I wait, just outside the barrier. The night is shrill with crickets; they sense the end of time and sing, calling to each other. The air wraps us round with caressing warmth, so that early-evening sip suffices to keep me anchored here. Maddening, to serve time on Terence and his foolishness. Did I make this bargain, step across the threshold between worlds, so that I could hover here like a ghost between walls? The library calls to me, yet I know that I must persist here, must see what foolishness Terence will commit—
Though of course I do not know if I can intervene in time.
And what he does, what he tells—
I do not want to think about that. I have a few plans of my own, should it all go awry; I have sanctuaries elsewhere, libraries I have haunted in my day. But I like this place, I have come to be settled here; there’s an ample supply of books and journals that no one else troubles to read.
Excerpt from my contribution to the Vampire Variations challenge. No longer a work-in-progress, it’s now with its beta readers. Look for updates in coming weeks.
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