The party was in full throttle. David had gone to an abandoned asylum after putting out word that there was going to be a Rave hosted by him. Like flies too shit the people had shown up. A DJ to spin made the crowd roar with approval as they bounced up and down to the beat.
On the dance floor Kat was dancing giggling to herself. She had gone to a tattoo artist and spent 3 hours getting a large side tattoo of an Alice in Wonderland scene. The note from the bottle disappeared into her short shorts, curled just above her crotch, and read predictably enough ' Eat Me '. She wore a crop top with no sleeves showing off skinny biceps with cheaper tattoos that she didn't even remember getting.
Brian danced with her drinking out of a large bottle of dark beer. People had shown up with everything from disco biscuits, to acid, to cocaine. He was fully loaded and already planning to ditch Kat for a hot Latino chick that was on a table moving her body like she was fucking air.
Brightly colored lights lit the inside of the cafeteria where they were set up. All the windows had been painted black or boarded up years ago so the chances of the light giving them away was pretty low and the cops had almost stopped raiding this place years ago.
David leaned down and snorted up a line of coke then leaned back to place his hand around a blonde girl with big tits snuggled next to him. A Beautiful black girl set on the other side of him and she snorted coke off the top of his head making all three of them crack up.
David couldn't believe it. One side peace of that collar had gotten them twelve grand and the museum promised them the last piece might bring in as much as 40,000. If that wasn't enough to make him happy the prostitute's body had apparently disappeared. He had crept back to check and found the ally empty. All day he had kept an ear open but no one reported a dead body anywhere. She might be found later but by them they would have all the money and be gone.
Only Daniel seemed unable to let go and enjoy himself. He kept thinking about the woman and how it had felt to have her body vomit up it's infant on him. The thought made his sour stomach cramp and he struggled to keep from puking. Every time he saw some pregnant chick the whole thing would go through his head again. He was scared. Really scared. If this woman had been a prostitute like David claimed and her body was gone did that mean they were off the hook?
Daniel didn't think so. He was worried some big wheel would get his goons looking for whoever killed his property and maybe his kid. He had seen what the gangs had done to each other before in the street and he was scared there was going to be a target on his forehead. He swallowed and and wondered outside for a moment. He was tempted to take his money grab his sister and take off fuck the rest of the money from the auction.
His sister was the only thing keeping him here. She was only 20 and worked hard at a gas station sometimes doing double shifts. They shared an apartment. Unlike him she had finished school and kept her nose clean. She was trying to decide what to do with her life and whether she wanted to pursue some kind of degree or not. Daniel had watched her back all while they had grown up. Their mother had been a drunk and Daniel had made sure to take his sister's beatings as much as he could. His mother had broken her neck falling down the stairs. While his sister had cried and mourned their last relative Daniel had felt nothing but icy satisfaction.
He had managed to keep David from meeting her stating he had a roomate who was a snitch hence they had always hung out someplace else.
Yet if he did take his money and his sister and run there was a good possiblity that David might hunt him down. David might have been a nobody but he was a vicious cunning nobody. He couldn't trust Daniel to take off and be happy with thousands left to collect. He would believe that Daniel was going to rat him out and he'd pounce before Daniel ever got on a bus out of here.
He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He found himself wishing he had never seen that woman with the gold collar.
The old man removed his trays of gold and silver coins and stacked them in the safe. He then went back and removed the jewelry. He left fake jewelry and fake coins in the glass cases which tended to make robbers grab what they saw and take off without checking for the safe in the back.
A noise alerted him briefly. It had sounded like foot steps. He frowned and stood up. He carefully picked up a bat he kept on his desk and stepped out front.
" Hello? " There was no answer. After checking to make sure his door was locked he shook his head and went back to closing up. He took out the heart shaped gold lock and admired it one more time. It wasn't the gold it wsa the history. This thing was old. that;s what the druggies hadnt cared about. This was ancient history and he looked forward to studying it to learn of it's origins.
He set it back in it's glass case and shut the safe. He began to whistle turning to head out the back door when he heard a noise again. Confused knowing he had locked up he stepped out around the counter and was suddenly struck across the gut. He cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
He opened watery eyes and looked up. He blinked and squinted at a dark blob in front of him.
" Aww can't ya see old man? Well let me help ye if I can!"
The Leprechaun picked up the old gentlemen's glasses spat slimy globs on them and shined the lenses up. He held it up briefly looking through the glasses. With a satisfied nod he walked towards the old shop keeper who had been painfully scooting away. He popped the glasses on him
" Boo!" The Leprechaun cackled uproariously over the look on the man's face as he got a good look at him.
" God! God in heaven...what...what are you? " The old man stared at the blazing green eyes that pinned him. It was the most horrible thing...well strike that he had seen some woman in Walmart who had been pretty horrible...this was surely the second most horrible thing he'd ever seen. It looked like a demon with long red hair and bad teeth that almost seemed like fangs. It clicked it's clawed hand in annoyance.
The leprechaun frowned EVERYONE asked him that was it really that hard for everyone to see him for what he was?
" See me hat? See tha cut of me coat? The buckles on me shoes? I'm a leprechaun me lad. "
He paced in front of the old man briefly as an after thought he added, " I've been asked that so many times sometimes me thinks I should be wearing a sign."
He walked passed a display of sport equipment and picked up a golf club used for miniature golf. He gave it a couple of practice swings sneering at the frightened old man as he did so.
" What ho! The only kind of wee iron I can hold!" The club made a swooshing sound as he chopped the air viciously with it.
" What do you want? Take anything you want! Just please don't hurt me!"
" You've got somethin' tha' belongs tae me. A wee locket, a golden hart, one piece of three broken parts!"
The old man nodded quickly " Yes yes I'll get it right now!" He got up to head to the back when he was struck from behind, the metal club burying itself behind his knee.
With a screech of pain he went down.
" Now now me lad do this again if you please...move nice and slow for the little man in green."
The man sobbed as he found himself staring at the end of the club held in front of his face. How easily the heavy little golf club could bash his face in. Pain ripped down his chest as he held up a trembling hand trying to ward of more blows.
The Leprechaun licked his lips and grinned. He waved a clawed finger in front of his prey." No tricks!"
Gasping sweat dripping down his face making his white hair stick to his head his shaking hands overshot the numbers on the lock three times before he got it open.
The Leprechaun eagerly stepped forward to claim his praise then hissed in pain when his exposed skin touched the iron metal.
He had to move more carefully. He got the locket first. With a wave of his hand his pot of gold appeared in front of him. He added the locket and then helped himself the rest of the gold and jewels in the safe. Another wave of his hand and the pot was gone. He turned and saw the old man had collapsed.
He rubbed the gold locket around his neck which contained a small braided piece of Desire's hair. " Got back some of your gold my dear and I can feel it in me heart...the rest be near!"
He turned to leave paused briefly over the old man. He was dead. The old gnome frowned a moment he had fully intended to bash the old blighters head in, He waved his hand briefly over the body.
" Hmm heart a attack. Well not my fault, I was too busy robbing his vault!"
With another evil cackle the Leprechaun disappeared.