A Tale of Three (HIATUS)

Ch 2: All Night

Raven pov:

The first week of moving In went fine, most of my time was spent working or on my blog. It's a blog about Supernatural occurrences. If I wasn't on either of those I was in the woods looking for the werewolf from a week ago.

I hadn't seen it and there had only been one body since then, the day after the full moon. My life had become boring, making my brain hurt. I wanted to discover more, I wanted to have irrefutable proof that these things exist.

"Looking glum chum." Charles hands me an energy drink, I don't like coffee so he gets me these instead.

"If I explained, you'd think I'm crazy." Cracking open the red bull I take a generous sip, trying to ward off sleep from my mind. I did an all-nighter again.

"I've heard and seen it all, fire away." He groans and takes a seat in a chair, waiting for me to talk. He pushed up his glasses and gave me a kind smile.

I feel myself smile and relax, giving in and telling him anything and everything about my theories and Supernatural ideas I have. He listened closely, rubbing his salt and pepper beard with thought. Adjusting his glasses he clears his throat and offers me something.

"Perhaps you should look into the local library. They have some old books on these things lying around." He sips his coffee and smiles. I'm riddled with excitement, books that give details was my drug.

"Seriously?!"

"Yup. We're about done anyway, why don't you boogie out of here." He laughed to himself and stood up, offering me a pat on the head as he went to his office.

After cleaning uo my area and the general area u make my way upstairs to leave. Waving the officers a goodnight I head out, having just enough time to get to the library before it closes.

I texted Dre to come over to my place in a bit, hoping he'd stay up for awhile and read books with me. Jumping out of the car I rush towards the library and immediately look for the oldest books inside.

I started to lose hope on the fourth aisle, maybe Charles was playing with me. Going down it I find a collection of cheesy romance books and a wall of weird foreign language books. They were languages I couldn't understand.

"Dwarvish." A voice speaks up and startles me. Looking around I find a princely looking woman near me.

"Pardon?"

"The language is Dwarvish. Most people question what it is." She offered a charming smile, her body covered by her long overcoat.

"Oh, cool. I think I have a buddy that knows the language." It was an online friend but that's neither here nor there.

"Any reason you're picking it up?" She looks over the romance books, eyeing one with a shirtless farmer guy on the front.

"Just personal research. I want books on Supernatural stuff. Like really weird books." This brought her attention back to me. Eyeing me up she stepped closer to me, reaching out and grabbing a book from the shelf.

"You might like this one then. It's full of it." Her fingers graze mine when handing the book off to me. Her hands are ice cold. I gave a smile and she gave one back, pearly white teeth making me slightly nervous.

"Thanks!" Thinking nothing else of her I take the books and look at the shelf, grabbing the few in English I could see.

"Are you new in town?" She grabs my attention for a second time but I noticed an old book about this town.