Daylight Yet Again

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"Miss Alessa!" he yelled,pushing off from the floor, propelling his body at top-speed to her aid, forgetting, momentarily, about the people attacking him. He didn’t care what they did to him. Intellectually, he knew he was a vampire. Unless they brought out stakes and flamethrowers, he could heal. He could cope. She couldn’t.

ANd he just hated guys picking on people and ganging up on them.

His foot plowed out like a pile-driver into the stomach of the guy closing in on the helpless librarian.

"Over here, you bastard!" he yelled, not caring anymore whether or not his secret was out. "Pick on somebody your own size!"

Kian pile-drove into the man targeting him, causing the man behind her to drop her. She managed to land on her feet, barely, as he barrelled past her. She wasn’t able to stop him from slamming into Kian, throwing the young vampire into a bookshelf. 

Despite gasping and being out of breath, she blocked the first knife fighter’s approach, managing to knock the knife out of her hand and shoving her backwards. 

She retreated to Kian’s side with the time she’d bought herself, hoping that standing closer to each other would make this an easier fight.

The part of him that was no longer human wanted to bare its fangs and go for somebody’s throat. It knew it had the speed, strength, and agility to do so with a minimum of damage to its person. Kian just wanted to chase these freaks out of the library. He scrambled to his feet, clenching his fist, standing side-by-side with Miss Alessa.

"Your days always this exciting?" he quipped, hoping to ignore away the sudden craving for hot blood that was lengthening his fangs and putting red in his eyes.

"Thankfully not," she replied as one of the attacks knelt to check on the man Kian had slammed into. 

The female knife wielder crouched and retrieved her fallen weapon. “All we want,” she said with a tone of exasperation, “Is the Tome. Give it to us. There does not need to be this fighting.”

Alessa frowned, searching through her memories of the library books. “There are a lot of tomes in here. You could have used the front door.”

"Not all tomes are the kind that are given lightly," hissed the knife-wielding man, retreating back towards his comrades. "Where is the Tome of the Night Sky? We know you possess it!"

"Um, hey, you’ll have to talk to somebody who’s worked here a little longer," Kian said, giving him a dirty look. "THey haven’t even shown me where they keep the reference section, let alone the Tomes of Ominous Names."

Daylight Yet Again

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"Miss Alessa!" he yelled,pushing off from the floor, propelling his body at top-speed to her aid, forgetting, momentarily, about the people attacking him. He didn’t care what they did to him. Intellectually, he knew he was a vampire. Unless they brought out stakes and flamethrowers, he could heal. He could cope. She couldn’t.

ANd he just hated guys picking on people and ganging up on them.

His foot plowed out like a pile-driver into the stomach of the guy closing in on the helpless librarian.

"Over here, you bastard!" he yelled, not caring anymore whether or not his secret was out. "Pick on somebody your own size!"

Kian pile-drove into the man targeting him, causing the man behind her to drop her. She managed to land on her feet, barely, as he barrelled past her. She wasn’t able to stop him from slamming into Kian, throwing the young vampire into a bookshelf. 

Despite gasping and being out of breath, she blocked the first knife fighter’s approach, managing to knock the knife out of her hand and shoving her backwards. 

She retreated to Kian’s side with the time she’d bought herself, hoping that standing closer to each other would make this an easier fight.

The part of him that was no longer human wanted to bare its fangs and go for somebody’s throat. It knew it had the speed, strength, and agility to do so with a minimum of damage to its person. Kian just wanted to chase these freaks out of the library. He scrambled to his feet, clenching his fist, standing side-by-side with Miss Alessa.

"Your days always this exciting?" he quipped, hoping to ignore away the sudden craving for hot blood that was lengthening his fangs and putting red in his eyes.

Daylight Yet Again

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Tucking a stray stand of hair behind her ear, Alessa left her manager’s office. As she promised Kian, she’d put in a good word for him, mentioning that she’d met a hopeful applicant for the Paranormal section. Her manger Clara had been overjoyed, seeing as it was hard to find people to work there….

Evidently, the people who ran his new job had forgotten that vampires and teenagers were both nocturnal creatures; he’d been delivered a schedule asking him to work noon to closing, which wouldn’t have been a big deal in his old life, but in this one, it was a pain.

People gave him a few odd looks as he walked down the street, hood pulled up to cover his eyes, baseball hat pulled low, hands shoved in his pockets to minimize exposure to the sun. He still wasn’t used to the stinging feeling it gave him - like the feeling you get when your foot goes to sleep, at first, and then maybe the feeling of a light rash or rugburn. He hadn’t been out in direct sunlight for too long, hadn’t experienced the full feeling of sun poisoning, and hoped he never would.

Still, though, sometimes he missed the feeling of it. The sun on his face. That had been taken away from him - along with a hell of a lot else.

He stepped into the air-conditioned library and sighed. The harsh flourescent lights still hurt his eyes a little bit, but those he was used to.

"Good morning, Miss Alessa," he said with a smile, walking over to her counter. "They asked me to come in to work today… guess I got the job. I brought back a couple of the books I borrowed yesterday, too."

Kian’s voice startled her out of her focus and she jumped slightly. “Kian, hello! That’s good to hear! Where they helpful?” She held her hands out for the books. 

"We should probably get you started on the computers, learning the system," she beckoned him behind the counter with a wide smile as a loud crash drew their attention to the far wall of the library. Glad she’d chosen a loose fitting skirt, she hurried towards the crash, hoping it was just hooligans and not the group the library had been having trouble with lately. 

Kian looked up suddenly, his senses drawing him towards the crash. Something was going down, he could sense it.

"Miss Alessa, look out! There’s a bunch of them!" he warned, leaping to get in front of her. Like it or not, he was more durable and tougher than she was, simply by virtue of no longer being human.

His leap catapaulted him forward, farther than he intended, and he sprawled on the floor. Growling at himself, he picked himself up, shaking his head in confusion, as he looked up…. and found himself directly in the middle of the commotion.

"Ah crap," he muttered.

Alessa skidded to a stop as Kian hurled himself in front of her, only to find himself sprawled in the middle of the commotion. Scanning the area, as her self-defense class had taught her, she saw five people, three surrounding Kian and two closing in on her. She slipped into a kickboxing pose, trying to keep calm as the closer one lunged at her.

She spun to the side, avoiding his kick and using his momentum against him to send him head-first into a chair. But she’d narrowed her attention too much and the second person landed a solid punch to her side before she could dodge.

