'He remembered talking to Béla Wilson a day or two after the May incident. She certainly didn't look like someone recovering from multiple stab wound..., but her blood type was the same as the missing victim's.'The first missing victim, ' he corrected himself. Now, she was missing, too. 'Or, was she missing – again?''It isn't possible, ' he decided, again. Maybe the two victims were related. If so, it was possible that one was protecting the other. 'But, why? Does she have a sister? And why would. Either that or I have a real quick metabolism. Well maybe it is both. Anyway, I was really hungry and I couldn't go into the city to buy dinner. For one, I didn't have any money on me. And I was illegal in the country. Just as I was about to take off into the air, I heard a sound. Just below me an old man was walking, pulling a cart with creaking wheels along a dirt road.Quietly I jumped into the air and glided down to the road. As I flew down, I didn't make any sound and landed quite silently. You are just drunk,” Mark said.“Why did you let me drink that much,” his sister slurred.“You got drunk all on your own,” her brother said.“Please just take me home,” Teresa slurredly begged.“Alright, let’s go,” Mark told his sister. He had to help the drunk and staggering young teen out to his car. Teresa almost fell down getting into the passenger’s seat.While driving to take Teresa home, Mark looked over at his young sister. She had gotten quiet. Teresa had passed out. Her head was leaning. " I couldn't resist adding.They exchanged a look and came closer.I walked over to them and looked at their eye colors.I retreated with shock clearly on my face."Holy shit.He's right." "Huh?What are you talking about?" Vince asked."Micheal.He told me you guys had....unusual eye colors.They're like...mint green." I said.I could see them relax.Their eyes changed color."Holy Fuck! Now they're blue!" That time, I slapped my forehead."What?You haven't seen anyone's eyes change color by their moods?".