Why you shouldn't look
The Endermen peered out from behind the tree. He didn't hear anyone. No zombies on the hunt for flesh, no skeletons looking for something to shoot, and no creepers watching for nice everything to destroy. But there was someone he did see, someone that brought an amused smile to his face. It was her. The slender, diamond clad beauty, with flowing blonde, and from what he heard, beautiful green eyes. Of course, he would know instantly if they ever landed on him. He was almost hoping for it, for he could finally approach her, but she would either fight back, or run away. He wanted neither to happen. He deserved her affection. He had worked hard to ensure her safety. He held a high position in the ender line of nobility; he was second born of the Ender Dragon. This had given him red eyes at birth. No other Endermen dared challenge his authority, but the other monsters had to be controlled with sheer brutality. The creepers immediately bowed to him after the first time they had attacked his beautiful human. The skeletons answered to the creepers, the spiders to the skeletons, the zombies to the spiders, and everything else to the zombies. He ran this world. As he pondered this, he didn't notice his prized human turn around to face him. He immediately looked up and smiled a smile of victory.
Lydia immediately closed her eyes. It had seen her! The Endermen had always struck fear into her, but this one SMILED at her. The kind of smile that says FINALLY! I CAN WORK HORRORS ON YOU! She kept her eyes closed, hoping, praying it didn't come any closer. She had pissed off an Enderman only once before, and it wasn't a pleasant experience. She remembered the sharp claws raking across her face and shuddered. She decided to open her eyes a peek. The horrible, yet stunning, red eyes where only inches from her face. She yelped, and leapt back a few feet. She started backing away, but she eventually tripped over a dirt block. The Enderman towered over her, blocking her path for escape. It smiled, showing razor sharp teeth. She felt tears coming down her face and she started to sob uncontrollably, but she didn't dare try to move. She looked up at her attacker and saw, to her surprise; it had extended a claw to her. She hesitantly took it, and it visibly stiffened. It obviously had never felt human skin before. It leaned in to her face and spoke in a voice barely above a whisper,
"Not the best first meeting, but at least you didn't swing that horrible diamond sword at me." Her eyes widened in shock and horror.
"You can speak?" Lydia squeaked.
He had never felt better. After briefly scaring her, they were speaking to each other.
"Of course I can speak. I am not your average Enderman; I am nobility on my world, no harm will ever come to you when I'm around, so stop cowering." He looked into her eyes. The others were right. Her eyes were the most beautiful emeralds he had ever seen. Even though, at the moment they were filled with tears. He still needed to get her to calm down. While he was thinking of a way to do that without scaring her further, she asked a question that gave him the answer.
"What's your name?" She asked timidly.
"Phantom."