"Something along those lines, yes," she said slowly. It was... exceedingly strange to run across someone who didn't seem to know what she was. "Vampires are... designed to feed on b-b-b-blood," she finally forced the word out. "This is... usually fatal to the supplier. Those of us who have taken the pledge of the Temperance League find... a substitute to focus our cravings on. Mine is coffee. Without it... I may go back to... to... the b-word."