Missing You

Viola sat in the coffee shop, staring at the swirling mixture of cream and coffee before her. The white cream used to be her favorite part; as a child, would dip her fingers in it despite her mother's protests. Now, the cup had become a disgusting reminder of what it was like to be human.

Someone had mentioned Ethon's fondness for human food before, a habit she could never understand. Blood was her only poison and, now, she was on the hunt. Sitting innocently alone made her a prime target for men.

Little did they know, she was actually the one on the hunt.