It wasn't long before I came to the conclusion that I was hungry. I needed something to eat. Sneaking quietly, for I had no money, I crept into a local bakery at midnight. Strangely, I didn't feel tired. No one was there, and the lock was easy to pick. It looked like heaven to me: huge loaves of fluffy bread donned the counters, some hiding nuts or raisins, Danishes cuddling to each other, pastries looking cool and beautifully frosted, and doughnuts strewn haphazardly on a shelf. It looked delicious, but strangely, it didn't smell so. I ignored it and grabbed a loaf of bread. I was so hungry that I bit into it without waiting to slice it. Yuck! It was awful! I tried another, and it was worse. What was wrong with this bakery? I was so hungry…And then I smelled something else. It was amazing, mouthwatering, delectable. Perhaps the bakery had made something edible…I hopped quickly behind the counter and wandered towards the smell. It wasn't coming from a pastry, but something else…someone…I didn't pay attention. I just pounced, and drank thirstily. It wasn't until I was done that I realized what I was-what I had to be. Impossible…and in those next few days, I wished so desperately that I could sleep. But I couldn't. Because I was a…a…vampire.