Back in the center, two of the people, a man and a woman, had knives drawn as they advanced on Kian. The third closer person simply had his fists but he looked ready to use them as he moved to smash them down on Kian’s head.

Having been, at least at one point previously, human, Kian’s first instinctual reaction was to roll out of way of the man’s fists, but he was blocked by a table in one direction and the other two attackers in the other, so he did the next best thing - he threw his hands up in a self-defensive reaction.

That’s when new instincts took over.

As the man’s fist came down, one of Kian’s hands closed around it and yanked, his superior strength pulling the man off-balance and sending him stumbling into one of his friends with the knives, giving Kian enough time to scramble to his feet.

Did I do that? he wondered, glancing at his hands. Then he shook his head and looked back up toward them. He could feel his fangs lengthening in his mouth, a self-defensive reaction. It was way too damn early for this shit.

Hopefully, though, the bad guys didn’t notice his inhuman strength or the lengthening fangs. He didn’t want them to start bringing out the big guns. He glanced around - no mirrors in the library unless you counted the reflective computer screens, no telltales there.

He clenched his fists, ready to start seriously fighting back.

The female knife wielder, still standing, frowned down at her fellows before pulling out another knife before lunging for him. The other two men scrambled to their feet, the knife wielder staying back while the man without a weapon came at Kian from the other side.

A few steps away, Alessa was working hard to counter the man fighting with her. She could barely keep up with him due to his advanced knowledge; he’d already managed to land several hits. Then two arms looped under her arms and lifted her off her feet. She shrieked, trying to free herself as the man she had been fighting closed in.

"Miss Alessa!" he yelled,pushing off from the floor, propelling his body at top-speed to her aid, forgetting, momentarily, about the people attacking him. He didn’t care what they did to him. Intellectually, he knew he was a vampire. Unless they brought out stakes and flamethrowers, he could heal. He could cope. She couldn’t.

ANd he just hated guys picking on people and ganging up on them.

His foot plowed out like a pile-driver into the stomach of the guy closing in on the helpless librarian.

"Over here, you bastard!" he yelled, not caring anymore whether or not his secret was out. "Pick on somebody your own size!"

Daylight Yet Again

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Tucking a stray stand of hair behind her ear, Alessa left her manager’s office. As she promised Kian, she’d put in a good word for him, mentioning that she’d met a hopeful applicant for the Paranormal section. Her manger Clara had been overjoyed, seeing as it was hard to find people to work there….

Evidently, the people who ran his new job had forgotten that vampires and teenagers were both nocturnal creatures; he’d been delivered a schedule asking him to work noon to closing, which wouldn’t have been a big deal in his old life, but in this one, it was a pain.

People gave him a few odd looks as he walked down the street, hood pulled up to cover his eyes, baseball hat pulled low, hands shoved in his pockets to minimize exposure to the sun. He still wasn’t used to the stinging feeling it gave him - like the feeling you get when your foot goes to sleep, at first, and then maybe the feeling of a light rash or rugburn. He hadn’t been out in direct sunlight for too long, hadn’t experienced the full feeling of sun poisoning, and hoped he never would.

Still, though, sometimes he missed the feeling of it. The sun on his face. That had been taken away from him - along with a hell of a lot else.

He stepped into the air-conditioned library and sighed. The harsh flourescent lights still hurt his eyes a little bit, but those he was used to.

"Good morning, Miss Alessa," he said with a smile, walking over to her counter. "They asked me to come in to work today… guess I got the job. I brought back a couple of the books I borrowed yesterday, too."

Kian’s voice startled her out of her focus and she jumped slightly. “Kian, hello! That’s good to hear! Where they helpful?” She held her hands out for the books. 

"We should probably get you started on the computers, learning the system," she beckoned him behind the counter with a wide smile as a loud crash drew their attention to the far wall of the library. Glad she’d chosen a loose fitting skirt, she hurried towards the crash, hoping it was just hooligans and not the group the library had been having trouble with lately. 

Kian looked up suddenly, his senses drawing him towards the crash. Something was going down, he could sense it.

"Miss Alessa, look out! There’s a bunch of them!" he warned, leaping to get in front of her. Like it or not, he was more durable and tougher than she was, simply by virtue of no longer being human.

His leap catapaulted him forward, farther than he intended, and he sprawled on the floor. Growling at himself, he picked himself up, shaking his head in confusion, as he looked up…. and found himself directly in the middle of the commotion.

"Ah crap," he muttered.

Alessa skidded to a stop as Kian hurled himself in front of her, only to find himself sprawled in the middle of the commotion. Scanning the area, as her self-defense class had taught her, she saw five people, three surrounding Kian and two closing in on her. She slipped into a kickboxing pose, trying to keep calm as the closer one lunged at her.

She spun to the side, avoiding his kick and using his momentum against him to send him head-first into a chair. But she’d narrowed her attention too much and the second person landed a solid punch to her side before she could dodge.

Back in the center, two of the people, a man and a woman, had knives drawn as they advanced on Kian. The third closer person simply had his fists but he looked ready to use them as he moved to smash them down on Kian’s head.

Having been, at least at one point previously, human, Kian’s first instinctual reaction was to roll out of way of the man’s fists, but he was blocked by a table in one direction and the other two attackers in the other, so he did the next best thing - he threw his hands up in a self-defensive reaction.

That’s when new instincts took over.

As the man’s fist came down, one of Kian’s hands closed around it and yanked, his superior strength pulling the man off-balance and sending him stumbling into one of his friends with the knives, giving Kian enough time to scramble to his feet.

Did I do that? he wondered, glancing at his hands. Then he shook his head and looked back up toward them. He could feel his fangs lengthening in his mouth, a self-defensive reaction. It was way too damn early for this shit.

Hopefully, though, the bad guys didn’t notice his inhuman strength or the lengthening fangs. He didn’t want them to start bringing out the big guns. He glanced around - no mirrors in the library unless you counted the reflective computer screens, no telltales there.

He clenched his fists, ready to start seriously fighting back.

Daylight Yet Again

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Tucking a stray stand of hair behind her ear, Alessa left her manager’s office. As she promised Kian, she’d put in a good word for him, mentioning that she’d met a hopeful applicant for the Paranormal section. Her manger Clara had been overjoyed, seeing as it was hard to find people to work there….

