Lucius and the Thief

Yay! ^.^ Finally got round to it!! sorry it took so long =p


Chapter 2

A Steal

A cold draught woke Isabelle, she shivered and sat up; the window was still open, leaning over she pulled it shut and stretched leisurely, it had been the best nights sleep she had had in ages.

Deciding she had better leave before the room was checked, she clambered off the bed and pulled on her shorts and top. They smelt of lavender, she had washed them in the bathtub, she grinned to herself, enjoying the long forgotten feeling of clean cloth against her skin.
After wrapping herself in her deep-pocketed coat, she decided to take what she could from the suite, not knowing when her next decent meal might come along.

She raided the minbar and fridge, taking samples of bread, cheese and cooked meats, and taking the alcohol for trade.
When she had stuffed as much as she could in her pockets she turned toward the window once more; it was risky for her to be seen scaling the side of the building in broad daylight but she couldn’t very well waltz out of the main reception area either… She cursed herself for waking up so late.

She made her way quietly towards the bed, when a sudden grunt made her freeze in her tracks.
She felt the hairs on her neck bristle like a frightened cat, she held her breath and remained still.
For a few moments there was nothing but silence, she cast her eyes about frantically for an intruder, fearing the sight of her associate once more, her gaze rested on a ringed hand protruding from the side of a large chaise longue in the corner of the room.

Cautiously she crept towards it, keeping her breath held tight in her throat.
She came upon a man, he lay asleep in the cushions. A strange feeling knotted in her stomach as she looked at him.
He was astonishingly attractive, with pale skin and silvery blond hair that fell about his bare shoulders, his robes that lay across he back of the chair suggested wealth, made from black velvet, she watched him silently for a few minutes wandering about the color of his eyes.
He shifted suddenly, Isabelle felt her heart skip a beat, and clenched her fists in apprehension, but he merely grunted once more and carried on sleeping.
Isabelle let out a gentle sigh of relief, and tip toed slightly closer.

The afternoon sunlight was cast across his frowning face; she attempted to guess his age, and decided that he must be in his fifty’s, there were lines etched into his pale face beneath his eyes that betrayed this.
Yet his strong jaw line and thick hair gave him a youngness that outweighed his age.

He moved slightly again, the light glinted off his rings and reflected across Isabelle’s face, they were silver, entwined with two crossing snakes that had emerald eyes, suddenly all her thoughts moved to the money she could make from them.

She smirked greedily to herself and bent down beside him, within a few seconds the rings were in her pockets and off his fingers.

His eyes snapped open, cold gray eyes, sharp and instantly alert, Isabelle felt heart leap into her throat.

“What are you doing?” he snapped, as though he had never been asleep.

Isabelle leapt back from him, her heart was thundering in her chest, without another thought she turned and fled, before she could hear anything else, the wind was whistling in her ears as she jumped from the hotel window.
window.