Siren's Song

[Ashlyn]

A new bar had appeared almost overnight in New Haven. It was simply called Enticement. Appropriately named considering it's main attraction. Once a patron entered the bar they were usally back the next night and the next and the next. Some said the mysterious owner and his singing daughter had cast a spell on their patrons. They couldn't know how right they were. For Ashlyn the man who called himself her father was nothing more than her enslaver. Every year he forced her to sing. She sang bringing him more fortune than he'd see in a hundred lifetimes. For Ashlyn there was no escape. So she sang. She followed his orders, but inside she was screaming. Her freedom was all she though about, revenge consumed her. When she knew freedom he'd know death. She vowed it.

The atmosphere of the bar was dark, the lights were dimmed. The tables were sat so that every chair had a view to the stage. Even the booths all viewed the stage. There was an entry fee after you entered the door, but once you heard the music you'd pay anything to continue. There were young and old people in the bar. Some looked barely old enough to be in college, others looked too old to even walk well. The bartender was busy with drink orders and a man leaned against the wall near the stage watching everything with a greedy eye. It was the girl on the stage that commanded attention. Ashlyn was as exotic as her voice. Her hair is a silver that brushes the tops of her thighs. A silver circlet is around her forehead and her eyes are closed. She wears a white dress that though it hides everything it hints at a beauty beneath. Silver arm bands wrapped around her upper arms and stood out against her pale skin. She was such a tiny thing at 5'4", looking so harmless. Yet she had such a powerful voice. Her song was sad and filled with such pain. Though no words were actually understood, the language was foreign to even those that knew many. Yet tears were pouring from people's eyes and many swore they could understand what the song was about.

[DungeonMaster]

The door to the bar opened, and before he heard the song, Matt took off his scarf and his sunglasses, as well as the ski mask. His pale face stood out like a piece of chalk against the dirt. He grinned, and then the music overwhelmed him, and he wandered toward the stage, hearing the song of a bird, seeing the cuffs. He looked up at her in admiration as he reached the stage. His scar was the darkest part on his skin, and no doubt if anyone was not entirely enraptured by the song, they'd notice it.

[Ashlyn]

A man immediately moved forward and blocked his view.
M:"Too close. No one is allowed near the stage. Might I suggest a table or perhaps the bar."

[DungeonMaster]

"No, you may not." He insisted, shoving the man out of the way of his perfect view of the siren. He smiled as he saw her again, his incisors slightly longer than the rest of his teeth naturally. They had been that way when he was born, and they'd become even longer since he turned. Thank god for overbites, he'd thought at one point. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a bottle of Wild Turkey and his wallet. He took a swig and set a twenty dollar bill on the floor of the stage, "A tip for your beautiful voice, madam." He said, and then he noticed the armbands, and his mind sharpened a little, Maybe she's a slave. He looked at her and then turned to the man, walking at him angrily, his dull red eyes becoming fuirously hungry.

[Ashlyn]

Her voice slipped into him soft and sweet. The compulsion in it impossible to ignore. He needed to sit. He needed to listen, just listen. He had no reason to fight, no reason for anger. She wove a spell around him and anyone else in the bar. Her eyes were still closed. The greedy man moved forward and took the money adding it to a bag he held. Yet it would go unnoticed by the vampire as the siren continued to sing her spell.

[DungeonMaster]

He found himself losing his anger as he walked to the bar. He had initially intended to throw the man over the bar, but now he sat and reached into his wallet, which was now empty. "I could have sworn I had a 20." He muttered, then he shrugged, calling for the bartender as he looked at the woman. he'd completely forgotted he was still holding his bottle, and he was about to order a wild turkey shot or two if he could get one. Then it just didn't matter, and he dropped the bottle to the floor. It hit with a dull thud, not shattering, but cracking a little on the outside. It landed upright and none of it spilled, but nonetheless, it was there on the floor, unnoticed. He stared at the beautiful woman, imagining her singing in a language he could understand, and he smiled, thinking he recognized the tune, and humming along with amazing accuracy. He swayed with her tune, losing track of why he'd even come into the bar.

[Ashlyn]

Ashlyn's song ended on a sigh. The greedy man was there on the stage, taking over the mic.
M:"Ladies and gentlemen please bare with us while Ashlyn takes a break. Thank you."
He grabbed her arm and maneuvered her off the stage to the back.
M:"Well my dear you certainly do rack in the big bucks."

[DungeonMaster]

As he slowly came out of the fog, Matt remembered walking in, seeing the woman. He lifted his drink from the floor, sighing when he saw the crack, "This may be harder than I thought. She's enchanting, certainly, and she fits the description, but... who is that man?" He started walking toward the stage, and then he realized everyone could see he was pale and freakish, albino and a vampire, abnormally pale, like chalk, the scar on his neck that nodoby could survive. He shrugged up his collar and put a hand on the stage, preparing to hop u onto it.

[Ashlyn]

"Sir I already told you....."
The man grabbed onto his arm. Matt would need to be careful. Drawing attention or causing a ruckus could do more harm than good.

The man pulled Ashlyn along. The Siren didn't even wince at his bruising hold. He opened a door and pushed her inside. She turned and glared at him. The man laughed.
M:"Who would have thought? I've been lucky. I have a Siren singing for me. Even with those armbands I could still control you. After all I have yours parents."
Ashlyn would have killed him there but the armbands prevented it.
"One day.....I'm going to laugh as I cut out your tongue."
Her voice was soft but held the quality of a siren without the compulsion.

[DungeonMaster]

Matt said softly, "But, can't I get an autograph from the beautiful woman who just stole my heart away?" His voice was low and seductive, but he hated using vampiric compulsion on a man. Something about it made him want to wretch. But nonetheless he smiled gleefully, hoping the man would bite his lure.