Katelina stared at the sandwich as though it were an enemy. The limp tomato stared back from between layers of stale bread and suspicious lunchmeat. It was a clash of wills, and sadly the wilted lettuce won.

Katelina tossed the sandwich on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch with a groan. It had been three days since the vampires' underground Citadel had been attacked and the sixth floor, home to the handful of humans who lived there, had been decimated. Though many ...