I staggered down the road alone with a bottle of vodka wrapped with a brown paper bag. The roads were surprisingly empty, and the traffic lights were turning from red to green. The streetlights bordered the streets and the building’s lights were all turned off.  "In New York!!!! Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, there’s nothing you can’t do, now you’re in New York!!! These streets will make you feel brand new, the lights will inspire you, let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York!" I sang as I stumbled over my own feet, and grabbed a light pole for support.

"Damn sidewalk," I muttered putting my whole body weight on the pole. "Damn sidewalk, damn party, damn vodka," I said holding the bottle in front of me. "Which way should I go Smirnoff? Let’s take a shortcut," I said with a slur. I pushed my body off the light pole and walked down the alley.  "Let’s hear it for New York, New Yor—" I hummed until I made a sudden stop in the middle of the alley.

            My eyes shot open, as I suddenly sobered up. I tried to run away, but my legs wouldn’t let me. "Please," the girl against the wall whimpered with a weak voice. The large, dark figure that stood in front of her pulled his arm back, and thrust it forward with all his strength. My eyes locked with the girl’s as they went wide, and her body went limp against the man. He stepped away, and let her body fall to the cement as he pulled a cloth out of his pocket and wiped the blood away from the blade.

            He didn’t notice my presence until my grip against the vodka bottle shattered on the ground. His movements froze, and his head turned towards me. Right then, I saw the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. They were blue-green with a hint of grey, and just breathtaking. I took a sharp breath in as my brain felt like mush, as I got lost in his eyes. "You’re next," he said in a calm, soothing voice.  Breaking my stare as he turned back forward with his back towards me, he continued wiping his blade clean.