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After all it wasn't as if he was doing any harm
it was just a book, he wasn't stealing any of the vast jewels or riches that probably amounted to more worth than he would earn in his life.
how much could a simple book be worth?
but a niggling feeling at the back of his mind told him this was more than a simple book. He ignored those feelings and did his coat up tighter.
Footsteps.
Footsteps echoed along the corridors, footsteps that pierced the silence.
Someone who knew he was there.
The young man's eyes searched for a way out, frantically high and low until he saw a man sized gap between the windows.
He jumped from his spot and ran, ran down the hall, his shoe steps echoing like raging horse hooves, that window was the only way he could get out. as the footsteps got nearer his pulse quickened until his heart was in his mouth, they would be in here soon, and they would want answers.
He ran to the drapes and climbed helplessly up them, struggling to keep hold with each jolted movement he made.
By the time he was half way up the drapes she was in the room. That woman, the owner of the book. she screamed and signalled for the guards, still the young man climbed until he reached the window. Not looking back He scrambled through the small gap and fell through, landing awkwardly to the ground below.
Inside the hall the woman was still shouting, in a language he had not heard before. It was harsh and cruel and painful to listen to. He gained his breath quickly before getting to his feet.
He heard footsteps again.
The young man began to run, not stopping for anything or anyone, he ran for his life, no more did he want to be near this place, it felt wrong as if it was rotten to the core. What had brought him here in the first place?
Was it curiosity or plain idiocy? He didn't have time to figure out. he heard the rumble of feet and the whirl of wings behind him, which motivated him to he run with all his might, running further and further out of the forest, until he reached a clearing.
Cautiously he looked behind him.
He had lost them.
for now.
In the clearing he paused, gaining his breath and looking at the item he had risked his life for. Taking something was never the plan, in and out before anyone noticed, that was his initial idea, not to take something, something so trivial. He just wanted answers, not keepsakes. He paused for a while, lost in his own troubled thoughts.

Meanwhile the young man's pursuers had gone back to the hall, they had lost him, she had lost him. Lilith raged in anger slamming the large oak doors behind her, shutting out the world.
He had the book. Her precious book.
Bitter hatred burned inside her veins.
For his treachery he would pay.
She sighed and concentrated deeply, blanking out everything around her.
She could see him, not his physical form, but his aura. although she knew not where he was exactly she could see the concerns whirling around his troubled mind, taste his fear. He was confused, she knew that much.
He was also worried, worried about his family.
She paused, as a smile made its way onto her face.
She would take something of his, destroy his little world.
them she would get back her book.
He was an idiot to think he could escape her, know-one ever did. still smiling She made her way outside and spread her wings, laughing as she flew into the night sky.