The Museum of antiquities
The Night watchman for the night was punching out his time card, when he noticed the pale light that was coming from Miss Reece’s office. Ambling past he poked his head in the door. The young archaeologist seemed caught up in her research and rather than bother her, he merely smiled and left her to her work. No doubt she was putting in an all niter and with the new guard taking over shift in an hour, she should be fine so long as she didn’t leave her office. All Candy heard was the shuffling of an old man’s shoes fading to the distance before a door slammed shut, probably the trade entrance. Taking up her tea cup, she took another sip, before bowing her head down and returning to her studies.
Outside the Museum.
Parked across the street from the Museum, Shane had pulled up and cut the ignition before easing back in his leather seat. He watched with a certain amount of curiosity as the night watchman was leaving the building. You could see in many parts of the Muesum windows that the lights were off with the exception of one area down the back. This could well be the curator or at least someone burning the midnight oil.
“And that is our cue.” Shane said, undoing his seat belt and then exiting the vehicle. He waited for Carmen to join him before giving her a sly wink and then using vampire speed he dashed across the road, then crawled like a spider up the side of the building till reaching the top. Along the top of the Museum was many alcove windows that were easy to access.
When Carmen caught up with him, he would unlock one of the windows, and using his climbing abilities gain entry to the museum, crawling across the roof, then dropping down with a light clack of his heels on the second floor. It wasn’t the Egyptian exhibit area, but more for the Wild west era of the United states. Watching his love follow him, his eyes glowered as he spun his torch.
“Isn’t this fun?” Sounding like they were on some sort of adventure, rather than trying to rough someone up for information on an old scroll.
Down in her office, Candy raised her head when she heard the odd sound of a window on the second floor create a din as it closed. “What the hell was that?” she thought to herself, actually getting up from her seat and going to her door. She sung out for the night watchman, who had left the building already.
The silence in return had her shiver with fright. Had he gone home early and left her alone in the Museum? Taking up her flash light, she left her office and then went in search of the sounds she had heard above. Could it be true that something was lurking in the Egyptian exhibit? That was where she was heading to first.
Shane urged Carmen to follow him as he made his way down the stairs, and could see a large Egyptian statue leading the way to the exhibit. They were getting close. Creeping along he looked every bit the the theif, till suddenly a bright light came from the other direction. It was Candy.
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
Little did any of them know, that one of the Egyptian statues had come to life, hiding behind one of the blue curtains. The returning of the scroll to it’s rightful owner had magics that no one knew about.
Rheksas and Emily’s Truck
Coming back from a night out to feed, the pair were the to get a call from their Lord, Vlad Tepes.
“Emilia. You and Rheksas are to return immediately. I have a job for you.”
“Yes M’lord” Emilay answered, switching off the cell and pocketing it. Rheksas was driving and glanced at his General asking.“What did he want?” Easing back in her seat as the truck sped down the old road she replied. “A job. I take it he has found part of what he is seeking.” Rheksas grinned maliciously at the thought they were finally going to be put to good use, instead of running simple errands.
“I hate to be in their shoes.” He joked, while Emilia sat stony faced. So far this trip to the Havens had brought up nothing to find the artifacts, and the Count was doing a lot of his own undercover work. She sometimes wondered if they were even really needed. Rheksas noticed this as her body language always betrayed her.
“Smile….you are prettier when you do.”
“I would…if I had reason too.”
She was just another pawn in the Count’s plans.