Meep! Like singing? Come on in and be treated to a personal show o' fun! Then die. This place is empty... or is it?

::The Siren smokes in and hisses, gingerly raising a hand to her face and looking down at the blood or her fingers.::

"That bitch."

::She paces into the shadows.::

:: Moony blinks into the Siren's Lair, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the dim lighting. She looks around, and almost sniffs the air. ::

(She's in here somewhere, I can almost smell the blood and fear.)

:: A smirk crosses her face and she begins to slowly pace around the lair, a hand at the ready on the athame. ::

::Cole shimmers in silently, not hiding his presence, but skulking in the shadows at a distance so Moony isn't disturbed.::

::The sickly sweet song of the siren wraps around Moony, pouring into her ears and enveloping her soul. From all around her the singing flows.

With the music continuing, it masks the noise of movement and then with a movement as smooth as that of a cat, she pounces from the shaddows, knocking the athame from the warlock's hand and knocking her to the ground.

She begins to scratch and pound at Moony's delicate face.::

:: Moony falls to the ground and tries to shield her face from the Siren's attacks. Doing her best to fight against the Siren's song, she manages to free one of her legs enough roughly shove at the Siren. ::

"Get. Off!"

:: Rolling away Moony scrambles to her feet, she places a hand to her face and finds it has blood on it when she pulls it back. Knowing Cole is in the room she doesn't want to appear weak. ::

"Pissing me off further isn't a good idea."

:: Her eyes dart around searching for the disgarded athame. ::

::The siren's form drifts into smoke and reforms at the side of the athame. She picks it up and runs to Moony, the athame held high, ready to strike.::

"Fuck you bitch."

:: Moony spins to face the Siren and puts up her arms, catching hold of the Siren's wrists. ::

"I don't think so."

:: She raises her leg again, and aims a heeled boot toward The Siren's stomach. ::

::The siren's middrift disperses into smoke as she smokes out. Drifting to the otherside of the cave she solidifies and sneers at Moony.::

"Can't hit what you can't touch."

::Once again she drifts into smoke and like a cloud of smog, surrounds Moony, choking her with cloying smoke. She reforms behind Moony as tendrils of smoke drift into the lungs of the beauty. She kicks at Moony's back to sed her tumbing to the floor and then straddles her, holding both wrists down with her hands.::

"How does it feel? Once the cat, now the mouse. Come on kitty, kitty. Don't you want to play?"

::She licks the cheek of the warlock and begins to hum, her tune filling Moony's ears. As she hums, smoke drifts from her lips and filter into her victim's mouth. Choking her.::

:: Moony begins to cough as the Siren's smoke fills her lungs, she struggles against the tight hold as her mind fights to overcome the tune. It takes most of her resolve to allow her to blink out of the Siren's grasp and to the other side of the lair. ::

(This is where my lack of strength in my powers bites me in the ass.)

:: She coughs a few more times to clear her lungs. ::

"I'll play all right."

:: Having regained her composure she begins to stride towards the Siren, her usual confidence oozing out of her. ::

"Only, I'm playing hard to get at the moment."

:: At her side, she ignites a small energy ball in her hand and sends it at The Siren as a distraction. In the mean time she retrieves the once again disgarded athame, and moves swiftly toward the Siren, aiming a slicing blow across her thigh. ::

::Dodging the energyball, the Siren takes a step in the wrong direction. The athame doesn't just slice her leg, but draws a huge gash into it. Crying out in anguished pain as blood begins to dribble the pour, the Siren screams and clutches at her leg.::

"Sisters! Help me!"

::At the Siren's words, a group of seven more Sirens smoke in and approach Moony with malice.::

:: Moony pulls the blood covered athame back with a smirk on her face, but it soon disappears when the group of Siren's smoke in. ::

(This wasn't part of the plan.)

:: She turns in a small circle, looking at each and every one of the Sirens. ::

"All this attention makes a girl feel flattered."

:: Swinging her arm back, she throws the athame at the stomch of the Siren directly in front of her. ::

::Seeing that Moony's in trouble, whether she'd admit to it or not, Cole sparks up two energy balls, one in each hand, and tosses them at two Sirens, obliterating the both of them. He does the same and kills two more. Sensing one behind him, he twists his torso round and throws one as if bowling in a game of cricket. When she explodes and dies, he grins.::

"Howzat!"

::The athame Moony threw strikes the Siren and she explodes with a shriek. There are now two left, and both begin to circle Moony like wolves with their pray, waiting to pounce.::

:: Moony watches as Cole, well, saves her. ::

(How cliched.)

:: She gives a nod of approval to Cole and then turns her attention to the two remaining Sirens. ::

"How do you both feel about girl on girl?"

::With shrieks of rage, both Sirens charge Moony from opposite sides.::

:: Moony's eyes dart in both directions as the Sirens charge towards her. Waiting until the perfect moment, she bends over as one Siren reaches her, and tosses her over her shoulder into the one coming from the other direction. ::

"Now, now girls one at a time please. You'll be happy to know, only one of you has to a die a slow, painful death. Which one of you wants to be the lucky candidate?"

:: A grins spreads across her face as she slips off her long, leather jacket to reveal her slinky outfit underneath. ::

"Or would you rather I pick?"

::The Sirens once again charge Moony, this time one leaps into the air at her, and the other dives towards her feet, attempting to knock her down.::

:: Moony ducks out of the way of the airborne Siren, but is caught in the legs by the second one, sending them both crashing to the ground in a skanky heap. Recovering from the tumble after a few seconds, Moony scrambles on top of the Siren which knocked her over and smacks her one across the face.::

"I decide when we begin S&M, not you."

:: Not having an athame - it being one the cave floor somewhere - to torture the Siren with, she uses her nails to scratch acros the Siren's chest in a slow drawn out manner. ::

::The incapacitated Siren cries out and struggles under Moony's grasp, but it seems the warlock has just had too much practise at this sort of thing... ew. The other Siren, however, picks up the aforementioned athame, and approaches slowly, beginning to sing a calm and loving song.::

:: Moony slowly stops what she is doing as the other Siren's song filters into her senses, making her go into a trance like state. ::

(This is happening too often.)

::The Siren underneath Moony's eye sparkle as she too begins to sing, intoxicating the warlock with her song. The effects of the Siren's song is doubled by the two creatures singing. The standing one approaches slowly, ready to strike.::

:: Moony falls deeper and deeper under the Siren's spell, her eyes becoming even more vacant and far away. She leans all her weight foeward on her two hands, which rest just above the Siren's chest. ::

(Okay that's enough.)

::Cole energy balls the two Sirens. They die. Enough said. He walks over to Moony and helps her to her feet, looking unimpressed.::

"Showing off can be fun, but sometimes a quick energy ball works just as well."

:: Moony's head clears gradually, Cole pulling her to her feet snapping her out of the Siren's spell. Seeing his look she pulls her arm away and retrieves her jacket from the floor, putting it back on. ::

"Showing off isn't my style."

:: She looks at him. ::

"And neither is incinirating my victims with the first blast. What happened to me there was a one off, normally I have the crying out in... pain by that time."

"What if I hadn't been here?"

(I've over-estimated her.)

"Would you have just been killed?"

::Staring at her, he shimmers out.::

:: Moony stands rooted to the spot, seething with anger over the fact that she has been embarrassed in front of Cole. ::

(Bastard. Disappointment I think not. I'll show him.)

:: Moony blinks out to her penthouse ::

"So muc death... so much despair... it's unfair..."

::He walks in, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness.::

(Fuck.)

::He pulls out a lighter, flicking it on.::

::He continues through the Lair, past random chairs and a bed, and to Marketplace.::