Evidently, the people who ran his new job had forgotten that vampires and teenagers were both nocturnal creatures; he’d been delivered a schedule asking him to work noon to closing, which wouldn’t have been a big deal in his old life, but in this one, it was a pain.

People gave him a few odd looks as he walked down the street, hood pulled up to cover his eyes, baseball hat pulled low, hands shoved in his pockets to minimize exposure to the sun. He still wasn’t used to the stinging feeling it gave him - like the feeling you get when your foot goes to sleep, at first, and then maybe the feeling of a light rash or rugburn. He hadn’t been out in direct sunlight for too long, hadn’t experienced the full feeling of sun poisoning, and hoped he never would.

Still, though, sometimes he missed the feeling of it. The sun on his face. That had been taken away from him - along with a hell of a lot else.

He stepped into the air-conditioned library and sighed. The harsh flourescent lights still hurt his eyes a little bit, but those he was used to.

"Good morning, Miss Alessa," he said with a smile, walking over to her counter. "They asked me to come in to work today… guess I got the job. I brought back a couple of the books I borrowed yesterday, too."

Kian’s voice startled her out of her focus and she jumped slightly. “Kian, hello! That’s good to hear! Where they helpful?” She held her hands out for the books. 

"We should probably get you started on the computers, learning the system," she beckoned him behind the counter with a wide smile as a loud crash drew their attention to the far wall of the library. Glad she’d chosen a loose fitting skirt, she hurried towards the crash, hoping it was just hooligans and not the group the library had been having trouble with lately. 

Kian looked up suddenly, his senses drawing him towards the crash. Something was going down, he could sense it.

"Miss Alessa, look out! There’s a bunch of them!" he warned, leaping to get in front of her. Like it or not, he was more durable and tougher than she was, simply by virtue of no longer being human.

His leap catapaulted him forward, farther than he intended, and he sprawled on the floor. Growling at himself, he picked himself up, shaking his head in confusion, as he looked up…. and found himself directly in the middle of the commotion.

"Ah crap," he muttered.

Daylight Yet Again

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Tucking a stray stand of hair behind her ear, Alessa left her manager’s office. As she promised Kian, she’d put in a good word for him, mentioning that she’d met a hopeful applicant for the Paranormal section. Her manger Clara had been overjoyed, seeing as it was hard to find people to work there….

Evidently, the people who ran his new job had forgotten that vampires and teenagers were both nocturnal creatures; he’d been delivered a schedule asking him to work noon to closing, which wouldn’t have been a big deal in his old life, but in this one, it was a pain.

People gave him a few odd looks as he walked down the street, hood pulled up to cover his eyes, baseball hat pulled low, hands shoved in his pockets to minimize exposure to the sun. He still wasn’t used to the stinging feeling it gave him - like the feeling you get when your foot goes to sleep, at first, and then maybe the feeling of a light rash or rugburn. He hadn’t been out in direct sunlight for too long, hadn’t experienced the full feeling of sun poisoning, and hoped he never would.

Still, though, sometimes he missed the feeling of it. The sun on his face. That had been taken away from him - along with a hell of a lot else.

He stepped into the air-conditioned library and sighed. The harsh flourescent lights still hurt his eyes a little bit, but those he was used to.

"Good morning, Miss Alessa," he said with a smile, walking over to her counter. "They asked me to come in to work today… guess I got the job. I brought back a couple of the books I borrowed yesterday, too."

At the Library

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He didn’t stand out very much as he pulled the strap of the backpack farther onto his shoulder and stepped into the library. Just another young college kid, coming in in early evening, probably to study for some class. His dirty, average brown hair fell in a bit of a shaggy mess into green eyes…

Humming Skillet’s Sick of It under her breath, Alessa was sorting books behind the small counter when someone walked in. She looked up, her librarian smile on her face only to find his back already disappearing into the stacks. She let him go - she’d have some books to get back into the shelves soon. 

Although she had to admit that she was a little surprised to find someone so quiet in her section. Most of the time, when someone who seemed young came in, they came in groups, either university students searching for a text for a new course but too afraid to come alone - as if vampire lurked in the stacks - or students looking for a lark. 

Finishing her books, she fixed her glasses on her nose before gathering an armful of books into her arms. Mostly focusing on werewolves, a few speculative texts on other weres, a memoir on living with a family of ghosts, and the most popular topic, vampires. Humanity had been fascinated with them when there had been the belief that they were just stories and remained fascinated with them now that they were real. 

Still humming, she went through the stacks, the bottom of her flats quiet on the carpet floor. Finishing up in the vampire section, she found the young man from earlier. “Need any help finding anything?” she asked as she slotted “Vampiracy and Breaking It to the Parents” back into its place.

His eyes locked onto the book she had just slotted into the stacks… then he shook his head.

"No… just these five… and… um…. I was told by, by somebody… that… I should ask for a, a Miss Alessa? I, um…"

He sighed, then shook his head again.

"N-nevermind. Just these five, please." His eyes glanced back towards the other patrons in line - patrons that had taken a step back from him. Huddled in a group. Just in case. He returned his gaze to the books in front of him.

Alessa’s gaze narrowed slightly, dropping down to quickly scan the books in his arms. “You’ve come to the right place. I’m Miss Alessa.” She shot a quick look over to the group of patrons standing by the line, her years of working in the library making a quick catalogue of patrons - a few regulars who couldn’t get over their fears, one or two curious if terrified newbies. 

"Just wait here for a moment, let me scan them out and also," she leaned out in a little, conspirational tone as she lowered her voice, "let us talk in private."  

Giving him a soft smile, she took the books from his hands and brought them to the front with her. She set them somewhat to the side while she turned to deal with the group of patrons huddled by her desk. “How can I help, ladies and gentlemen?” 

While she worked mechanically, a smile plastered on her face, her thoughts whirled. Who had sent him? What had happened to him? Judging by the section, definitely an encounter with vampires but how severe…

Once she finished, she turned to grab his books and dropped them on the desk. “So.”

"So," he said, fiddling with his library card, the photo on the front. He could only assume it still looked reasonably like him, not that he’d ever really need, or be able to, get another photo again.

"I… the… the lady at the, the blood bank. She, um, she said you could… could help me. And that you had a good selection." He tapped the books. "I hope I’m not scaring your regulars away. I know I’m out a bit early… it’s… I’ve been having a hard time. Adjusting… I guess. I… sorry. I’m not making much sense. I just… don’t know who I’m supposed to talk to about these things. So… they said I should come here. And talk to you. S-sorry."

