It was two days before Valentine's Day, and the chocolate shop was packed with last-minute shoppers, even into the evening. Joscelin liked this; it was far easier for him to blend in. Like all children, even undead ones, he had an overwhelming fondness for sweets and the free samples were simply too tempting to pass up. He took the chocolate from the human in front--an American, how quaint--and popped it into his mouth with obvious pleasure. Rich, very rich. Rich enough to flavor the blood.

The thought of blood made his stomach rumble. It'd been days since he'd gotten any good stuff. His last meal had been someone's darling purse-canine, too small and too animal to sate him for long. Life without a consistent bloodbag was tough indeed.

Without realizing it, Joss found himself staring at the vein on the American's neck, licking his lips with anticipation.