“You weren’t kidding, Somata. An actual sea water pool.” Gary had been dating the beautiful model for weeks, but this was the first time she’d invited him over to her place by the beach.
“It helps to live so near the ocean. You can’t see the machinery, but the pool’s water is constantly being recycled from just off shore.”
“This thing must have cost a fortune. In fact, your whole house is amazing.”
“Don’t bother asking how I can afford it all. I invited you over for a swim, not to discuss my bank balance.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend. I’m just overwhelmed. I mean, I’m only a junior accountant and this is like a dream come true.”
She smiled revealing pearl-white teeth which reminded him that she was one of the top ten models in the world, while giving him the impression of a predator. “I’m not offended, just bored with talking.”
Gary was standing at the edge of the pool with his back to the water and Somata seized the opportunity to push him in.
He was just coming to the surface sputtering and wiping his eyes in surprise when he heard the splash of her diving in with him. Looking down, a could see her swimming in a circle around him under the water. When she didn’t come up after a few seconds, he started to worry.
“Hey, I’m up here.” He didn’t know if she could hear him or not, but then she pushed off of the bottom and surged above the water.
“There you are. What were you doing?”
“I love the water. I wish I could stay in the ocean all the time.”
“Then we’d never be able to be together.”
“Oh, we’ll be together for a long time I think.”
Gary was feeling like the luckiest man in the world. Somata was beautiful, wealthy, charming, and very sexy, although they hadn’t actually slept together yet. But what did she see in him?
She turned her head and he saw them. “Honey, we’ve got to get you to the hospital. You’ve been cut under your jaw.” Then he realized the slits weren’t bleeding. “What the hell?”
“I told you I wish I could live in the ocean all of the time. Once I did, but you bastards mucked it up with your garbage until now I have to swim in this filtered and purified pool. Good thing my father is a wealthy King, but I can’t hunt in the wild anymore.”
“Hunt?” Cold fear made him shiver, but he was transfixed by her piercing stare and could only move enough to tread water.
“You’ll see. Good-bye, Gary. It was fun while it lasted.”
She dove under him again and his time, he didn’t wait to see what would happen. He was further from the edge of the pool than he thought and started swimming. Of course, it was far too late. The first bite was in his thigh and the water ran red with blood. She would toy with her meal for a few minutes before going in for the kill.
I wrote this for Sunday Writing Prompt “Sea Angel” hosted at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The idea is to use the words “Sea Angel” and/or the actual creature as the inspiration for crafting a poem, short story, or other creative work.
I put two things together. The first was when I was typing the search string into Google, autocomplete came up with Sea Angel swimwear. The second was finding out that Gymnosomata (sea angels) are carnivorous. Imagine being eaten by a beautiful but deadly woman from the sea.