Alessa nodded as she took the library card, scanned it and started to scan the books through. “You’ve got a good start here.” She winced. “Sorry, librarian is my default mode. And don’t worry about them. The regulars will come back, and some of the new people might. With this field growing, they won’t shut me down anyway. No one wants my job.” She tried to make make light of something, not wanting to poke fun at him. 

"So you got turned recently, huh? I’m sorry," she pushed the books back towards him. "Did you want to stick around until I’m off? It’s about…twenty minutes," she checked the clock on her computer, "Otherwise I’m going to be bouncing between you and other people, and that’s not conductive to a good conversation."

He looked up and smiled, suddenly, for the first time in a few days. He’d lost track of how many days. Or should he say, nights, now? It didn’t matter.

"Is there someplace you want to meet up?" he asked, looking around. "I’ll hang out until you get off shift." Pause, then quietly, "…thank you, by the way. For… not being afraid. Everyone else seems to be."

"There’s a nice place not to far from here, they’ve got good sandwiches as well as delicious coffee. Twiggs, you might have heard of it? It’s popular with the students, I’ve found. If you want to read your books, there are some comfy chairs near the back wall." 

She  smiled again, a little brighter. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Okay, there is, but if you’re able to control yourself well enough to come here, then nothing immediate.” 

"A-alright," he said, nodding. "I’ve… heard of them before. I’ve heard they’re a good place. Thank you."

He took a deep breath, turned, then walked out of the library, putting his books in his backpack. The little cafe was open late, thank goodness, and he ordered some coffee and a few other things before going to sit down in the area in the back that the librarian had mentioned. Hopefully, with a notebook and pencil out, he looked more like someone doing their homework than a bloodthirsty creature of the night, and nobody bothered him, seeming to validate that belief.

Alessa gave him a little wave as he left before the counting the minutes started. She went about the nightly tasks - refiling and organizing shelves, scanning patrons through. She’d vaccum in the morning, and there wasn’t much paperwork. She could do it in the morning or her lunch - none of it was urgent. 

So at 9pm sharp, she locked up her section of the library before leaving. Her long brown coat buttoned up to her neck, she hurried to Twiggs. Entering, she found him quickly but ordered her coffee and dessert before heading over to his table. She set her items down on the table before sitting down, and taking off her coat to reveal her blue cardigan. “I didn’t get your name at the library. Didn’t really look at the card that closely,” she said by way of starting the conversation.

"Kian," he said, looking up at her. "Kian Anderson. But you can call me Kian. Thanks for… for coming to meet me."

He took a drink of his coffee and frowned, then shook his head.

"I’m sorry for bothering you. I know you must be busy. It’s just…. books… I guess they can only help me so far. They said you could get me in touch with the right people. That you were the one person in this town who knows about… about…"

He sighed, then spat out the word between the two sharp points of his canines.

"…vampires."

She nodded, filing the name away in her mind. “I’m glad you came to me, or were at least directed my way.” 

She smiled a little, sipping her coffee and letting out a little sigh of joy at the hot liquid. Even with her cardigan buttoned up, she still found the library to be a bit chilly, especially with the new Paranormal section having thinner walls then the rest of the building. “Didn’t feel like paperwork tonight anyway,” she said with a shrug before continuing.

"I’d say your fiancee getting turned counts as getting some first hand knowledge, eh?"

Maybe blurting that out first thing wasn’t what most people would do, but it had been fifteen years since it had happened. It had long since stopped being a time that made her burst into tears, like the first month had been, or made her irrationally angry - the next two years.

But this was about him.

"What did you want to know?" she asked before eating a piece of her brownie smeared with peanut butter and topped with whipped cream.

He shrugged. “It’s… it’s a little weird to say this stuff… I hope… I hope you don’t think I’m, think I’m weird…”

He took a deep breath. “I… the news just talks about the scary stuff. Or the big sensational stuff. Nobody talks about the day-to-day stuff. The hospital couldn’t even diagnose me right after I got attacked and it’s been ten years. I know I can go to the blood bank to… well. Get… supplies. I lucked into that by calling my doctor at the hospital.

He stirred his coffee, then took another drink.

"I had to test the hard way to find out that I can still eat normal stuff. And I know that, that I can’t… can’t see myself. In mirrors. But nobody ever tallks about… like… where do I go to get a haircut that they won’t notice I don’t have a reflection and scream me out of the building? Is that why most of the vampires on the news have long hair? How is that we can be videotaped but not photographed, don’t they both use mirrors? Nobody seems to know. Do I… do I still… look like me…? Will I burn up if I cut across a church parking lot on the way home from school? How do I avoid doing to someone else what happened to me? I… I just…"

He looked down at his hands again, then sighed, running a hand through his messy hair.

"Nobody seems to think of how I feel. What am I supposed to do now? I… I just feel… lost. E-Even…. scared… And I don’t have anyone I can turn to for help right now. I’m…. I’m really sorry about your fiance. If you don’t want to help me, I understand."

Alessa offered a sympathetic smile while she sipped her coffee. “You’re probably the least weird person whose asked me for help.”

As she listened to his story, she started to piece together what had happened. He hadn’t been turned on purpose, from how Kian talked about it, it seemed likely it was a feeding that had gone too far accidentally and the vampire had simply abandoned him. 

"There are some vampire resources for people going through this, and businesses who are support Paranormals hang a sign in their window. It’s small but if you know it…" she pulled a napkin closer to her with one hand, her other hand grabbing a pen from her purse. She scribbled a PNS and circled it, then slid it across the table to him. "Paranormal Support," she explained, trying to keep track of his rapid-fire questions. 

"As for the rest…churches won’t hurt you. It’s fire and people aiming for your head that will kill you. Stakes through the heart just paralyse. There’s something different in videotapes, I think there’s two images bouncing off each other or something similar."

She paused, uncertain how to answer his feeding question. “Being a human, I’m not sure how you avoid that. I know there are mental tricks you can use though, or doing it with someone you trust who won’t let you overfeed.”

Pity washed through her and despite the risk, she reached across the table to rest her hand gently on his. “I know the policy in Norburn’s universities is acceptance, so you can still finish school, if you want to. But for yourself, I’ll do what I can. I’m available to talk whenever.”

