There he was again, staring with those brown warm eyes. He always stares at the same time-during lunch. It crept me out but at the same time I felt a connection between us.
His eyes were warm brown mixed with a pinch of green around the edges. Which made me think of grass and dirt working together to keep each other strong and healthy. The stare was like duck tape the moment you looked at his eyes, you couldn't stop staring. The eyes looked friendly, but thirsty. Thirsty for blood, maybe?
Those perfect shaped eyes with not a thing out of place could be proof of him being a vampire. His eyes were deepening their stare, like they were looking into my soul. I ripped my eyes away from the staring and tried to pay attention to my friend.
The image of his eyes made me have to look again. Now instead of warm brown eyes, I saw hungry blood thirsty eyes that were as red as blood. I shivered afraid of the red evil eyes. I knew one day of I was ever alone with him in a room, those blood thirsty eyes would be the end of me, and he'd finally have what he wanted. My blood.
