Mark: Blood and Bread.

More and more people were coming back into the Hotel, and noticing the Elf. I just stood there, suspiciously. There was an Elf in my Hotel. And not just any Elf; a Vampire hunting Elf.

"So, um, I'm kinda hungry. What d'ya have to eat around here?" The Elf asked, peering into the kitchen.

"We have lots of stuff," I said, "blood, bread, anything a normal kitchen would have." She raised one eyebrow, "Well, at least, anything a normal Vampire kitchen would have." I corrected myself.

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