Bright Eyes

BRIGHT EYES1

*Written By: Heather Gudz*2

Nathaniel, a young 22 year old vampire, with dark green eyes, and light auburn hair, walked through the alley ways of New Orleans hiding in the shadows for victims to feed off of. Little did Nathaniel know, he was to be the victim of something worse, something bigger. Nathaniel closed his cape close around him, to make him less visible, as a young blonde with brown eyes and her friend walked by. Nathaniel, with his slim figure up against the wall, watched them. "How hopeless they are," He whispered to himself. Though as he said this to himself, he felt a fear, a fear he's never known before. He felt like he was being watched, he wanted to run, but he needed to feed, his hunger in his veins needed to be fufilled. He watched the young women turn the corner, and he slowly followed them, mimicking their pace. His heart began to race, the thought of the blood he would soon consume excited him. The blondes friend turned another corner as they said their goodbyes and Nathaniel continued following the girl. She froze suddenly, staring into the darkness. Nathaniel became confused, and tried to look to where her eyes were. The girl began to back away from the darkness and Nathaniel not paying attention to her and was in a fear of his own, fell backwards as the girl ran into him. She screamed and clung to Nathaniel into fear. Her nails dug into his nice black suit fit tightly around him. Through the darkness he saw it, the demon of the night, worse than he. He saw the shaggey black fur, the wet giant nose, and the huge claws that dug into his position in the ground. The most alluring thing he noticed about this creature, was its eyes, so peculier, so bright, so unnatural. They looked like they could burn through him if he got close enough. Nathaniel whispered, "Hush," to the girl clinging and crying up against him and he lifted her and himself from the ground. The girl didn't stop crying, instead she screamed and dung her nails into his flesh. Nathaniel scared and irraited by her dug his teeth into her flesh, watching the creature in the darkness carefully as he did so. It didn't move, if just stood there, staring at him, with those eyes, those eyes so bright, so mysterious, so horrifying. After Nathaniel drank the girl to death, he dropped her and stared at the creature. It moved, but instead of moving towards him, it ran off into the darkness. His heart was racing, from the blood, and from the fear. He knew what those creatures were capable of, those animals. If it wanted to, it could have ripped him to shreds, it could have torn him limb by limb. The stories of these creatures these lycanthropes or known amongst the mortals, werewolves. 3

Nathaniel hurried back to the hotel he was staying at. He slamed the door shut, unaware of the fact that anyone was in the room. He turned around to face the porclein face of a young women. Her eyes as bright as the monsters eyes as he saw outside, yet not the same in color, her eyes were purple. His heart raced in fear. Was she one of them? Was she going to kill him? His back was against the door, his hands reaching out for something to hold on to to keep himself from collapsing to the ground. She smiled sweetly, and opened her mouth to speak. "Why are you so afraid Nathaniel? You use to look death in the eyes and laugh. You use to kill innocents for the thrill, for the excitment. Now you turn and cower like a child." Her words caused a shudder to go through him. Memories of all those he killed, all the innocent people he killed, before he became the creature he was today. He remembered the tortured screams of those he mused over long ago, many years ago, and what he use to do to them. He looked up at her, "That was long ago, and if I could I would take it back." She laughed, a cold dark laugh, as she moved closer to him, her lips an inch from his, her body so close he could feel the heat. He could feel her breathe against his face. "You wouldn't take it back, liar, ha ha, for you decided to be what you are today. You could have died for your sins and be forgiven, instead, you chose to keep on killing." Her hand went to the side of his face and moved the brown strands of hair out of his face. "What are you? What do you want from me? If you're going to kill me do it already!," he said angerly, losing his temper. She giggled, moving her black hair behind her ears, her strange but pointed ears, like an elf. He gasped, never before has he seen anything like this before. Fear was corsing through his veins, and his heart was pounding. She moved her face to his ear and whispered, "Silly boy, I'm not here to kill you, ha ha. I wouldn't waste my time on you, you're pathetic, proweling night after night for blood, for the estacy. I am not mortal, but I am nothing to be described, and I am not the one who shall be spilling your blood for all those you slaughtered." His eyes widened in horror. What is she, he thought, miserably. Why is she hear, what does she want with me? She pulled away from him, and went to go sit on one of his velet resting chairs, making herself comfortable. He began looking at her long black nails, examing them in the poor light from above. He walked over to the other chair which was right across from her and stared at her, confused, shaking. "Why are you here?" he asked, his voice cracking a little. She looked up at him, a frown appeared on her face. "You killed a child a long time ago. Bright blue eyes, beautiful smile. Had long curly blonde hair. I just want to look at Maria's killer, thats all. I also want to know why, why would you kill someone so young, so helpless, so beautiful," she said, anger rising in her voice. 4

