The pale-skinned robber was dressed in all black, from the hood o’ his black jacket to his sagging black jeans. The only variance was the silver cross that dangled from a chain round his neck, gleaming in the exquisite evening light. Said light didn’t deter his break-in.
He did stop & turn, though, when he saw the owner o’ the manor, also pale-skinned & in black, but much older, with a receding hairline, & dressed in a tuxedo with coatails that stretched out so much, they looked like a cape.
The owner, seeing the robber, raised a hand & becknoned him forward. Come. Come
.
But the man in black raised his iron pistol @ the owner, causing the owner to shrink back into the shadows with a shriek.
Give me your valuables, or I’ll put this bullet in your brain
.
The owner lowered his head just ’nough to look @ the robber, but still cringed @ the sight o’ the gleaming metal. If you insist. Come with me. I will give you something mo’ valuable than anything any mere mortal has
.
The robber smirked but followed the owner down into the basement all the same.
No one e’er saw that robber after that night… a’least, none who lived afterward.