I stopped after I crossed the street. I must have lost him. Shit. I revealed my identity. To a complete stranger.
Bless whoever distracted him back there.
I made my way home, my senses all alert. I heard footsteps behind me. Just my own.
I got to get home.
I sat there at the librarian's desk. I wrote down the stats of how many books were checked in. I heard the front door open.
Not bothering to look up, I continue with the stats.
"Could you point to me the direction of the mechanic's manuals?"
"They're upstairs to the right"
"Cool."
I listen to the footsteps as he walks up and away. I turn to my points and add: another person helped.
Minutes later he cascades down. I finally look up as he places a book on the counter.
I first see the book.
"The Demons and Angels Among Us. Doesn't sound very mechanical-"
I stop to look at him. It's the same guy. The stranger.
I stand and back away slowly. I look back. I see only one way out. To run upstairs. So many shelves..so many books-he's lose me.
"I know what you are."
I just stood from my seat, acted like I was deaf, and continued on to the upstairs. I felt an hand on my wrist.
"Let go. Or you won't have that hand much longer."
"Oh really? I think it's the other way around, chica."
I got my wrist out of his steel grasp. My green eyes became frantic as I took off up the stairs. I could feel the heat of him behind me, and hear his pounding footsteps near me. I beelined for the fiction section, on of the largest sections we had here at the library. I hid behind the shelf.
I kept my panting silent as I could, my heart was the one thing that I couldn't keep quiet. It pounded as I heard his breath, felt his heat move around the room, searching, hunting…
I turned left, and as if we were mentally synced, he turned to face me at the exact same time. His chain was wrapped around his shoulder, the fire in his eyes signalling he wasn't here to play games.
Well, neither was I.