Sitting in the shadows and covered with a hooded coat, the pale thief made not a sound as he watched the faerie estate. Unlike many traditional and old school fae kingdoms, this one had adapted some more modern touches, despite the fact that glamour hid fae and supernatural from mortal eyes and awareness. It was certainly interesting to say the least, the fae keeping tabs and updated with human flair.
Either way, it was of no concern to him, and no human or faerie was going to stop him. The sun had already set, but he still sensed activity inside, the little package not yet asleep in her bed. Soon, very soon. Cormac kept his eyes riveted on the window he had previously confirmed to be the bedchambers of the little princess herself. It was rather sad that not even faerie folk could notice him, the guards oblivious to the fact he had been stalking the place for the past two days.

Finally, the faint patter of footsteps could be heard, followed by a slightly louder step of a guard and his boots. So the princess had returned to her room, guard outside her door. Little good it would do her, she wasn't going out the door! Forcing himself not to move or chuckle, Cormac lay in wait even after her lights went off. He waited five minutes, then ten. After her soft and steady breathing began, he waited, not foolish enough to barge in after she just fell asleep. After another five minutes, Cormac allowed himself a grin, slipping easily from the tree onto the roof, his body much more capable than a human's.

Tiptoeing across the roof, Cormac lowered himself slowly onto the window ledge, gripping the edge of the roof carefully as he wiggled into her room, feet first. Sneaking over to the bedside of the sleeping princess, the male looked down at her with a cheshire cat grin. Perfect timing, he realized, as the princess shifted, rolling from on her side to lay oppossite. He stopped her mid-roll, when she was on her back. He placed a hand with a cloth over her mouth, other hand holding a knife to her chest, letting the tip just poke her.

"Hello princess. Do be a dear and keep quiet." he whispered, knowing she wouldn't be able to scream if she wanted to, the potion on the cloth rendering her unable to speak for the next hour.

"Very good girl. Smart one I see. Now come along with me. Don't bother trying to yell, you'll not be able to for an hour, so don't try. Wouldn't want you to hurt yeself." Cormac said with a smile, pocketing his knife and lifting the fae princess with ease. Such a light, petite thing! A delighted, maniacal grin lit up his face.

"It'd be so...boring to leave so suddenly! Why don't we leave them a little present? Hm?" Cormac mused as if actually consulting his victim. Taking the knife, he sliced a small lock of hair off, leaving it neatly in a pile on her pillow. The vampire headed to the window, perching himself precariously on the ledge after putting away his knife. Before he lept out the window with his captive, Cormac took a small dagger, throwing it at the wooden door, impaling a small peice of parchment with his signature calling card on it; a midnight blue cobra emblem.