Chapter Nine

7 Hours 1 Minute Until Execution

“So, Aria and Sonata really get on your nerves huh?” Princess Twilight asked perhaps the most obvious question which had been made painstakingly apparent at this point.

“You’re not that bright for a bookworm…” I rolled my eyes.

As expected, she ignored my insult, she seemed to be quite remarkable at doing that. One could insult Princess Twilight Sparkle for days on end and she probably would just brush it off without much thought. I suspected she might even be immune to conventual insults. A part of me was tempted to call her a worthless cunt just to see what it would do, but the somewhat mature part of me resisted the urge.

She shrugged. “I guess I didn’t notice myself when I met them. I mean Aria can be a bit of a downer, but they didn’t seem that insufferable…”

“All they ever do is complain, as I mentioned before. Trying to get any appreciation out of them is like trying to squeeze blood out of a stone!” I hissed.

Twilight leaned in thoughtfully, reaching a hoof forward. My eyes were drawn to it until I heard her speak after. “You wanted to feel appreciated by them.”

It wasn’t a question, but an assumption; a stupid one. One that I had already dismissed.

Pulling my hoof away from being touched by hers, I grunted. “I told you before, don’t fucking analyze me, Twilight Sparkle. Pay close attention to what I’m about to say here: we’re not friends. I’m a dead mare walking and you’re the executioner; do not forget our roles here.”

“Yet you seem to be opening up to me and then closing back down… Why is that?” Twilight asked.

Sweet Luna she was frustrating. Nothing made her back off, and the annoying part was that since I was locked in that cell, there was nothing I could do to escape her badgering questions of stupidity. The only option available to me was to sit there and take the annoying abuse she was putting me through and then complain about it.

If there was an award for the most persistent person I had ever met, it would go to Princess Twilight Sparkle, no contest. She was relentless and didn’t seem to care what kind of trouble it got her in.

“Maybe because you’re constantly fucking with me…” I replied.

“I’m just trying to hear your story,” Twilight defended.

Naturally, I expected her to have an answer to that, she had an answer to everything after all.

“Yeah well… Try and do it with a little less personal analysis, okay?” I grumbled.

Twilight giggled and nodded, though I doubt she had any intention of adhering to my request, it wasn’t in her nature. Somehow though, deep down, I guess I wasn’t too bothered by it. It was her “thing”, her quirk, the thing that made Twilight Sparkle who she was. She analyzed people, and that was the nature of who she was. She couldn’t turn it off, because that would be denying a basic part of herself.

Part of me wondered what others would think my “thing” was; probably just being a miserable bitch.

“When you and Shimmer… Err…” Twilight tried to mince her words.

“Kissed?” I asked with a raised brow.

She nodded with a blush. “Yes, that…”

“What of it?” I shrugged.

“Did you… Feel anything?” She was blushing even deeper asking that question.

“Was I supposed to?” I raised a brow.

“Well… You know…” Twilight looked away, rubbing her neck nervously.

A grin came to my face as another opportunity to tease the Princess of Friendship presented itself. “Why Twilight Sparkle, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to live vicariously through me.”

She yelped and shook her head. “No! That’s not it! Honest!”

“Who would have guessed that the Princess of Friendship was such a voyeur!” I taunted.

“Me!? No way! I’m not a voyeur!” Twilight shook her hooves in front of herself frantically in her own defense, trying to dispel the thought before it spread any further.

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at how defensive she was being over the accusation. I actually almost fell out of my chair as I did. “Oh fuck! Your whole face is redder than a fucking tomato! I can’t believe it!”

Twilight covered her muzzle with her hooves, though the red tint in her face was not dispelling. I had clearly hit her where it hurt in that regard.

“I swear you get too much fun picking on me…” Twilight pouted, her lip extended.

Wiping my eyes from the tears of laughter, I came back up to the table and leaned over it, letting my laughs stifle down to a bare chuckle before speaking. “What else do I have to do? I am a siren, after all, I feed on the discontent of others, remember?”

Twilight wiggled her nose and removed her hooves from in front of her face. She sighed and shook her head. “You know, there I more to like than getting under others’ skin, you know?”

I shrugged. “What do I care? I’ll be dead in about seven hours anyway, right?”

