Slave of Nothing

Coin's Not My Treasure, You Are

It's understood that in this world you can put a price on just about everything, even a persons life it seems like. We humans are the real monsters who stalk about on this planet, killing people, fighting amongst one another, and gleefully ransoming each other off. But there's another thing that some of us do in this world, a part of which I gladly value and take part in living my life as it is, stealing. To be a thief isn't exactly the most understood way to make a living but it sure is for me. There's no rules for such like us, we are what freedom is really about. We are no different than a priest killing for a good cause.

I looked away from the window, away from the sight of the exquisite sun lowering beyond the horizon. Into the sea, some might say. But, in reality, we all know that's not what happens. It simply is that when darkness falls upon our world, somewhere else is welcomed by the warm rays of morning.

The young couple lay amongst the sea of blankets, wrapped about each other in a warm embrace as they hold each other in sleep. Maybe that's what love is about, warmth. I shook the thought from my head and and prowled about the room, searching. The key lies beneath the gold but up upon the silver goblet. What ever that means.

I searched around the room but remained in a crouch, nothing giving signs of a safe ever existing here. Gradually, I turned back to the window, there is no safe here I thought to myself. A painting hung on a rather empty wall, it stood out like a sore thumb. I grinned and rubbed my hands together as I approached. With gloved hands, I quietly removed the painting from the wall, on the painting was six golden bars with a silver goblet above the goblet was some smears and I looked closer, the number seven was very tiny, but definitely there along with a three and also a five. I looked back to the wall to see the safe I had come for. I turned the dirt dial to a seven, the next a one and lastly a five. I head the click of the tumblers slipping free and the safe door opened, the golden mask laying just within. My mind raced, it's really here! It's real! Just as my fingertips made contact with the cool metal, something cool also ran down my back, a feminine gesture to it. I turned.

"You came back for me, Piero." Victoria whispered in a seductive manner, her delicate and nimble finger drawing circles across my armor.

"Victoria?" She giggled softly and took my hand, leading me out of the room away from the stranger in her bed.

"In the flesh." She grinned, her eyes icy with.... Hatred? Or passion? I don't know.

"What are you doing here? This is Gabriel's house!" She pursed her lips and hissed at him.

"Keep your voice down you idiot." She pushed on his armor, causing little to happen in return. "Fecharo the biggest bastard in all of Venice is in the other room." I laughed quietly at this, her green eyes showing sympathy in return. Her glossy black hair flowed like water down over her shoulders, her night wear, well what he considered nightwear, clinging to her curvaceous body.

"You never answered my question, why are you in Gabriel's house? She'll have you hung on the gallows if she finds you here!" I hissed at her through clenched teeth. She sighed and only shook her hand and waved it off then grabbed him. "I'm only here for you, Piero." She looped her arms up around my neck, her skin smelling of sweet percimines. I looked past her out the window, paying no interest to my desires to be held close. I don't deserve it.

I stepped back, biting my lip. An ache growing in my stomach, something I've never felt. She showed no hurt from the rejection, instead, persistently she stepped forward again and leaned up and kissed my jaw, my heart hammering as I stood, unsure of whether I should be angry or thankful. She placed guard diminishing Kisses along my jawline and neck, a burning desire rising and rumbling deep in my chest. "I know you want love, Piero." She whispered as she pulled me into a separate room and closed the door, she pulled me against her and I noticed how her curves fit against my body, a courtesan of pleasure she was. I kissed her back, unable to control myself. The tension grew and with it so did the passion. I pushed her down on the bed, allowing myself to slip her clothes free of her exquisite body, so curvaceous it was indeed, unlike anything I've ever seen. I landed gentle and caring kisses to her breasts and to her lips. It was all she could do to stifle her screams in my neck. Then there was a loud groan and I realized it was myself who had groaned as I engaged in the only love I had ever had. She cried out before whispering "I need you.... Please find me." She flashed before my eyes and she was gone. I looked around the dark room, what the hell just happened?

Something cool pressed against my skull and my question was answered "Reality."