The following day there is: school!
Sadde and Willow are already there, sitting on a bench chatting.
"Okay!" says Eva. "So, Norma, ready to go to the morgue with me and Theo and stab a corpse with that lovely iron blade?" Eyeroll.
"Of course, dear. I will need you to lead the way, I can't say I know out of hand where the morgue is."
"I'm not totally sure where it is but I think I know approximately where it is…?"
So off they go!
… And shortly enough, they arrive! Norma might need to pick the lock to get them in.
She does exactly that! And then they're in the morgue, and the librarian's body is there.
It came from behind them, where a very naked man with a very distorted face is looking at them like they're food.
"Oh, good, your first live vampire, I hope you brought your stake," Norma says lightly.
Eva doesn't seem to need it. She has the crucifix one from earlier, which she takes out.
"What if it's a nice one?" she asks, doubting that there's actually any chance of that.
It seems to decide to prove to Eva it's not by lunging at the older lady, probably the frailest of them. She sidesteps it quite neatly, without breaking a sweat, in carefully efficient movements.
It can have a stake then! She lunges for it herself and tries to stab it through the heart.
Assuming she gets it, she pulls the stake back out before it dusts.
Theo tries to keep out of the way of Eva. In the way of the vampire attacking Norma, though – he can be a nice, friendly, protective meatshield.
(Eugh.)
Eva is in fact a lot nimbler, stronger, and more agile than she remembers being, now that she's bothering to try using that. So much so that she actually misses her target, who spins around and tries attacking Norma again, who dodges as easily as before. "New vampires tend to not be very smart, and not know how to efficiently use their newfound abilities. More or less like you."
"Excuse me, lady, I resent that!" the vampire says.
And then Eva will have hopefully slightly recalibrated her handle on her agility and will be able to stab the vampire this time.
Now she gets it, and it's dust, with a ghastly sound like a muffled, distant scream or sigh.
"Not bad."
"Thanks," she says, looking at her hand and the stake in slight disgust. Or sadness.