Siren (27 page)

Sirens were not Boy Scouts, Evan thought, as he worried the rope off the hook in the dark closet of a cabin. Thank God.

Ligeia had essentially hung him on a hook to come back for later, but he’d quickly realized that he could loosen the knot enough to bounce it off the hook. The next step was to find a way to get the rope off his wrists, and there, she’d done a pretty good job of imprisoning.

Evan heard a gurgling scream through his tiny headphones. Bill was in trouble and needed his help, but he was literally tied up.

He looked around the cramped space to see if there was any sharp edge he might wear the rope against, but couldn’t find anything. Wood and bones did not a knife make.

Bill’s voice began to sputter, as if he were swallowing water. Evan swore. He couldn’t stay here and let his friend face Ligeia alone. Though what help he could be without hands, he didn’t know. Determined to find a way to do something, he gripped the door handle with both hands and twisted. It opened to a slight swoosh of displaced water, and Evan shambled out toward where he’d last seen his friend.

The twisting shadows of two people circled each other in the dark water just ahead. He moved closer, still trying
to figure a way to free his hands. In his earphones, he heard Bill choking.

“Hang on, man,” he answered. “I’m right nearby. I can see you, I just have to figure out how I can help.”

Evan held his wrists over a jagged piece of wood sticking out from the broken hull. He tried sawing the rope back and forth on it, but quickly realized that it would take hours to free himself that way. No real edge, no friction. He shrugged and decided to at least try to buy Bill some recovery time.

“Coming in,” he announced, and dove off the floor toward the two. He kicked hard with his feet, pushing with his bound hands for steerage through the otherwise quiet water. He saw the black air tube hanging off the back of Bill’s oxygen tank, a chain of bubbles rising from it toward the surface. Evan kicked his way closer to his friend, and with both hands reached out to the tube, shoving it toward the hole it should have been connected to. In his zeal, he collided with Bill and sent the both of them sinking toward the bottom.

Bubbles still rose from the tube and Evan saw Ligeia darting through the water straight at them. He fumbled again with the tube, positioning it over where it should connect, and then pushed hard, again. This time Bill rolled away, but Evan saw that the trail of bubbles seemed to have stopped. In seconds, he heard Bill’s coughing again, and a raw whisper of “Thanks, Evan. That did it.”

And then Ligeia was there in front of him.

Evan twisted himself around 180 degrees and readied his feet to kick. As she turned with a smile to look at him, he unleashed his best right foot hook, straight to her jaw.

But Ligeia didn’t go down.

She didn’t even flinch.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” she laughed in his head.

She reached out and pulled him close to her, kissing him quickly on the mouth before pushing him away, and then delivering a hard kick to his forehead. Evan saw stars, and fell away from the two of them, as Bill yelled in his ear, “Evan, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Evan answered blurrily, as he sank to the floor.

Above him, Bill took the opportunity Evan had given him and stabbed hard at Ligeia with the speargun. When she turned back to face him, he swung his hand through the water to punch her, but the natural fighting motion of a man aboveground does not translate to a workable fighting motion below waves. Ligeia captured his fist in midswing and laughed in his head, twisting his arm away from her and toward himself. With a knee, she delivered a blow to his groin, and Bill gasped and contracted to a fetal ball as she connected, nearly dropping the speargun in the process. She grabbed onto him and pulled him closer, opening her mouth to follow the blood of her last bite, and enlarge the source. She was hungry, and Bill offered fresh meat and fear. Plenty of fear, and Sirens loved the taste of that. Fear and lust were Ligeia’s favorite seasonings.

“You’re all the same,” she told him, as her eyes widened, and her teeth grinned like a shark’s maw. “So cocky you think you own the world, and you don’t even know the first thing about the world.” She reached down to cup his groin and whispered, “You all think we want to suck one thing, but you’re
dead
wrong. I can tell you this: I will enjoy sucking your soul.”

Then she leaned into his neck and encircled him with her arms; arms that were tight as cords of steel. This was a black widow of a woman, not one to let her prey walk
away. She pressed her mouth to his rubber-sheathed neck and bit through the ragged wound she’d gouged there before. Bill brought his arms around to pound as hard as he could at her back but it did no good. He tried to bring the tip of the speargun around to catch her, but instead, she bit down hard on his neck and he dropped it, the black metal slipping quickly into the dark green of the waves to disappear on the bottom of the ship’s floor.

Evan didn’t miss it. He watched the speargun plummet, and pushed his way toward it as soon as he saw where it was likely to land. He couldn’t fight Ligeia hand to hand in his current state, but if he could get a finger in the right place on the gun, he could find a way to operate it.

As Bill screamed out in pain in his headphones, Evan scooped up the black metal of the gun as it touched the slick, dark wood of the ship’s floor, and hugged it to him as he positioned his fingers in a way that could operate the mechanism. Satisfied that he had the trigger ready, Evan kicked off the bottom and returned to the fray, this time ready to really help.

“Evan, this is no Ophelia,” Bill groaned in his headset. “This bitch is mean.” His friend coughed and gasped before adding, “I don’t know what you see in her.”

A tear slipped from Evan’s eye at that, as he considered what Ligeia had done to his family, and now his friend. “I don’t know either,” he answered. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” came his answer. “Just stab the bitch!”

Evan kicked his way closer to the embracing couple, and saw the fog of Bill’s blood beginning to cloud the water around them.

Instead of swimming all the way up to her, Evan checked his ascent and positioned himself directly behind her, until the soft globes of her buttocks were level with his eyes. Then he fumbled the speargun up until
the point of its hook stared down the spot just between her shoulder blades. In his mask, Bill screamed again. Closing his eyes, refusing to watch the decimation of the woman he’d loved, Evan squeezed his finger against the trigger of the gun, and reeled backward at the kickback as the spear ejected. It slipped through the water and connected with a small plume of red against the cream between her shoulders.

