"Possible," he corrected. He thought for a moment then asked, "What color are her eyes?"
"Green, why?" I asked, stopping short when I realized that what he was saying was true. "Oh."
Lance nodded, forcing a smile. "You really need to go talk to her."
I nodded, knowing that he was right. After all, I couldn't go to a regular doctor, could I? "What do you think is wrong?"
"Well, I can't be sure, but it sounds like you might be with child."
"With child?" I asked in disbelief. "Pregnant? No way!"
"What are your symptoms?" Lance asked calmly. "Besides craving blood."
"Oh, my God!" I said, unable to believe what I was hearing. "I've been tired a lot lately, cold sweats, nausea, vomiting, and my stomach has a little pooch. It was always flat before. How could this have happened?" Then, a t