He stared down at her hand on his, like he couldn’t believe it. Then he gripped it tightly - not too tightly, not with all of his strength, not hard enough to damage, just hard enough to reassure himself that it was there.He sqeezed his eyes shut. “I… thank you. Thank you. You have…. you have no idea how much this means to me. I…. it all just… just happened so fast….. one moment, I was taking a shortcut home from work, and the next, I’m waking up in the hospital. I barely remember the… the attack.” He shook his head. “Thank you. I… there was one other thing I wanted to… wanted to ask you about.”

He looked sheepishly off to the side, letting go of her hjand and running a nervous hand through his hair. “Ummm… I…. got fired from my job…. when they found out…. is… is the library hiring…?”

Alessa squeezed back gently as she listened to his story. “I’m sorry that it happened to you. I wish there was something else I could do.”

She tilted her head and then smiled at his question. “The library is looking for people in the Main Library and in the Paranormal section. I’m…not a hundred percent sure abut their policy on hiring Paranormals, despite their support. But if you hand in your resume, I’ll put in a good word for you.”

"Thanks," he said again, standing up. "It really means a lot to me. Wish me luck."

((Okies… I’m thinking we should probably start a new post now? This one’s pretty much done and is getting supermassive long…))

At the Library

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He didn’t stand out very much as he pulled the strap of the backpack farther onto his shoulder and stepped into the library. Just another young college kid, coming in in early evening, probably to study for some class. His dirty, average brown hair fell in a bit of a shaggy mess into green eyes…

Humming Skillet’s Sick of It under her breath, Alessa was sorting books behind the small counter when someone walked in. She looked up, her librarian smile on her face only to find his back already disappearing into the stacks. She let him go - she’d have some books to get back into the shelves soon. 

Although she had to admit that she was a little surprised to find someone so quiet in her section. Most of the time, when someone who seemed young came in, they came in groups, either university students searching for a text for a new course but too afraid to come alone - as if vampire lurked in the stacks - or students looking for a lark. 

Finishing her books, she fixed her glasses on her nose before gathering an armful of books into her arms. Mostly focusing on werewolves, a few speculative texts on other weres, a memoir on living with a family of ghosts, and the most popular topic, vampires. Humanity had been fascinated with them when there had been the belief that they were just stories and remained fascinated with them now that they were real. 

Still humming, she went through the stacks, the bottom of her flats quiet on the carpet floor. Finishing up in the vampire section, she found the young man from earlier. “Need any help finding anything?” she asked as she slotted “Vampiracy and Breaking It to the Parents” back into its place.

His eyes locked onto the book she had just slotted into the stacks… then he shook his head.

"No… just these five… and… um…. I was told by, by somebody… that… I should ask for a, a Miss Alessa? I, um…"

He sighed, then shook his head again.

"N-nevermind. Just these five, please." His eyes glanced back towards the other patrons in line - patrons that had taken a step back from him. Huddled in a group. Just in case. He returned his gaze to the books in front of him.

Alessa’s gaze narrowed slightly, dropping down to quickly scan the books in his arms. “You’ve come to the right place. I’m Miss Alessa.” She shot a quick look over to the group of patrons standing by the line, her years of working in the library making a quick catalogue of patrons - a few regulars who couldn’t get over their fears, one or two curious if terrified newbies. 

"Just wait here for a moment, let me scan them out and also," she leaned out in a little, conspirational tone as she lowered her voice, "let us talk in private."  

Giving him a soft smile, she took the books from his hands and brought them to the front with her. She set them somewhat to the side while she turned to deal with the group of patrons huddled by her desk. “How can I help, ladies and gentlemen?” 

While she worked mechanically, a smile plastered on her face, her thoughts whirled. Who had sent him? What had happened to him? Judging by the section, definitely an encounter with vampires but how severe…

Once she finished, she turned to grab his books and dropped them on the desk. “So.”

"So," he said, fiddling with his library card, the photo on the front. He could only assume it still looked reasonably like him, not that he’d ever really need, or be able to, get another photo again.

"I… the… the lady at the, the blood bank. She, um, she said you could… could help me. And that you had a good selection." He tapped the books. "I hope I’m not scaring your regulars away. I know I’m out a bit early… it’s… I’ve been having a hard time. Adjusting… I guess. I… sorry. I’m not making much sense. I just… don’t know who I’m supposed to talk to about these things. So… they said I should come here. And talk to you. S-sorry."

Alessa nodded as she took the library card, scanned it and started to scan the books through. “You’ve got a good start here.” She winced. “Sorry, librarian is my default mode. And don’t worry about them. The regulars will come back, and some of the new people might. With this field growing, they won’t shut me down anyway. No one wants my job.” She tried to make make light of something, not wanting to poke fun at him. 

"So you got turned recently, huh? I’m sorry," she pushed the books back towards him. "Did you want to stick around until I’m off? It’s about…twenty minutes," she checked the clock on her computer, "Otherwise I’m going to be bouncing between you and other people, and that’s not conductive to a good conversation."

He looked up and smiled, suddenly, for the first time in a few days. He’d lost track of how many days. Or should he say, nights, now? It didn’t matter.

"Is there someplace you want to meet up?" he asked, looking around. "I’ll hang out until you get off shift." Pause, then quietly, "…thank you, by the way. For… not being afraid. Everyone else seems to be."

"There’s a nice place not to far from here, they’ve got good sandwiches as well as delicious coffee. Twiggs, you might have heard of it? It’s popular with the students, I’ve found. If you want to read your books, there are some comfy chairs near the back wall." 

She  smiled again, a little brighter. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Okay, there is, but if you’re able to control yourself well enough to come here, then nothing immediate.” 

"A-alright," he said, nodding. "I’ve… heard of them before. I’ve heard they’re a good place. Thank you."

He took a deep breath, turned, then walked out of the library, putting his books in his backpack. The little cafe was open late, thank goodness, and he ordered some coffee and a few other things before going to sit down in the area in the back that the librarian had mentioned. Hopefully, with a notebook and pencil out, he looked more like someone doing their homework than a bloodthirsty creature of the night, and nobody bothered him, seeming to validate that belief.

Alessa gave him a little wave as he left before the counting the minutes started. She went about the nightly tasks - refiling and organizing shelves, scanning patrons through. She’d vaccum in the morning, and there wasn’t much paperwork. She could do it in the morning or her lunch - none of it was urgent. 

