Vampire. Ever. @page { margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-top: 5pt } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; src: url(fonts/CharisSILR.ttf) } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; src: url(fonts/CharisSILB.ttf) } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; src: url(fonts/CharisSILI.ttf) } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; src: url(fonts/CharisSILBI.ttf) } fourteen I banged through our back door and threw my backpack down on the kitchen linoleum. I shoved my hand into the drawer where my mother stored our few kitchen implements and felt around for anything sharp. Nothing. Fine. I grabbed a spoon, flung open the freezer door, snatched the plastic zipper bag containing my supply of rare Bombay blood and slammed it down on the counter. I opened the bag and jabbed sharply at the icy red mass until a baseball-size chunk flew off and skittered into the sink.