HIs eyes. His eyes. Those were the things she remembered the most. Not the party, or the throbbing music or anyone around. It was his eye's that stained the inside of her mind and and the sanity of her brain. She saw them even now, reflected on every surface, staring back at her from every mirror they were. Glowing outside the glass doors at the foot of her bed. But that wasn't her imagination. Renaldo was his name. At least that's what he had told her was his name. Anything else did not matter, any quibble was unimportant. It was him, his hair, his face, his eyes.

There he stood, cloaked in black. With sallow fingers and catlike grace, he lifted his hand to the doorhandle and slid it back. He stepped into the room silently, with bloody footsteps staining the carpet in each soundless bound. Frozen in terror, held by his gaze, she was motionless. He walked ever closer, until he was standing silently by her bedside. The flashed of it came back to her. The girls, fluttering about him like banshees. His offers, with limbre fingers outstreched, for a dance. They moved alone, regardless of who stood around them.

He smiled, teeth gleaming in the moonlight, and she shrank in fear, her breath becoming shallow. Gaps in the crowd, missing strangers no one seemed to care about. And he was gone, too. He reached out, stroked her long, silvery hair that had been grayed by moonlight and refurvished by the night. The frozen ground, the crinkling leaves like bits of paper, partially burned, but not quite. The blood on her best friends neck like ink in the moonlight. The dance Renaldo had shared with her before the reaping of her soul. And then they appeared; the glass eyes like rats peering up at her, the light of their last pleads still seeping breathlessly. Blood marking the innocent with stains of ignonymy.

And there was his eyes, too. Inky mouth, sharp teeth, and bright eyes shining from his sunken, shallow face. Revealed in the moonlight to be the ageless monster he was. The sound of her feet on the ground as she slipped away in a trance from that spot like an apparent ghost.

And now there he stood, fingers threaded in her hair, eyes coming ever closer, staining her face with their gaze. She trembled in fear, breath turning to gasps but still silent as stone as his lips touched her neck.
And then he pulled back
Smiled
And glided away like a nightmare, laughing with a hideous glee that drove itself into her memory for all eternity.