So at 9pm sharp, she locked up her section of the library before leaving. Her long brown coat buttoned up to her neck, she hurried to Twiggs. Entering, she found him quickly but ordered her coffee and dessert before heading over to his table. She set her items down on the table before sitting down, and taking off her coat to reveal her blue cardigan. “I didn’t get your name at the library. Didn’t really look at the card that closely,” she said by way of starting the conversation.

"Kian," he said, looking up at her. "Kian Anderson. But you can call me Kian. Thanks for… for coming to meet me."

He took a drink of his coffee and frowned, then shook his head.

"I’m sorry for bothering you. I know you must be busy. It’s just…. books… I guess they can only help me so far. They said you could get me in touch with the right people. That you were the one person in this town who knows about… about…"

He sighed, then spat out the word between the two sharp points of his canines.

"…vampires."

She nodded, filing the name away in her mind. “I’m glad you came to me, or were at least directed my way.” 

She smiled a little, sipping her coffee and letting out a little sigh of joy at the hot liquid. Even with her cardigan buttoned up, she still found the library to be a bit chilly, especially with the new Paranormal section having thinner walls then the rest of the building. “Didn’t feel like paperwork tonight anyway,” she said with a shrug before continuing.

"I’d say your fiancee getting turned counts as getting some first hand knowledge, eh?"

Maybe blurting that out first thing wasn’t what most people would do, but it had been fifteen years since it had happened. It had long since stopped being a time that made her burst into tears, like the first month had been, or made her irrationally angry - the next two years.

But this was about him.

"What did you want to know?" she asked before eating a piece of her brownie smeared with peanut butter and topped with whipped cream.

He shrugged. “It’s… it’s a little weird to say this stuff… I hope… I hope you don’t think I’m, think I’m weird…”

He took a deep breath. “I… the news just talks about the scary stuff. Or the big sensational stuff. Nobody talks about the day-to-day stuff. The hospital couldn’t even diagnose me right after I got attacked and it’s been ten years. I know I can go to the blood bank to… well. Get… supplies. I lucked into that by calling my doctor at the hospital.

He stirred his coffee, then took another drink.

"I had to test the hard way to find out that I can still eat normal stuff. And I know that, that I can’t… can’t see myself. In mirrors. But nobody ever tallks about… like… where do I go to get a haircut that they won’t notice I don’t have a reflection and scream me out of the building? Is that why most of the vampires on the news have long hair? How is that we can be videotaped but not photographed, don’t they both use mirrors? Nobody seems to know. Do I… do I still… look like me…? Will I burn up if I cut across a church parking lot on the way home from school? How do I avoid doing to someone else what happened to me? I… I just…"

He looked down at his hands again, then sighed, running a hand through his messy hair.

"Nobody seems to think of how I feel. What am I supposed to do now? I… I just feel… lost. E-Even…. scared… And I don’t have anyone I can turn to for help right now. I’m…. I’m really sorry about your fiance. If you don’t want to help me, I understand."

Alessa offered a sympathetic smile while she sipped her coffee. “You’re probably the least weird person whose asked me for help.”

As she listened to his story, she started to piece together what had happened. He hadn’t been turned on purpose, from how Kian talked about it, it seemed likely it was a feeding that had gone too far accidentally and the vampire had simply abandoned him. 

"There are some vampire resources for people going through this, and businesses who are support Paranormals hang a sign in their window. It’s small but if you know it…" she pulled a napkin closer to her with one hand, her other hand grabbing a pen from her purse. She scribbled a PNS and circled it, then slid it across the table to him. "Paranormal Support," she explained, trying to keep track of his rapid-fire questions. 

"As for the rest…churches won’t hurt you. It’s fire and people aiming for your head that will kill you. Stakes through the heart just paralyse. There’s something different in videotapes, I think there’s two images bouncing off each other or something similar."

She paused, uncertain how to answer his feeding question. “Being a human, I’m not sure how you avoid that. I know there are mental tricks you can use though, or doing it with someone you trust who won’t let you overfeed.”

Pity washed through her and despite the risk, she reached across the table to rest her hand gently on his. “I know the policy in Norburn’s universities is acceptance, so you can still finish school, if you want to. But for yourself, I’ll do what I can. I’m available to talk whenever.”

He stared down at her hand on his, like he couldn’t believe it. Then he gripped it tightly - not too tightly, not with all of his strength, not hard enough to damage, just hard enough to reassure himself that it was there.He sqeezed his eyes shut. “I… thank you. Thank you. You have…. you have no idea how much this means to me. I…. it all just… just happened so fast….. one moment, I was taking a shortcut home from work, and the next, I’m waking up in the hospital. I barely remember the… the attack.” He shook his head. “Thank you. I… there was one other thing I wanted to… wanted to ask you about.”

He looked sheepishly off to the side, letting go of her hjand and running a nervous hand through his hair. “Ummm… I…. got fired from my job…. when they found out…. is… is the library hiring…?”

At the Library

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He didn’t stand out very much as he pulled the strap of the backpack farther onto his shoulder and stepped into the library. Just another young college kid, coming in in early evening, probably to study for some class. His dirty, average brown hair fell in a bit of a shaggy mess into green eyes…

Humming Skillet’s Sick of It under her breath, Alessa was sorting books behind the small counter when someone walked in. She looked up, her librarian smile on her face only to find his back already disappearing into the stacks. She let him go - she’d have some books to get back into the shelves soon. 

Although she had to admit that she was a little surprised to find someone so quiet in her section. Most of the time, when someone who seemed young came in, they came in groups, either university students searching for a text for a new course but too afraid to come alone - as if vampire lurked in the stacks - or students looking for a lark. 

Finishing her books, she fixed her glasses on her nose before gathering an armful of books into her arms. Mostly focusing on werewolves, a few speculative texts on other weres, a memoir on living with a family of ghosts, and the most popular topic, vampires. Humanity had been fascinated with them when there had been the belief that they were just stories and remained fascinated with them now that they were real. 

Still humming, she went through the stacks, the bottom of her flats quiet on the carpet floor. Finishing up in the vampire section, she found the young man from earlier. “Need any help finding anything?” she asked as she slotted “Vampiracy and Breaking It to the Parents” back into its place.

His eyes locked onto the book she had just slotted into the stacks… then he shook his head.

"No… just these five… and… um…. I was told by, by somebody… that… I should ask for a, a Miss Alessa? I, um…"

He sighed, then shook his head again.

