I love his eyes.

I’m glad I took them.

They sit on my nightstand, night after night. I take care of them and they look just like the first time I saw them. I had been wandering the streets near dusk, when I saw him. He was walking toward me, his movements were fluid and flowed with the serenity of a brook. The current pulled me to him as his eyes connected with mine. They were a deep emerald green that flashed under the streetlight. Flashed with a hunger that I was not prepared to satiate. Before I knew it he was right in front of me, grabbing my waist. Running his other hand down my arm, whispering his wants into my ear.

I wanted to run.

I wanted to hide. No.

I wanted revenge.

I played into his body for a brief moment while I drew my dagger from my waistband. I was quick and his eyes flashed just as the metal did before it met his neck. Blood rushed over me as his body fell slack against my own. I heaved him off with a grunt and went to work. I couldn’t care less about his body since it had just seconds ago been violating mine. But those eyes. Those eyes had me transfixed upon their vacant gaze. It had seemed a pity to just leave them there to waste away.

So I took them.