We sat down in the back, the library was almost empty. “Um..Myra?” The owner of the library walked up a questioning look on his face. “Don’t worry Sam I’ll lock up, and hey don’t get any ideas, were studying.” I smiled as I held up my book and Sam just shook his head. Dylan’s questioning glance held the beauty of an angel, he smiled crookedly. “Friend of the family.” I supplied, he only continued to smile.

The whole studying thing lasted a total of 5 minutes and then for two hours we talked.

“So your the slayer, and nothing else?” His sweet voice made it hard to lie. “Yeah, just the slayer, but you said I didn’t smell like one?” My question caught him off-guard, his face shadowed with protection and then fell normal again. “Most slayers have disgusting smells so we can know their coming. But you smell…” He couldn’t finish, his brow furrowed in thought. “Like strawberries.” I finished for him, my eyes stared at the floor, I pulled my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms securely around them.