“Fair point…” Twilight frowned.

There was a short silence between the two of us. I could tell something was working in Twilight’s mind, but whatever it was, she wouldn’t say. As simple as she was to read on the outside, I continued to feel like there was more going on inside that wouldn’t be so simple to figure out. After all, this mare was appointed princess for a reason, right?

It’s odd that despite all I had been through, despite my own death being only mere hours away, I still found time to question the inner workings of Princess Twilight’s mind. I should have been more concerned with my own death that awaited me, but somehow that thought was on the back burner of my mind, hardly at a simmer even.

It must have been telling my story that put my mind at ease. Truthfully, not all of it was bad stuff, some of it was actually mildly enjoyable even. Though I knew the harder parts were coming up.

“So, you had a fight with the other two sirens then?” Twilight asked, trying to turn the discussion back to the story.

“I wouldn’t really call that a fight,” I replied plainly.

“You screamed at them and stormed out, that sounds like a fight if I’ve ever seen one, and I’ve seen my fair share. Rainbow Dash and Applejack bash skulls every time they’re locked in the same room together after all,” Twilight lectured.

“Trust me on this, when you hear more of the story, that little episode between us will look like nothing,” I informed.

That statement only caused Twilight to blink in astonishment. “It gets worse?”

“It’s me, Twilight. You should always expect it to get worse, don’t you think?” I smirked.

“Well, what happened after you went to meet up with Shimmer after that?” Twilight asked curiously.

I chuckled and shook my head. “You’re too eager, you know that?”

“We only have a limited amount of time to talk about this, so it’s probably best we get back to it, right?” Twilight lied.

I could tell she was fibbing, but I decided not to press her on the matter, and instead just roll with it.

“Fine, but if I tell you more, then you have to do something for me,” I proposed.

Twilight blinked and sat up straight. “What would that be?”

“I want some of my questions answered, fair?” I grew a stern look to tell her that I was serious.

She locked eyes with me and studied me for a few seconds before nodding, not taking her eyes off of mine. “Very well, I’ll answer some of your questions to the best of my ability, fair?”

“I guess we have a deal then.” I leaned back and closed my eyes in thought.

“Let’s see… I guess we should start right after I arrived at Shimmer’s place and skip the stupid bus ride over, since nothing eventful happened, except some homeless asshole hitting on me…” I stated.

“Awww, I was hoping to hear about that.” Twilight’s tone reeked of sarcasm.

“Sorry, but as you said, we’re on a schedule.” I grinned as my eyes opened.

“Fair enough.” Twilight nodded.

“So, when I got back to Shimmer’s place, things were starting to get a little strange, not gonna lie.” I contorted my face to one of confusion.

“Strange how?” Twilight tilted her head.

“Well… You see, the thing is…”

Aria and Sonata had really gotten under my skin, I mean more so than usual, though I don’t know why. I mean, yeah, they badgered me about shit that wasn’t their business, but that wasn’t anything out of the usual for the two of those idiots, right? Pissing me off and annoying the ever living hell out of me was almost in their DNA. Sometimes I wondered if they were my biological sisters or something because I hear that it’s in their DNA to be annoying twat waffles to their siblings.

What? You’re a sister? That explains so much. Oh calm down, Twilight, I was just joking, fuck. Don’t get your mane in a bunch, alright? Can’t fuck with anyone these days, can you?

Anyway, the point was that those two had royally pissed me off, I needed to cool off somehow, it just so happened that Shimmer presented the perfect opportunity. It was perfect really, I would be far away at a place where the two of them wouldn’t know where to find me, and I’d also be away from other people too, more than likely with weed to boot, so I could sit back, light up, and relax with perhaps the only person that was laid back enough to not bother me with stupid bullshit. I have a low tolerance for stupid bullshit in case you haven’t figured that out.

When I arrived, the gate was already open, and there at the front of the gate was Shimmer, sitting in her Mercedes. I was thankful for that because it would have been a hell of a walk from the front gate to the front door. Seriously, why do rich people feel the need to have their door so fucking far away from the actual entrance to their home? Is it some kind of fetish about being charioted to their house?

She rolled down her window and stuck her head out of the car gesturing for me to come around.

