I Hate Myself but I Love You

Chapter 8

The language the library speaks is one no mortal has ever spoken and one that no human could ever understand. So I will explain what happens in our conversation.

The library, with its ancient and supposedly infinite knowledge, already knows why I'm there. I have spent years of my undead life in here, and argued the meanings of everything, from books to the meaning of life, so it does like me more than it likes most others. It's also taken quite a liking to LaF and Laura. It lets me know it was impressed with their homemade flame thrower. It assures me it will take care of the ginger and will allow them to find the hoard of food down here.

I listen to the tunnels rearrange and thank the library. I don't want them to only eat chocolate and chips. The library is sympathetic about what happened to the cupcake in the tunnels and what I had to do, so it agrees to let us out in a safe place. I make sure to thank it again before dashing back to Laura.

"What happened?" LaFontaine asks.

"It agreed to let us out and to let you find the food store down here so you won't have to survive just on junk food." They seem surprised that I thought of them and mutter a shy thank you. "Post that video with everything that happened so her followers know what's going on. If you need anything or get worried or need to talk, contact me through email or whatever. I have a laptop at the cottage."

I write down my email address and my skype that Laura made me get.

"Thanks again. You have blood there, right?"

"I might have to go out and get more, but yes I do. Stay safe."

I grab the backpack she brought, slinging it over my shoulder and then lift Laura up gently into my arms. I fondly give the ginger the finger before running off.

Even using my vampire speed, it takes me half an hour to get out of the tunnels and another two hours to get to my cottage.

It's small and in the middle of nowhere and a little run down after fifty years of use. It was built by some arrogant architect that tried to squeeze as much money as he could from me. Even his blood tasted greedy.

However much I didn't like the man, he did a good job. After all these years, the wood still looks glossy and new and there are no drafts. The door is an ugly green that I haven't bothered to fix and there are no windows, as I requested. The sun doesn't cause vampires to burst into flames, but it does agitate the skin. Especially after decades underground. It's worst right after turning, but it's still only a minor annoyance.

Since this was my escape, it's only built for one person. I carry her inside and gently set her on the only bed, a single. Laura's head lolls to the side and I tuck her in. I pull up a chair to the side of her bed and hold her hand. I plan on staying by her side as long as I can.