His Pounding Sea

Chapter 6

Unknown P.O.V

I was bored out of my mind, and an unwilling yawn escaped my lips.

The dull wonders of the mortal world, I thought.

I was sitting at a table with nine other humans dressed up, all behind so-called masks.

Most of them didn’t even need it; they wore masks every day.

I shook my head at the cliché of these masks. If they only knew the danger at their table behind a mask...

I had my own mask, to my despair, but I had to blend in.

My so-called date, a well-compelled date, had made me wear one. She was talking away with her neighbor on her left, not bothered by me at all.

Not that I complained.

I was seriously not in the mood to have her whine at me the whole night.

I had successfully manipulated myself into being here tonight, not that it was difficult.

Now I was sitting and boring myself just to get a glimpse of my true and only mate, my love, my heart, and my world. Scylla….

Scylla, my one and only, reborn to be a human just so that she could escape the channel of Messina, now goes by the name Elena.

My eyes caught Scylla’s reborn father approaching the stage, most likely making the night drag even more.

I sat back in my chair, trying to make myself tranquil.

I internally laughed at myself; the chair was the least of my worries. I was used to being uncomfortable and constantly in pain and agony.

My heart has been broken over and over... Missing her, missing being with her, missing to... to... my c**k twitch just thinking of her...

My face broke into a smile, one of the pure pleasures of just the thought of having her.

Yes, I was and am utterly in love with Scylla, but my love is just as much a curse as a blessing.

Lamia, Scylla’s mother, a powerful witch, had cursed me with a curse so strong and powerful that it was impossible to break.

The power the curse has over me could ruin both of us. It could force me to lose control and murder Elena if she chooses another

My mind raced back to the stories of Lamia’s infidelity with Zeus. Hera, Zeus' mate, had received news that her husband was having a night of passion with Lamia, which had Hera outraged and cursing Lamia.

The curse Hera used was to force Lamia to go insane and kill her children in cold blood. She had lost all sense of reality.

It wasn't long after Hera's curse that Lamia found me. She was out on a hunt for her next victim when our paths crossed.

She found me cooing in my crib alone and decided to take me as her child.

At the age of two, I was changed into something sinister and evil and was gifted immortality.

I was created to keep her company, to hunt with her, to fill the gap of her lost children...

In my younger years, it was exciting, but as time went on, I wanted my own companion.

My head snapped to the voice booming over the PA system, seeing that Elena's father had finally made it up the stage.

I zoomed out, not interested in any of the congratulatory details.

My thoughts wandered off to my happier days. The days when only Scylla and I mattered

A soft smirk pulled at the corner of my lips. Scylla was one of the most beautiful creatures I have ever laid eyes on.

I had an immeasurable woman in my lifetime—not that I was proud of it, but it did calm the beast inside me.

I smirked at the idea of knowing that no other woman could ever tame the beast inside me like Scylla could.

They were a snack.

You see, I was more perilous than any vampire, more hostile than any werewolf, and more intimidating than any other mythical creature...

I was not only dangerously beautiful, which was exquisite, but I was not bound to blood, night, or even the moon.

I could move between all waters and land at any time and in any place.

I was like a ghost with a taciturn heart pumping death into my veins.

Folklore has spread wild stories and tales of my existence, and I enjoy the attention, living on their fear.

I had become arrogant as I showed them how powerful I was.

Killing left and right, leaving evidence of my hunts for them to find,

My canines extended at the idea of hunting, and small drops of venom danced on my tongue, waking the beast within.

The only proof that I was ever there was a small package I left for their families and friends.

My stories had gone cold in the years since I met Scylla.

The old folks have long passed on and have forgotten their stories of me, never telling their offspring about me.

That I have noticed in the last few years... Hunting was a bit different than centuries ago, but it didn’t keep me from enjoying the thrill of the hunt and the freedom it provided.

I just had to improvise a little.

My thoughts were broken when I heard Elena's name boom over the PA System. My gaze moved to where she had now left her table and almost lost her balance on the stage.

I could instantly feel her cheeks heat up. She was not much different from the Scylla I knew.

Just maybe clumsier.

Her crimson cheeks were glowing against her pearly white skin. She was still as beautiful as the day I met her.

We were both happy with what we had, or so I thought.

I felt remorseful toward the girl on stage. Her stiff posture was noticeable.

Her heartbeat was hammering out of rhythm in my ears.

I could feel how afraid she was—so uncertain of her surroundings.

She didn’t want to be there.

My head snapped to the left of our table, and my hand instantaneously pulled into a fist.

I couldn’t help myself, and a growl too low for anyone to hear escaped my lips.

"Does this boy have a death wish?" I hissed through clinging teeth.

The boy had no clue that I could hear his thoughts—not that I wanted to hear any s****l fantasies of any sort; I surely didn’t even want to hear them about the woman I love and respect.

I was about to get up and knock him off his chair when a tiny little redhead walked toward the boy. He pulled her into his lap and whispered into her ears. She, in turn, let out a giggle.

His date looked at the two in disgust, and she became red out of anger.

A cheeky smile reached the corner of my lips, and the phrase, If looks can kill, ran through my mind.

If his date was anything like mine, both would have been dead by now.

The redhead got up just as fast as she arrived and left, and minutes later she returned and whispered something in the boy's ear.

My body froze, and anger boiled through my veins.

He wouldn’t dare, would he?

The boy got up and excused himself from the table, heading toward the porch.

I followed after, not even stopping to excuse myself from my date. Not that she was worried; I haven’t been the most pleasant company she's ever had.

I found the boy waiting patiently on the porch.

“Hi,” I said, keeping my voice low and calm as I held my hand out for him to shake.

“Hi, I’m Jason.” He turned and shook my hand. “Did you perhaps see Elena on your way out?” he asked.

“Uhm, well, yes, I did.” I lied: “I believe she went towards the beach and walked that way.” I gestured with my hand to the beach, toward Elena's home.

“Why would she do that?" He asked, confused, "I have told Alice to tell her to wait for me here...”

For a few seconds, he stood frozen in place, thinking about what he wanted to do next.

“Oh well, I had better leave... I have a princess to catch and make her mine,” he said as he winked at me. "Nice meeting you..."

He turned and left, walking in the direction I showed him.

I let out a relieved breath.

I could already feel how much I would enjoy tearing this boy apart, with the beast clouding my senses.

A cold chill ran down my body. I enjoyed the adrenaline that kicked in, and my body started to shake. My canines extended...

I was halfway through my transition when my nostrils flared with the most enchanting scent: forest and wildflowers.

Scylla…

She was close.

Her scent made my body relax, and the beast quieted down.

Excitement took over, and I turned around, stalking after the intoxicating scent filling my body and nostrils. I let my nose follow her scent toward the beach.

I came to a stop when I found her standing alone under the full moon, looking over the waters.

I should have known the waters would call her...

I made my way to her and stopped a few feet behind her. I was careful not to startle her.

“Hallo Scylla!" I called when I saw her, watching Elena shiver at my voice.

I suddenly wonder if Elena noticed that I called her by a different name.

I waited and held my ground. I needed to see if Scylla would recognize me.

Elena slowly turned around, her face confused.

I couldn't wait any longer and closed the gap between us, standing a foot apart from her.

She lifted her head slowly toward me. Her eyes carried confusion; she c****d her head to the side and scrunched her eyebrows together.

"Do I know you?" She whispered...

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