Walking up to her side of the car, I stuck my hands in my pockets and tried to act casual as I observed her. The spiked choker on her neck was interesting and went well with the whole gothic thing that she had going on. It was an accessory that I hadn’t seen yet, but it worked with her.

Along with that, I noticed her earrings were a set of spiders dangling which made them appear as though they were hanging from their own webs attached to her ears.

All of that was accompanied by expertly done makeup. Her mascara and eyeliner gave her eyes the right look that made them stand out even more than usual. I could tell she likely spent some time in the mirror every morning to accomplish art like that. Yeah, I agree, Twilight, some people never care about how many sacrifices it takes to be attractive, Shimmer was one of those people. While I would spend any amount of money for it, she would dedicate any amount of time and spend the cash.

I tilted my head as I stood there. “Sup?”

Yeah, I know, a very lame line.

She didn’t seem to mind as a smile came to her face, her black lipstick making her smile a little more interesting. “What’s up with yourself, hot stuff?”

I rolled my eyes. “Nothing, I guess…”

She nodded and looked at the steering wheel before turning back to me. “Wanna drive?”

I blinked and looked the car over before raising a brow at her. “I’m a drug dealer, a criminal and you want me to drive this car?”

“I trust you, besides I have more of them.” She chuckled. “I’m not particularly attached to this car.”

“Maybe you have bad judgment, besides, I can’t drive anyway…” I admitted sheepishly.

“Really?” Shimmer blinked.

“I don’t have a license, is that so surprising?” I asked.

“I guess not… I would have thought you did though, it’s easier to transport drugs when you don’t have to do it on foot or by public transportation, you know?” Shimmer shrugged.

There definitely were times where I wished that I could legally drive a car. It would have made getting from A to B easier. The truth was, it would have been far easier to exist in the human world if I had some kind of legal documentation. I don’t even know how someone like Sunset Shimmer managed to pull it off years later.

I looked away, trying to remain as aloof about it as possible. “No one ever showed me how…” I lied, well partially anyway, as that statement was true, but it wasn’t the full reason as to why I didn’t have a license.

With those words, Shimmer unbuckled her seatbelt and gestured for me to move. I stepped back as she opened the door and stepped out. She retrieved the key and tossed it to me. “Get in,” she commanded.

I just stared at the key for a few seconds and then met her eyes. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am, get in the car.” Shimmer demanded.

Sighing, I knelt down to climb into the vehicle and sat down on the expensive leather seat. It was a bit different being on the driver’s side for a change, but I took a breath and closed my eyes as I heard the passenger side open. Shimmer stepped in and buckled her seatbelt before I opened my eyes and looked at her. “Are you sure about this?”

She nodded. “First, buckle your seatbelt.”

“You’re really sure about this?” I repeated.

“Yes, now buckle your seatbelt.” Shimmer nodded again.

“Like, you know that I have no fucking idea what I’m doing?” I placed my hands on the wheel with a brow raised still.

“Dagi! Stop arguing! Buckle your seatbelt!” She grunted.

Sighing, I shrugged and grabbed the aforementioned belt and buckled it. “Okay, now what?”

“Start the car, put the key in and turn it.” She gestured with a turning motion with her left hand.

Obeying, I placed the key in and felt the engine come to life as I turned it. It was a pretty odd feeling, but somehow it made one feel powerful to have control of such a fierce machine like that. A girl could get used to a feeling like that, I guess.

“Put your right foot on the brake, it’s the left pedal.” She pointed to the floor.

“Can’t I just use my left foot?” I asked.

“No, you only use one foot while driving. Trust me on this. Right foot, brake, now.” She pointed again.

I followed her orders and pressed down on the brake.

Once she was satisfied, she nodded and took my right hand and placed it on what I now know as the gear stick. With her hand atop of mine, she shifted it to the letter “R”.

“Keep your foot on the brake, for now, check your mirrors to see behind you and we’re going to turn around. Turn the wheel in the opposite direction you’re trying to go when you go in reverse, okay?” She gave me a stern look.

Exhaling, I nodded and looked into the mirrors. Fortunately, there wasn’t anything nearby in Shimmer’s long driveway that I could possibly hit. So I looked back at her for instruction.

