"She came at dusk. Despite my planning, I couldn't have predicted the sight before me as I stood on the pier by myself and she came out of the water, looking like she did. Glowing eyes, too big for her face, wet curls sticking to her face, sharp teeth and full lips baring them as music, a soft, serenading song traveled through the air toward me like the softest breeze and instantly charmed me. Beautiful. Deadly." *** A young woman encounters a siren and lives to tell the tale. Written for the Malicious Seafolk challenge.