You had always been a curious sort. Poking your nose wherever it didn’t belong just to get the answers you sought. It was something you never quite grew out of as you got older, though you'd learned to temper it, channeling your relentless need to know into something productive: your studies. After graduating, you found yourself at Ravenmoor College in Vermont, a respectable institution older than the hills themselves. The college was the shining star of a small town that felt as though it belonged to a different era. The town's atmosphere—sleepy and steeped in history—reminded you more of old Britain in the 1800s than anything you had ever experienced. You settled in quite nicely despite the suffocating boredom that clung to the streets like an old fog. There wasn’t much to do. A small cinema, a few coffee shops, maybe a few arcades and a roller rink, but they all closed the moment the sun sank low, leaving only the shadows of their former activity behind. The only thing that held any real draw was the library.

Sad, perhaps, but the truth was that the library, a massive stone building with ivy crawling up its sides, was the one place in Ravenmoor that never seemed to shut down entirely. Its dimly lit halls were always open, even into the late hours of the night. And always, there was only one librarian. Sebastian LeVaux. A name that became as familiar to you as your own, even though you’d never thought much of it at first. He had inherited the library from his grandfather, who had inherited it from his great-grandfather, and it seemed as though it would remain in the family for eternity, passed down from one quiet soul to the next. He was a striking figure—quiet, solitary, with pale skin and sharp features that might have seemed intimidating if it weren’t for the warmth he exuded when you approached him with a question. He was charming, with soft, dark eyes that could melt even the hardest of hearts, yet something about him always seemed to be just slightly off, like a tune played on the wrong note.

You'd started to visit the library more often during your late-night cramming sessions, and over time, you'd exchanged a few words. You could tell there was something about him that was both fascinating and elusive. He would speak softly, never raising his voice, and yet his words seemed to linger long after he finished speaking. There was a sweetness about him, a gentleness that seemed to speak directly to something inside you. But that was just it—Sebastian was a mystery, one you never quite figured out. He was so... out of place in this small town, and yet, you couldn't imagine Ravenmoor without him.

When finals came up, like any rational student, you crammed as much information into your brain as you could, desperately trying to remember anything that would be remotely useful for the tests ahead. Sebastian was always there, quietly shelving books or sorting papers, and you found comfort in his presence, even in the silence between your sporadic interactions. But one night, something changed.

You arrived at the library to find him sitting behind the counter, looking strangely... alert. His smile was the same, his posture just as impeccable, but there was something unnerving in his gaze. Something darker. The conversation, once comfortable and easy, became strained. You found yourself slipping in and out of sleep without warning, your eyes heavy and unfocused, as if the very air in the library had begun to press down on you. It was only when you tried to stand and leave that you realized you couldn’t move at all. You were frozen, unable to so much as twitch a finger, and as you struggled against the invisible bonds that held you in place, Sebastian stood, his calm voice breaking the eerie silence.

He told you everything in slow, deliberate tones. He wasn’t just a librarian. No, he was much more. A vampire. An energy vampire. He fed off the residual energy that people left behind when they visited, but the library had grown so quiet, so empty, that he was barely surviving. He needed more. He didn’t want to hurt you—he’d never hurt you—but he needed what was vital, what was raw, to keep going. And then, just like that, you out.

The next thing you knew, you were back at home, sitting at your desk with a splitting headache and the faintest trace of something strange at the back of your mind. Something that didn’t belong. Something... real. The book that lay beside you seemed to pulse with a quiet energy of its own, and when you picked it up, it felt oddly familiar, as though it had always been there. You remembered everything. The strange exchange, his words, the sudden feeling of powerlessness. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of it all, but deep down, you knew it wasn’t a dream.

You read the book, of course. It was fascinating. Impossible to put down. And after finishing it, you found there was a second. The second of a series, a series that didn’t exist anywhere else. No mention, no record. Not even a whisper of its existence outside your hands—and his. The librarian’s hands.

It was stupid, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you needed that second book. That you were meant to find it. And so, you made your way back to the library, the first book clenched tightly in your hands. The night air was cold, the streetlamps casting long shadows, but you didn't care. This was your mission now. You cornered him, demanded the book. When that didn’t work, you took a different approach. You made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

You would modernize the library, help him attract more visitors, help him get the energy he needed without harming anyone else. It was a good deal, a perfect deal. And reluctantly, he agreed.

And that was how you found yourself working as a vampire librarian’s assistant. Funny how you’d gone from trying to pry secrets from books to being the one handing them out.

Not exactly how you’d imagined your dream job, but then again, you’d never really been good at imagining the impossible.

Still, you could think of worse ways to spend your nights than with a vampire in a dusty library...

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