Hearing the soft click of the lock to your neighbor's door unlocking, you grinned slyly and walked noiselessly into the huge house.You had rich neighbors, and they were very courteous about donating to the poorer community around them. Not that they knew they were. You only took enough to help out, not enough to be noticed or missed, especially in this the twenty-first century.

You kept low and made your way through the many doors to the treasure room. Having been here multiple times, you could do this blindfolded. With your (hair length/color) hair pulled back and your (boob size) chest bidden, you were entirely unrecognizable, save for your eyes, but it was way to dark for anyone to see them anyway. As you crept into the jewel-filled room, you strayed your gloved hand down to the satchel at your hip, opening it in preparation.

Before you touched anything, you straightened and looked around, putting your hand to the pin holding all your hair together, in case a quick disguise-and-get-away was needed. Scanning the room quickly, your eyes stopped on a figure clothed in a white hood, and white tunic and under shirt.

He had an overall appearance of.... Not wealth, exactly, more like ability. Not to mention renaissance, he looked entirely out of place in the modern setting of the room. The red strips of cloth that lay limp at his side accented the brown of his pants and shoes, looking almost like fresh blood.

You moved your eyes back to his face, and found his gaze intent on them as though they held the answer to his every question. They seemed to glow a bright gold for a split second, but he lowered his head and the glow disappeared. You raised one eyebrow at him when he looked back to you again, keeping the rest of your face blank. He smirked at you and put his finger to his lips before vanishing completely.

You blinked. He had just literally turned into a puff of smoke before your eyes.

You shook your head and removed your hand from your head and focused back on your task. You'd think about it later.

As you filled your satchel and made your way out of the room, a creak in the floor caught your attention and you tumble rolled under the giant table that just so happened to be right next to the room. Convenient. You held your breath as a half-asleep man walked past you and into the kitchen. You waited as he got a glass of water, drank it down painfully slowly and walked back down the hallway he had come.

You let out the breath and praised your sore lungs for being nice to you with fresh oxygen as you made your way out of the house and into the front yard. Your biggest problem was making it over the fence. It was about ten feet tall, and straight, smooth concrete, with no trees or shrubs in sight. You had made it over to this side with the help of a boost from a friend and a giant adrenaline boost, but you only had one of those now.

 Thankfully these neighbors of yours weren't the smartest people on the planet and didn't believe in security cameras, preferring guard dogs instead. They had been easy to tame, since they knew you from your visits. And if worst came to worst you had a small amount of tranquilizer on you.

Taking a deep breath, you calculated whether or not you could climb some vines that grew fairly thickly along it up until about four feet from the top. At that point there was nothing until the top of the wall and you'd have to have to improvise. You grabbed a handful of vines and started the climb, knowing they were your best and only bet.

As you reached the end of the vines, you huffed and took a second to catch your breath. If you could find a foothold, you might be able to jump it, but... There were no footholds, and it would be too risky to try and make one. Dagger marks were small and unnoticeable, though many, while a single chunk of concrete in the garden would attract attention. You took out the small dagger you had stashed down the front of your shirt and started the climb.

By the time you'd made it to the top of the wall, you were panting and struggled to make it the last few inches. The minute your fingers hit horizontal plane, you used what was left of your strength to hoist yourself up and onto the top, where you lied down and caught your breath. Now to get down.

You moved onto your stomach and scanned this side of the wall, noting a small platform about halfway down. There was a guard, but you had never used the tranquilizer....  If you could just get it in him without him knowing it was anything other than him falling asleep, that was the kicker. If he thought something was off, the home owners would surely check their fortune and realize some was missing.

You waited until he was nearly at the opposite end of the small platform and slid down. Staying behind him, you poured a small amount of the tranquilizer into the cup of water he had foolishly left sitting out and crouched under the edge of the cement railing, attempting to wait him out. It wasn't long before he had downed the whole cup, not giving a single thought to the change in capacity, and was lying asleep against the wall.

You slid down the rest of the way, and turned as quickly as possible trying not to turn your ankle. Breaking into a run, you made your way to the rendezvous point where you met with the representative for the 'lower' community.

Nodding at him, you tossed him your satchel and, when he nodded back, turned to leave. You undid your hair and unbid your chest as you walked, stuffing the wrapping in you pocket. Once you'd made it to your car, you drove to your house and made sure to check all details.

 The curtains were exactly as you'd left them, there were no lights on, no prints in the garden. The front door was still locked from the inside, so you strode up to it perfectly normally and unlocked it -with a key.

Once inside, you re-locked the door and used the mall machine on your nightstand to swept for listening and/or watching bugs. Upon finding none, you went on to unclothe, keeping your dagger with you in it's usual place, and make your way to bed.

It took you longer than usual to fall asleep, however, your mind simply wouldn't settle. It kept showing you the image of the man you had seen. Or, thought you'd seen.

The one who had evaporated into nothing.