"N-nevermind. Just these five, please." His eyes glanced back towards the other patrons in line - patrons that had taken a step back from him. Huddled in a group. Just in case. He returned his gaze to the books in front of him.

Alessa’s gaze narrowed slightly, dropping down to quickly scan the books in his arms. “You’ve come to the right place. I’m Miss Alessa.” She shot a quick look over to the group of patrons standing by the line, her years of working in the library making a quick catalogue of patrons - a few regulars who couldn’t get over their fears, one or two curious if terrified newbies. 

"Just wait here for a moment, let me scan them out and also," she leaned out in a little, conspirational tone as she lowered her voice, "let us talk in private."  

Giving him a soft smile, she took the books from his hands and brought them to the front with her. She set them somewhat to the side while she turned to deal with the group of patrons huddled by her desk. “How can I help, ladies and gentlemen?” 

While she worked mechanically, a smile plastered on her face, her thoughts whirled. Who had sent him? What had happened to him? Judging by the section, definitely an encounter with vampires but how severe…

Once she finished, she turned to grab his books and dropped them on the desk. “So.”

"So," he said, fiddling with his library card, the photo on the front. He could only assume it still looked reasonably like him, not that he’d ever really need, or be able to, get another photo again.

"I… the… the lady at the, the blood bank. She, um, she said you could… could help me. And that you had a good selection." He tapped the books. "I hope I’m not scaring your regulars away. I know I’m out a bit early… it’s… I’ve been having a hard time. Adjusting… I guess. I… sorry. I’m not making much sense. I just… don’t know who I’m supposed to talk to about these things. So… they said I should come here. And talk to you. S-sorry."

Alessa nodded as she took the library card, scanned it and started to scan the books through. “You’ve got a good start here.” She winced. “Sorry, librarian is my default mode. And don’t worry about them. The regulars will come back, and some of the new people might. With this field growing, they won’t shut me down anyway. No one wants my job.” She tried to make make light of something, not wanting to poke fun at him. 

"So you got turned recently, huh? I’m sorry," she pushed the books back towards him. "Did you want to stick around until I’m off? It’s about…twenty minutes," she checked the clock on her computer, "Otherwise I’m going to be bouncing between you and other people, and that’s not conductive to a good conversation."

He looked up and smiled, suddenly, for the first time in a few days. He’d lost track of how many days. Or should he say, nights, now? It didn’t matter.

"Is there someplace you want to meet up?" he asked, looking around. "I’ll hang out until you get off shift." Pause, then quietly, "…thank you, by the way. For… not being afraid. Everyone else seems to be."

"There’s a nice place not to far from here, they’ve got good sandwiches as well as delicious coffee. Twiggs, you might have heard of it? It’s popular with the students, I’ve found. If you want to read your books, there are some comfy chairs near the back wall." 

She  smiled again, a little brighter. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Okay, there is, but if you’re able to control yourself well enough to come here, then nothing immediate.” 

"A-alright," he said, nodding. "I’ve… heard of them before. I’ve heard they’re a good place. Thank you."

He took a deep breath, turned, then walked out of the library, putting his books in his backpack. The little cafe was open late, thank goodness, and he ordered some coffee and a few other things before going to sit down in the area in the back that the librarian had mentioned. Hopefully, with a notebook and pencil out, he looked more like someone doing their homework than a bloodthirsty creature of the night, and nobody bothered him, seeming to validate that belief.

Alessa gave him a little wave as he left before the counting the minutes started. She went about the nightly tasks - refiling and organizing shelves, scanning patrons through. She’d vaccum in the morning, and there wasn’t much paperwork. She could do it in the morning or her lunch - none of it was urgent. 

So at 9pm sharp, she locked up her section of the library before leaving. Her long brown coat buttoned up to her neck, she hurried to Twiggs. Entering, she found him quickly but ordered her coffee and dessert before heading over to his table. She set her items down on the table before sitting down, and taking off her coat to reveal her blue cardigan. “I didn’t get your name at the library. Didn’t really look at the card that closely,” she said by way of starting the conversation.

"Kian," he said, looking up at her. "Kian Anderson. But you can call me Kian. Thanks for… for coming to meet me."

He took a drink of his coffee and frowned, then shook his head.

"I’m sorry for bothering you. I know you must be busy. It’s just…. books… I guess they can only help me so far. They said you could get me in touch with the right people. That you were the one person in this town who knows about… about…"

He sighed, then spat out the word between the two sharp points of his canines.

"…vampires."

She nodded, filing the name away in her mind. “I’m glad you came to me, or were at least directed my way.” 

She smiled a little, sipping her coffee and letting out a little sigh of joy at the hot liquid. Even with her cardigan buttoned up, she still found the library to be a bit chilly, especially with the new Paranormal section having thinner walls then the rest of the building. “Didn’t feel like paperwork tonight anyway,” she said with a shrug before continuing.

"I’d say your fiancee getting turned counts as getting some first hand knowledge, eh?"

Maybe blurting that out first thing wasn’t what most people would do, but it had been fifteen years since it had happened. It had long since stopped being a time that made her burst into tears, like the first month had been, or made her irrationally angry - the next two years.

But this was about him.

"What did you want to know?" she asked before eating a piece of her brownie smeared with peanut butter and topped with whipped cream.

He shrugged. “It’s… it’s a little weird to say this stuff… I hope… I hope you don’t think I’m, think I’m weird…”

He took a deep breath. “I… the news just talks about the scary stuff. Or the big sensational stuff. Nobody talks about the day-to-day stuff. The hospital couldn’t even diagnose me right after I got attacked and it’s been ten years. I know I can go to the blood bank to… well. Get… supplies. I lucked into that by calling my doctor at the hospital.

He stirred his coffee, then took another drink.

"I had to test the hard way to find out that I can still eat normal stuff. And I know that, that I can’t… can’t see myself. In mirrors. But nobody ever tallks about… like… where do I go to get a haircut that they won’t notice I don’t have a reflection and scream me out of the building? Is that why most of the vampires on the news have long hair? How is that we can be videotaped but not photographed, don’t they both use mirrors? Nobody seems to know. Do I… do I still… look like me…? Will I burn up if I cut across a church parking lot on the way home from school? How do I avoid doing to someone else what happened to me? I… I just…"

He looked down at his hands again, then sighed, running a hand through his messy hair.

