Hunger

         The tall man looked at me. His expression was odd. "Are you all right?" he asked.

         "Yes, of course," I said haughtily, pulling away.

         "You seem pale," he offered. His eyes gleamed.

         I stabbed him with my glance. "I'm a vampire," I lied, "and I'm hungry."

         His pointy teeth glistened as he smiled.

         "Me, too!"