A Beauty Salon

As Amelia moved down the dark street, a dimly lit window caught her eye. Cautiously, she moved towards it and, moments later, Amelia stood opposite the glass and peered inside. Her delicate auburn eyes flickered across the room as she caught sight of rows of chairs that stood opposite mirrors that lined the wall. Scattered on the tables were sets of scissors and hairdryers.

Amelia felt a nervous chill run through her body as she took a cautious step back and eyed the bright sign which read 'Ms. Bianca's Beauty Salon'.

Knowing that she wouldn't last long out in the open, Amelia hurried forward and began knocking on the door. Amelia could feel her heart began to race as she glanced over her shoulder, paranoid that she may come face to face with her Succubi sister. Again she knocked on the door, Amelia swore she could hear the sound of someone approaching before the dimly lit salon was flooded with light.

A low creaking followed as the door swung open to reveal a haggard-looking woman with bleached blonde hair, fake lashes, and long white nails. Her pale blue eyes were filled with confusion as she parted her cherry pink lips to speak. "Sorry, I'm afraid we're closed currently but we'll be back open tomorrow."

Amelia felt distraught as the lady pointed towards the sign on the door before she began stepping back. Not wanting to be left to become like her soulless family, Amelia started to cry. This caught the woman's attention immediately as she swiftly spoke; "I know you can't be upset about the salon, tell Bianca what's bothering you love." Seizing her chance, Amelia began to explain as best she could.

"It's my sister, she's trying to change who I am and won't leave me alone." Bianca looked increasingly worried as she fully opened her door and invited the sobbing teen into her salon. Amelia thanked her before stepping inside, hoping that her bestial sister had not caught her scent and would not find her.