"Nobody seems to think of how I feel. What am I supposed to do now? I… I just feel… lost. E-Even…. scared… And I don’t have anyone I can turn to for help right now. I’m…. I’m really sorry about your fiance. If you don’t want to help me, I understand."

At the Library

trulyharmlesslibrarian:

reluctantvampire:

trulyharmlesslibrarian:

reluctantvampire:

trulyharmlesslibrarian:

reluctantvampire:

trulyharmlesslibrarian:

reluctantvampire:

trulyharmlesslibrarian:

reluctantvampire:

He didn’t stand out very much as he pulled the strap of the backpack farther onto his shoulder and stepped into the library. Just another young college kid, coming in in early evening, probably to study for some class. His dirty, average brown hair fell in a bit of a shaggy mess into green eyes…

Humming Skillet’s Sick of It under her breath, Alessa was sorting books behind the small counter when someone walked in. She looked up, her librarian smile on her face only to find his back already disappearing into the stacks. She let him go - she’d have some books to get back into the shelves soon. 

Although she had to admit that she was a little surprised to find someone so quiet in her section. Most of the time, when someone who seemed young came in, they came in groups, either university students searching for a text for a new course but too afraid to come alone - as if vampire lurked in the stacks - or students looking for a lark. 

Finishing her books, she fixed her glasses on her nose before gathering an armful of books into her arms. Mostly focusing on werewolves, a few speculative texts on other weres, a memoir on living with a family of ghosts, and the most popular topic, vampires. Humanity had been fascinated with them when there had been the belief that they were just stories and remained fascinated with them now that they were real. 

Still humming, she went through the stacks, the bottom of her flats quiet on the carpet floor. Finishing up in the vampire section, she found the young man from earlier. “Need any help finding anything?” she asked as she slotted “Vampiracy and Breaking It to the Parents” back into its place.

His eyes locked onto the book she had just slotted into the stacks… then he shook his head.

"No… just these five… and… um…. I was told by, by somebody… that… I should ask for a, a Miss Alessa? I, um…"

He sighed, then shook his head again.

"N-nevermind. Just these five, please." His eyes glanced back towards the other patrons in line - patrons that had taken a step back from him. Huddled in a group. Just in case. He returned his gaze to the books in front of him.

Alessa’s gaze narrowed slightly, dropping down to quickly scan the books in his arms. “You’ve come to the right place. I’m Miss Alessa.” She shot a quick look over to the group of patrons standing by the line, her years of working in the library making a quick catalogue of patrons - a few regulars who couldn’t get over their fears, one or two curious if terrified newbies. 

"Just wait here for a moment, let me scan them out and also," she leaned out in a little, conspirational tone as she lowered her voice, "let us talk in private."  

Giving him a soft smile, she took the books from his hands and brought them to the front with her. She set them somewhat to the side while she turned to deal with the group of patrons huddled by her desk. “How can I help, ladies and gentlemen?” 

While she worked mechanically, a smile plastered on her face, her thoughts whirled. Who had sent him? What had happened to him? Judging by the section, definitely an encounter with vampires but how severe…

Once she finished, she turned to grab his books and dropped them on the desk. “So.”

"So," he said, fiddling with his library card, the photo on the front. He could only assume it still looked reasonably like him, not that he’d ever really need, or be able to, get another photo again.

"I… the… the lady at the, the blood bank. She, um, she said you could… could help me. And that you had a good selection." He tapped the books. "I hope I’m not scaring your regulars away. I know I’m out a bit early… it’s… I’ve been having a hard time. Adjusting… I guess. I… sorry. I’m not making much sense. I just… don’t know who I’m supposed to talk to about these things. So… they said I should come here. And talk to you. S-sorry."

Alessa nodded as she took the library card, scanned it and started to scan the books through. “You’ve got a good start here.” She winced. “Sorry, librarian is my default mode. And don’t worry about them. The regulars will come back, and some of the new people might. With this field growing, they won’t shut me down anyway. No one wants my job.” She tried to make make light of something, not wanting to poke fun at him. 

"So you got turned recently, huh? I’m sorry," she pushed the books back towards him. "Did you want to stick around until I’m off? It’s about…twenty minutes," she checked the clock on her computer, "Otherwise I’m going to be bouncing between you and other people, and that’s not conductive to a good conversation."

He looked up and smiled, suddenly, for the first time in a few days. He’d lost track of how many days. Or should he say, nights, now? It didn’t matter.

"Is there someplace you want to meet up?" he asked, looking around. "I’ll hang out until you get off shift." Pause, then quietly, "…thank you, by the way. For… not being afraid. Everyone else seems to be."

"There’s a nice place not to far from here, they’ve got good sandwiches as well as delicious coffee. Twiggs, you might have heard of it? It’s popular with the students, I’ve found. If you want to read your books, there are some comfy chairs near the back wall." 

She  smiled again, a little brighter. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Okay, there is, but if you’re able to control yourself well enough to come here, then nothing immediate.” 

"A-alright," he said, nodding. "I’ve… heard of them before. I’ve heard they’re a good place. Thank you."

He took a deep breath, turned, then walked out of the library, putting his books in his backpack. The little cafe was open late, thank goodness, and he ordered some coffee and a few other things before going to sit down in the area in the back that the librarian had mentioned. Hopefully, with a notebook and pencil out, he looked more like someone doing their homework than a bloodthirsty creature of the night, and nobody bothered him, seeming to validate that belief.

Alessa gave him a little wave as he left before the counting the minutes started. She went about the nightly tasks - refiling and organizing shelves, scanning patrons through. She’d vaccum in the morning, and there wasn’t much paperwork. She could do it in the morning or her lunch - none of it was urgent. 

So at 9pm sharp, she locked up her section of the library before leaving. Her long brown coat buttoned up to her neck, she hurried to Twiggs. Entering, she found him quickly but ordered her coffee and dessert before heading over to his table. She set her items down on the table before sitting down, and taking off her coat to reveal her blue cardigan. “I didn’t get your name at the library. Didn’t really look at the card that closely,” she said by way of starting the conversation.

"Kian," he said, looking up at her. "Kian Anderson. But you can call me Kian. Thanks for… for coming to meet me."

He took a drink of his coffee and frowned, then shook his head.

"I’m sorry for bothering you. I know you must be busy. It’s just…. books… I guess they can only help me so far. They said you could get me in touch with the right people. That you were the one person in this town who knows about… about…"

He sighed, then spat out the word between the two sharp points of his canines.

"…vampires."