Demons

Chapter 20- Hording Problem

Amy's  POV-

After the café we went back to Poppy's room, Shelly collected the notes she took and went back to her home while I gathered up the books I had brought to the silver-eyed girl's cheerfully colored room and packed them into my backpack to take back to the library.

I took my time strolling to the library. I had nothing else to do. The bag of books weighed down on my back and I tried to shift them slightly to see if it would help the burden. A light breeze rippled along too long grass that had let to be mowed. It was finally a warm day outside and I tilting my head up towards the sun I closed my eyes with a smile on my face.

That was until a body collided into. Coupled with the burning furnace in my stomach and throat, the needles on my skin and the dull throb of a headache, it all soured my once pleasant mood immediately. The backpack, that was already stuffed with books and threatening to burst, unzipped spilling its contents onto the sidewalk and grass; thankfully dry from the sun.

Rage lit a gasoline explosion in my blood and I had a brief moment to wonder why I was so irate, I never got this agitated. I tried to swallow some of the anger down and succeeded a tad bit.

"What the HELL!" I snarled and whipped around to face whoever it was. I encountered a man with black hair slicked black with gel, his person dress in a navy-blue suit, blood red tie and just under the sleeve was the noticeable glint of a sliver bracelet.

It was the News Anchor from the T.V. I sucked in a gasp through my teeth. "I am so sorry Ma'am, let me help you up." He outstretched his hand. His eyes held a glint I couldn't quite identify. I took it and he pulled me up unceremoniously. At the same time, I felt something bite into the palm of my hand and zap through me, but I held back a flinch. He blinked as if in surprise.

Glaring daggers at the man I yanked my hand from his began to stuff all the books back into my backpack again.

"Oh, books from the library! It's lovely to youth interested in them again, in fact I'm on my way to the library." The man smirked.

Why won't this blasted man leave?

"Well then you're going the wrong direction, aren't you?" The anger was still boiling like a pot left too long on the stove and I took a deep breath to steady myself.

He chuckled and smiled as if I had asked a simply ridiculous question. "I'm just taking a different route. Besides I have... Acquaintances to meet." He rolled his hand and those coal black eyes glinted with some emotion I couldn't place; yet something told me not to trust him.

By then I hand finished packing up my books and I violently zipped my bag shut. Shooting the navy-blue suited man one last loathing look I continued down the cement sidewalk. Never bothering glance back to the News Anchor who had slipped away into the alleyway between two houses and was silently waiting and watching.

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The splendid flowers seemed to wave in greeting when I entered the building. Their cheerful and bright colors dowsed away the embers of my remaining ire. I was still pondering why I was suddenly so angry one minuet when I saw the lengthy, willowy women and I pushed the thought to the back of my mind, where it stayed. The Librarian was back behind her desk, reading a different book than when I previously saw her. "I came to return the books you leant me; they were tremendously helpful."

She beamed and the magenta flower next to her seemed to beam as well. "I am so glad! You can put them in the return slot." She took a piece of paper to book-mark her page before closing her book and pointing towards a rectangular slot that faced outwards in the sooth wooden circular desk that looked like a reception desk.