Focusing all of her attention on the bathtub full of water and nothing else, Lyra swooned her hand above the water and closed her eyes. She hadn’t tested her powers in a very long time and she thought she might as well do so while she waited for Xander to return. As she had half-expected, nothing happened. Well if making some of the water bubble and rise up counted for anything. The mermaid sighed and ran circles along the water with her finger as she began to remember what it felt like to swim in the water. She longed for it and she suddenly felt the urge to let her true nature take its course. Lyra remembered having seen a mermaid fill a bathtub with salt water in a movie once, which is why she stashed a big tub of salt in the kitchen pantry along side a large tub filled with ocean water. She knew that turning into a mermaid inside the bathtub would not do her any favors but she needed it.
Lyra raced out of the bathroom and headed toward the kitchen, first bringing along the salt and setting it down on the bathroom floor, she then ran off for the tub of water and began to drag it toward the bathtub. She then proceeded to letting the water run as she ran for her room and stripped off all her clothes leaving nothing but her bra on and grabbed a towel and a skirt. When she arrived back to the bathroom, she waited until the bathtub was filled with a sufficient amount before sprinkling two large cups of salt and later pouring in seven even larger cups of the ocean water. She wondered if it would work and after stirring it with her mermaid powers, she climbed in. Lyra nearly slipped at the automatic transformation of her mortal legs into her mermaid tail. She laughed a little to herself and stroked her fully transformed tail softly with her hands. She hadn’t changed in some months now and it felt good to be back in her own…tail.
She leaned back and moved her tail as little as she could, with the small amount of room she had in the bathtub. Eventually she fell to rest and even though it was completely uncomfortable, she felt good. After some time which felt like about an hour, she tried to get up but to no avail. “Shit..” she muttered aloud and tried everything possible but was not able to get herself out of the bathtub. With so much moving around, she ended up stomach first and unable to flip herself on her back again. It looked like she would have to wait for Xander to get home and hoped that his strength would be enough to help her out.
As far as he could remember Xander had never felt more inclined to relax and stop looking over his shoulder for any immediate threats to him or Lyra. He would always be full of anxiousness through the daytime because of her tendency to always be out and about and her curiosity. There were times when he found the mermaid’s interest in mundane life that were truly endearing and he often compared it to the disney film of a mermaid as such. Though certainly much more less tame than Lyra he would tease her about leaving him for a prince of her own giving a joking voice to his unspoken fears that she would in fact do as such. At night however he felt more at ease. That was the time the hype of the downworld would peak and he could easily patrol through as another vampire that were in excess in big cities as such.
Feeding nights however…necessity was what drove Xander though it’d be denying something obvious. He hadn’t drained anyone in some time but the fear was still there. The blood was too good. And the guilt kept dropping. He had learned to keep undercover though. And it was easier to control himself when he remembered why it was that he and Lyra moved so many times over the ages. Lyra who he had many times watched over and promised sea when he always found excuses. He knew she as a mermaid needed sea but he also knew that if any mermaid was to catch hold of her in water she might be in trouble yet again. Banishment for any immortal species was tried and true between Downworlders.
It was guilt that drove Xander home and propose a trip he was sure Lyra would welcome and it was easily regretted once he heard several splashing sounds and curses from the bathroom his friend easily took over. “So,” he paused leaning against the door frame fairly amused at the sight, “tell me how is it that Lyra Dragonwell has found herself a fish in my bathtub?” The sight in front of him would be greatly praised by many men he knew and there might have been a time that he himself would’ve fancied the mermaid but thankfully thoughts like that had deserted him and all he saw now was a headstrong mermaid that managed to put herself in a very amusing situation. “You know, if I was as malicious as you can be I’d leave you here all night to think on what you did wrong. But, since I’m not,” he sighed dramatically for emphasis. “I guess I should help out your tail. Please tell me you don’t do this every time I’m gone though.” He spoke worriedly while throwing the towel he saw with her clothing over her body and assessing for the best way to get her on her feet again.
Lyra hissed and before she could command him to throw a towel over her, she felt the fabric fall over her tail and hoped that it would cover her efficiently. “Oh just shut up and help me get out of here.” She waggled her tail around some more and was once again unable to flip herself back over. The comfort will have to pass. She adjusted the towel and threw the nearest object she could find over at him. “Yes you should help me before I break my back!” She snapped and tapped the bathtub in an attempt to make him hurry it up a little bit. The longer she stayed in that position, the more painful it became. “Do whatever you need to. Just get me out.”