Prompt: Cherry red lip gloss, ocean surf, scales and a murder. 

The first thing he noticed about her were her lips, full and a glossy, cherry-red that couldn't be natural. Perfect cupid-bows twisted up in a smile that could melt any guy's heart in an instant. He was transfixed by the highlights and shadows that danced across those lips, mirrored in the sweltering summer sun. 

Her hourglass figure was outlined by the blue waves, the crash of the seafoam and the curve of her waist, her walk that made her look exotic, hips thrust to both sides that made you transfixed. You had to watch her. He gaped as she took a handful of her long auburn hair and threw it over her shoulder, all nonchalance, even though she looked like a model from one of those  shampoo commercials with long, flowing locks. His eyes traced up to her eyes, a brilliant blue echoed by the waves, shining with humor, a joke he would never know. Her feet tread patterns in the sand as she sauntered past him, and he was hers. 

It was that simple. 

She was watching him from the corner of her brilliant eyes, watched as his jaw slackened and he mooned over her figure, staring too long in all the wrong places. Even though the sun was beating down mercilessly a shiver ran up her spine, but she forced herself to pivot and cast him a flirtatious smile.

He was hooked in an instant, eyes raking over her. What a creep. 

With measured steps she wandered over to him, eyes catching on the seagulls or a little kid running down onto the beach, never quite meeting his eyes. Feigning shyness, that powerful aura she had worked so long to create. Eyes anywhere but on the naked-to-the-waist college boy lounging on the beach, staring at her with hunger and intrigue. 

He fawned over her in his mind, his perfect beach beauty who had come to see him. She was the image of perfection, cherry-red lips, fiery hair and a feisty personality that was almost tangible, eyes more beautiful that the sky and speckled with stardust. His. She was his.

"What's your name, goddess?" He drawled, and she thrust her weight to one hip, chewing on her perfectly glossed lip. Peering at him from beneath her lashes. 

"Lila, goddess." She taunted, scrunching up her nose, and he could see the smallest spray of freckles on her face, light against her flawless tan. She may as well have been bathed in light bronze. Flawless. 

"Well, Lila, you gonna ask what my name is?" He offered, smiling roguishly, and she tilted her body forward and leaned back on her heels.

"Do I wanna? You look like trouble, mister." She pursed her lips, even fuller than before, and he struggled to reply. 

"I think you know you want it." He rolled onto his back and squinted into the sun, waves of heat crashing down on the beach without mercy. A bead of sweat traced its way down from his hairline to his jaw, but he didn't brush it away. Lila, the goddess Lila, wasn't even sweating. He glanced her way again, eyes following the hem of her cutoff jean shorts, those strands of denim over her bronzed, shapely legs. 

"Where are you from, goddess?" He asked, and the girl leaned back, placing her hand on her chin, mocking thought. A thin line of gold traced her nails, speckled with sand, bright against the bronze. 

"I'm from nowhere, mister. How about you?" 

"I think you're from heaven, goddess girl." 

"If you pull that 'did it hurt when you fell from heaven' line, I'm going to have to hurt you." Her lips pouted into a frown and her hair lit up when a wayward beam of sunlight lit upon it. His breath came short in the face of her fire. What he would give to kiss those lips, feel that spirit against his own...

She despised him, his gasping pervert breaths and he wasn't even trying to disguise his salivating. Repulsive. Lila had seen his kind before, but she didn't ever have to flirt with them. She just turned up her nose and walked on.

The ocean was calling to her again, its song drilling into the base of her skull, and she smirked to cover the look of discomfort in her eyes. Not like the boy was looking at her eyes, though. She wanted to return to the water, to dive into its cool depths. She didn't come here to flirt with perverts, and where was she now? Every crashing wave called to her and she clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. 

"Hey, goddess, what do you say you come and sunbathe a little with me, 'kay?" The boy offered, and she was tempted to jam her foot into his face and storm off. But she forced herself to sit on the scalding sand, stretch out her legs in front of her, with the boy observing every inch of bare skin he could, and try to relax. She pulled a pair of rhinestone-covered sunglasses out of her front pocket and placed them over her eyes, shutting both the sun and the college kid out. In moments she could feel his hot breath on her neck as he whispered into her ear. 

"I haven't seen you around here, goddess. Come around often?" He breathed, and Lila shuddered again.  She pressed her lips together tightly, feeling the sticky gloss rub across them. The beach was baking hot. A hand brushed her face and she forced herself not to stiffen as the boy brushed a hair away from her face. 

"The beach is my home." She said simply, letting a faint smile flutter across her lips, and she crossed her ankles. Sand trickled from between her toes, sand freckling the gold paint. 

