The wind blew through the holes running across a few cuts under a pair of black cut up pants and just above where my boots ended at the top of my calf. I lost my leather jacket to a gravestone and my shirt had half as many cuts as my pants. The only heat I could feel was my own blood running from the top of my hairline down to about my cheek bone. I should explain what got me here, in the middle of the woods when I was looking down at a well lit bar, also known as the promised land of beer and horneys.

The memory of that old cracked wood was burnt into my skull from looking up at the unembellished house I called a home for now. I had too many questions and not enough answers. I had heard about a man who could tell me more about what I was and in hopes of returning myself back to what I was before this monster, I set out to find him. All I had was a direction and a small calculation of where I was going.

Not far off from a gravel road I found a bar, my first observation was this wasn't it and I should keep walking by. It was ratchet and crawling with fat men looking for something more than his hand tonight. The place alone looked like you would get a STD just by touching the bathroom stall door. Then why did I go in? I thought someone inside would help me and point me into somewhere other than a foot of leaves and cars honking at my ass. Lucky for me, my hunch was right but if all was well and decent I wouldn't be telling you this little story of mine from up here and I wouldn't be trying to hold a breath.

Whistles, not a sweet serenade like my own, it was like they were calling for a dog the moment I walked in the door. It was nothing more than men and liquor with a pool table. There was no need to stand around here with some Jack and get any conversation sparked with these half wits just to find out where I needed to be and to talk to some man I didn't even know. So, my stop was at the bar trying to talk to the tender.

Excuse me.

He never answered.

Hello.

Still not an answer.

If you do not turn around I am going to....

I could feel a vague bush on my back before it slide down to my ass, the class in this place was overwhelming. I rolled my eyes, brushing it off along with the man who walked away to brag about his "big move" on me. The only big thing about him was that gut he had carrying around in the front of him.

I need some help, anyone?

Nothing. I let my eyes roll before getting ready to get a small serenade going to get attention. That was until the fun of my night started.

I can help you with whatever you need Darlin'.

No, i just need to talk to the bar tender.

You said anyone, I am in fact an anyone.

No, you are not an anyone you are an imbecile looking for something other than a butt hole and your hand to have fun with.

I could hear the men in the back whispering. Coming here might have been a bad idea but I wasn't leaving until I got some answers as to where I was going.

Now you look here little lady...

Are you talking to me or the pimple attached to your balls you consider a penis? Either way I'm not going to look at "little lady" or anything else on your body for that matter, and you have a lot of matter apparently.

Laughs busted into the room as I turned around to face the man. He wasn't in a laughing mood apparently.

Listen bitch...

When you stop thinking with your pimple in your pants and use the right brain I will use my ears instead of my back to hear you speak, ok?

I turned around before feeling my hair pulled from my head. I fell off the bar stool and felt my feet miss the floor and my back hit the wall. His hand moved from my hair to my neck before I felt his hand run down my side. My breathing was shallow but my scream were about to put the moron to sleep before I got a little attention, at last.

Put her down Frank! You've had too many go head home and let your friend drive.

My feet missed the ground by my ass broke the fall after he let me go. I put my hand around my throat trying to calm my breathing and get a gust of air to return to my lungs. Once I did, I got to my feet and stood at the door watching the man stubble to what looked to be a Muscle car. Half the bar was behind me as a smile creeped across my face.

Oh look, its the fat and the Furious! Whats wrong? This place may not serve you because you are drunk but they can serve you at McDonalds even though you are big enough to use two seat and not just one!

Again I felt a hand around my throat but this time it was his friend. He tightened his grip and slammed me onto the bar breaking beer glasses and sending every drink and piece of glass on the counter into my body. "Frank" talked up behind him and started yelling something along the lines of knock her lights out and I'll show her something bright at home. I closed my eyes and felt my body become hot. Before I knew it, the man holding me down was sent across the room and I followed after his body pulling it up to the wall. Everyone backed away as I opened my mouth then...

Stop right the hell now! Put him down now before I get someone you can take on!

I dropped him and turned around smiling.

I would love to see who you have here to take me on and not get a bump on the head. I don't think you have anyone, although, now that I have your attention can you point me to....

I know who you are and why you're, she's out back.

She?

She?!

Pigs.

I walked behind the counter where an iron door was that leaded out to the back of the bar. My body was stinging but not bad enough for me to try to do anything. Then, I saw her sitting on the wall of the bar wrapped in a red and grey coat. I sat down and from there until she talked about what I was, was a blur.

I know what you are.

I assume he is you?

He...Is me, and you are a Siren.

So you believe in fairytales?

You are no fairy tail dear, they are not real, your kind is.

There are more of "my kind"? How do you know...

Yes, not many but there are few. Your bloodline is stronger than some, that is why you resemble the bird rather than the water Nymph.

Wait what? Look, someone said you could help me get rid of this.

You can not get rid of what you are.

I'm not this.

You are, you always have been, you always will be...This.

I'm not this, this never was me! This monster isn't me.

It has always been apart of you, since birth, since that night when you lost...

Don't.

This is you Mandii, you are special and you need not look at yourself as a monster.

How do you know my..

They're here.

You need to go.

No.

Go, I need to handle this and you need to learn more about yourself. Go.

But you and...

All I remember from here was running from a man with a hunting knife in his hand and a name. It brought me here, it told me more than I knew but not enough. Now I stand here, looking down and knowing she is no longer there. I could have stayed and helped but I ran, its more blood on my hands but this time, this blood was different, it meant something. She knew about me, about what I was.

My eyes closed after looking to the moon, but then my breath swallowed once again...a hand...on my shoulder...who? A gasp escaped my mouth....NO!