So That's How They Can Stay Up All Night

“God, Abelard, you look like death tonight!” said Mercano as his friend sat in an empty chair next to him in the after-hours café.

“Well, I am a Dark Lord of the Night…” said Abelard, with a slight smile, revealing his fangs.

“Yeah, but still, you look terrible! What happened?”

“Long day. Need coffee. Where’s that waitress with my espresso?” said Abelard, looking over his shoulder at the barista behind the counter.

“Does coffee do anything for you? I mean, what with you being a vampire and all.”

“Oh yes. Coffee and blood. Those are the only two things vampires need.”