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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Jan 2, 2013 13:51:47 GMT -8
The musky scent of libraries was something that Sam Winchester had grown fond of throughout his life. He was a mathlete during his high school days and an academic genius therefore he was often found with his nose in between the pages of a book. It became even more of a common theme when he started going to Stanford and studying law. Once his occupation shifted to that of a full time hunter Sam was often given the researching to do as it was not Dean's biggest strength. Even though Dean was supposed to be heading to the library within the next couple of days to do his research, Sam had gone to the Mystic Falls public library anyway, to see if there was anything he could dig up underneath a pile of books before his brother.
Sam pushed open the glass doors of the library and entered, inhaling the scent of a small town place of knowledge. All libraries have different smells and atmospheres to them, but there was also a certain energy and atmosphere to small town libraries. There was not many people inside, but the ones who were around were students, some of them asleep in their books.
Sam grinned. He had fallen asleep inside of the pages of many books while at Stanford and it brought back the memories.
The first thing Sam did was go straight for the periodical section, to see if he could find anything on his own. While staff at these places were more than skilled at finding what in the contents of their own libraries, Sam liked to take a glimpse around for himself first. Despite their obvious attempts to hide concern the old ladies who worked here often looked wary of the young man who was looking up murders (whether or not they were recent or distant past) of the strange variety.
If only he had known that was a common thing the teenagers of Mystic Falls did, maybe just that fact would have clued him into the town's awful history.
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Post by JACOB ROSS on Jan 2, 2013 14:35:43 GMT -8
A library is the last place you would think to look for Jacob Ross, but there he was, leaned up against a corner in the periodical section of the library, being stupid as he could ever be. He actually went there a lot, he liked to read. It was a guilty pleasure of his. Except, today, he was there for a different reason. He had a boy in his arms, and he was feeding from him. In Jake's defense, why would anyone be in the periodical section anyway?
But nonetheless, he heard a pair of heavy set footsteps and quickly turned so that the boy was against the wall and it looked like he was just kissing him. He licked the blood from his lips, and then leaned back slightly, wrapping a scarf around the guy's neck. He looked like a hipster, but that wasn't Jake's problem.
Jake stepped back and wiped his mouth on his jacket sleeve, and turned pulled on his hood. He turned to take a look at the jerk who interrupted his meal time to see a handsome, tall, buff guy looking at books. Jake tilted his head, crossing his arms. The guy looked like a tool- not someone that would be checking out boring books in the periodical section. Not that there was anything wrong with the books in the periodical section.
Jake watched him with curiosity- he looked like he would taste pretty good. Jake turned back to his food and looked him straight in the eyes, compelling him. Jake murmured, "Go away. This never happened. Your girlfriend likes to get kinky- she bit you. Don't fret though. You liked it." Jake smirked as the guy repeated him, "My girlfriend likes to get kinky" and walked back to where Jake found him, sitting next to his friends who made fun of his scarf.
Jake waltzed over the the tall man and tapped his shoulder. "Looking for anything in particular? I come here a lot, and I'm a big history buff." Jake rubbed the corner of his left eye with his right hand. "I have nothing better to do, helping you might actually be fun." The more Jake looked at this man, the more he realized that he's never seen him before. "Excuse me, I don't mean to be nosy but, you're not from here are you?"
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Jan 3, 2013 14:13:26 GMT -8
Sam had not seen the two people in between the shelves. He only had one goal in mind at the time, after all. Human beings often missed the biggest signs, even if they had blood in them that made them a little more than human. He had fallen far from being human, although it did not show on the surface. Everything felt normal for now, searching through a library for the history of vampires. He looked normal, even. But no one saw the weapons tucked into hiding places in his multiple layers of clothes, no one thought for a second that he had killed supernatural creatures or that demon blood pumped through his veins with each resounding beat of his heart.
Of course, he heard the whispering from the other isle, but choose to ignore that instead filting his attention to the shelves in front of him.He brushed his fingers across the material of the newspapers and microfilm, hoping for something interesting. It seemed that it was going to take quite a long time to filter through all of this to find the specifics that he was looking for. Murder, mayhem and that sort of thing. Small towns often seemed to have more of it. Not because of an increase of murderers who lived in small towns, but because of their large histories. The pattern was even more prominent the farther east and south you went, because of where the founding fathers had chosen to settle before they branched out.
