Sorry I didn't update yesterday, but here it is folks.

Dacanery stepped forward cautiously into the unlit room. He waited. Nothing happened.

Suddenly a light flicked on in front of him. It illuminated a desk, with a highly detailed map. He stepped towards the map to examine it. It was of London, every house clearly marked out. Even the outskirts of London were detailed. And underneath... Dacanery picked up a piece of paper. A file on Emily Morefield. He scanned the rest of the piles stacked on the desk neatly. More people names, and photographs. All teenagers. He flicked through the file. It was thorough, with details on every aspect of her life. Including one with information on how the person would react to receiving a note saying "I'm going to kill you."

A second light flicked on and Dacanery spun around on his feet, seeing a whole new space of the room. He put down the file and walked to the new space, as if in a trance. Shelves were illuminated in a pale glow, filled to the brim with books; large leather bound tomes sat next to squat pocket dictionary sized books, which in turn were mixed in with various assortments of thin, tall, large and brightly coloured books. Dacanery stood about a foot away from the shelves and read some of the cracked, aging spines of the books.

An expert's guide to spiders
An in-depth study of arachnids
Spiders and their use in witchcraft
Spiders: A history
Monsters throughout history: spiders

Many more similar titles littered the first three shelves. Definitely someone obsessed with spiders then. There was no dust, and everything was immaculate. Someone had been in here recently, recently as in yesterday evening, even this morning. Dacanery moved to have a better look at the fourth and fifth shelves.

Latin: the Roman language
Roman mythology
Latin through the ages
Mythology for experts: Roman
Latin and modern language

Latin dictionaries were scattered throughout the extensive collection of books. Dacanery had never seen so many books on Latin or Romans in one place. Teachers never liked the subject they taught to the extent of having books on their subject in their own secret room.

Dacanery looked to the sixth shelf, the one with the heavy leather bound tomes. His blood chilled as he read the sinister spines of the blood curdling books.

Summoning spiders
Slowing, stopping and manipulating time
Summoning demon spiders from hell
How to bind spiders to be your eternal servants
Controlling demon spiders by thought alone

All feared grimoires from history, thought to have never existed. To have been legend, myths. Well here was proof they weren't.

Dacanery then noticed the seventh shelf, the only one cast in shadows by the light. He could barely make out the titles, but by squinting he could see a few.

Sanguinem victimae aranearum
Convocatis itaque daemonium aranearum
Gebus daemonium aranearum ab inferno

Dacanery swallowed. He had never studied Latin, but guessed the titles didn't mean anything good.

A third light flicked on with a soft click. Dacanery jumped, surprised by the sudden noise. No one was there. No one was turning the lights on. The only occupant of the wall this time was only an old shelf, rickety and dilapidated with age, containing a variety of pouches, with different colours, sizes and wear.

Dacanery glanced at the floor, and almost jumped back. A huge engraved pentacle lay on the floor, like the one carved on the biggest of the grimoires carved in Latin.

But on this one the points were the points of the five pointed triangle met the outer circle there were symbols, five of them, all intricately painted. Dacanery walked closer to get a better look, being careful not to step in the pentacle. Who knew what foul sorcery would occure if dared to step a foot in the sinister painting?

Where the points of the pentacles meet the circle there were smaller, but just as foreboding paintings. Five of them, each the same size. Each as intricately drawn as the next. Dacanery walked closer to get a better look.

One that looked like fire.
One that looked like a spider.
One that looked like the devil.
One that looked like a blot of lightning
And the last... A dagger plunging into a human heart.

The floor was grey stone, and all the paintings were painted in black... Well it didn't look like paint. Dacanery kneeled down. He could see that the... Paint was black, but with streaks of red was it? Streaks of blood. The images and foul substance alone were enough to give Dacanery's nightmares. But the sight of a pentacle brought instinctual fear to rise in Dacanery. Pentacles were never good.

All of this stuff around him, this wasn't normal. But Enrico Gaast, the man who owned all of this, he was a normal Latin teacher at a high school.

Or was he?

There was no dust on any of the surfaces. It was all clean. Like it had been used recently. Like it had been used last night recently.

Enrico Gaast, he was deranged. No sane man would have anything like this in their house. Or maybe Enrico Gaast wasn't even aware of this. Maybe it was some other creepy killer, reaching this room through a secret tunnel. Dacanery doubted it though. Why go so far to frame Enrico Gaast when you could have it somewhere else? In a location nearer to where the spider killer was?

What dangerous secret was Enrico Gaast hiding?

He giant spider Dr Grigaru had been talking about-a spider creature-cropped up in medical legends. The most famous being King Arthur and the spider creature. A giant spider had been raging through villages in the north. The few sightings said it had been a giant spider who had been killing people. One winter the spider came south, and king Arthur heard of it, trying to kill it twice and only succeeding on the third attempt. The spider then transformed into a human and thanked king Arthur. The human died, and the king sent some knights in to collect the body. They were gone with the spider killer.

But that had nothing to do with Dacanery's case right? It was just a legend. A far fetched untrue legend. A story.

Dacanery heard a door open upstairs and a gust of wind run through the house. Enrico appeared in the whole in the wall. Dacanery froze, a deer in the headlights, a child caught troublemaking, somewhere he shouldn't have been.