As he tumbled in the dark water, the orange of his spotlight shone against the white skin of Ligeia’s back and Evan couldn’t help but see the silver steel of his spear protruding from the center of her back. Her arms lifted and reached behind, grasping for the thing that had bit her. As she did, Bill pushed away from her to freedom. Ligeia turned corkscrew in the water to see her attacker, and her eyes widened.

“You’re mine,” her voice said in his head. “You will always be mine.”

Evan shook his head as Ligeia drifted down, blood coloring the water in her wake. “No,” he said. “I will always be mine.”

He kicked away from her toward Bill, who left his own shadow behind in the water. “Are you okay?” he asked, as he pushed a shoulder into his friend’s wet suit.

“I’ll be better when we get away from her.”

“I’ll second that,” Evan agreed. He looked behind to see Ligeia settle to the muddy deck of the ruined ship, her body shuddering and kicking as she struggled to remove the spear from her back. “Let’s get out of here?”

Bill nodded, and then choked as he did so.

“Bad move,” he gasped.

“Can you still swim?” Evan said.

“Yeah,” Bill answered, but then added, “Shit.”

“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t think we’re out of this yet.”

Evan followed Bill’s gaze down to the deck of the ship and swore himself. Ligeia was gone.

“What the fuck, man. I hit her with a spear that would take down a shark.”

“She’s more than a shark,” Bill answered.

“She wasn’t when I knew her,” Evan said.

“Women are deceiving,” came the somnolent answer. Bill’s head started to slump, and Evan pushed at him with his twined fists.

“Come on, man,” Evan begged. “Don’t lose it now.”

Bill coughed. “It hurts.”

“Let’s go home,” Evan said. “But you’ve gotta stick with me. I can’t do this one on my own.”

Bill groaned.

“I mean it,” Evan insisted. “I can’t swim, remember?”

Bill coughed again. “You’re going to have to now,” he said. “I don’t feel very good.”

The sound in his headphones wasn’t good. Kind of like a gasp and an asthmatic wheeze combined with a cry.

“Come on,” Evan urged, and kicked his feet. An overwhelming sense of desperation overcame him then. How could he save his friend when he himself couldn’t swim, and didn’t even have the use of his hands? But he knew, at the same time, that he had to try. He couldn’t let Bill die here, for him. This was Evan’s war, Evan’s mistake. His folly.

Evan kicked hard, using energy in lieu of skill to push the two of them through the hole in the ship and out into the bay. They had just made it through when he felt something touch his back. Evan turned away and looked into the sea-soft eyes of Ligeia. She locked into his gaze and in the back of his mind he heard her say, “We will always be together. You were meant to be mine.”

He shook his head as she wrapped her arms around his.

“No,” he insisted, and reached around her to feel the steel tip still protruding from her back. “No,” he said. “You killed everything that I love. I could never be yours.”

With that, he grabbed the haft of the spear and pulled it toward himself. He could feel it move within her, and Ligeia’s eyes widened as it made its way through her ribs and belly to exit her flesh. When Evan felt the tip of his own spear poking him in the stomach, he released her.

“Die,” he said quietly, and pushed his feet off her chest as he held on to Bill and pressed them both toward the open water of the bay.

He looked back only once, to see Ligeia collapsed on the black wood of the old boat’s timbers as they swam out.

“Sarah,” Bill said after they left the shadow of the boat, and Evan nodded, kicking as hard and fast as he could to aim them at the bay’s bottom, toward the place where he knew his wife’s body lay.

Sarah’s face looked peaceful in the false twilight beneath the waves, and Evan hesitated to even touch her. But then Bill whispered in the microphone to “pick her up” and he found that he couldn’t resist. He had to hold her one more time, even if they didn’t bring her to shore.

Evan slipped his arms into the mud beneath Sarah and pulled her close. She hung away from him, slack and unresponsive in death. But Evan pulled her tighter, trying to find some last magic of Sarah trapped in this dead flesh. This was the woman he had loved all these years. She had been his friend and lover and sparring partner. They had hated each other and loved each other in ways that nobody would ever understand. They had created Josh, and they had almost died in the loss of Josh.

And now…as he looked at the still-quiet features of
her here, beneath the strange foggy current of Delilah Bay, Evan finally totally realized that he had lost her too. That mouth would never share coffee with him in the kitchen at five in the morning. She would never put on lipstick in the bathroom and leer at him to ask if she looked “like a slut.” She would never kiss his lips and then his nipples and then his cock again, and her eyes would never look up at him from a position of submis-siveness and say, “I love you.”

The million times that he had played her poorly slipped through his head and in a heartbeat he wept for them all and begged forgiveness. And then he slipped his roped arms over her head in a sling and held her to him, and struggled to lift her from the ocean floor before saying quietly in his microphone, “Bill, I’m going to need your help.”

Somehow, Bill slipped his arms around the two of them, and with weak but experienced feet, he guided the three of them toward the shallow expanse of Delilah Bay, and eventually, when they were close, Evan was able to take over, and in the end it was the power of his feet that dragged the three to shore. Sometimes, it is the least likely who find that the only way is the way they would never consciously take.

Evan found his way, as he held on to the body of Sarah, and the gasping form of Bill. And as he pushed them toward shore, he thought once more of Josh, and of skipping stones on a quiet bay.

“Let me touch you now, forever.” He whispered their old favorite song. “Just this one last time.” He cried just a little as his head finally broke the water.