Mallory practically curled into a ball as she walked backwards, hoping to put distance between her in the succubus. She caught the eye of the dragon tending the bar, and she smiled weakly, attempting to regain some of her former confidence. She wasn't usually this shy of a person -- most of the time, she'd let people have it.

But she didn't usually go to bars for monsters either. As much as she knew she belonged here, a sinking feeling told her to run away, all the way back to the dig sites in Egypt and to never returned. Breathing in air greedily, she noticed a man in the corner gazing at her, and a dark shudder went down in her spine. Details about him came to view, letters practically floating in front of his face.
[i]
Destined for hell.
Fated to die on the 13th of May.
Human.[/i]

The stranger raised a drink at her, his thin face contorting as he got out of his seat, brandishing his weapon. Mallory gulped, and dashed behind the bar, hiding at the feet of the dragon.

"It's a slayer!" Mallory hissed, shifting back into her human form. "Please don't let him fucking kill us all! Can't you breathe fire on him or something?"