In a sudden fit of pride and selfishness, you push your way through the circle towards the figure in the middle, jutting out your chest as if to show your place as Number One of the group.
The figure turns. All you can see are his eyes. Black, through and through. No pupil. No white circle. Just a black orb that glows with a dark, seductive force. He peers into your soul, and as he does, it dwindles.
More and more, your emotions bubble up from some animal part of you. Thoughts recede behind a wall of elation, of fear, of hunger for blood. The last clear sentence you remember thinking is, “I wonder if I have pink eyes, too, or if they will go dark…”
Two sharp teeth sink into your neck and you know no more.