[As luck would have it, Anita's never had to be particularly secretive about what it is she does. One of the very few perks of living in a world where not only is the existence of monsters general knowledge, but vampires are legal citizens.]

You know. Like some kind of psychic or maybe a vampire or something that inherited a really weird gift from its line.

[There are all kinds of whacked-out vampire powers out there, but she has to admit, as dangerous as pyromancy is, she'd rather deal with another pyro-vamp than the kind that can rot themselves at will.

God. She didn't eat for two days after seeing that little sideshow.]