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Somewhere, coming closer, was a loft tumble of sound, hurried words, whispered words, words that were too soft to be heard. Following that was a scuffle of sound and the rattling of a bookshelf just a few yards away.

This was strange. Usually there weren't many people in this side of the wing, nonetheless activity like this. The only souls that dared venture this far into the library were quiet respectful people that moved from shelf to shelf like ghosts, unheard and untraceable.

"Pey!" a raised whisper chided pleadingly, "Stop! Not here!"

There was another scuffle and the bookshelf shuddered again.

"Ngh...Stop!"

As Edward rounded the corner, he stumbled upon a very unusual looking sight. Pressed against the book shelf was the young Ellery, interlocked with a demonic looking being who was pinning him there. The young man had his arm extended against the demons face, holding the hungry demon back as the other clacked his hungry teethed jaws. Bassett's other arm was locked between the two, elbowing Pey in the chest so that he couldn't move much further.

Hearing the small greeting, Bassett snapped his head to the side, his face splayed with worry and shock. He hadn't expected any one else to be in this wing of the library! Embarrassed, the Ellery struggled more with his demon and piped a wobbly, "Oh, Edward! Hello! Nnh...!" but his attention was quickly stolen away by Pey as the other renewed the fight. "Stop! Please!"

Pey slathered his lips with his tongue. He was hungry. The damn human hadn't let him get a drink now for an entire DAY and this was almost more than the demon could stand. He was thirsty and he was thirsty NOW and he was going to get his fill NOW, here in the library if need be!

Glancing once at the newcomer without much interest, Pey narrowed his inverted eyes, as if daring him to come closer. This was his human. Or at least...That's how HE interpreted the contract.

Surprised by the sudden arrival of Edward's Banshee, Pey reluctantly stopped pushing against Bassett and gave a cold glare in return. To Pey, this was quite absurd. He just wanted his drink, that's all, nothing more than that! Now these people had to go and make it into a big deal...Pssh... Pushing Bassett once more into the book shelf, the demon finally lowered his arms and sheathed his wicked teeth within his lips.

"You're lucky, Bassett," Pey piqued to his summoner and he folded his arms against his pale white chest in indignation.

Slinking away, Bassett stumbled towards Edward, looking rather like a child who wanted to hide behind their parent. He glanced back at Pey, gave a gulp and tried to straighten his disheveled clothes, "I apologize for this, Edward" he exhaled, "Erm...Yes, outside. Let's go outside..."

Pey, mocking Banshee behind her back, stuffed his arms around his pale chest in a huff and followed after Bassett, hungrily watching the way Bassett's neck moved, the pulse just below his ear, the twist of his wrists...And Pey couldn't help but make soft growling sounds in his throat. He was hungry, dammit.

Bassett, grateful to be in the company of someone other than his thirsty Pey, was still trying to fix his collar by the time they made it outside. Hearing the other's question, Bassett gave a meek smile and replied, "Chores for the master. He asked me to pick up some books for him," and he pointed to his satchel, "But I thought that since I was there I could pick out a book for myself as well. I had time to spare and I wanted to find something that might help me with Pey, or a book on herbs and medication and healing."

Looking at Edward hopefully, the young soldier nodded his head. He had learned things in war, roots and herbs and whatnot, but that was when he was in another country, another place. The plants here were different and Bassett didn't know much about the plants in his master's garden that he had been ordered to take care of. "It would be so helpful if you could," Bassett said, shifting the books in his own arms. He winced as some of the books grazed against his sensitive throbbing wrists.

Pey, sneering at Bassett behind the soldier's back, began to pick idly at his teeth. He still had some of Bassett's bandages stuck in his teeth. Earlier that morning, Pey was so hungry he couldn't stand it anymore and he bit the sleeping soldier's wrists without permission. The startled youth had woken up with a cry, slugged the demon in the face, thus causing Pey to swallow not only some of Bassett's blood, but his bandages as well.

"Herbs, preferably," Bassett answered, somewhat abashedly following up with a shy explanation, "I don't want my master to be suspicious. He doesn't know of the Contract." Which was true. For the past several weeks, Bassett had been hiding Pey's traces, covering up his wounds with bandages and long sleeves, sometimes even scarves. It was hard to keep up with it all, but Bassett wasn't too bad of a job with hiding his demon. "Thank you so much for doing this. When I'm done taking notes, I'll be sure to drop off the books at the daemonology shop."

Pey didn't seem bothered by the Banshee and he continued to pick at his teeth and clean his mouth. He gave her a slight glance and narrowed his brows, "What?"

Bassett looked a little concerned about keeping a woman working a little overtime, but by the way Edward was acting, it wasn't that big of a deal. So Bassett shifted the books in his arms, wiped the concern from his face and put on a grateful smile, "Thank you very much, sir. You have no idea how much that's going to help me keep myself from getting an infection or something. I should heal a lot better now."

Pey furrowed his brow in confusion at the Banshee and he moved a strand of red hair out of his black eyes, "No, I do not know. What?"

"So...What books were you looking at?" Bassett asked Edward.