Disclaimer: I own Set Fluttaz, John Drake, Elliot Pagenoi and this story, while the divinity known as Ms. Carroll - or Ms. Cabot - owns everyone and everything else.

Comments: Please review - I need your comments. Oh, and if you really like this, you could always go and read some of my other work *hint hint* - my other work includes another Mediator fic called Origin of the Mediator, a sequel to Companions of the Night - currently untitled - and an original piece of work called The Salvation.

Author's Note: Okay, "sanguijuela" means bloodsucker or leech in Spanish, and although I'm sure that this is meant as a name for those dreaded bugs that live in warm water and latch onto your feet and suck your blood, I'm using it as a I had writer's block - blame it for this not being up yesterday.

Chapter Five: Dealing with the Sanguijuela

I took a quick step backwards as Set came towards me and tried to open the door. Even if this guy wasn't a real vampire - and I had no doubt that he was - he could do what he did to that girl now lying on the floor. Whatever that was. I suddenly realized that I was no longer near the door, somehow I had moved to the other end of the room and Set had my arms behind my back, trying to keep me getting away. At that point I was seriously doubting my escape, especially since Set could apparently move so fast. I was starting to wonder how Set was going to kill me. Suck my blood? Bring me to his vampire buddies? There was no doubt in my mind that he was going to let me go. I mean, I had just found out that the guy was a vampire.

Right when I started wishing that Set would kill me and get it over with - I mean, I'd rather just die and get it over with, then stay here wondering how he is going to kill me - Jesse appeared. I don't think I've ever been so happy in my life to see him, and apparently the feeling was mutual. Jesse came up near me and was about to give Set a hard punch on the head, when Set put out a solitary hand and pushed Jesse into the floor.

I don't think I've ever seen Jesse so surprised - well, since the day I met him. But his bewilderment - at the fact that Set could see and touch him - soon turned to rage.

"Let go of her, sanguijuela," said Jesse in his silky voice of his - his scar on his eyebrow was glowing brightly against his dark skin. He then took Set by surprise as he kicked him hard in the shin. Set however did not wince or show any sign of discomfort. Instead he thrust me down to the floor and headed towards the door.

"Oh and you might want to clean her -" he pointed toward the girl on the floor - "up a bit, before the librarians come up at closing time," he said as he walked out the door and closed it behind him. I winced as Jesse helped me up - when Set dropped me, I had banged my head pretty hard on the floor. Once the pain in my head cleared, I glanced around the Video Room. There was a "Librarians Only" room off to one side, so I headed towards it guessing that there would probably be a first aid there.

My guess proved right as I shoved open the door and spotted a first aid kit hanging on the wall near the librarian's desk. I opened it up and took out some rubbing alcohol and grabbed some tissues from the tissue box reclining on the librarian's filing cabinet. I headed out the door and bumped into Jesse, who was probably coming in to see what I was doing.

"You put it on cuts," I told Jesse as I saw him give the bottle of rubbing alcohol a questioning look.

"You're going to put it on the girl's neck," said Jesse. I didn't feel it necessary to answer Jesse, because he had said it in a statement-way, not a questioning way - so I ignored him. I mean, he does it to me all the time, so I think I have a right to do it right back to him. Jesse followed behind me as I walked towards the girl, while opening the bottle - I hoped that I could fix it so when I got the librarians to come up, it would look like she just fainted.

I dabbed some rubbing alcohol onto the girl's neck, trying to clear away the small amount of blood that reclined there. When I was done I put back the rubbing alcohol and threw out the tissues. I then headed downstairs.

Note: The reason this is up so late, is because I have been really busy the past couple days - and I had some major writer's block. Please review.