You thought she was a man, she thought you were a vampire. It was a simple plan she devised, really. Every vampire she spotted in the club, she’d slip a pill in their drink and watch them dry up into dust on the dance floor. As loud music blared in her ears, her eye caught onto you. Your dark look and the loss of the light in your eye. She made her way over to you, pill in hand as she saw your drink your palm.

She caught your eye too. A tall, long-haired blonde coming your way. The club was dark and you couldn’t make out her features, mistaking her for another man who was trying to grab on you and dance.