Sam almost jumped at the feeling of a tapping on his shoulder and turned to meet the man who had touched him. Sam tried not to be too paranoid but with the recent going ons he was rather jittery and suspicious of people, even if they looked to be human.
"I'm just doing some research for a criminology paper," Sam bluffed easily. "I'd appreciate the help."
He lied often for his job but most of the time he tried to keep the lies as light as possible. He did them with ease, with a grimace at the right time or with a smile on his face. Not even sweating it. Besides he had done worse things than lie at this point.
"No, I'm not, I was passing through," He said, offering out his hand for a handshake.
"I"m Sam."
That was the awful thing about small towns. Everyone knew who everyone was and the minute a newcomer arrived in town they were on the edge. People are afraid of the unknown and even strangers qualified on that list. Funny, since there were many things to be more afraid of than a new guy in town. Vampires, werewolves and Hell itself. Lucifer. Sometimes Sam wished that he could have the bliss of being ignorant, but it was too late to go back to the way things used to be. Too late to be innocent as he had already lost that privilege when Dean told him the truth about their father.
But that did not mean he couldn't be polite to someone who offered to help him with research, did it?
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Post by JACOB ROSS on Jan 6, 2013 12:31:07 GMT -8
 
"Passing through huh? We've been getting a lot of people just passing through." Jake extended his arm and gave tall dark and handsome's hand a shake. He grinned like a Cheshire cat at the man's firm grip. Jake could easily break his hand and drink from him right now. . . he felt the warm blood under his thin skin, he bet this man tasted so good. There was something off about his scent, but a good kind of off. He had a very alluring scent. Almost like he wasn't human . . . Jake inhaled through his nose slowly and held his breath, processing this mans scent. He was human, but there was something more to him . . . This intrigued Jacob. He had to know more.
Jake's smile grew. "Pleasure to meet you Sam. I'm Jacob. You can call me Jake." Jake looked around him at the books he was looking around. "You don't really need to look through all these books. I'll know anything you need to know. Don't be afraid to ask me weird questions, I've seen a lot." Jake winked then. He wondered what this man was. He wasn't a skinwalker, their scents were human mixed with wet dog. Or at least, that's what it smelled like to him. Jake had to know, and he was a blunt person. He'd wasn't the type to try and ease or sneak answers out of somebody.
So naturally, what he blurted next was quite straightforward. "What in the world are you, Sam? You're definitely not completely human, though-" Jake leaned forward and looked him in the eyes and sniffed once more. "You have a faint hint of something . . . something more." Jake watched him for a moment. "Don't worry now. I'm not going to hurt you. If I wanted you dead I'd have killed you already. I just happened across you and your strange scent, indulge me because my curiosity is killing me."
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Jan 8, 2013 16:21:28 GMT -8
Sam was used to passing through. After all, there was a high school that he and Dean had only gone to for a month. Growing attached to people and places and then moving on was a normal part of his life, whether or not he detested it. Dean always yearned for the moment when the Impala pulled up in the drive way to pick them up but Sam just wished that they could stay in one place for a little longer, especially once he had found out what had happened to his friend Barry Cook.
Sam gave the other man a firm and proper handshake,(at least three seconds long, enough pressure and not floppy) he had never made it to his degree but he still came off as a proper business man.
"I didn't think this town would be one with tourists," Sam grinned.
He did not mean anything by it of course, but it seemed to him that this town would not have many visitors. Or had seemed if this man held any credibility whatsoever. Sam was not inclined to trust people outside of the inner circle of people he was closer with, meaning Dean and Cass.
"Um, yeah. do you have a knowledge in freaky murders?" Sam asked, a grin on his face. "I highly doubt small towns have seen that kind of thing but I thought I'd try and make it as accurate as possible for the state of Virginia."
Lies lies and more lies, but it wasn't that hard. Not really. Besides for the moment Sam supposed it was better than telling this stranger than truth. Of course, until things got creepier than Sam had ever expected them to in the shelves of the periodical section of the library.
Average humans could not smell the fact that there was demon blood coursing through his veins, with every beat of his heart. Anything not human that could smell that strongly set off warnings in Sam's hunter instincts. However, he wasn't entirely sure how to get out of the situation without calling attention to himself. Dean would have known what to do better in the situation than him. Then again Dean might not have been as afraid to punch Jacob in the face.
"No, I'm not completely human. But something tells me you aren't either."
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