In a table away from potential eavesdroppers, I decide to take an extremely rare course of action. I’ll tell him the truth. “I’m a vampire and she’s my minion. Leave, immediately, or your fate will be sealed.” We begin to brake.
“Vampires, eh? I read a book not long ago, which depicted vampires as mythological beings. Cruel they were, feeding off blood, hanging around cemeteries. Making a total nuisance of themselves. A complete bunch of nonsense, but an engaging enough sort of story. Set in a strange alternative dimension or other. Not like here, where the sad fate of the vampire is to… well, you’ve reconciled yourselves to that fate long before today, haven’t you?” He pats us each on the arm, in a gentle way that is the utter opposite of reassuring. We’ve stopped. He takes out his wallet and drops a couple of banknotes on the plastic tabletop. “Here, I accept the fate you mention, to give generously while I still can.” He shakes his head. “This will keep you going until…” He gets up in incredible haste, and I’m sure I noticed tears in his eyes.