"Thank you, darling." I say to the barista as I get my morning coffee. It was another dreary day in Seattle, but I didn't mind. It was better that I stayed out of the sun anyways. I sit at a table, taking a sip. My stomach growls, and I'm reminded that I need to have a drink. I let out a little snarl of annoyance, wishing that I could have the power of a vampire without the obnoxious need to sink my teeth into someone's jugular.