Meals on Wheels

Not by the (nonexistent) hair on her chinny-chin-chin...

Meg Turner, vampire, accountant, ruler of her own small territory. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Not if you ask her, it doesn't. Because the world's going mad, the idiot mortals in charge are forcibly shutting down the economy without the understanding that it won't start up again as easy as it's going down, nor that it's creating a nasty blood shortage for hospitals, much less vampires.

Even better, the head of her line is invading her dreams again, and teaching her history of all things. And teaching her about the laws, and why they're there. It's not just to avoid being noticed by humans capable of staking, beheading, and burning vampires during daylight hours-a vampire that breaks fundamental laws turns into something worse than a vampire.

And she's got a bunch of those knocking at her border, wanting to come in. Worse yet, they're sending their day-help into her territory to kidnap their meals, and they keep mistaking her for prey. And leaving their discarded empties in her territory to make it look like she's draining humans without concern for the laws.

This really isn't looking good, and it's really not safe for her still-living friends and family.