“Alright, let go of the brake, and put your foot on the gas pedal next to it, gently press as you turn. When you’re about ninety degrees from where you started, brake and put the car in drive-by shifting up to the D, okay?” She instructed.

I smirked. “So you want me to go to the D, huh?”

“Shut up and do it.” She rolled her eyes.

I shrugged and did as I was told. It was awkward at first, but somehow I managed it without any trouble. Once I had shifted up to drive, she gestured for me to go ahead. “Foot on the gas, and then guide us up to the front door. Take it slow while you’re getting the hang of it.”

Following the orders I was given, I found myself strangely enjoying the activity. I wouldn’t say I was amazing at it, as I definitely took my time getting used to how hard to press the gas pedal and did a few abrupt jerks forward while I experimented, but ultimately, I found a way to smoothly glide across the road toward the entrance.

Shimmer sat in silence as she kept her eyes on the road the few times I peeked over at her.

When we came close to the entrance, she spoke up again. “Slow down by slowly pressing the brake and when you come to a stop, put the car in park by shifting to the ‘P’.”

Nodding, I did just that, and while the care came to a rather jerky stop, it was tolerable and she didn’t complain when the car stopped moving. Once it was parked, she looked out her window and nodded before looking back at me with a tender smile. “See, we’re still alive.”

She really knew how to bring you from a high to a low.

“Gee, thanks…” I grumbled.

“I’m kidding, you did well. We can practice more some other time. You’ll be driving in no time, promise.” She winked.

“I guess… If you want to waste your time teaching me such a pointless thing…” I shrugged.

“Admit it, you liked it…” Shimmer leaned in.

I looked away and spoke almost under my breath, but loud enough for her to hear. “Maybe a little…”

“I know how you feel, I get tempted to go top speed in this thing sometimes. Maybe there was some truth to that shit they said in the 20s where women got too excited when going fast in an automobile?” She sniggered.

I hadn’t a clue what she was talking about, given that I wasn’t too familiar with the history of automobiles before you ask, Twilight. I surmised it had something to do with the fact that human society was extremely sexist until sometime in the past fifty years.

Yeah, supposedly men controlled the world for the longest time. Yeah, I know it’s weird. Men are stupid, so I’d imagine all they managed to do was fuck things up. Though, that’s not to say women aren’t stupid too, because frankly I’ve seen some dumb fucks in my day. I recall a comedian in the human world once said: “women are crazy and men are stupid. Women are crazy because men are stupid.”

“Maybe…” I played along, obviously not having a clue.

She undid her seatbelt and tilted her head toward the door. “Come on, let’s light one up.”

Nodding, I undid mine too and followed. That was perhaps the best idea I had heard all day. Hell, it still sounds like a great idea, I wish I had some weed right now. We could smoke it together, Twilight! Oh come on, don’t be that way. You are such a killjoy.

We wandered inside and found our way into the living room. Sitting down next to her on the couch, she reached into her top and retrieved a small bag from her bra and winked. I rolled my eyes. “Shit, with how big your tits are, I would imagine there isn’t much room in there to store anything else…”

“Bras are like extra storage, a girl like me has to learn to master where to store things, since I wear skirts and dresses a lot,” she explained. “And thanks for noticing my tits, I put a lot of work into making sure people notice them.”

I rolled my eyes once more. “Well, when everything you wear has fucking cleavage it’s hard not to notice them…”

“All intentional.” She winked.

Girls like her were why men got so many mixed signals and thus sexual harassment became more likely, for sure. She prided herself on being such a tease, I was almost jealous. As a siren, I can honestly say she’d have made a superb siren herself.

She produced a bong from under the coffee table and began to load it up and then lit the thing, taking a long puff before offering it to me.

I didn’t waste a second before sucking down the smoke and allowing it into my lungs. I savored it for a brief second before releasing and offering it back to her. She repeated the action herself before passing it back.

Once I had it the second time, I took it a bit slower, letting the feeling envelop me, I could already start to feel a small high coming my way, it would only take a little more before I could feel it all through me. I slowly inhaled, taking in as much as I could handle before exhaling, releasing a cloud of smoke into the room with a smile.

