#thread: carver

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“I t’ought we agreed, Colin. You said last time I caught you in here you wouldn’a come back here t’ feed.” He could smell the other vampires on him, even if energy vampires barely smelt of anything except a general sense of foul. “People dinnae come here t’ sleep, t’ey come here t’ read…”

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“It’s not working,” Carver muttered, the all-too-familiar itching scratching burning hurting beneath his skin, aching in his fingers, wrists, and all of his joints and spreading to all of his bones. His wolfsbane-charmed amethyst pendant was cracked and ineffective. And above, even behind cloud cover, the moon was rising higher.

“Have to get chained down. If-if-if I don’t, m’gonna go all throughout town again. I just cannae do that. I cannae do that.”

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Carver wasn’t supposed to be reading while on the clock, but, in his defense, the clock did say 10:00pm, and most students in the university library this time of night knew where they wanted to go and what they needed. They didn’t so much have to ask Carver for help.

But, sometimes they did, so he kept his art history book off to the side, scanning over images and reading analysis from a myriad of different alums from this university. He was a Literary Studies grad student, and he should be working more on his dissertation in his “spare moments,” but…he always was a bit shite with his work ethic.

Somebody walked up to his counter and he leaned up, as though he hadn’t been reading his book. “Hi there,” he said, low and polite to accommodate the hour, “ya findin’ everything all right?”

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His job wasn’t always returning books to their proper place. Sometimes he manned the counter, on the off-chance that someone wanted a library employee to check their books out for that, rather than using the self-check out machines posted directly in front of him. (They made a god-awful mechanical whine, but none of the human employees ever picked up on it, so he stopped bringing it up and instead suffered in silence.

Ibuprofen didn’t do much for the headache it caused, but he usually tried it anyway.

“Find everythin’ you were looking for?” He asked the blonde clearly waiting for him to prompt her forward, despite the lack of a line.

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“Awfully sorry, awfully. I don’t mean to be sharp, it’s my…” Moon cycle nearing its peak, “allergies.” Carver fiddled with the crushed wolfsbane pendant at his neck nervously. This woman had an air of…a scent of… Where was her familiar? Was she really at the library just to look around and this was a coincidence?

Carver leaned himself casually against the bookshelf. “I mean to say… Did ya need any help findin’ anythin’?”

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“Levir, dearest, now I know it’s early and you know I-I always want t’give you fair warning but my-my-my pendant’s broke, y’see, and I don’t know how m-much longer I— I mean, you understand, the moon, the dark, the…hunger…”

If he could just get into the park for a night or three, he wouldn’t even eat the big animals, probably, he’d probably be able to just eat the small rabbits or crows. Oh, crows hunting crows was fun… His eyes had been glowing amber since around 2pm when his pendant broke, and now they started shining brighter from the thought of hunting.

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“Can I help ya find anythin’?” Carver asked the woman in a soft lilt. He’d been working in different libraries for nearly a decade now, and he could usually tell between the casual browsers and the seasoned shoppers. He reached up to briefly scratch an itch at the side of his neck, his short necklace of wolfsbane irritating him a bit as the moon waxed closer toward full each night.