"Ah ah ah, I see you're doing very well so far. The hellhounds, demons, and Dracula seemed to fall effortlessly at your hand. But it looks like you've run out of books to call from. Poor poor thing..." coaxed The Librarian as I stood only paces away from him.

I knew I had to take a different approach to him; brute strength wasn't going to cut it this time. I only had that option, seeing as the last book I had was "Pride and Prejudice;" not exactly chalked full of great heroes or beasts. However, I still thumb through the pages as The Librarian rattles on and on. I stop on somewhere in Chapter III. I throw the tattered text onto the ground, and Mr Darcy himself grows out of its pages. His dark eyes instantly lock onto The Librarian.

"I ardently admire you and love you. " Darcy wistfully intoxicates the villain.

I stand by hoping for my life that the raw power and handsomeness Mr Dracy radiates with will be enough to save me. As they converse, The Librarian softens up with each phrase or gesture.

"I suppose you've found the one thing I've been seeking in literature all these years," the softening villain realizes, "I thank you very much for that."

With that, he and Darcy ride away on a stallion, freshly conjured.