Alex Garcia
He quickly found himself saying words he never thought he would say, "Violet? Thank god!" Then he added, "Please tell me you can hear me. See me? I'm real, right?" He wasn't fully convinced that he wasn't dreaming the whole thing, "Phoenix is right. I think I might need your help." He took a short moment to think, biting his lower lip as he did so, "Clearly, the intuitive- and intelligent- thing to do is probably to stay here. And... I know that." He sighed, "But, instead, I think I have to go do something stupid." He smiled, weak and halfheartedly, "Will you help me? I figure if it goes horribly wrong, well, at least I won't be alone."
With that, he started to walk out of the alleyway, "I'm a little worried I might get lost," he explained, assuming Violet had followed him, "things are a little different on the this side, aren't they?"
He looked around the town briefly, there were occasionally building where he knew none existed, in some places there were multiple buildings sharing the same space, it was both confusing, and it made perfect sense. "There's a clearing in the woods, my Abuelo used to take me there when I was a kid," he explained, "and I feel this intense, burning need to go there." He started heading towards the woods, "I know it's not exactly safe, but..." He shrugged, "What if life, or death for that matter, without risk?" The farther from his body he went, the more he could hear a sound in the distance... Like a faint drumming. It struck him that it had always been there, it was just growing. Barely, but there it was. He thought to ask Violet if she heard it, but somehow he knew she couldn't.
Every ghost and spirit Alex crossed paths with stared at him, because they knew he wasn't quite dead. They could tell he didn't belong, and he knew it. He walked silently for a while, through the town, straight up to the entrance to the woods, then he stopped, and listened. Everything was eerily quiet here, "Is it always so quiet?"
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Zada
She sank back down, so that only her eyes and the tops of her ears were out of the water. There were hunters in the town, there had to be. She would stay in the lake. Any hunter would be a fool to approach it on purpose.
It didn't take long, however, for her to hear the rustling of them within the woods. Humans had always been terribly loud, it was a wonder they'd survived for so long. She emerged more from under the water, and began to sing. Her song had no words, just a simple melody, and she didn't have to sing very loud for it to carry to the ears of men. She didn't want it to carry too far, anyway, one or two would do just fine. More than that and she'd be in over her head. As she sang, she swam as close to the shore as she could get and still be able to swiftly swim back into the depths.
As she had hoped, a hunter walked slowly, almost as if in a trance, to the edge of the lake. He was likely more used to vampires and witches; you don't usually find mermaids this far inland. Zade almost felt sorry for him. She stopped singing for a moment and smiled seductively at the man as he started wading into the water. Before he knew what was coming, she snapped, grabbed his ankles, and pulled him under the water with her. He screamed, only audible for a moment before he went under. No one would ever hear from him again, though. She tore him apart, ate his flesh, crushed his bones. What she didn't finish, she left for the fish. If she had her way, they would feast tonight.