Week 20: Rapture of the Deep

Monster in Love

Oh? You want to interview me? I suppose that would be alright, although I must warn you, I have the worst luck when it comes to men. All men. But you are my first....what did you call yourself? A jour-nal-ist.....yes, that's right.

Let me start by stating that I am not a monster. I only want what every other girl in the world wants. Love. That deep, soul searing, rapturous kind of love that they show you in the moving pictures.

My name is Lorelei, and I am a Siren.

It's not a bad life, sitting here on these rocks daily, playing the harp, combing my hair, waiting for my true love to appear. But time has proven again and again that true love is not as easy to find as one might think.

Each time a sailor comes to me, I think he might be the one. They are initially euphoric to be here with me. They listen to me sing my songs of love and become nearly hysterical to hold me in their arms.

Are you feeling okay? You look a little.....stressed.

It isn't meant to be, however. As time passes I can see that logic and reasoning grow impaired. The men begin to have wild delusions about our future together. They want me to meet their Mothers.

The Nymphs called it NRE one day. New Relationship Energy. They said that my love was so grand that it drove men to madness. In my defense, I maintain that they were mad to begin with.

::snaps her fingers:: Still with me?

Those damned Greek poets aren't helping the situation either. They go on and on about how I lure men to their deaths upon the rocks. How my voice causes hallucinations and hysterical blindness. How one look at my body would drive men so far around the bend that they would throw themselves into the deep with terror.

I only want love. Is that really so much to ask for?

Ummm, hello....are you okay?

::pokes::

Damn. Lost another one.



My partner for this Intersection is the wonderfully talented fodschwazzle! Click the link on my title to visit another Monster in Love.....