Silver Eyes

Silver eyes. Eyes that were full of thirst, maliciousness, and obsession. Eyes fixated on me.1

I was having an unwanted run in with the supernatural world. The city I had lived all my life in, New York, had suddenly turned into a nightmare. I was rushing home after a long day of high school.2

What seemed to be a well dressed homeless man had sat on the street corner. His strange eyes, although I was not close enough to see the color, glinted in the shadows. As I watched the man, I tripped, hitting the sidewalk hard. In busy New York, you had to get up fast to avoid the stampede of cranky, caffeine-crazed adults frantically shouting into their cell phones and demanding their lattes. My blood oozed down my knee.3

The wind blew as the people around me continued on with their lives, bustling around me on the busy street. I was hastily trying to staunch the blood flow with my jacket when I looked up. The homeless man was on his feet. As our eyes met, he licked his lips, inhaling the scent of my misfortune. He grinned wickedly as hunger flared up in his strange eyes. I stared. This couldn’t be a…demon or vampire, could it? No, I convinced myself. Vampires aren’t real; they belong in fairy tales. It’s just a strange, possibly cannibalistic, man. A stray ray of sunlight illuminated his face. The sun made his cold silver eyes sparkle cruelly. My gut agreed with my brain. I should get going. 4

I straightened up and began running. I glanced over my shoulder, and saw, with a sickening bolt of dread, that he was following me. Coincidence? I think not. I sped up. Before I could consciously direct my feet, I was headed towards a dark alleyway. No, alleyways are where the bad stuff happens, my conscious screamed at me. I didn’t listen. The other street was visible, and I felt hope flutter in my stomach. 5

The breeze swirled by again, chilling my bones, and carrying a strange scent towards me. Something that didn’t belong in an alley, in a city, in what I had thought this world was. It was sickeningly sweet, but also repelling. The scent served as a warning, sending shivers down my spine. My feet were anchored. Although everything human was yelling at me to run, I seemed frozen. I felt cool breath on my neck.6

“Delicious, delicious,” his strange, smooth voice whispered. My breath was coming out in gasps as I felt his cold hands on my neck. Suddenly there was a sharp pain coming from the spot of my frantically beating pulse.7

Boom! I fell out of bed with a thump. Just a dream, I told myself, as I smelled the strange inhuman scent lingering in the air. My covers were tangled and my knee was sore. Wait, why was my knee was sore? I frantically looked. 8

My knee had an open wound. I scrambled to the mirror. My feet grew roots. On my neck were two identical puncture wounds. This couldn’t be real. My eyes traveled up. I looked into the mirror and felt a jolt of shock as I met my reflection’s eyes. Strange unfamiliar eyes mirrored the shock I was feeling. My new eyes silently asked many questions as they reflected the confusion. Silver eyes. 9