London 1888

It's another day but everyone is a little more on edge, there's a dark cloud above everyone and there's a dark secret among them. I was one of many to have a dark secret but mine was a lot worse then the rest. Every night since my wife was murdered I would find my self in the middle of an alleyway staring down it. I always thought my wife would show up but she doesn't. Now I just stand there looking at the moon and wondering (why are u so pretty). I feel a hand on my shoulder I turn around, "hello sir" the police officer said, i said "hello officer how may I help you?" "You know it's past curfew right sir" "is it that time already wow how the time flies" "sir I need you back in your home please" "well about that..." my eyes start to turn red I told the officer "look up at the moon isn't pretty" he was confused about the question "did you say the moon is pretty" "yes, the moon is pretty don't you say" "no, I can't see the moon if I could then i will still say no..." "why's that..." "because the moon is just a light." "OK officer whats your name?" "My name is John sir" officer john says with a nervous voice"John look at me is there some wrong..." nothing sir.. what's your name" "my name is Vonn, so John what color is my eyes" "they are RED!" "Yes yes yes yes they are RED! So it's your last chance is the moon pretty....." "I'm still going to say n..." officer John's head fells to the floor and rolls into a wall "that's why I love the moon." The next day, the alleyway where I was last night is now barricade off I walk up to the officer "what happened here sir" the officer told me "my fellow officer was murdered. All we can tell was that there was someone here with him, a bystander told us that he was talking to someone here then in a blink on in eye his head was off on the floor and the guy had red eyes they said." "But that's ridiculous no has red eyes that makes no sense" "that's why we don't trust this area now move along" "OK OK I'll leave have a nice day" "I'll see you later and kill you" I said in a quiet voice as I'm walking away.