"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."