Suck My Life (Sucking Dead #1) - Andie M. Long Page 0,42

you, his life was cut short and so also were his donations. They would have helped children who were being treated cruelly by their parents.”

He’d pissed my inner vamp off. I felt my vision change and everything was in shades of red.

“Ooh-err, you’ve made our vampire queen’s eyes fire up,” Spence pointed out.

“Jacob, go to Hell,” I commanded and with a shriek he was gone.

“Queen, you were amazing. Fair, but amazing,” Spence said.

“One down, twenty-two to go.” I hit the computer keys for the details of the next one.

Mya

After asking me if I was okay at breakfast, for which I once again told him I was ‘Fine’, Death left me to carry on. I chose more men who’d dumped women and even being impartial, it was 95% Hell, 5% Heaven so far. Spence had got bored after the first two despatches and left me to it. I wasn’t bored. I was in my element.

However, I was mindful I needed a break, so I had my evening bag of blood and decided to visit the library for some new books.

I pushed open the door, walked up the winding staircase and into the turret, marvelling once again about how beautiful it was.

“Hello? Librarian,” I called out.

The words SILENCE appeared in front of me in glittery sparkles which then disappeared.

“Huh? How do I get books then if can’t ask for them?” I muttered.

SILENCE appeared again.

“You can put it in glitter, it doesn’t make it any less rude,” I stated.

A book fell off the desk in front of me, so I wandered over and picked it up.

Rules of the Library.

Great. More rules. Not the reading I’d intended on doing.

I opened the first page.

Welcome to Wayward Souls library. Your silence here is appreciated at all times and this includes sighing, groaning, and most definitely whining and wailing. Write all enquiries on the notepad on the desk and these shall be addressed at The Librarian’s earliest convenience.

Someone loved their position in charge a little too much. However, I walked over to the notepad, grabbed the pen from beside it and sitting at the desk I began to write.

Hey, Librarian.

Thanks for the books you left in my living room. It was astute thinking to leave me a book about a cupcake café. My tastes in the last day or so have changed however and if you have any serial killer books or revenge books about a woman who was mugged off by a bloke after sex that would be much appreciated.

Also, I found out there is a weekly book group in Gnarly and wondered if you knew about it and wanted to contribute in some way?

Thanks in advance.

Mya.

I’d gotten up from my seat to depart the library when text appeared on the page.

Good evening, Queen Mya.

I shall leave you a few of your book choices on your bookcase, along with the sequel to the cupcake bakery book for when your current tastes change again. I do not have involvement with Gnarly Book Club because they only pretend to read. They are not interested in books of any literary worth, and every one of them reads the reviews on Goodreads and the book stores and makes up their entire feedback based on this. The book talk usually lasts five minutes at most before they eat cupcakes and gossip about village life.

In all fairness, I think you’d love it anyway, but if you could influence them to try to read a book it would be much appreciated, in which case I would be happy to supply copies to each resident.

The Librarian.

I wrote back.

Dear Librarian.

Thank you for your honesty and the books. I shall see what I can do at Book Club. What is your name?

Mya.

Dear Queen Mya.

My name is The Librarian.

I shall not be seen, or heard, but I am here for your book needs.

The Librarian.

Okay then.

“Thank you,” I called out and the glittery SILENCE appeared again. I turned back to the book.

Dear The Librarian

My apologies. I will get used to not speaking in here, but if you had known me in life you would realise how hard that is for me. I worked in a bookstore and chatted away there to customers to help them, so this is not my natural environment.

Mya.

Dear Queen Mya.

I know. You have much to learn and get used to, but you have all the time in the world. Be patient… and everything will work out.

The Librarian.

Be patient? Easier said than done with thousands of spirits crowding the place. However, now I was having