Siren's Song, NaNo 2008, Chapter Eight

The flight landed in Vegas, first thing in the morning. Senga was excited. As soon as she got off the plane, she could feel the change. It happened in every city she went to. There was a pulse, a thumping that couldn’t be denied. And she loved it.

“Ready for some action?” Hades asked, grinning over at her.

Senga laughed, “Maybe, I’m exhausted though. Kinda wanna just go and unpack and sleep for a very long time.”

“You’re no fun! We should go to a casino. Or a bar. Or both!” he bounced a little, tugging on her arm.

“Maybe tomorrow, let’s just get to your place for now. I really need to sleep.” She said, yawning to illustrate her point. Maybe she was exaggerating, but she wanted to get used to the city slowly. She had a feeling Andy wouldn’t find her here.

Hades nodded. “Ooooookay.” He even pouted a little. “Baggage check is this way.” He said, tugging on her hand to lead her in the right direction.

She just smiled and was lead. Glancing around and getting her bearings. The terminals had slot machines. And it was awesome.

Siren's Song, NaNo 2008, Chapters Six and Seven

Senga went back to her car, alone. She needed to get out of there. Trying to party and be happy with her friends just wasn’t in the cards tonight. She’d done the rounds, congratulated her friends, and hitched up her skirts and beat a path out of there. Couldn’t stand watching them celebrate.
Her powers were nothing to laugh at. They’d manifested a little early, but no Sirens were needed. The Fates had let that slide. As a Siren, she could control men with the power of her voice. The Siren language was a force to be reckoned with, and no mortal man could resist it. She’d made that mistake with Andy, figuring it would put an end to the abuse she’d suffered at his hands. But it hadn’t.
She got into the car, laying her head on the wheel, and sobbed. She had no one now. Her friends were gone, and replaced with the gods of old. She put the key in the ignition and put the car into reverse. She needed to get back to the apartment and sleep. Ohhh, glorious sleep.
As soon as she reached the building, she knew something was wrong. The door handle to the tenement was broken. And when she went inside, the other tenants stared at her, wide-eyed and scared. Senga climbed the stairs to her floor, and rounded the corner to her room. The door had been flung wide open, and her possessions strew like garbage throughout the hallway.

Siren's Song, NaNo 2008, Chapter Five

“And she's watching him with those eyes
And she's lovin' him with that body I just know it
And he's holding her in his arms late late at night
YOU KNOW I WISH I HAD JESSIE’S GIRL
I WISH THAT I HAD JESSIE’S GIRL
WHERE CAN I FIND A WOMAN LIKE THAT!?”

Henry was singing along at the top of his lungs in the passenger seat. Paul had his fingers in his ears, and Senga had to drive. And was thinking dark, dark things. Like justifiable homicide. Henry rolled the window down and shouted the lyrics of the song out at random passers by, while Paul leaned forward and tugged at his seat belt to get him back in his seat. 

Siren's Song, NaNo 2008, Chapter Four

Life went on in Chicago, Senga waited tables, and sang at open mic nights to make rent. Paul was preparing for his ceremony, boning up on his history and reading the ancient texts, studying the language and words he’d be expected to be proficient in. Senga would come home from work, and find him curled up in the little floor space they had around the scrolls, and she’d do her best not to step on the age worn parchment. He was nervous. He’d been waiting for this his entire life, since it was declared at his birth he’d be Poseidon. Senga remembered her mother telling her about the child rites, how Senga cried and cried as she was held by Clotho, and was anointed with olive oil and water from the River Styx by Atropos, and her position was announced by Lacheisis. Her mother cried when it was announced Senga would be a Siren.

Siren's Song, NaNo 2008, Chapters Two and Three

A much older Senga cradled her Jack and coke in her hands, as she sat in a smoky bar in Chicago. She smiled, remembering her younger years. Now she was 22, and much wiser. Though she hadn’t grown into her hair. It was still as wild and curly as it had been when she was a child.
“Hey, Kitt. Back to Earth!” Her friend Paul snapped his fingers in front of her nose, bringing her out of her thoughts. “You’re on in a few minutes, you know.”
She sighed and downed the rest of her drink. “Yeah, man, I know.” She coughed on the alcohol as it burned its way down her throat. “I’m not nervous, or anything.”
“I never said you were nervous. Just keep it together. We don’t need 100 men following you home tonight.” He said, snorting into his pint glass.
Senga just stared at him with that black look that she was famous for. That look could strip paint off walls, make men’s balls shrivel and fall off. And Paul knew that, as he looked down at his glass. “Wow, I never knew beer could be so interesting…” he said; he knew he’d hit a nerve.
“And now, let’s give it up for a newcomer to our humble bar, Senga Kitt!” The emcee made an overly dramatic flourish on stage, waiting for Senga to get up there.
“We’ll finish this later.” She made a pointed glance at Paul, and picked up her guitar and headed up to the stage.

Siren's Song, NaNo 2008, Chapter One

"Mama, sing me a song." Senga curled up underneath her blankets, ready for bed. Her mother smiled, and tucked the Little Mermaid sheets in around the small 5 year old girl. "How about a story instead, little one?" she asked, switching to her native language, the language of the Sirens. She motioned for Senga to respond, in the same tongue. Senga nodded, "Yes, mother!" Her mother smiled, and sat beside her daughter on her bed, giving her her favorite ragdoll, and beginning the story.

As yet untitled Senga/Tucker project

“That one’s been eyeing you all night.”

“I think she’s looking at you.”  Agent Tucker Smyth took a sip from his Jack and Coke, and glanced around the loud, brightly colored nightclub.  Even though he was supposed to be working, he couldn’t help but notice the women around him, all as bright and colorful as the club itself.  Their significant lack of modest clothing helped as well.

His superior, Agent John Radner, rolled his eyes, and drank his water. He was not enjoying himself, however, and looked like he would be more at home amongst desks, pencils, and paperwork.  

It wasn’t long before one song ended, and another began. A loud whoop echoed through the club, and both agents turned to find the source. There was a gorgeous young woman climbing up onto a table to dance.  Agent Radner rolled his eyes, and took a sip from his glass muttering something about young people these days.