The library was probably a good place to look for her book. In a way, she was kind of glad that it was obscure. People didn't recognize her like the poor kids from Harry Potter got recognized. She couldn't imagine if so many people she didn't know, knew who she were. And especially know her entire life story.
When the door opened, a familiar feeling washed over Jaz. There was a vampire near. The sense was almost default for her since she'd ended up in this place, but this time, it was stronger. Which meant the vampire was closer. She didn't get the 'cruel, malicious' feeling she got from the mob vamps back home, though, so her stance didn't go defensive as it might have been wise for it to. Her calm still in place, she walked up to the computer to see if her book was in here, when her eyes were almost drawn to the corner of the room where a young (or young looking, she now knew) vampire sat, reading. She was about five-and-a-half centuries old. And seemed nice enough. Jaz wondered if the vampire could sense her. Sometimes her ability worked in reverse order like that.
Being an ahvar - a 'good-intentioned vampire' protector - back at home had its advantages. If a vampire had cruel intentions, they'd more often than not just up and attack. And while Jaz was more than capable of defending herself, she didn't want to have to do that unless it was absolutely necessary. There had been no attack yet, so either the vampire couldn't sense her, or she wasn't malicious.