You tried to ignore the feeling of eyes staring into you. A bar wasn't your first choice of how you'd spend your Friday night, but you'd ran out of things to do, and decided to go out and do something with yourself. Plus, a cold beer wouldn't hurt after the day you've had. But that not what's got you on edge. What's got your blood chilling is the blonde staring you down from across the bar. What's her problem? The slight gleam in her eyes is absolutely horrific, yet you can't seem to look away. Just then, she gets up, and walks away, and you think you're safe. Until you feel the movement of someone sitting down next to you, and low and behold, there she is. She sends you a smile, one that seems like an attempt to be friendly.

"Hello." Her voice is kind, but there's something you can't quite shake in her tone.