Skye crept, ever so slowly, into the small room. He felt his heart rattle with adrenaline, excited at a new victim. An entire farm! He believed her name was… Claire, was it? She must be crazy with anticipation by now! The lights were off, he noted. Perhaps she planned to surprise him. The whole town could be prepared to ambush him! He stepped lightly into the room, smiling for the lights he was prepared to have flashed on his face. Nothing. His bright smile wavered slightly, but he continued into the house. She was certainly thorough, but no one could outwit the acclaimed Phantom Skye!
A few minutes of awkward silence in the dark later, Skye's suspicion began to rise. Using the moonlight reflected off his silver hair as a guide, he felt his way over to a lamp. He braced himself as the room illuminated in a soft light, but nothing came. In fact, there was a girl sleeping in the small trundle bed! Had she not gotten his note? No, he realized, there it sat on her bedside table. Had he been… Blown off?
Irritation whelmed up inside him. How dare she?! Who did she think she was, ignoring his threat as if it was nothing! Surely, feeling his anger, she would wake up.
She did not. Tentatively he crept over to her bed, now really and truly upset. He huffed loudly, then a little louder, then a little louder still. No dice. She slept silently, even having the nerve to form a small smile in her sleep. Slowly, slooowly, he reached out an index finger to poke her arm. Four times. "Drat!" he muttered under his breath. Suddenly, the house erupted into loud barking. A tiny dog growled ferociously at his feet, hair standing on end. This wasn't good.
Claire sat up with a jolt. "Pluto?!" she called franticly, "Pluto!" Then she stopped, startled into silence. A silver haired man sat on her floor, bathed in matching silver moonlight. He was trying to shush her dog, unsuccessfully. Both of them shut up when the saw she had woken. "Oh!" she yelped, "Who are you?" Skye glared at her childishly. "Perhaps you did not receive my note?" Realization spread over Claire's face. "Oops." She muttered, "I, uh, thought that was a joke." It then occurred to Claire how ridiculous this whole conversation was. She was too tired to handle it, though, so instead she slumped back into bed. The man in the moonlight smiled devilishly, pleased that they were finally getting somewhere.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Phantom Skye, prince of the stars! I must say, you are quite—" Skye was cut off by loud, unladylike snores. Claire had drifted off…
Only after Skye had been properly nursing his hurt pride for several hours did it occur to him that this may have been his first unsuccessful robbery yet. He had never actually stolen anything at Claire's, had he? A slow smile spread across his face. He would have to visit again, and this time, it would be no joke.
So I may continue this and make a series, but I need reviews! It's my first, and I know it's short, but please be nice. :P I'm grateful for any feedack, and please remember to rate!