Kapitel 1: Chapter 1- This Can't Be Real

What I saw that night had teeth as sharp as knives. His eyes were red. Blood red. He wore dark colors and steel toed boots. He had a bikers jacket and a bandana that covered half his face. He reeked of a weird oder that made my eyes water. He was carrying a blade as long as a cane, chasing a girl that had a dim glow around her and her shadow cast on the side of the building she was leaning against almost looked like wings. There was another too. A boy who was farther away seemed to be following them from the distance. He was trying to be discreet but I saw right through him. He was also dressed in black but he made the whole I'm bad act work. I couldn't see his face because he had his jacket hood up. He had a weapon in his hand too. A weapon I've never seen before. It was a knife, but it was clear, almost see through and it glowed green when he stroked his hand along it. The boy approached them. He was so quiet they didn't even know he was there. I watched him as I hid behind a dumpster. The boy with the sharp teeth pinned the girl in a corner. A look of fear covered her face as she looked up at him. He pulled out a smaller knife from his pocket. As he tried to stab her, the hooded boy already having one in his hand pulled out another green glowing knife from his belt, holding one to the boys throat and the other to his lower back pushing him around to face him. The girl slid behind the hooded boy as he pushed the man with the sharp teeth into the corner still holding one knife to his throat and the other now to his stomach. Without hesitation the hooded boy murmured something in his ear that I couldn't quite make out and then killed him before he had the chance to say anything back. That's when I let out a big gasp and ran off like a jet. Of course I had to trip on something and I went down on the ground. When I looked up I found myself looking at the beautiful blue eyes of the hooded boy. He reached his hands up and slowly pulled his hood down. He was pale and had blonde sort of long hair with bangs that went across his face. There was something about him that made me want to get up and run but I knew I wouldn't get far. Then he spoke. "You can see me." It wasn't a question.