city. London was too big and way too noisy for my liking but luckily I was only scraping at its outskirts. There were so many supernatural things in London that, in parts, they outnumbered the norms. I didn’t want to be a supernatural buffet quite yet, although that might happen if the Librarian held a grudge. Hence why I was pulling out a shotgun from under my seat.
“Is that really necessary?” Marshall slammed his door and looked at me loading it, “It’s the middle of the day and you’re loading a shot gun in broad daylight!”
“Adram’s useful for something. No one can see it because he’s hexed them.”
“I thought my ears were burning.” Adram whispered in my ear from behind.
“I will cut you!” I yelled in his face. You’d think I’d learn by now and not jump out of my skin,
“Won’t people see him?” Non-believers made me laugh.
“Same principle. Come on, I really need to get this over with.”
I looked at the building in front of us and from the outside it didn’t look like anything special. It was a single story building that was probably built in the 1960’s. Its pebble dashed walls had seen many years and was cracked in places. If it wasn’t for the hanging baskets and flower displays it would have looked like something out of a horror film. Someone had painted murals of children playing on the windows, which anywhere else would have looked quaint. But that’s how Thralls drew you in. They were rogue vampire Thralls whose master had been staked. They liked to live in graveyards, but groups had a thing for dark buildings. The lack of a master gave them an insatiable hunger for brains and I warned them last time that they couldn’t have mine.
“Are you sure we’re in the right place?” Marshall looked puzzled but he had no idea,
The three of us walked towards the door and I pumped the shotgun. The last time I was here I was greeted with brain hungry Thralls and I had to break a few things. Who knew libraries could be so dangerous? Marshall pulled his gun following my lead. With one hard kick, I kicked the door wide open and prepared for the worse.
Adram started laughing and I resisted the urge to shoot him in the face. Apparently my attempt at removing the Thralls previously had worked. I was now trying to shoot a group of pre-schoolers singing nursery rhymes,
“Kindergarteners? You’re scared of kindergarteners?” Now Marshall was laughing. I pulled the shotgun onto my back and sighed,
“Apparently it’s back to being a library.” The last few days were making me look a fool. I was a professional for God sakes!
“No, I can seriously see how terrifying they could be. I’ve heard they turn into snot throwing, little terrors when they don’t get what they want and to top it off they throw up like the Exorcist when they’re ill.” Marshall was laughing so hard he was drawing attention to us.
“Ok, so it looks like the Librarian has actually cleaned up a little…” I think I preferred the Ghouls,
“You know, true Librarians always put their nest first.” Adram had stopped laughing and put his hand on my shoulder consoling my heavy handedness,
“Nest?” It’s amazing what words shut a cowboy up. I started walking towards the basement doors,
“The majority of libraries, especially those built in the sixties…and before you ask it’s something to do with the type of cement they used to build with that appeals…are nests consisting of books. That’s why we call these particular supernaturals Librarians. They horde books because it’s part of their nature and because they want to make a little money they allow people to use it. Have you ever wondered why you get a really big fine when you don’t bring the books back? Unfortunately, it can also draw those a little less normal in. Usually the Librarian can handle it but when they can’t, I get called in. They’re actually not that bad, although they can get a little carnivorous when they get upset.” I
“Is that really necessary?” Marshall slammed his door and looked at me loading it, “It’s the middle of the day and you’re loading a shot gun in broad daylight!”
“Adram’s useful for something. No one can see it because he’s hexed them.”
“I thought my ears were burning.” Adram whispered in my ear from behind.
“I will cut you!” I yelled in his face. You’d think I’d learn by now and not jump out of my skin,
“Won’t people see him?” Non-believers made me laugh.
“Same principle. Come on, I really need to get this over with.”
I looked at the building in front of us and from the outside it didn’t look like anything special. It was a single story building that was probably built in the 1960’s. Its pebble dashed walls had seen many years and was cracked in places. If it wasn’t for the hanging baskets and flower displays it would have looked like something out of a horror film. Someone had painted murals of children playing on the windows, which anywhere else would have looked quaint. But that’s how Thralls drew you in. They were rogue vampire Thralls whose master had been staked. They liked to live in graveyards, but groups had a thing for dark buildings. The lack of a master gave them an insatiable hunger for brains and I warned them last time that they couldn’t have mine.
“Are you sure we’re in the right place?” Marshall looked puzzled but he had no idea,
The three of us walked towards the door and I pumped the shotgun. The last time I was here I was greeted with brain hungry Thralls and I had to break a few things. Who knew libraries could be so dangerous? Marshall pulled his gun following my lead. With one hard kick, I kicked the door wide open and prepared for the worse.
Adram started laughing and I resisted the urge to shoot him in the face. Apparently my attempt at removing the Thralls previously had worked. I was now trying to shoot a group of pre-schoolers singing nursery rhymes,
“Kindergarteners? You’re scared of kindergarteners?” Now Marshall was laughing. I pulled the shotgun onto my back and sighed,
“Apparently it’s back to being a library.” The last few days were making me look a fool. I was a professional for God sakes!
“No, I can seriously see how terrifying they could be. I’ve heard they turn into snot throwing, little terrors when they don’t get what they want and to top it off they throw up like the Exorcist when they’re ill.” Marshall was laughing so hard he was drawing attention to us.
“Ok, so it looks like the Librarian has actually cleaned up a little…” I think I preferred the Ghouls,
“You know, true Librarians always put their nest first.” Adram had stopped laughing and put his hand on my shoulder consoling my heavy handedness,
“Nest?” It’s amazing what words shut a cowboy up. I started walking towards the basement doors,
“The majority of libraries, especially those built in the sixties…and before you ask it’s something to do with the type of cement they used to build with that appeals…are nests consisting of books. That’s why we call these particular supernaturals Librarians. They horde books because it’s part of their nature and because they want to make a little money they allow people to use it. Have you ever wondered why you get a really big fine when you don’t bring the books back? Unfortunately, it can also draw those a little less normal in. Usually the Librarian can handle it but when they can’t, I get called in. They’re actually not that bad, although they can get a little carnivorous when they get upset.” I
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