MerSong

MerSong

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own True Blood and I’m not making any money here either.

Note: Please review and tell me what you think when you are finished reading. I just finished five of the books and watched Seasons 1 and 2. I do believe I like the television show a lot better. It gives all the characters more depth.

Summary: A capricious power visits the people of Bon Temps and slowly drives them insane with his mythological voice. Maryann welcomes the immortal with blood soaked talons wide open. Language, MM, OC, Violence

Prologue

I hear your whispers
Break the silence and it calms me down
A taste on my lips
Your salty kisses

--Within Temptation (Aquarius)

A pale mist hung over the deceptively calm surface of the murky bayou. Untold terrors and unseen dangers slithered and lurked like nightmares beneath the dark water. Death patrolled these unknown depths. Death lounged here in jeweled scales, smiling with rows of hellish teeth that could cut and slice like the sharpest of razor wire.

A chilling song could be heard drifting out from within the deeper darkness of the spooky looking cypress trees. They looked to be very much alive and dancing to the tune. A haunting voice stirred the stagnant air, playing right along with the skilled fingers across the magical strings of the enchanted lyre. The instrument had been carved from the saddest of laurel wood and the strings had been fashioned from a man who had suffered the full onslaught of the Erinyes madness.

Shimmering orbs of sea green and ocean blue illuminated the humming shadows, revealing the haunting creature that was seated atop the large rock. Deep sapphire coils melted away, revealing a pair of long, smooth white legs. The music stopped and the moon shown her rays through the rich foliage.

“So, this is Bon Temps,” he said, standing on bare feet, naked and splendid before the night. His long dark locks billowed about his beautiful face as if he were underwater. “I really must see what all the fuss is about.”

His musical laughter was the sound bubbles made as they popped in the air. The night clothed his lithe form in a black shroud and he vanished in a sparkling blur, leaving behind a trail of molten silver starlight through the swaying and chattering trees.

A lonely moan came from the water. A few bubbles did rise from the edge. A large hand suddenly rose up out of that murky darkness. It was attached to a powerful, muscular arm. There was a golden band around the wrist. The hand reached, beckoning to be taken hold of.

A few seconds later, it slowly sank back into the black water. Silence suddenly fell with a swift hush over the swamp and the calm surface of the water became violently choppy. Something very large was swimming away in a rage. The sad moaning grew into a frightening wail.

Thunder boomed in the distance and the water became calm once more. Sound soon returned to the swamp. But, it was suddenly more wary than ever before.

To Be Continued…