The Librarian only smiled at Adam; a small, knowing, sort of smile. The kind of smile that faded quicker than fog under a morning sun, or in this case, under the passions of the teenagers before him. Of Blaine's device, he nodded, quietly. Thoughtfully. "Yes, I am aware, and confess to being the reason some of the books that have ended up in the Magic Cauldron have ended up there. I do live in one of the flats above the shopping center it is located in, I see who comes and goes. It's a very choice spot for people watching, my new home. My kudos on such a nifty tool; you may have to let me study it and compare it to the tools of my Order." 

There was no smile accompanying the fun fact; mostly from the weight of what followed. "I help in ways you may not realize, Casey, but have decided since last night that, frankly, I need to do more. Concerning last night specifically...I was not in that room when you were there, but I was in the area. I was outside, as a matter of fact, watching the vampire 'spotters' outside the building. I had been following them all night, curious as to vampires with advanced recording equipment. I did not go in because my orders are to assist the Slayer, not die trying to save all of you. While I cannot speak for said Slayer, I am all but sure, Victoria, that she was in fact following your group. Either by natural sense or supernatural sense, I think she knew the vampires were up to something, and once she realized what that something was she went into full action mode. My theory seems supported by the fact that she used to same sense to track all of you down just now; she's just too embarrassed, or too shy, or too unsure to come in and greet all of you. 'Awkward', as your generation is so fond of saying."

The arms of his glasses were folded, neatly, and carefully placed in his shirt pocket as his eyes strayed toward the ceiling, his mind entering the realm of theory and careful thought. "My reasons for this are, for starters, she has been in town for just over a week. Yet she has killed no vampires up to last night. It's impossible to say whether she went out knowing she'd end up in a rescue, but that fact coupled with the fact that she went into that building sprinting and leaping; rather reminded me of a firefighter leaping into a burning building. I grant you her methods are militant, yet on the spectrum of Slayers she's actually rather moderate, terrifying as that thought may be for you." 

His eyes snapped back, specifically back to Adam. "No, is the short answer, I have no control or power over the Slayer. That does not mean I believe her relocating here to be an accident, but there are greater forces at work here than my order and vampires, I firmly believe. She has an important role to play here, as I now believe after last night do all of you. As for what I know..."

Ash Pierce sighed, gently, and leaned forward in his chair. To the edge of his seat, hands clasping together noiselessly in front of him, elbows resting on his thighs. "The relationship of Slayer and Watcher has been, historically, mentor and guide to mentee and guided. One of my order found her in the Washington D.C. area; he broke protocol and never reported it. We had little idea she even existed until his death, upon which, as far as we can tell, associates of his released information and reports he'd been collecting since discovering her to us after not hearing from him for forty-eight hours. She was hunted by vampires wanting a Slayer scalp 'trophy' before she even really knew what she was." 

His grey-blue eyes flickered to Victoria, circling back to an earlier point: "That savage, militant, style of hers? Her father is a special operator within the U.S. Army, we believe he or one of his coworkers has provided her training without realizing just who, and what, they were training. Eventually the man from my order won her confidence and began to teach and to train her properly, but it was short lived: another rather well known vampire with a reputation of killing those who kill vampires, one who had killed Slayers in the past, found her. The man from my order was killed, and we do not yet know how exactly she survived, let alone defeated, this infamous vampire. Shortly after she moved here when her father took retirement orders to command the nearby Army training base. Far as our government contacts can tell us, he traded in a career to give his daughter a home after his wife, her mother, died of cancer in D.C."

"Now," the Librarian hesitated, briefly, "what you faced last night. As bad as the infamous vampire Slayer killer this girl survived in D.C. was, the vampire we believe has come to this town is much, much, more dangerous. In life he was a hunter/survivalist in the mountains of West Virginia who became a commander of a guerrilla force for the Rebellion in the Civil War. He is no stranger to blood and death, no stranger to survival and strategy. After the war we know he became a crusading outlaw in the South, and was embraced by a vampire. Though he lost his soul, he remained the cunning killer and hunter in his afterlife. He is large, he has a commanding presence, and unlike many vampires he enlists humans into whatever scheme or plan he has. Young vampires like the ones he used to set the trap from last night will flock to him. He will outfox you, out think you, and if none of that works he simply try to crush your spirit and rip your beating heart from your chest--if any of this scares you, it should. And if it doesn't, you're insane, suicidal, or both."

Leaned in as he already was, his eyes made sure to ping each set of eyes in the room. Every one of them. "This. Creature. Is. Dangerous. One of the most dangerous vampires my order has ever come across. We know him only as 'Crowe', we do not know where he is exactly, though likely he is underground, maybe inside the town limits, maybe just outside. So I come to all of you because I feel like I must; because you need my help, and because [b]WE[/b] need her help. If Crowe is here, he is up to something. And it's something big."

A deep breath, a slow melt back into his seat, a look at the clock hanging on the wall, and then: "Questions?"