The one with glowing eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Next Morning~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You fluttered your eyes open and took a deep breath, inhaling dirt and dust particles that also seemed to like your eyes. You sat up and waved your hands around in front of your face, and coughed. Once you had that under control, you got a good look at your surroundings.

There were no electric lights anywhere, only candles on opposite ends of the room. The bed you were in was brown, in fact, just about everything in this room was. It was clearly not twenty-first century. If anything, it looked like something from the sixteenth. There were even curtains, of a sort, tied to the posts as though to protect from mosquitoes or other bugs. Not the electrical kind, obviously, but the kinds that fly and crawl and slither.

You stood and walked to the door of the room, pressing your ear to it. The conversations you heard were all accented with Italian and had various words of Italian thrown in, most of which you understood, some you didn't. You opened the door and, feigning fright, you pressed one hand to your chest, so as to have easier access to your dagger. You made your breath ragged and clutched the door frame with your other hand.

Before you spoke, you assessed the people in the room, hoping to get a glimpse of who you were dealing with. A woman stood, looming over a man whose face -or anything about him for that matter- you couldn't see. A smaller woman stood in a corner, and had already noticed your presence. The whole time you'd been standing there, you made sure your mouth was moving, making it look like you wanted to talk but couldn't.

"E-Excuse me, b-but do you know w-where I am?" You said with a feigned British (unless that's already the accent you have) accent and stutter. You knew better than to give the impression you were Italian. You'd have to make up a Italian hometown and back story, and keep up with it. Who knew how long you'd be here, how long you'd have to keep up the act? Might as well make it easier for you. An American accent was completely out of the question, until you knew exactly what time period you were dealing with.

The woman that had been talking turned and stared at you, most likely at your ridiculously-before-it's-time night wear.

Great. Now you had to think up some sob-story that was not only believable, but that helped convince them you weren't a witch, especially since you didn't know the exact time. If you kept up the British accent, you might be able to do that, or you could switch to a Japanese one, once most things had settled and you deemed these people either trustworthy or... Not.

If need be, you could start blabbering in Japanese. You knew enough to make a decent conversation with them if they spoke it also, and your accent was good enough to pass for believable, especially if they didn't.

The man stood and you just barely withheld an incredulous look. It was him. The man you had 'seen' during your heist. The man with glowing eyes. He wasn't clothed the same as before, he was now in what would probably pass as the usual for peasants and non-rich people in these time.

Why were you so intent on his eyes? They weren't glowing as of now, but they were looking at you with just as much, if not more intensity. They were a gripping hazel you nearly felt yourself get lost in. You gulped and made it look as though you were trying to calm your breathing, tearing your gaze from his.

 If you got lost in his eyes, your act would probably be ruined, and you'd have to explain.You never explained, which would leave your dagger to do the talking and you really didn't want to start this 'trip' with bloodshed just because you couldn't keep your act together.

"Bella, you're in Italy. Rome to be exact." The man with hazel eyes said, taking a step towards you. Keeping up the act, you shrank back ever so slightly, making sure to flinch.

He stopped progressing immediately, and held up his hands as though to show you he was harmless. Yeah, right. You could see the hidden blades on both his wrists, and would be willing to be there were more, not nearly as visible even to trained eyes like yours.

You widened your eyes further and gasped, slowly, shakily, moving your eyes to the ground so you wouldn't look back into his eyes, or look to long at his wrist daggers. If he had them, you had to assume he knew how to use them and wouldn't hesitate to do so, if he thought you were dangerous.

"R-Rome?! I-I can't be in Rome!" You whisper-yelled, continuing with the British. Improvisation wasn't a strong point of yours, sadly , so until you thought of an event someone in this time would consider important that wasn't marriage, you bought time. "I-I Have to be- I was to- I-I- How am I Rome?!" You faked tears, but made sure they were just slight. No blubbering. Yet. That would be saved to avoid answering questions.

If you absolutely had to, you could pretend to go mute from shock, or as they called it in this time -or the time you assumed it was anyway- dumb. But that would be the absolutely last resort however because, as you didn't know the exact time period, you didn't know how they treated the def or dumb. Before you did that, you could, and would if necessary, fake amnesia. You'd have to pretend to faint for that, not to mention hit your head, but it could be done.

"I don't know, but I found you passed out on..." He paused and shook his head. "In the middle of the road."

You studied him through your slight tears. He was lying. It wouldn't be obvious to anyone else, but you just barely caught the way his eyes shifted as he'd said the last part. Dead giveaway. He was clearly a trained liar, that much was evident, especially for this time period. You just had the advantage, being from a more advanced one.  You wondered where he had really found you, but hid your curiosity from your face.

You sniffed and took another shaken breath, trying to look as though you were absorbing the information. You glanced up at him from below, just to add to the effect of your soul-shattered look, before you said the one line that just had to be used here. You knew he wouldn't have the answer, but would be fun to watch his reaction. For this, you looked into his eyes.

"Then... What do I do now?"