Clutching the dusty tomb to your chest you start down the street, careful to keep in sight of other pedestrians this time.

You eventually come to a bus stop where quite a few people are waiting. You stand on the edge of the crowd and crack open the book. Soon your head is swimming with tales of vampires and their hunters. You find a dark pink bookmark stuck between the page, apparently where Tracy had left off. Pulling it out, you discover it's a business card, "Vanhelsing's Book Store," You read out loud.

The sound of your own voice seems awfully loud, even to your own ears. Looking up you see that while you were so engrossed in your book, the number 9 bus had come by and picked up all your protective eye witnesses.

"Oh hell," You mumble and start walking back towards the coffee shop. Hopefully Tracy has left and you can finally call that cab.

But it is not to be, from out of no where comes a set of arms and you are dragged down a dark alley.

Looking up, you are less than shocked to see the guy from the club, but this time you know what you're dealing with. "You're a vampire." You say matter-of-factly.

He just laughs at you, "That's right, not that knowing that's not going to help you a bit." He flashes his fangs at you.

You try to scream but he twirls you around and jerks your head to one side.

You kick at him and keep fighting, even as your eyes close and wait for the feeling of his teeth in your neck.

Suddenly, your captor is screaming.

He drops you, you tumble to the ground and turn to look behind you.

The guy from the club is writhing in pain against the cinderblock wall, desperately trying to grab at the wooden stake protruding from his back.

Crawling backwards, you keep your eyes on the vampire as you grab the book and try to get out of there.

At first your panicked brain fails to remind you that where there is a guy with a stake in his back, there's someone who put it there. But, eventually, you back right into that someone.

Twirling around you're confronted with the narrowed eyes of a very pissed looking man.

"I-I-I," You stammer.

"It's alright," He tells you, and then you realize it's not you he's mad at. "You're safe now."

Sighing in relief, you smile slightly at your hero and ask who he is.

"I'm Liam," The dapper Irishman smiles at you, but then his eyes dip to the book you're holding. "Ah," He nods sagely, "So you know already then."

You look down, "I-I haven't had a chance to go through it all yet," You tell him, pretty sure you do -not- want to tell him where you got it.

He looks at you for a moment, "What is your name child?"