"Detective Dacanery. Welcome to my humble abode."

"Who are you?" Dacanery demanded.

"I think what am I is a better question for you to ask."

"What are you and what is the meaning of all of this stuff here?"

"So impatient aren't we?" Gaast inspected his finger nails and Dacanery glared. "Well, just this once. My kind are the arachnidi. Or... Spider creatures as you mortals call us." His mouth twisted in disgust.

"Why do you murder people?"

"Why are you questioning me? We both know you're not going to survive this encounter. I am a spider killer. You are a mortal human."

"And you aren't mortal?"

"No, but I'm not immortal either. I live a longer life than you humans, far longer."

"How old are you?"

The killer chuckled. "About 500 years old give or take a decade. I never bother to keep track."

"Aren't giant spiders just stories, made up to have morals? They don't actually exist in real life do they?"

The spider killer looked offended and annoyed. "Legends are based off true occurrences. How would you like your very existence doubted? A long time into the future for you, perhaps 10 generations from now, maybe 5, when the living memory of you has faded from the minds of all men, how would you like your existence to be thought made up? Your life would just be a story with a moral of why no one should meddle with the supernatural, no one should meddle with things they don't understand. And an age after that, how would you like event the legend of you forgotten? To future generations you would never have existed. All the work you do in your profile life will have been meaningless. To answered your question, am I legend, spider creatures aren't legends. I am as real as you, am I not? If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?" The man chuckled. "Shakespeare. The merchant of Venice. Please forgive me for quoting it. But it is wholly accurate. Spider creatures are creatures of darkness, our existence forgotten by many, our reign of terror lost in the minds of mortal men. But just because we are forgotten doesn't make us legends detective."

"So there are... More of you?"

"Once upon an age ago there was. But now, I am the last. One by one my brethren were caught; hung, burnt or murdered. It didn't matter. They were picked off like vermin. Until there was just me left."

"Is there a chance you'll let me go if I don't arrest you?" Dacanery said, a low feeling of despair settling in his stomach. He didn't know what the hell was going on and wanted to get out of here and go back to his world of kidnappers and murderers were spider creatures didn't exist and he wasn't having philosophical arguements in a secret room with a deranged man claiming to be able to turn into a spider.

"Not a chance detective, not a chance in hell. You see, you are the kind of person who cannot leave a mystery unsolved. A killer uncaught. And the mystery of the spider killer is the biggest mystery you've ever faced. You wouldn't be able to deal with only knowing this version of the truth. You would need a different version, one that made sense to your human brain. Well here's the catch. Everything I've told you is true. Spider creatures do exist. I can transform into a spider. And in a few minutes I will transform into a giant spider and kill you. And if I let you go you'll return with a bigger force next time, to capture me once and for all and end this, as you would call it, madness."

"The police know I'm here. They'll come for me."

"No, they won't. They see you as a maverick, someone who can take control over anything, someone who doesn't need or want back up. And besides, you're forgetting one key point Dacanery. You forgot to tell the rest of the force were you went."

All of the hope faded from Dacanery. This killer was delusional and deranged. But all the things he was saying made sense.

"But Tern'll be able to tell them, then they'll all come here."

Enrico Gaast looked Dacanery in the eye with the look of a predator, like he was the hunter and Dacanery was falling into his trap.

"I've had way longer than you to plan this. I know who you would come here with before you even decided to come here. As for Tern, well, he's under my control. Tern can just say that Snake went after you three, and attacked you all, and knocked Tern unconscious. He could wake up a few hours later and find you and Cliff dead. Because at any moment I can have the order and Snake will be released. The order for the pitiful amount of evidence you collected to be destroyed. Just like I had Dr Grigaru's evidence destroyed."

"That was you?"

"Who else? Of course it was me. Well, I gave the order. My man on the inside who's name shall remain a secret destroyed the evidence."

"Wh-"

"Enough of this idle, meaningless conversation. You think you can buy time? You can't. Every victim I have ever killed has tried to stop me from killing them. Enough of this pointless deviating. You cannot buy enough time to save you."

Dacanery had had a small feeling unease growing in his gut throughout the conversation. Like he was being watched. The feeling grew till he almost sensed small presences around him, millions of all shapes and sizes. Spiders he realised with a shudder. A whole army of spiders. He looked at Enrico Gaast and with a shudder that ran down his spine he realised that the madman was transforming into a spider. A giant spider, that could not exist. And then he was no longer Enrico Gaast but a giant, angry, chittering spider.

Dacanery heard the scuttling of spiders, the click clack of their feet everywhere. The giant spider that had once been Enrico Gaast approached Dacanery and whispered in a voice that made even the darkest shadows hide, "Goodbye, detective Dacanery.". The giant spider leaped with surprising agility and knocked Dacanery down to the ground. Dacanery felt two searing pricks of pain and then pain filled his world of oblivion...

Hey, Armageddon here.

Should I do a full length version of the legend? I've made the legend up for purposes of this book, so it's completely and utterly a story.

Oh, and what do you thinks going to happen to Dacanery? Is he going to die like all the rest of the victims?

Or is he going to be immune to the spider and live?

I'm only vaguely sure on the idea myself so, if anyone has any interesting ideas, feel free to comment.

Bye.