He looked at the his black tied dress shoes, trying to remember such girl, which wasn't so hard, since he had only killed one child in his life. It was his wifes daugher. His wife had cheated on him, and he took it out on the child and her, and slaughtered them both the night he found out. "She wasn't mine," he whispered, knowing that wasn't reason enough to take anyone's life. The girl got up, her long black corset dress, following around her. She looked like a demoic porclein angel. He long black hair only inches from the ground, her bright purple eyes glaring at him in digust, as she crossed her arms under her chest making her curves more noticble. "She was only five years old. It wasn't her fault she wasn't 'yours'. Did you ever think about how her real father would feel about this, or her brother," she said her voice cracking," Or how everynight her brother cries and ignores his wife wishing her could have been there for his sister, the sister he never knew he had, because YOU had to take that away from him!" She walked hurrly to the the ledge of the balcony which the windows had exposed since they were wide open. She turned around to glare at him, "You disgust me, you and your kind. I wish my brother never created vampires!" and she flew off the balacony and into the night.5

Nathaniel sat there, staring out the window in silence. Maria had a brother, he thought miserably. Thoughts weren't connecting any of this together. He felt a cold chill go through his body, so he got up and closed his windows, and went into his room. He stared at the black coffin on the ground next to the big king size bed. He opened it up and layed his body inside it. He thought for a second of all the things he's done, blaming not himself for them, but his father, his father who destroyed his childhood, and he slowly closed the coffin, and let darkness consume him.6

The next night, Nathaniel awoke to tapping on his coffin and voices heard around. He arose hungry, and looked up to see Kasidy, his creator, staring at him. "We have guests, you should get cleaned up and ready," She said sitting on his bed, her legs crossed, her piercing brown eyes staring deep into him. He sensed something wrong, felt like something was going to happen tonight, this very night, that he could never change. "What's wrong?" she asked have the slightlest hint of concern in her eyes. "Nothing, nothing at all," he said hurridly and ran into his bathroom to take a shower. Kasidy walked out of his room and went into the guest room. 7

Everyone was chattering and laughing as Nathaniel finally stepped out from his room, dressed and well groomed, wearing kacky black pants and a tight black t-shirt. He looked around the room, and noticed to his horror, Kasidy talking to that girl, the girl from the night before. Kasidy ran over to him bringing the girl over to him smiling. "Nathaniel, this is Selene, she's an elder." Selene put out her hand for him to take, he shook it and looked confused. "What's an elder?" he said looking stupid. Selene laughed,"The creator of vampires, lycans, and all such." Something in her laugh made a shiver go down his spin, and he shook his head as if to understand and he sat on the sofa next to a young boy, who was holding his face as if crying. Nathaniel looked at him concerned. "What's wrong" he asked. The boy who looked about 18, turned to him, his eyes glaring at him out of the dark black mass of his hair that was in his face, baring his long teeth as him. Nathaniel screamed slightly and jumped up out his seat. Everyone in the room stared at him. Nathaniel remembered those eyes, those terrifying eyes, staring at him the night before, while we was chasing after that girl, those bright blue eyes. "Lycan," he said voice shakly. Selene ran over to the boy and was keeping him on the couch because the boy was trying to get up and attack him. "Not now," she whispered and was stroking his his face. Everyone in the room was staring at Nathaniel and then went staring at the couple on the sofa. Kasiday ran to Nathaniel. "He's not a lycan, Selene made him, he has powers that no one in this room has. He's upset, its best to leave him be, he lost his sister last year, and hasn't really recovered from it," she whispered putting her hand on his shoulder. Nathaniel began to remember about what Selene had said. Selene was mated with the creature, he was the boy she was talking about, he was the one who wanted kill him. His skin got goose bumps all over, he began to shake and he ran into his room and slammed the door. 8

He sat there and stared at a picture of his wife, holding Maria, remembering that dreadful night, that night when he took both their lives. He shuddered. Tears fell down his face, of course not normal tears, tears of blood. Hours had passed and the party had died. Nathaniel began to grow hungry, but fear kept him in his room, confinded him into the very seat he sat at, staring mindlessly as the picture in his hand. When Nathaniel finally arose he turned around and was staring into those eyes, those bright horrifying blue eyes, the eyes that were tearing him limb from limb, piercing through his very soul. "Do it, get it over with," Nathaniel whispered, knowing he deserved what he was to get. The moon hung full over the window that night, that blood splattered window. Vengence was made that night, one life for another. As the boy stared at the corpse laying at his feet, he spat on him and whispered,"You really were her father," and he walked away.9