Midnight Delight

Call me Contessa. Forget my name, you couldn't pronounce it. I'm a professional chef--actually, I'm the LeBron James of chefs. Bobby Flay, Gordon Ramsay even Julia Childs have all been my students, and that's just naming a few. I've probably forgotten more about the culinary arts than any chef alive has learned. I was in the thick of things when today's conventional culinary techniques were first being tried. I even invented a few. How can that be? You see I was born in Genoa, Italy...
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Call me Contessa. Forget my name, you couldn't pronounce it. I'm a professional chef--actually, I'm the LeBron James of chefs. Bobby Flay, Gordon Ramsay even Julia Childs have all been my students, and that's just naming a few. I've probably forgotten more about the culinary arts than any chef alive has learned. I was in the thick of things when today's conventional culinary techniques were first being tried. I even invented a few. How can that be? You see I was born in Genoa, Italy in the year of our Lord 1642. That's right. I'm an Eternal, a creature of darkness, a vampire...and I'm obsessed by what I cannot eat. Food. In fact, I'm the star of my very own cooking show on the Foodie Network. My dream job. Where I get to create the recipes I adore and share them with my audience and one lucky dinner guest. Which is where my troubles began. And will end. When I was caught partaking the red jungle juice from the neck of my dinner date, I was threatened, attacked with Holy water, and finally blackmailed by my mild-mannered joke of an Associate Producer. Who, as it turns out, isn't so mild-mannered. Now I have to choose one of two options: turn her into a child of darkness or risk exposure to the human world. I'm thinking there's a third option.