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They thought they were so smart. Ha. Greedy little suckers. Hoarding all that gold, never sharing. But their time was coming. Cameron knew this. He'd been waiting patiently. Well the waiting was over. Tonight he would make his move.
Pulling his collar up to cover his neck from the chill, Cameron walked down the dark alley through the misty haze. The sky rumbled, preparing to release another storm, and Cameron dried his face with his palms.
A cat hissed as metal clanged against the pavement. Cameron crouched down with his back to the brick wall. He didn't see anything other than the filthy tabby running. He waited a few minutes anyway. Leprechauns were cruel; he wouldn't take any unnecessary chances tonight. The curved daggers they carried could rip a man in two before the man could realize what was happening. Cameron rubbed his belly as an image of his bowels falling out flashed across his mind. He shook his head. I'm not alone.
It was funny what the idiots of the world believed about Leprechauns. Their smiling faces were plastered all over stores on St. Patrick's Day, their pots of gold overflowing, inviting. What a joke. No rainbows led to those pots of gold. That was one of the terrifying monsters' tricks. They hid in plain sight, usually in crowded cities. And that was where they kept their gold.
For all their strengths, Leprechauns had a weakness. They were cruel but couldn't tolerate pain. They could play mind tricks but weren't very intelligent. They were a race of their own, yet they craved the touch of human flesh. Cameron chuckled. Bridgie had been easy to seduce. In the midst of her pleasure, she'd revealed the location of the old warehouse. That was just before Cameron had snapped her neck.
He was too close to turn back. Cameron jumped from his position and then sprinted the remaining fifteen yards. Somewhere, one of those rotten beasts was watching him, trying to fill his mind with death. He wouldn't give in. He pushed a door open, then stepped in. His eyes burned at the bright light. Dozens of piles of gold were scattered across the concrete floor. The overhead lights shined upon them, and for a moment Cameron felt victorious. He picked up a few golden coins; their weight was heavy in his hand. Knowing he didn't have much time, he filled his pockets and the bag he was carrying.
The door slammed behind him. A shiver ran down his spine as the tip of a blade poked his back. Hands held up, he slowly turned until he was looking at the leader of the 'Chauns. "I knew you were out there," he said.
The Leprechaun sneered and tilted his head as if studying a mysterious creature.
Cameron kept his cool. All he had to do was get the dagger away from the three foot savage. Shouldn't be difficult. His blood ran cold as the pressure of two more daggers pressed against the back of his jacket. A quick turn of his head confirmed there were two more Leprechauns behind him. "She said you'd be alone," he choked out.
The Leprechaun smiled as his eyes turned black. "She lied."
Three daggers sliced into Cameron, and he fell to the floor, stricken with pain, as his blood gushed out.
"Silly human. Your flesh is not our greatest desire. The heat of human blood is what we crave. The gold brings you to us." He ran his hands through the pool of blood that was accumulating. "We will enjoy your blood for Bridgie."
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