All I wanted was a kiss... Chasing grave robbers on New Year's Eve isn't exactly a dream come true. I'd much rather be at a swanky party kissing a certain-ahem-master vampire at the stroke of midnight. Since I'm on probation for violating more than a few grim codes of conduct, however, Death has me shivering with a bunch of corpses, instead. The dead call to me, wanting to be raised for a party of their own. When...