"Wow," I uttered.
"Exactly. Inside this book is everything you'll ever want to know about fairies, including the Downy fairy." He motioned around the room. "Under or beside each creature is a book that will teach you what you need to know, plus how to kill them.
I couldn't help the shiver that ran the length of my body. I didn't want to kill anything.
"But some creatures are good, right?" I asked, nervous.
"Every creature can be good or evil. Just like with humans, they have their freedom to choose."
"Got it." But it was creepy. At least a dozen make-believe creatures were enclosed in glass, on pedestals, or standing. There was a werewolf, a little sprite, a large troll, a black unicorn, and an enormous dragon. All of them intriguing, and I wanted to study them. Most compelling was a very human looking guy with glowing red eyes.
"A Hunter," I said, enthralled.
"That's right," Professor Pops agreed, placing the leather book back in the drawer under the Downy fairy. "Follow me," he said, moving over to another door, and unlocking it. He went inside. It was small compared to the room we'd come from. Filled with weapons. Professor Pops walked over to a pointy wooden stake. "You mentioned staking a vampire."
He picked the stick up and handed it to me. It was heavier than I imagined.
"Yes. Just jab it in the heart, right?"
Professor Pops chortled. "These work if you have the element of surprise, or if you're skilled at hand to hand combat. But, tell me, could you stake Christopher?" His face was serious.
The idea repulsed me. I'd sooner stake myself. That shocked me. "N-No," I said, as comprehension filled my mind. "Are you saying he's got me under a spell, or something?" Irritation started to build, but I pushed it down. Professor Pops had said Christopher was a master manipulator.
"It's what I would've done." Professor Pops took a long, thin sword from where it sat on the wall. He pulled off its sheath, revealing its glimmering metal. Even from a few feet away, it looked sharp.
I stepped toward him and the sword. "So, how do I kill vampires?" I honestly didn't think I'd be able to do it, but we were in the weapons room. It seemed he wanted to share.
"Hopefully you won't ever have to. But a male vampire, must lose his head to be killed." He placed the knife at his neck. A sliver of blood trickled. When he moved it away, the slight cut healed instantaneously.
"And a Worker?" I asked.
"Females can be killed two ways. By a stake to the heart, or the sun. Like I said though, they normally don't leave the hive."
"Wait, so what happens if her head is cut off?" I imagined a writhing body searching for its head.
"The body will find its head, and it can be reattached." He shrugged. "It's rather disgusting to watch, but a fact, nonetheless."
"Yeah, that's icky." I stepped away, heading over to the stake. "What about a Hunter?"
He brought up his pointer finger, and shook. "Hunters are more difficult because they possess a portion of the Queen's magic, which protects them from the sun, and gives them the power of persuasion."
"Great," I mumbled.
"The only way to kill a Hunter is by removing his heart. It beats thanks to the Queen's magic, so it must be cut from the body, and separated from the other organs."
"That's gross," I muttered.
"It is, truly. And once the Queen has marked him, she gives him a portion of her magic. That allows him to walk in the light, to change the color of his eyes, even shift his appearance slightly."
"Wow. Can the Queen be eliminated by sunlight?"
"No. Her magic protects her."
I took a deep breath. "How can she be killed then?"
"If you can get through the fifty-thousand Workers, and the five thousand drones..." He trailed off. "Honestly, we aren't sure, but we believe she can be killed during the moments she's shedding her old body, and claiming the new one. We think that's when she's at her most vulnerable."
"You think? You believe? I must say, Professor, I'm not filled with confidence. I have one chance in fifty-five thousand. Those odds are seriously stacked. And not in my favor." I walked over to a gun. It appeared to be made of solid silver. "For werewolves," I asked, changing the subject as I wrapped my brain around what I was up against.
He shook his head, placing the sword back on the wall, and picking up the gun. "This is for unicorns. A shot between the eyes will kill it."
"I didn't realize unicorns were hard to kill," I said, taking a step back.
"Unicorns are magical creatures, Snow. They can't die easily. There aren't many of them left, and most are in the service of the Vampire Queen."
My throat went dry. "But they don't want me dead, right? If they work for her, then they'll want to keep my body safe."
"That isn't necessarily true. We've heard rumors of dissentions within her hive. Some believe the Queen is too old, and should step down. Others have stolen magic from other creatures, and are trying to usurp her. Many believe if all of the Marked, and Chosen are killed off, she'll die." He set the gun down, and crossed his arms.
"Is that true? Would she die?" I walked over to some miscellaneous weapons. A club, an axe, smaller knives, a spiky looking ball with a chain attached to the end.
"In theory, yes, she would die."
"Couldn't she take any body? Why does it have to be the fairest? If it came down to it, if she has the magic, couldn't she use a dog, or a bee, or any living thing as her host?"
I turned when he didn't respond right away.
He appeared thoughtful. "Technically, yes, she could, but she's grown accustomed to humans. And in choosing an animal or an insect she would lose the power she so desperately demands. In the time I spent in her service, her hunger for power was quite apparent. I believe she'd rather die than be diminished to something other than what she is, what she's become."
"Okay, so say those who want her power do kill all of the Marked, and the Chosen, can't the Hunters mark more?"
"Of course, but they have chosen the best of the best in this generation. If she has to choose a lesser human, her power will diminish. It isn't only about what's appealing on the outside. Just as important is what's on the inside. The purer the person's soul, the better."