Meg laughed quietly to herself. She stood directly on top of the chandelier in the room next to the humans, just in case they decided to turn the corner. "<span style="font-style: italic">No one ever looks up.</span>" She laughed, noiselessly with a wicked edge.  She could hear everything they were saying through the thin walls of the old, aging building. Something about the little girl reminded her of herself.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">I suppose I'll kill her last.</span>" Meg thought.<br/><br/>Meg lived for games, but this particular game was taking a bit long. She wished the nerdy-looking man would hurry up and fix their useless weapons. Meg planned on attacking just before they left, and she couldn't wait to see their faces when they realized their human weaponry had no effect on her.