Those Eyes

The dog flew between the iron railings, slammed into the car, and landed on the grass below, dead.

Retracting the foot that had just launched behind the brown pup, he looked down at the limp body with cold indifferent eyes. As he was getting ready to go downstairs and hide the evidence his eyes caught its brother on the other side of the iron grate fence.

An innocent inquisitive look came upon its young face as it tilted its large head to one side and looked at his brother lying on the floor.

Their owners were warned about their frequent uninvited visits into his yard, the territory of his blue-gray Chartreux, Ocean. This time the pup had managed to kill Ocean after successfully wounding it a week and a half ago. So he’d taken it upon himself to reciprocate.

He looked into the silvery-blue eyes of his dead cat wide open. It was the trait they shared. Like two silvery ocean pools, their eyes shone bright in the sunlight and flashed a mirror-like sheen in the night.

Then he saw the pup’s expression changed. The innocence melted off its face in a flash. What replaced it shouldn’t belong to a darling creature. In fact that expression didn’t belong to any animal in the animal kingdom.

The young man looking at the dog did know to whom, or to what, it did belong.

Warily he made his way down the flight of stairs. They weren’t pups, or dogs for that matter. Now that he knew what they were he knew that he was no longer safe, in his house or in this neighbourhood.

Their eyes locked as he reached downstairs and walked over to the body. Then as he picked up the body the most unearthly bark emanated from its small mouth. He quickly made his way to the backyard running alongside the fence. Rustling leaves followed him as he flew into the backyard, his eyes caught the pup as it appeared. Blood-red dots replaced its previously brown eyes a thirsty look in its eyes appeared.

The young man threw the dog’s corpse over the moss-stained wall that blocked his backyard from the overgrown empty lot behind his house.

A yelp followed then he snapped his neck just in time to see the pup launch into the air. Mid-air a most gruesome transformation took place.

Bones arthritically bend over each other and broke making room from much bigger bones. Its paws spread out painfully and snapped apart as longer claws stretched forth. Shoulder bones arched over dangerously and cracked making room for a much wider, more humanly shoulders. Its jaws dislocated and dropped then a large snout protruded as rows of sharp teeth made their way out of its gums to fill up the space. Its forelegs snapped a 90 degree angle from its shoulders as muscle spread across its underbelly.

It was almost on top of him when he yelled, “Cirsmetré!”

A thing long dark wand materialised in his grasp it was pointed at the dog-beast that was getting really to land on top of him.

He quickly combed through his memory of spells to find the perfect one.

“Bir Sighit!” a series of arrow shaped orange flames sputtered from the tip of his wand and swallowed the beast in fire.

Before the fire-encased creature fell upon him it was consumed by the fire which burnt itself out in a small wisp of smoke.

Growl!

He returned his eyes to the fence. His neighbours were standing looking at him piercing him with blood-red eyes, hungry.

He readied his wand.