When all the guests arrived, Professor Pops welcomed everyone and asked that we all take our seats.
The waiters sprang to life, and dinner was served: chicken cordon bleu with steamed baby potatoes and asparagus spears topped with a creamy hollandaise sauce. Everyone commented on how amazing it tasted.
Several times, as I popped a tiny bite of potato or asparagus - yeah, I still didn't eat the meat - into my mouth and forced it down, I longed for the food in Sharra: the food explicitly made for vampires, the food that tasted like blood with a hint of whatever fruit or vegetable or meat it was.
Dessert would be my cake, later tonight. It sat on a decorated table beside all of my presents.
The cake stood tall. Five layers of red velvet covered in red fondant. The black frosting was pi
