zombie or vampire?

Ysa was sleeping in the bed with us the other night, and she had been rather restless because she had the croup.

Finally, I had dropped into a deep sleep after several false starts. I was awakened abruptly and unpleasantly by a sharp pain in my shoulder, looked over and realized Ysa was biting me, much like you would chomp into a crisp, juicy apple. I jerked away, yelling something unintelligible then realized she wasn't even awake. Which is actually comforting. If she was dreaming of eating, that's one thing but if she was just hungry in the middle of the night and thought Mama looked tasty, well that's just unacceptable.

I have a lovely purple bruise on the top of my shoulder.