Anne Brown - Lies Beneath

I hadnt killed anyone all winter, and I have to say I felt pretty good about that. Sure, Id wanted to, but too many suspicious drownings got people talking. Fearful townspeople were the last thing I needed. Besides, I was getting a sick thrill out of denying my body what it craved. Self-control was my latest obsession. I doubted my sisters could say the same thing.

Rising through the Caribbean waters, I walked my fingers up the bank of dead coral until I found the pattern of cracks I was looking for. I followed it to the surface, coming up at the spot where Id stashed my pile of human clothes. My cell phone was ringing somewhere in the pile. Maris, I thought, gritting my teeth. Id lost count of how many times shed called today. Id let all her attempts go to voice mail.

A splashing sound pulled my attention from my sisters ringtone, and I jerked around to face the ocean. An easy hundred yards away, a girl lay on an inflatable raft. A yellow light outlined her body. She wasnt ripe yet. Maybe, if I waited, the yellow light would grow into something more brilliantmore satisfyingmore worth breaking my hard-won self-control over.

Against my will, the memory of my last kill teased the corners of my brain. It tempted me, mocked me for ever thinking I could rise above my nature. My fingers twitched at the months-old memory: the grabbing, the diving, the guise of human legs giving way to tail and fin, the tingling sensation heating my core as I pinned my prey to the ocean floor, absorbing that intoxicating light, drawing the brilliant emotion out of her body until I felt almost

Oh, what the hell.

But before I dove after the unsuspecting girl, my cell went off again. For a second I considered chucking it into the ocean; it was the disposable kind, after all. But that was a little extreme. Even for me. I let it go to voice mail. I mean, it wasnt like I didnt know why Maris was calling. The old, familiar pull was back. That pullsomewhere behind my rib cage, between my heart and my lungsthat told me it was almost time to leave Bahamian warmth and return to my family in the cold, bleak waters of Lake Superior. It was time to migrate.

A shiver rippled down my arms. Get a grip, Calder, I told myself. Ignore it. You dont have to leave quite yet. I could hear the memory of my mothers voice telling me the same thing, just as she had before my first migration. Focus, son, shed said, rumpling my curly hair. Timing is everything.

Thirty years might have passed, but the loss of my mother still gripped my stomach. It hurt to remember. And the great lake only made the memories more painful. No, there was no good reason to go back to the States. Except that I had no choice.

The urge to migrate was irresistible. Far more powerful than the urge to kill. With each rise and fall of the moon, with each turn of the tide, it grew more impossible to ignore. Experience told me there were only a few more weeks before I had to rejoin my sisters. By the end of May, Id be shooting through the water on a missiles course. God help anyone who got in my way.

My cell went off again. With a resigned curse, I pulled myself halfway out of the water and dug through my clothes until I found it and hit Send.

Nice of you to take my call, Maris said.

What do you want?

Its time. Get home. Now. Her voice, originally sarcastic, now rang with her usual fanaticism. I could hear my other sisters, Pavati and Tallulah, in the background, echoing her enthusiasm.

Why now? I asked, my voice flat. Its still April.

Why are you being such a pain?

Its nothing. There was a long pause on the other end. I closed my eyes and waited for her to figure it out. It didnt take more than a few seconds.

How long?

Five months.

Damn it, Calder, why do you always have to be such a masochist? God, you must be a mess.

Im pacing myself. Mind your own business, Maris. There was no point in trying to explain my abstinence to her. I could barely explain it to myself. I watched mournfully as the yellow-lit raft girl paddled safely toward shore.

Your mental health is my business. Do you think you could take better care of it? One kill, Calder. Just one. It would make you feel so much better.

Im. Fine, I spit through my teeth.

Youre an ass, but thats beside the point. Ive got something to improve your mood.

I rolled my eyes and waited for her to give it a shot. Good luck, I thought.

Weve found Jason Hancock.

My heart lurched at the sound of the name, but I kept quiet rather than give in to her assurance. Id heard this all before. My silence prompted something on the other end. Panic? Tallulahs voice was now ringing through the receiver, a fluid stream of words almost too quick for me to catch.

I let my gaze drift up to the thin lace of clouds above me. My sisters sounded sure of themselves. Perhaps this time theyd gotten it right. Fine. Ill start off tomorrow.

No, Maris said. Theres no time for you to swim. Take a plane.

She hung up before I could protest.

I tipped my head back as far as my neck would bend and soaked up the last bit of ultraviolet rays. My fingertips dug into the coral as I imagined them around Jason Hancocks neck, dragging him down into the water, watching the last bubbles rise from his mouth.

A trill of girlish voices jerked me out of my fantasy. I looked past the bank of hibiscus bushes and, as expected, saw the glow of pure emotion pulsing out of their happy forms. I diverted my eyes from their orange-sherbet-colored auras and tried once more to ignore the temptation to kill. Mariss words echoed in my head: Just one. It would make you feel so much better.

The ancient legends had it all backward about merpeople. We didnt lure humans ships onto the rocks. Human beings were the happy, shiny lures that caught our attention. They had what we craved: Optimism. Excitement. Joy. Any positive emotion could whip us into a frenzy, compel us to charge, to grab, to absorb the joy from their hearts into our own. Even an ounce of good feeling could provide at least a brief reprieve from the natural bleakness of our minds. And the approaching girls promised much more than an ounce.

Besides, how far did I want to push this attempt at abstinence? Id heard stories of merpeople emotionally starved for human light, languishing in misery, going crazy in the end. Was that what I wanted to become?

My hands trembled as I imagined what it would feel like to snatch not just one girl but all of them, to dive, to drown, and then to absorb their vibrant auras into my skinthe warmth, the effervescent buoyancy of their collective emotion. I wanted it. It would be easy to take. It could all be mine. And it had been such a long, long time.

I shook my head and waited for the girls to pass. It wasnt their fault Id let myself get so low. They didnt deserve to be wrung out, their empty husks stashed under rocks, simply because theyd crossed my path. Their laughing faded as they moved inland.

When I knew I had a few minutes of privacy, I pulled myself completely out of the turquoise water and onto the black rock. The transformation began before I could catch my breath. First the tighteningand then the ripping as my body strained and pulled against itself. Bones split and stretched, popping into joints that seconds ago hadnt existed. I thrashed silently on the dead coral, cutting my shoulder and gritting my teeth against the pain, until I eventually flopped onto my back, gasping and bleeding on the rock.