The eerie glow of eyeshine was something any vampire hunter probably familiarized themselves with before anything else-- how to tell a lurking allycat or a marauding raccoon apart from bloodsucking denizens of the underworld about to fly out of the shadows towards your jugular was probably pretty important.

But the two glowing circles that met Anthony as he whirled around were not the result of light bouncing off lenses and reflecting back.

They were two smoldering embers that made their own light, and also smoke. Tendrils of literal smoke drifted up from them and off into the night as they stared down at the vampire hunter, then at the faintly-glowing orange line that his knife had made on the back of its enormous hand. Then they followed the smoky trails skyward as their owner stood up. And up. And UP.