybe not thought Sasha, fearful the witch would send more curses her way.
Sasha changed in the vehicle out of her skimpy clothes and into more professional attire, equipped with her white coat and stethoscope. She checked her face in the mirror and yanked off the red wig. She wiped off any remnants of make-up. Dr. Sasha Rivers looked and acted like an ordinary, somewhat plain, doctor. She never dressed up and most certainly didn’t wear four-inch heels to work. The heels were
The man gasped. Sasha watched his facial expression. This too was part of the norm for her now. As hard as it was to watch the man literally fuck her to his death it was either him or her. No matter what, Sasha was a Siren at heart and survival of the fittest was inherent to her species.
He started to gasp in earnest but because pleasure overrode the hounds of hell chasing him, he kept up his assault on her body and even licked his lips in glee. His fingers moved from her hips to clutch her breasts and she couldn’t help but notice the grime under his nails. The minute he climaxed his heart gave out. Sasha liked to think all the men she’d killed had died with a smile on their face because the alternative made her hate herself a bit more every day.
Careful to gather her things, she buttoned up her black wool winter jacket and pulled her no-nonsense wool cap tight over her ears. Sasha hated being cold and if she were a Siren she’d simply regulate her internal body temperature. Since she was now technically human she always made it a point to dress for warmth during the winter season. Fishing out her car keys from her purse, she strolled out of the motel room without a backward glance.
She brushed the snow from her hair and kicked the white stuff packing the sidewalks. Two blocks from the motel she noticed the start of Christmas lights lining roofs and lawns. The lights always made her happy. While Sirens didn’t celebrate Christmas they certainly knew all about parties and the miracle of life. Sasha felt melancholy. She longed to be able to return to her realm but more than that she wanted to feel loved. Christmas always pulled at her passionate nature but this year it felt more difficult.
Just once Sasha wished she could enjoy a man without guilt.
Sasha recognized there was a part of her that longed for the tender caress of a man’s hands on her body and more than that she ached with the desire to want to give something more than just the kiss of death. However, a man would never care for her deeply again. The Sea Witch had made certain of that.
Two more blocks and Sasha spotted her car. She clicked the pad on her key chain and her Escalade lights turned on. The doors unlocked. She reached in the back and wiped off the snow. She slid into the seat, turned on the engine and cranked the heat high. With ease the large black SUV cut through the snow so Sasha could drive as if a cyclone were chasing her. Sasha was glad the windows were fogged up because she couldn’t stop the steady stream of tears. They flew down her cheeks unchecked. She hated the fact that she cried now. Before, when she’d caved into the curse’s demands she had hit a bar and gotten drunk. As a Siren alcohol hit her twice as quick and there had been a time she’d embraced that. Not so anymore.
An hour later she drove the car in the hospital’s underground lot. Driving to her reserved spot, which had her name plate, Dr. S. Rivers, embossed on a plaque, she parked the SUV and fought for composure. She used her hand to clear her window and noticed someone had stuck an elf sticker on her parking plaque. Any other time that might have made her smile. Not tonight. Hard to believe the battle-thirsty Siren now used her skills to heal. If only the Sea Witch could see her now. Or maybe not thought Sasha, fearful the witch would send more curses her way.
Sasha changed in the vehicle out of her skimpy clothes and into more professional attire, equipped with her white coat and stethoscope. She checked her face in the mirror and yanked off the red wig. She wiped off any remnants of make-up. Dr. Sasha Rivers looked and acted like an ordinary, somewhat plain, doctor. She never dressed up and most certainly didn’t wear four-inch heels to work. The heels were
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