Absolutely nothing to do but flip trough books after books about witches and werewolves.
I find myself laying on top of a table surrounded by dusty tomes, attempting to bring up the energy to get up.
I don't even remember how long I have been here.
I am beginning to care less and less about finding out what they are.
When I think about it I am more interested in them as people than as creatures anyways.
But right now I'd take vampire problems over teenager problems.