I leaned back on the couch and let out a content sigh as I passed the bong back to her. She frowned as she looked at me. Blinking, I asked what was wrong.

“You aren’t going to cuddle with me?” She gave a pouty face.

Sighing, I rolled my eyes and lifted my arm to allow her to come closer. Taking the opportunity, she scooted over and rested her head on my shoulder as my arm came down and landed around her shoulder, holding her there. It was awkward at first, but somehow the warmth of her body was soothing, like something that belonged there almost.

She moved slightly to get more comfortable before taking a puff from the bong and offered it to me. She held it in place while I leaned in and took a long drag, releasing after and leaning back.

“See, you should come over more often, we can do this more often.” She grinned.

“Get high? Isn’t that like… What we always do?” I questioned.

“Yeah, but we can make it more interesting.” She winked.

“How so?” I raised a brow.

As if being challenged, she took a long drag of the bong and held it in, gesturing for me to come closer with her finger. As I leaned in, she pulled my shirt collar and locked her black lips with mine, exhaling the smoke into my mouth. A small bit escaped from between us, but she kept our lips locked as the smoke escaped a little bit at a time before she let me go for a brief second to exhale the rest.

Once the smoke had exited my lungs, she came close again and pulled her lips back into mine, this time her mouth opened more, inviting me in, her tongue gently tapping against mine to give me the signal to play with her’s. Following the signal, I did what came to mind, though I guess it was far from natural for me.

Wait? Are you blushing, Twilight? You so are!

Our tongue rubbed against each other’s for a few seconds before the kiss broke, and she rested her head against mine. “You’re getting better…”

“You must be delusional…” I looked away, a bit embarrassed, admittedly. Oh shut up, you would be too.

“Might be the pot talking? Is that what you’re suggesting?” She giggled.

“Something like that…” I shrugged.

She leaned back against my shoulder and shook her head. “Nah, I’ve kissed people when I was higher than this. You’re getting better, slowly but surely. Though you need to work more on being forceful. You’re supposed to be the dominant one.”

“Says who!?” I grunted, a bit annoyed.

“Oh come on, you’re far more masculine than me. I can’t steer forever, you have to take charge eventually.” She giggled playfully.

I wanted to argue, but she had a point. “I guess that makes sense…”

“It’s okay, I like you as you are.” She winked.

“Thanks… I think…” I sighed.

“So… These roommates of yours…” She began.

I knew that unpleasant conversation would happen eventually. “Gee, remember when we were talking about getting high? That was cool, wasn’t it?” I tried to change the subject.

“Stop avoiding the topic…” She frowned.

Somehow, her frown worked on me. “What about them?”

“You said they were giving you a hard time?” She asked.

I sighed and shook my head. “They’re just so fucking needy and whiny, you know? I do so fucking much for them, and I seldom get a thank you out of them. All they ever did is bitch, piss and moan…”

She stayed quiet while I rambled doing poor imitations of them. “Adagio, we’re out of cigarettes! Adagio, can you tape my show for me? Adagio, I’m hungry and there’s no food in the apartment! Adagio, there’s no more hot water!”

My impressions, while poor, certainly were entertaining to her as she was snickering at every single one, probably due in part to the nasally voice I gave for the two of them.

“It sounds like they rely on you,” she suggested.

That statement was true, but I didn’t want to admit it at the time. “Yeah right, more like they leach off of me.”

“If you hate them so much, why do you hang out with them?” She questioned.

Realistically, in my mind, I didn’t have an answer to that, but I bullshitted one. I figured telling her that we were an entourage of magic sirens from another world wasn’t exactly an option. Thinking about it now, I supposed it was because there was strength in numbers.

“I guess we’re just stuck together at this point. I never really considered why we stick together, it’s just how things have always been, and I don’t really like change that much…” I frowned.

“Change can be good, you know?” Shimmer suggested.

I looked over at her with a squared eye. “Change for me has been statistically bad. Seldom does it work out in my favor.”

“Maybe you just need to keep trying.” She winked.

She was too optimistic for her own good. She somehow could only see the good in me when there was an ocean of bad looking her right in the face. Maybe she was naive, or maybe I was the naive one. It was hard to say.