"The beach is my home, too." The boy fumbled for a response, and Lila had to keep from laughing. His ridiculous attitude and fake bad-boy persona, along with his peeling nose, showed that he had rarely ever tried to pick up a girl on the beach. He had no idea what he was getting into.

She was so flawless he could barely breathe, letting out husky breaths as he memorized every centimeter of her body, committing her perfection to memory. His Lila. He had caught her in his trap.

His hands itched to take up hers, to rake his hands through her hair, to kiss those perfect, glossy lips. He needed her like he needed air to breathe, and he couldn't stand it. That cool demeanor. He couldn't lose her now, not his perfect goddess, basking in the sun, in the glory and perfection of her sheer beauty. Gorgeous. 

He had never met a girl like her before. All were beautiful, but all were flawed. He could ignore that at first. So what, Chessa's nose was a little crooked. So what, Azri had a birthmark on her shoulder. But then that was all he could see. Chressa became her crooked nose. Azri became her birthmark. His girlfriend would be nothing short of perfect.

And here came goddess girl, his flawless darling, sauntering across the beach with her skinny waist and wide hips and every feature are perfect as it could be. Her hair was flaming, and her eyes were so blue, as blue as the sea but even bluer. As blue as the sky but bluer. Perfection, but more perfect. 

The ocean's call became a throbbing headache in her skull, rattling her brain around and leaking blood out of her ears. The pain was constant. She needed to move now. Raising herself up onto her elbows, she propped herself up and turned to the boy, one hand buried in the sand, letting the sunlight glance off of her sunglasses.

"Want to get away from it all?" She asked innocently, letting a small smile light her face, and she saw him tense eagerly, shoulders straightening.

"I thought you'd never ask." The boy teased, tapping her nose lightly as he stood. Giggling, she followed his lead as he began to walk to the changing rooms by the beach. He opened one and gestured for her to follow him in. Glancing around conspiratorially, as if she was hiding some secret, she entered, and he shut the door firmly behind him.

The boy wasted no time, lunging forward and latching his lips onto hers like a leech, and he kissed about as well as a leech, too. She leaned backwards, trying to relax his tight grip, but he held her firmly like she was the last woman on earth. Her lip gloss rubbed off on his cheek and she brushed it away with a finger, then let her hand tangle in his sandy hair.

She despised him. She despised how he thought he could steal her heart just by his ugly looks and waspish personality. She cursed every molecule in his body. He deserved what was coming next.

The boy gripped her shoulders and shoved her against the wall of the changing room, the tension and heat between them more scorching than the sun. The call of the ocean burned like a brand in her mind, she had to finish this now. Her breath hitched as he fumbled for the button of her jeans, and she twined her fingers in his hair, wrapped her arms around his neck and despised him. 

His strong hands slid over her neck, the bronzed skin still warm from the heat of the sun and her blush, and he panted as he stared into her eyes, those blue orbs, and he saw emotions flicker across them. Pain. Anger. Hate. All flaws. His jaw tightened and he looked again, but they were gone.

Not this one. She had no semblance of a flaw. He was just seeing things. 

He came upon her with fervor, cradling the curve of her neck in his hand, when his hand didn't grace her skin but something rough and dry. Peeling away, he gaped as he saw speckled scales freckle her shoulders, climb up her throat. His eyes shot to hers and he saw those beautiful eyes harden. Her pupils narrowed to slits and when she smiled curved yellow fangs hung over her glossy lips.

Strangely, it only made her more beautiful. More exotic. He had never felt a need like this before, and he reached for her again, for those reptilian hands with fingernails like claws. Panic raced in his heart but he couldn't run, couldn't escape her spell. She was magnificent. She was ethereal. 

Webbed fingers stroked across his back as she pulled herself closer to him, her snakelike eyes and fangs and indescribable, incredible beauty of the sea. How could she have been a goddess before, when she was hiding her true form? Here she was flawless. Here he was hers. 

As he lowered his lips to hers a single claw swept under his chin with a gracious touch, then dove into his stomach. At first he didn't even feel it, the blood pumping in his veins and down his shirt, and only when he looked down did he see he river of red trickling down to the sandy floor. As red as her hair, his goddess.

"What are you?" He murmured, lightheaded and already dead, but she didn't respond. She pounced.

Witnesses recalled seeing a red-haired girl with red nails and red lips a red-splattered shirt leave the changing rooms and dive into the waves. She was never seen again.

With the ocean's call answered, she darted through the waves, passing the breakers and into the open sea, searching for her next victim.