The Librarian

This is an entirely fictionalised account baring little resemblance to various experiences I may have undergone in my local library or any library for that matter.A short horror story set in the safest place you could find....She came chaperoned to our library like a princess. Only she was more than a princess. Much more!I was in the librarys rear car park when no less than five fiery red speed machines escorted her into her newly won position as librarian at this ‘our' rather staid, old out-moded library. She was the only new disruptive thang that had ever happened to it in decades, a sexy librarian like no other, and did this sexy librarian-demons daughter disrupt the lives within, and more importantly mine.Supernatural short fiction like nothing else!Her name was Jasmine Cravenmore and she was about the only new, disruptive thang that had happened to it since it was first built in the 1960s. Its high art, modernist, architectural style of that period had well and truly devolved into faded glory by now. Though to be honest, that was the very thing I liked about it.In ‘she' comes just like a pony-tailed, black pants wearing breath of fresh-air, her chaperone's engines escorting her into her new place of work seething red loud. And thus did they exit.Over the preceding weeks leading into months I sure as hell found out. In gothic horror style!As the weeks went by, she appeared rather more interested in myself for things other than my typing prowess hmmm...For one & she would not leave me alone. Sexy librarian stalked me from within the library and from without, not unlike a love struck calling vampire. If I sat in a quiet part of our 'my' library in order to recompose, vamp would appear in order to place books in the shelving above my head. Her pubis so damned close to my face I was practically sprayed in her pheromones, nearly had a heart attack. The sexual tension was obvious. Witch ghoul vampire.If I sat at the computers my vampire love would sidle by her athletic figure not understated in her de rigueur ‘black' pants and hump her female sex into a chair aimed directly at me under guise of thrusting a chair back into the table and out of the way of any unfortunate passer-by, thereby gaining my attentions with the resulting bump into the table. My typing would immediately take a wild unwanted departure whereby a whole series of xxxxxxx's might march themselves across the page instead of a well composed sentence....