“Not bad, Dagi. You sold more than everyone else this week. You’re going to keep me in business,” I heard the voice of Striker came through my phone.

“No problem, just make sure you have enough for me when I swing by next week, alright?” I replied as I leaned against my bed.

“No worries there. What’s gotten you so motivated, lately? How’d you start selling so much, so quickly? Someone lit a fire under your ass and I wanna know who and how, some of my other guys could use that fire,” he said.

I shrugged, not that he could see me. “Dunno, guess I’m just tired of living in a world of shit. Maybe one day I can get out of this fucking underbelly of the shithole we call downtown Canterlot?”

“Girl, you keep this up and I’ll get you the penthouse sweet of the uptown district.” He chuckled.

“I’ll hold you to that, Striker.” I smirked.

“Totally, alright, I’ll let you go crank one out or whatever it is that girls do.” He laughed.

“Fucking gross.” I rolled my eyes.

With those words, I hit the end call button and stuffed my phone into my skinny jeans’ pocket and decided to poke my head out of the room. As expected, the other two were still gone, and I was starving.

Coming out of my bedroom and locking the door behind me, I sighed and made my way to our pathetic excuse of a kitchen. Opening the cupboards, all I could find were boxes upon boxes of Lucky Charms cereal. They’re this stupid kid’s cereal with marshmallows in it. Sonata buys a fuck ton of boxes because she’s a child. You’re welcome for the explanation since I knew you were about to ask; yes you are that predictable, Twilight.

I groaned because I wasn’t exactly a fan of breakfast cereal, especially at noon. I had come home from Shimmer’s place late and crashed on my bed, I was still wearing the same outfit from the night before even. I knew a shower awaited me, but at that moment, I didn’t exactly care.

Opening another cupboard, I was greeted with a box of crackers which I groaned at. The carnivore in me was craving something with a lot more protein. Well without magic to feed the proper way, I had to fall back on instincts, Twilight.

Opening the fridge, I located a fairly low-quality cut of steak that was tucked in the back. I checked the expiration date quickly, before deciding it was safe to eat, as I walked over to the stove and retrieved the only pan we owned and started warming it up. The scratched up teflon pan took some time to warm on the old stove, but it was getting the job done. Within a few minutes, I had a steak searing as I stood there with a hand in my pocket and the other on the handle, trying to get a meal going.

I didn’t bother with any seasoning, I was just so hungry that I wanted anything, and was too lazy to try and elevate the food any. I’d likely just eat it standing at the counter anyway was my thought process.

The sizzling of the pan was making my mouth water.

It was a perfect moment almost, me, a steak cooking, and no Sonata or Aria. I was actually enjoying myself for a change until I heard the sound of the front door to the apartment creaking open, causing me to groan in annoyance.

As if the gods hated me, Sonata had arrived home to ruin my good time. Without wasting a second, she found her way into the kitchen where I stood cooking. I shot her a simple “what do you want?” look, which she returned with an uneasy smile.

“What?” I asked, making sure my tone was harsh enough to signal that I wasn’t interested in talking to her.

“Just got home,” she said plainly.

“Do you want a fucking medal?” I asked, reaching into my other pocket to retrieve a cigarette and a lighter. Flicking it, I lit the stick and placed it between my lips, taking a long puff.

“No… I just was trying to make conversation…” She frowned.

“Awesome conversation starter, got anything else?” I asked as I took a long drag of the cigarette.

Her face looked so pathetic. The kind of pathetic that made you want to puke. Sonata was a master at looking pathetic, but somehow this face she was making was more so than her usual ones.

“What?” I asked.

“Just… You’ve been acting different lately,” she meekly replied.

I looked away and focused back on my steak as I took another drag from my cigarette. “I’m the same as I’ve always been…”

She shook her head in disagreement. Always a naysayer that one.

“Nuh-uh. You’ve been really distant, constantly avoiding us, and last night you just stormed out after you promised you’d hang out with us!” She protested.

I knew she was going to bring that up, so I had already preemptively calmed myself down regarding the frustrating subject. “Look, I’m sorry, okay?”

“Adagio… If you’re doing something… Something you’re not supposed to… You can tell me, you know that right?” She took a careful step toward me, her hands in front of her chest.

