Coran was amazed by Lance. He knew the boy had been rather flighty since their little incident in the hall but he hadn't made any show of it to anyone.

Coran was certain that if Lance hadn't been so distraught after the fact, he could have written it off as some strange dream. Lance had an innate acting ability when it came to making everyone believe he was fine when Coran now knew he was struggling.

He didn't understand it though. None of the other Paladins had this condition. And they were all humans from the same planet. Well, Keith had Galra ancestry but otherwise they were all human weren't they?

He'd have to ask Lance more about it. He didn't quite know how to delicately ask the other members of Voltron about it without outing the thin gun using paladin. The blood drinking and the voice. Coran had never heard such a pure and lovely alluring sounding voice.

It seemed like it could be useful in calming people down. Well, music in general had that effect he supposed. But that Lance appeared to be able to do so effortlessly. Just what was this gift he had?

He remained patient, well over a seven day passing before he was comfortably able to whisk Lance away for a rather over due discussion.

And what better place than the upkeep of the Cyropods?

"So Lance, we haven't had a chance to talk in awhile," Coran began with his usual happiness.

"I know. We haven't had a good time to talk. I've been looking forward to more stories about Altea," Lance enthusiastically agreed.

"Funny. I was thinking the same thing. You have lots of good stories about earth."

Lance paused and looked back at Coran. Coran sent the younger human a knowing look. A silent exchange between the two, challenging one another. Coran never lost his small knowing smirk. Lance's smile shook a bit, growing frail and appearing nervous before he looked away. With a tired sigh, he looked away from Coran.

"You know how I talk about my family and how much I miss home? Well, my family has always been closely knit. It's not surprisng in Cuba. Families are always close. But my family has to be close. My family has passed down stories to try and explain why. But the truth of the matter, is that my family carries a heavy burden. According to mi Abuela, my family served as guards for a powerful individual. Someone they called La Sombra."

"La Sombra?"

"It means the shadow. The story goes, La Sombra was always shrouded in darkness, under a cloak. My family protected La Sombra for many years. Rumor states, that La Sombra gifted my families a gift of song. To calm and to protect. But one stormy night, sailors came and attacked. La Sombra was targeted for their unique gift of granting abilities. There was a violent struggle between the sailors and my family. But it was futile, my family failed to protect La Sombra from being kidnapped, dragged away on their boat. For failure to protect, my family was cursed. For the sailors that took La Sombra, we would be cursed to crave and devour them. At least, that's how the story goes. All I know, is that no one in family is allowed to sing in front of someone outside the family unless we are to eat."

"You mean, the blood drinking."

"Yeah. By nature, we need to devour travelers. But we can sustain ourselves by drinking the closet thing to muscle and flesh. A person's blood. Raw fish in a pinch and for younger children. We could never find out exactly why we were like this."

"I thought La Sombra's curse-"

"It's a story Coran. No one knows if it's real. I didn't believe it."

"Oh, so you believe it now?"

"Comsidering all I've seen after becoming a Paladin of Voltron, I don't know what to think about it anymore. All I know it's hard to keep my condition under control in this castle."

Lance sounded exhausted and resigned to the fate life had dealt him.

Coran looked over at the Cuban paladin with worry and curiousity. Epiphany came across his face.

"So... How often did you eat back on Earth?"

"A nibble a week of so. I'd attend one of the local clubs and take a few nips off people. People were so used to my presence, they didn't question an under aged attendee. Maybe nic a few people and take a few drops here and there. Mami always made sure we ate a lot at home, a lot of meat to help quell the cravings."

"So you don't require a lot do you?"

Lance recognized the knowing tone and jumped to the defensive.

"Coran-"

"I'll tell the others," Coran cut him off in a calm and rather reasonable tone.

"You wouldn't!"

"I think you know I would Lance. I don't mind helping you. Actually, I'm a bit upset you didn't come to me about this. But, I think I can understand why. You should tell them, but I won't make you if you accept my help. Are we clear?"

Lance looked Coran in the eye. There was only understanding and confidence on Coran's face.

"Fine," Lance whined.

"Fantastic!" Coran cheered as he walked over to Lance. Lance arched a brow as Coran held out his hand.

"We're still working Coran."

"I know. But you did say it was about seven days that you would drink and it has been a bit more than seven days. I thought you might be a bit peckish."

"Please tell me you're not going to force me to drink."

"I don't care so much for the idea my boy, but I can handle the discomfort if it keeps you healthy. Besides, I don't think you'll find any other blood as well traveled as mine," he jokingly boasted. Lance smiled at the ginger Altean.

"You're crazy Coran. Absolutely nuts."

Why not? Greek mythology stated that Siren were probably considered the companions of Persephone, daughter of goddess Demeter. The latter had given them wings in order to protect her daughter; however, after Persephone's abduction from Hades, Demeter cursed them. The Sirens' song was a beautiful, yet sad melody, eternally calling for Persephone's return.

Info pulled from Greek mythology .com

A far more fluffy end that feel eh. But at least I feel like I won't be asked for a contination. If anyone wants to try the idea, feel free. Just let me know because I would love to read it.