{The Thief and The Glass Heart}

It was raining when I met him, his black wild hair sticking to his face. He was on the roof top of Madam Sheeris mansion, creeping along stealthily. My eyes followed him from the darkness of my hiding spot. I knew he would come tonight. The old woman was probably just finishing up her dinner, and sitting down to read with a cup of warm tea. All alone in the big house, and what would she notice if anything was gone? After all thats what he was there for.

I held my breath and watched the master of thievery work his magic. He reached in his pocket and retrieved something that shined in the dim light of the house, he seemed to be prying the window open.

Movement from the other room caught my eye. Madam Sheeris was now walking around. The thief was still in the window sill trying to open it. Sit back down. I pleaded softly to her, and wiped my wet forehead with my sleeve. My eyes darted back and forth from the thief to the old lady.

She must have heard him, she was now on the phone. The police! She was calling the police. Before I had a chance to glance in his direction, he was gone.

At least he was smart enough to leave... wait.

He was IN the house.

I moved quickly, climbing up the garden fence, and crawling to the rooftop, not as half as graceful as he. Awkwardly I entered through the window, and looked around the darkened room. There was a faint glow of her fireplace from the next room.

Why was I even here?

My feet had made muddy wet spots on the white fluffy carpet, he made a barely there indent. I looked around the room, but the darkness was too much, but before I had a chance to turn around, there was a flash of something metal, and a small knife was aimed at my throat.

I stood up straight catching my breath.

No words were spoken, his black eyes searched my face, they were wild and intense. Rainwater dripped down the side of his face, to the dark scruff.

"She's going to call the police." I whispered. His jaw clenched at the word, but his eyes never left mine. I noticed in his hand he held a cloth bag, lightly filled. "You need to leave."

He glanced past me to the window, then back to my face, like a wild animal planing its escape.

I started to step out of the way, and he shoved me against the wall, eyes flashing dangerously. The fire sparked in back room. The knife was to my skin, the metal was cold.

Footsteps were on the stairs.

"Adia. What are you doing?" Madam Sheeris said entering the room, "You are soaking wet! And look what you did to my carpet."

With that, my thief was gone.