It had been, technically speaking, more than four years. She had finished her undergrad degree with a little boost into a Masters in English, and was working on her Masters in Library Science at the same time.
She had made $50,000 stretch. She had applied for more scholarships, and after the first two years of undergrad, finally nabbed one. Now that little cushion of money was paying for her grad degree, which let her work an unpaid internship at the library. And, though she was loathe to admit it, give her mom a little help as she went nights for a nursing degree.
Her mother was almost forty. As timelines for actually beginning to get along went, it wasn't great. They gave each other a very wide berth at night. Which was difficult, because sometimes things happened that a five pound dog was not equipped to deal with. But they made it work. Bree knew a thing or two about making bad decisions as a teenager now. It was just that hers had worked out very well and not with her being pregnant with a cursed dog-baby.
They were trying, anyway.
Bree always kept her ears to the ground for new used bookstores, or people dying and other people selling off their old shit, or various other things. She was very good at collecting books. Not always rare books, or good books, but books. She took them, read them, and then donated them to the library. It was a good system, one that had made her so well-liked by the staff that she'd been able to nab the internship. So when she heard of a new bookstore opening in Old Town, she was intrigued.
Not a great deal happened in Old Town. She did, mind. It was one of her favorite places to run, because the buildings were ancient and interesting and unique, and because there were hardly ever any vampires or werewolves or witches or miscellaneous.
She had a decent inkling as to why that might be.
Fortunately, having already faced the dragon, she wasn't afraid. Or. Well. She was unafraid enough to wander around everywhere but within a block radius of his house.
That was why, as she walked along Main Street, she quickly, and with great horror, realized where the map was taking her.
No fucking way.
No. Fucking. Way.
But, unfortunately, yes fucking way. She stood outside the house straight from her memories and some of her more unpleasant dreams. There was a sign now. The roses had been trimmed back.
...Had... had he died?
She could only hope.
But if he'd died, and someone was selling his old things...
Or worse, if he was alive, and he was selling his old things...
She... should go inside. Check. Make sure it was... it wasn't...
Kneeling on the ground, smaller then than she was now. That had to have been why he seemed so large. Book on her head, cane under her chin. "Mendier pour moi."
That last part definitely hadn't happened. She was pretty sure.
She had been standing outside for about ten minutes. She needed to either go in or leave.
...She'd just. Poke her head in. She was better dressed now. She wore glasses instead of contacts, no longer bothered to hide her one blue eye. He might not even recognize her. Or maybe not, since he'd been able to tell what she was on sight, the first time.
But she'd just... check. On her book. And maybe see what he was selling. If it was him. If it was someone selling his stuff, and he was dead she'd...
She'd fuckin' buy it all with his own rotten money and then find out where he was buried so she could kick his gravestone.
But she'd never know if she didn't go in.
It took her another two minutes to actually get herself up the stairs and to the door. She didn't want to knock. This was a shop. Arguably. She'd just walk right in.
She checked the knob. Unlocked. Now she just had to... open the door. Alright. Step complete. Now walk in. Walk the fuck in, Bree.
It looked exactly like she left it. Except for the desk. The desk was different.
There was where she'd knelt on the floor. That's where he'd stood.
She already wanted to go home.
Maybe he was dead.
There was no way he was dead.
She had made $50,000 stretch. She had applied for more scholarships, and after the first two years of undergrad, finally nabbed one. Now that little cushion of money was paying for her grad degree, which let her work an unpaid internship at the library. And, though she was loathe to admit it, give her mom a little help as she went nights for a nursing degree.
Her mother was almost forty. As timelines for actually beginning to get along went, it wasn't great. They gave each other a very wide berth at night. Which was difficult, because sometimes things happened that a five pound dog was not equipped to deal with. But they made it work. Bree knew a thing or two about making bad decisions as a teenager now. It was just that hers had worked out very well and not with her being pregnant with a cursed dog-baby.
They were trying, anyway.
Bree always kept her ears to the ground for new used bookstores, or people dying and other people selling off their old shit, or various other things. She was very good at collecting books. Not always rare books, or good books, but books. She took them, read them, and then donated them to the library. It was a good system, one that had made her so well-liked by the staff that she'd been able to nab the internship. So when she heard of a new bookstore opening in Old Town, she was intrigued.
Not a great deal happened in Old Town. She did, mind. It was one of her favorite places to run, because the buildings were ancient and interesting and unique, and because there were hardly ever any vampires or werewolves or witches or miscellaneous.
She had a decent inkling as to why that might be.
Fortunately, having already faced the dragon, she wasn't afraid. Or. Well. She was unafraid enough to wander around everywhere but within a block radius of his house.
That was why, as she walked along Main Street, she quickly, and with great horror, realized where the map was taking her.
No fucking way.
No. Fucking. Way.
But, unfortunately, yes fucking way. She stood outside the house straight from her memories and some of her more unpleasant dreams. There was a sign now. The roses had been trimmed back.
...Had... had he died?
She could only hope.
But if he'd died, and someone was selling his old things...
Or worse, if he was alive, and he was selling his old things...
She... should go inside. Check. Make sure it was... it wasn't...
Kneeling on the ground, smaller then than she was now. That had to have been why he seemed so large. Book on her head, cane under her chin. "Mendier pour moi."
That last part definitely hadn't happened. She was pretty sure.
She had been standing outside for about ten minutes. She needed to either go in or leave.
...She'd just. Poke her head in. She was better dressed now. She wore glasses instead of contacts, no longer bothered to hide her one blue eye. He might not even recognize her. Or maybe not, since he'd been able to tell what she was on sight, the first time.
But she'd just... check. On her book. And maybe see what he was selling. If it was him. If it was someone selling his stuff, and he was dead she'd...
She'd fuckin' buy it all with his own rotten money and then find out where he was buried so she could kick his gravestone.
But she'd never know if she didn't go in.
It took her another two minutes to actually get herself up the stairs and to the door. She didn't want to knock. This was a shop. Arguably. She'd just walk right in.
She checked the knob. Unlocked. Now she just had to... open the door. Alright. Step complete. Now walk in. Walk the fuck in, Bree.
It looked exactly like she left it. Except for the desk. The desk was different.
There was where she'd knelt on the floor. That's where he'd stood.
She already wanted to go home.
Maybe he was dead.
There was no way he was dead.
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