Sam sat across from her dinner companion, her smile as false as his gleaming white teeth as he smiled a big fake smile at her. The silence could be considered thick since the pair had nothing in common, their parents just ran in the same circles and they had once gone to the same daycare. For the Goth the blond haired, blue eyed male was repulsive. His color wasn't her only issue, but he was a freaking animal. She watched him check out another woman that walked by. Not that it mattered to her, but she did have her pride so pulling out a phone, her black tipped fingers working the screen as she scrolled down.

"I know we hate each other, but have some fucking manners," the raven haired woman spat. She had dealt with this most of her life, her only friends part of the male gender and they seemed to have the same issue as her dinner date. He turned from his lustful once over, his blue eyes narrowing at her. She could see it in those eyes. He was pissed, but she was more so. She could have been hanging with her two friends right now, but because of an agreement around the time of Freakshow, she was stuck. "I could care less that you want to fuck her, but you look like that cartoon wolf with your tongue sticking out like that." His eyes narrowed further, his blond brows coming down over them.

She could feel the anger coming off of him in waves, but she was sick and tired of the male race and their lack of respect for her as a woman. She was a female after all! She didn't want their attention, but it sucked that whenever she was in the room and was promptly ignored. Sighing she grabbed the glass before her, the condensation on the outside of the glass showing how cold the water was that shifted inside the clear container. Taking a sip she grimaced. It had already gotten warm, no longer ice cold. Hailing a passing waiter she informed the taller male that she was ready for the check.

Her companion raised a brow at her actions since they had yet to eat. Sam smoothed out her short black dress as she stood. "What's your problem?" She said nothing as she continued to scroll through her phone. "Oh, I see, you're a prissy little bitch who needs some affection." He leaned back, his white tailored shirt tight against his skinny form. He had no muscle mass and a whole lot of anorexia going on. She was sure he wasn't but he was so skinny she was sure she could break him in half. He smirked at her, his teeth shining brightly. "If you just needed sex then you should have said so." A black brow twitched, but Sam held it in. What happened next was unexpected, well, for her dinner companion.

Sam waited as the waiter came, took down some info from her and then stepped away as she laid the phone before the male at that table. He didn't even look at it, but as her mouth opened to reveal her next few words he did. Around them it grew quiet, most of the people in the restaurant had their phones out and were waiting for the drama to unfold. They knew the Goth and they knew that she wasn't the typical rich girl.

"Mr. Timothy Rodgers, I know of your sexual prowess, your STD's and that you suck in bed with the ladies," she stated loudly, her face serious. He wasn't looking so cool now though. His eyes were slits now, his face redder than a tomato. No one was sure if it was anger or embarrassment, but they waited as she continued. "Though I have heard that you know how to use your mouth, from men." Around them gasps mixed with giggles, and the girl that he had been eyeing shot him a look of disgust. "So, no, I don't need or want sex from you!" Throwing her napkin on the table she reached out, her phone soon in her hand as she walked for the door. Sam wasn't walking fast, her ears listening for anything around her. She had thought he would react. She had heard that he had a temper, but he was still back there in that chair.

Maybe she had put him in his place...She walked out past the main window, the large bay window the only one in the whole building. She walked one step further when the sound of an enraged male filled the air. Birds flew off and screams of fear were soon part of the fray. As she turned the bay window shattered, raining glass down upon her. She threw up her hands, her bare arms not much protection as a man jumped over her. She took a step back as fear filled her. Grasping the weapon at her side, something she carried for ghosts. It would have to work for a human today. The whip in her hand opened and glimmered with ecto-rays. She didn't have a chance to aim as he jumped on her. It was strange. She had only seen a ghost do that! He had no cuts!

"What the fuck?!" It seemed that the man pushing himself on her in the middle of a crowded street wasn't who she thought he was! Struggling she attempted to get out from under him.

"What did you think you are doing, bitch?!" His large hand wrapped around her slender neck. She had imagined that because he was pretty small that he would be easy to beat, but now she was eating her words. As his fingers tightened she realized with sick clarity that she was going to die today! The people on the streets just walked around them, as if they couldn't see what was happening. She wanted to scream, but her voice only squeaked out. She clawed at his arm and he seemed to find it so funny, but Sam was scared. She had been so sure her life would play out like she had imagined it. She thought she would find Mr. Right, have babies and do what she wanted. She thought there would be more and yet here she was about to die on the pavement.

With a strangled growl she began to fight, her knee coming up into contact with his crotch. He let out a groan of pain, his fingers loosening just enough for her to get a good gasp of air before letting out an ear piercing scream. She watched as suddenly the crowd around her began to look, her scream cut off by his fingers only moments later. It was strange the way they were acting, like they couldn't seem to really see her it was so strange... Her face grew red before changing again from the lack of oxygen, the man above her snatching at the top of her dress. It ripped easily exposing her to him. She wanted to cry, the burning feeling starting on her eyes as she got her wish. She could feel reality slipping away with every second her brain was without oxygen, her heart screaming with fear at going quiet...

As the world grew blurry Sam mouthed one thing... Four words into the silence around her.