Rude Awakening

Morgana's eyes flickered open as she woke slowly. A shadowy figure moved above her, and she felt something pointed touch her chest. Her eyes flashed wide open as there was a word of exclamation, and the dull smack of steel on wood as, whoever it was, drove a stake through her heart.

She looked down at the protruding six inches of ash branch.

"While I must commend you on your accuracy. I must point out a small, but crucial problem." She sat up.

"I'm not a vampire. I'm a lich. And I haven't had breakfast yet. Let alone a coffee."