I raised a brow before pulling the cigarette away from my lips and exhaled smoke. “Sonata, we’re both evil magic sirens from another universe who drain others energy for sustenance, at what point are we not doing something we’re not supposed to?”

“That’s not what I mean…” She frowned.

“Then what the fuck do you mean?” I growled.

“That…” She pointed at me.

“What?” I responded.

“Your attitude! You’ve been more aggressive than usual, and you’re being extra secretive about stuff… What’s going on, Adagio? What are you up to?” Sonata questioned.

“Nothing, I told you…” I rolled my eyes.

“What’s that black stuff on your shirt?” She pointed.

Looking down, I noticed at the collar of my shirt, a black smudge from Shimmer’s lipstick was lingering from when I had adjusted my shirt after wiping some of it off my face. I had forgotten about it on the grey top. I cursed internally for not being that attentive. “I was trying on some makeup, I got it on my shirt.” I lied.

It was a good lie actually, I totally gave it out with a believable tone and everything, I was actually kind of proud of how well I had lied there. I knew you wouldn’t understand the pride taken in a good lie, Twilight. It’s not really your thing after all. You can’t lie worth a damn.

Naturally, given the quality of my lie and the low intelligence of Sonata, she bought it. She shrugged and forced a grin. “Black isn’t really your color.”

“Yeah, I realized that now…” I rubbed my neck awkwardly after I placed the cigarette back in my mouth.

Her smile only started to grow as she revealed what she was thinking about. “Hey, remember that time when you spilled all that black paint on you?”

I rolled my eyes but smirked. “Yeah, you two started saying I should start singing death metal after that. It took a week to get that shit out…”

She nodded. “Yeah, and we had to use that special shampoo to get it out of your mane because you didn’t want to risk using paint thinner, remember?”

I found myself laughing, oddly. “You two scrubbed for what felt like hours to get that shit out.”

“And the entire time Aria kept saying we should just cut it off!” Sonata snorted.

“And I said…” I began.

The two of us spoke in unison as we remembered. “You cut the hair and I cut you!”

The both of us broke out laughing for a good few seconds before we took a breath or two to calm down. I took a drag of my cigarette before realizing my steak was done. I stabbed it with a fork and transported it to a nearby plate, letting it cool for a moment.

Sonata sighed contently as she came closer. “So… We’re still a team, right?”

I looked down at the food in front of me and then back at her. She was such a girly girl, even the way she stood, with her arms in front of her, pressing her tits together. I don’t even think Sonata knew how much guys were always staring at her.

“Yeah, we’re a team, always…” I said quietly.

“C-can I…” She made a pouty face.

I sighed and nodded. “Yeah, whatever, just this once, okay?”

Gleefully she hopped forward and pulled me into an obnoxiously tight embrace. I almost dropped my cigarette, but I held still for her, placing a single arm around the girl patting her back. It would have been completely normal except for one statement she made.

“You’re the best, Adagio…”

I blinked and frowned as I thought about it. The more I thought, the more I realized it was undeserved praise. The reality was, I wasn’t the best. I had failed these girls, and I was doing things that were forbidden for us sirens. I was getting close to a mortal, what’s worse is I had kissed her, several times now. Worse than that still… I didn’t care. I knew of the curse that plagues our kind, but I just didn’t care.

6 Hours 10 Minutes Until Execution

“You mentioned a curse?” Twilight asked.

“I figured you’d bring that up…” I rolled my eyes, wishing for a cigarette.

“Well, it’s certainly piqued my interest…” Twilight admitted.

“The Siren’s Curse… The thing that holds all of us siren’s back… The thing that keeps us in check…” I spoke quietly.

“What is it though?” Twilight asked again.

I sighed and leaned back in my seat. “How about you just keep listening to the story, alright? I’ll get to that, I promise.”

“Alright…” She said with a nod, readjusting herself in her seat. I knew she was all too eager to hear more, the little knowledge sponge.

I should probably warn you that this next part is a little difficult to tell. I’ll do my best, but it may help if you kept quiet this entire time, alright? It’s awkward enough as it is.

