Siren Sounds
Only a week had passed since Naomi had gotten out of the hospital. After her near-death experience she seemed colder, more harsh and closed off. Which was not very concerning to Samael, in fact, xe expected it. Naomi’s health had rapidly improved, her doctors had said in the hospital. Her wounds were healing faster than they predicted. Of course, that was Samael’s doing. Xe wanted Naomi out of the hospital as soon as possible so that xe could meet with her, explain things and ask if she would agree to be xer avatar. Samael knew Naomi would accept though, she had nothing else. Her family was a mess, loving but barely able to support themselves, and her only friends had just been murdered in an attempt at getting Camael.
Beelzebub had been tracking Camael ever since she had been born. Samael had kept him off her track mostly, but he had finally found out who her human mother was. He had wanted to eat Jane Ortiz, to gain her memories in an attempt to find where Camael had gone after her birth. Naomi hadn’t let him get the chance to sink his teeth in though, so Camael was still safe for now. Not that she’d be in much danger if Beelzebub had found her, though. With Ambriel watching after her, with he and Beelzebub’s extensive past, there was no way he would have let her be harmed.
Samael did feel guilty that xe had not gotten there faster. Possession by Beelzebub was not pleasant. It was a rape of the senses, an attack on every nerve ending as he sought to gain control of the muscles in the body. In part, that was Samael’s fault. Xe had made him for the specific purpose to be a fighter. Each part of him and his personality and how he worked showed that. From his bloodlust to his violent need to constantly be working towards something bigger.
Xe snapped out of xer thoughts as they watched Naomi bike up into the gravel driveway of her small house. She had been honorably discharged from the military due to the injuries she had obtained, and now lived ten miles away from the base. Her wounds weren’t fully healed, Samael could smell the faint scent of blood in the air as Naomi stopped in front of her home. Her face was paler than it should be, a sick shade of white. She was still in pain.
Samael supposed that it was about time to test xer thesis, to see if Naomi would say yes to xer offer. Xe stepped out of the shadows, just in the corner of Naomi’s sight. She glanced quickly at xer before looking away, not having fully processed what she had seen. Her head whipped back around to look at Samael when she realized what was there, eyes wide.
“It’s you,” she said, staring.
“Well hello to you, too,” Samael said, taking a step forward with xer hands clasped together behind xer back.
“What are you?”
Samael sighed, “I guess we’re cutting right to the chase, then. My name is Samael, the angel of death.”
“You’re not here to take me, though.”
“No. I’m here to make you an offer. I’m sure you heard the conversation Beelzebub and I had that day.”
Naomi’s face twisted at the mention of that day. “Yes,” she forced out, “You said I was yours. I’m assuming that didn’t mean in death, though, or I wouldn’t be here today.”
“You would be right,” Samael said, taking xer hands out from behind xer back to twist a strand of xer long red hair. Unlike most days, xer hair was down, freely falling to the ground and grazing the earth as xe moved. The sun beat down hard as it did most of the time in Texas. The light landed on xer hair, refracting and creating a fiery glow that shone brightly.
“Then what did you mean,” Naomi said, “because I don’t take kindly to being owned. I’m not a dog.”
“Your body is mine, given to me by my father at the beginning, but your soul is one you’d have to offer up yourself. I have no use for your body, though, but your mind and soul is something I have interest in. That is why I am here to simply ask something of you, instead of forcefully taking what I want as I have seen so many of my brethren do.”
“What do you want,” she gritted out, the anger that Samael admired so much surging to the surface.
“I want you to work for me. You have skills, most of them are dormant right now, but you know that you do. Your Sight, it’s not the only thing that mind of yours can do. If you work for me, with me, then I can teach you to control it better, I can teach you to grow that power.”
“Why would I want to grow what has ruined my life? I’ve never had a moment of peace.”
“If you can control it, then you can learn to block some things out. When I came here, I made a bargain of revealing myself fully to you because I thought you would make it worth my time. Did I think wrong?”
Naomi was silent for a second, “No, you didn’t.”
“Good. I’ll give you a few days to come to terms with what is going on, and I’ll come back with a contract of our agreement. Don’t worry, this isn’t a deal with the devil, I wouldn’t do you that way.”
Samael began to walk away, choosing to leave in a more human way as to not frighten Naomi, when Naomi called out, “I’ve met you before. In that bar, two years ago.” Xe stopped, but didn’t turn around. “You were with a man, I assumed it was your boyfriend or husband.”
“You’re right, we have met.”
“You took Jane’s daughter, after she was put up for adoption.”
Samael turned to face her again, “Yes, because she’s my daughter too.”
“Is that possible? Being immortal and all.”
“It is. Trust me, she’s mine. Biologically. You were meant to be her human mother.”
“You were the first person we approached in that bar. You didn’t think we, immortals, were just out for a night of fun, did you? We had a purpose. That purpose was to create a child, and we wanted you to be her mother.”
“Why? Why me?”
“It’s hard to explain,” Samael said, suddenly feeling awkward, “You fit the bill, we needed a woman like you to make sure the child was how we wanted. Strong. Things like that.”
Naomi wrinkled her nose slightly, seeming disgusted by the thought of being sought out specifically to have a child.
“Well you could at least act like it doesn’t disgust you,” Samael suggested with a smirk, trying to act like it wasn’t just as hard to say as it was to hear.
“But I am. Disgusted, that is.”
Samael’s frame shook with quiet laughter, suddenly realizing just what xe would have to deal with in working with Naomi.
“What the hell are you laughing at?” Naomi asked, seemingly offended. She probably thinks I’m laughing at her and not because of her, Samael thought.
“Nothing. See you in a few days,” xe smirked, and promptly disappeared, leaving a stunned Naomi behind.