Red Eyes

There was just something about those emerald green eyes, the first day I saw them, they seemed to bore into my soul and I swore I saw them flash red for a brief second but things like that don’t happen. This isn’t Twilight or The Vampire Diaries, this is reality. I mean I have witnessed some bizarre things but I know that eyes don’t just flash red for no reason; I probably just didn’t get enough sleep and should stop watching Supernatural before I go to sleep.

I’ve never been the kind of girl to question things. I know things go bump in the dark but I figure if you can’t see it then I don’t need to worry about it. My life was simple, get good grades, get into a good college and leave my old life behind. I didn’t have a bad childhood, I didn’t grow up rich but I didn’t want for much honestly I always had what needed. My parents were strict but they wanted what’s best for me. When I got accepted into London University they were beyond excited because I would be following their plan, I would be going to an amazing university and do something big with my life.

I honestly didn’t have a clue what I wanted to do with my life other than possibly being a teacher but I knew my parents wouldn’t approve of that because I was too smart to waste my time teaching others for such low income. My parents were both dentists so they expected me to have a respectful profession nothing artistic really. I didn’t mind horribly but to be honest I am god awful at science and math is even worse for me. I love English and words, especially words. I feel like there’s always a word to express but I normally keep mine to myself I don’t like to disappoint people.

I left for University a month before classes started, I wanted to get a job and get used to the city. I knew I wouldn’t be driving anywhere because driving on what I consider the “wrong” side of the road is something I couldn’t do. I found a job at a library that was a about half a mile off campus and about a miles distance from my apartment which I learned here they refer to it as a “flat.” It was an easy job and I enjoyed it because it was never busy really and I got to sit and read while I waited finding new treasures every day.

The first time I saw him was in a café, I only noticed him because I happened to look up at the right time. I had never seen a man more perfectly sculpted in my entire life. I didn’t know whether it was his strong cheek bones or the light that seemed to grow around him when he smiled, maybe it was his perfect curly hair but everything about him radiated perfection and made me feel almost lucky to be in his presence. I caught his eye and quickly looked back down to the book I was reading, my face covered in a blush that would almost be impossible to hide with my pale complexion. I swear I heard him lightly chuckle but I couldn’t be certain.

I did however noticed how everyone looked at him, it wasn’t fear per say but it seemed like everyone knew who he was and they had an air of what I would call caution about them. I quickly got up and took my cup back up to the counter to get a refill before heading back out into the cold London air. I was still getting used to the weather and it was all that was on my mind while I stood in the line waiting for my coffee, my co-workers laugh at me for drinking coffee because all of them seem to really like their tea.

I turned back around and there he was, I offered him a small smile which he returned widely. I quickly left the shop it was like his eyes were magnets, I wanted to get lost in them and never come back out. I knew better than that though, guys like him aren’t interested in mousy girls like myself. I radiate innocence which can be a turn on or a turn off I suppose but normally when they realize they can’t get with me they turn away. I am perfectly fine with it, I liked being alone it was safer that way. I knew that way the only person I could hurt was myself.

As I looked back in the window I could almost feel his eyes on me and that’s when I saw it. They flashed red briefly and that devilish smile seemed to grow like somehow he knew I was looking right at him. My heart was beating wildly and I was sure I was just crazy. I must just be crazy. I have to be crazy right?

My first week of classes had gone by smoothly, nothing bad had happened. It was a normal college experience and I was enjoying it really. I met a few people but no one I really wanted to hang out with aside from a girl named Alicia who didn’t care if I wanted to hang out or not I didn’t get the option. She was becoming someone I trusted greatly. She was amazing and beautiful and everyone seemed to know her.

After classes got out on Friday I was fairly ecstatic for the weekend, I had plans with Alicia and work was something that seemed to calm me. School here was very different and while I excelled in America it was a much harder grading curve here and I seemed to have to work extra hard to keep up with the academic excellence I strived for. I never had much of a social life and one thing my parents pushed on me was that grades were important and if you failed that’s exactly what you were a failure.

“Alice, would you mind running these books to Style’s industries for me, Mr. Styles always orders books from here and we normally have Darla do it but she is out sick for the next week since she “miraculously” got strep” Erica said with air quotes making me smile.

I nodded my head and the elderly woman smiled. She hated Darla because she was in fact lazy and did nothing other than in her own words suck the boss off so she could be head librarian. We weren’t just a library though; we were also a book store. Apparently its fairly common over here to be both it was something I was still getting used to.

Apparently Mr. Styles was a handsome but scary man. He was very young and extremely powerful in London. I didn’t know what his job was but I knew Darla only took the books over because she said he was so “fuckable.” Every time she would say that word I would cringe, I just felt like you could use a better word than “fuckable” so many words in the English language and that was the best you could do.

I followed the map I was given and found the large well decorated building. I walked into the lobby
and talked to the receptionist who told me what to do and gave me my pass to get to Mr. Styles office. She seemed friendly but I could see something else in her eyes, one thing I was more than good at was reading people. Her eyes showed fear and what I believed to be curiosity.

I knocked on his door and I heard a deep voice say “come in.” I slowly opened the door and there he was the man from the café with the curly hair and beautiful green eyes.

“Well you’re not Darla” He said with a smile on his face. “Well come on in little one.”

I slowly pushed my way into his office there was something very strange about the man something that I couldn’t place my finger on. I handed him the books and his fingers brushed mine and I felt as if I had been electrocuted, something sparked inside me and I didn’t like it. I swear I saw his eyes flash red again but I know it’s my mind playing tricks on me.

“From now on I want you to deliver my books not Darla, can you do that little one, give me a verbal reply and a name would be nice as well, I am Harry” he said in a definite condescending tone.

“Okay” I said.

For some reason my name seemed to be caught on my tongue, there was something ever intimidating about the man before me. He was obviously much larger than me by a good foot at least if not a little more, he had well defined muscles and biceps. He was in a way, menacing.

“My name is Aliceandra” I said softly.

“Well it is a pleasure to meet you Aliceandra, I know I will be seeing much more of you” He said ushering me out his hand in the middle of my back.

I hadn’t even seen him move from behind his desk. There was something off here and honestly I didn’t want to find out what it was. I’ve seen how those movies end, the girl who looks under the bed tends to get bitten. I didn’t want to be that girl, but what if I wasn’t given the choice.

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