So, we had gone back to Shimmer’s place once more after I got done selling stuff. It had been a good two weeks since we had hung out in person, so up to that point, she was just texting up a storm to me. Things were pretty cool for a while, and we met back up once again. She let me drive her car once more, well, more like she forced me to and I could feel myself getting better at it.

Forcing us inside the house, the moment the door behind us shut, she stepped forward and gripped my shirt, pulling me in for a deep kiss. Shocked at first, I didn’t know what to do, but I sort of eased into it, allowing it to happen. Her tongue, of course, came into play, but this time I knew what to do.

Giving the girl what she wanted, I placed a hand behind her head, and gripped her hair, giving a gentle tug as we locked lips. She cooed and moaned delightfully as I did so.

Her body pressed up against mine, she pulled herself closer and closer. I could feel her soft breasts resting on me as she held me there, not allowing me to escape her kiss which seemed to last forever.

Shimmer moaned and nipped at my lip as she kissed, finally parting from it with a gentle pant. To say the girl was thirsty would be an understatement. “Fuck, I wasn’t expecting to get mauled when I walked in that door…” I stated.

With lusty eyes, she nodded and smiled. “Sorry… But I missed you…”

“You’ve been texting me non-stop, how can you miss me?” I raised a confused brow.

“No, I meant I missed you being here… In person…” She grinned.

“You don’t have anyone else to swap saliva with?” I asked.

Giggling, she shook her head. “You’re the only one, I want to with.”

I had never really considered the possibility that someone would exclusively want to be kissing me. I guess it’s probably because prior to her, I had never kissed anyone. Sure, I loved being adored by others, but actually being with them had never occurred to me.

“Why though?” I blinked.

She giggled and ran a finger down my cheek, stopping at my collarbone. “I’ve been teaching you, so you’re getting good at it.”

“Yeah, I’ve been wondering about that…” I blushed and looked away.

“Oh?” She looked up to see me.

“Why are you teaching me that shit? What’s the point?” I asked.

A devious grin crossed her face as she leaned back, her hands still on my shirt. Gripping the top button in her hands, she undid it and began working her way down to the next. “So I can do this…” She giggled.

I reached down and grabbed her hands in my own to stop her. I couldn’t let it go further, I knew I couldn’t. Everything inside of me was telling me that I needed this to stop, to not progress beyond this point. If I allowed it, I was going to regret it. I was going to allow something to happen that a siren should never do.

She just looked up at me with serious eyes. Her stare, her gaze, it was mesmerizing. Enough to make an old idiot like me completely forget everything. I released her hands and let my arms fall to my sides.

With a nod and a giggle, she undid the next button, and then another before she had all of them undone. She smiled as she saw the expensive Victoria’s Secret bra I had on. “Oh my, red… It suits you…”

“It matches your hair, I guess…” I rubbed my neck nervously.

She slid the shirt off of my shoulders, causing me to stand there gripping my arm awkwardly as I looked away. I wasn’t exactly a well-endowed girl, but somehow she didn’t seem to mind. If anything, I was skinny and built like a beanpole.

Coming forward, she planted a kiss upon my neck then another on my collarbone before looking up at me with devilish eyes. This girl, her power over me, I didn’t understand it. I guess in a way, I didn’t want to understand it.

She spoke with a sultry and gentle voice as she looked up at me in her black zip-up dress. “Aren’t you going to do me now?”

I blinked, and a large blush crossed my face. “H-huh?”

“You’re not going to undress me now?” She rephrased her question.

“I… Uh…” I rubbed my neck nervously.

Giggling, she reached forward and grabbed my hand, taking it around behind her and placing it on her zipper.

“Sunset…” I began.

“Hm?” She cooed.

“I… We… We shouldn’t do this…” I attempted.

“We spend a lot of our lives doing what we’re supposed to… Sometimes doing the wrong thing can feel so much better though, can’t it?” She grinned.

Somehow, despite my better judgment, her words melted away my concerns. I pulled down on that zipper and there was no going back from there. Another Tennant was broken that night.

Author's Note

I know I said this story would be back in January, but a lot was going on! I'm back now though! I actually sat down and wrote this entire chapter in one night when I was feeling "the groove" so to speak.

Also yes, sexy time with Shimmer.