Five Layers Of Red

When all the guests arrived, Professor Pops welcomed everyone and asked that we all take our seats.

The waiters sprang to life, and dinner was served: chicken cordon bleu with steamed baby potatoes and asparagus spears topped with a creamy hollandaise sauce. Everyone commented on how amazing it tasted.

Several times, as I popped a tiny bite of potato or asparagus - yeah, I still didn't eat the meat - into my mouth and forced it down, I longed for the food in Sharra: the food explicitly made for vampires, the food that tasted like blood with a hint of whatever fruit or vegetable or meat it was.

Dessert would be my cake, later tonight. It sat on a decorated table beside all of my presents.

The cake stood tall. Five layers of red velvet covered in red fondant. The black frosting was piped over the top in intricate swirling designs.

White flowers, which looked a lot like snowflakes, were placed methodically in groups of three and five.

On the top layer stood a girl in a red dress hold