Snippet #1816368

"You never truly know If your missing something, Until it has been stolen..."

The security guard swore he could have heard something. He swung the flashlight against the wall, but saw nothing of the sorts. He hated working night shifts at this damned museum. Not only was the pay crap, but the fucking statues creeped him out. Who wanted to see a damn T rex every time you turn a corner? He sighed, and began to walk back, when he heard a little groan. He turned rapidly, the flashlight nearly falling out of his shaking hands. He gasped, and recognized another night guard. He assumed that he might have just fallen over, maybe even drunk, until he saw the neck. 2 piercings, dripping slightly with a red liquid. Blood. The guard new what came next, and he looked up. Smeared above the dead guard, where an extremely expensive painting was supposed to be sitting, were three words:

'I'm the King'

And the alarm bell rang, breaking the night time silence. But Darius couldn't care less. He had already stashed the painting in his usual treasure spot. He turned to leave, but couldn't stop giggling: It was just too easy. I'm not going back there! I could have been louder than a truck, and that guard wouldn't have heard me. And I wasn't even in uniform, just my jeans and stripes. LAAME. He shook his head, pulling out a little black book out of his back pocket. He pulled out a pen, and stroked off a name. Quickly, he flipped a few pages and wrote a little blurb underneath another name: "Don't go back: Too easy." He closed the book, and raced off with his inhumane speed toward this secret meeting place. Apparently, mischievous people such as himself were supposed to meet there. He was getting all giddy and excited about it, he couldn't contain himself. And he was full! The night was fairing better than he could have hoped. It had been too long since he had been this excited AND full at the same time.

He raced towards the cave, hearing a girl who just got off of a broom - a witch! Haven't seen one of those in a while - and stopped right beside her with a screeching halt. "It appears so miss!" For once he actually had to look down on somebody, which confused him. Most girls were about his height, so it felt awkward that this girl was shorter than him, if only a little. He pulled at his belt a little, as it was starting to sag - this highly annoys him, for it reminds him that he might have to get a smaller size of pants - and spoke once again in his excited, somehow not exactly matured voice. "Darius Hawkfoot, Master Kleptomaniac, at your service." He smiled, his neon green eyes hopefully not distracting anybody. Hopefully, he could have a bit more excitement in his life around these guys. After all, they advertise themselves as the 'League of Villains'

He scanned the room quickly, hoping to find anybody that looked like a vampire. He hoped that he could reminise with somebody, since it was kinda hard to talk about the past with those who hadn't lived it.