The vampire sharpened his teeth with a nail file as he waited.
A knock on the door.
“Your Bloody Mary, sir,” the bellboy said.
The vampire dragged him inside and pounced, but his teeth chipped on silver.
The boy grinned. “Sorry, sir. You old-timers are so predictable.” He sighed. “Did you have to break the glass? Tomato juice is hard to get out of the carpet.”’
The vampire blushed a pale pink.
“Perhaps a carafe of pig’s blood? You need only ask, sir.”
The vampire mumbled something and shoved a fifty in the boy’s hand.
Room service was so expensive.
Author’s Note: You lose enough bellboys, you start to wonder.
I like this piece. Vampires are most powerful when they are largely unknown. A society where they were known would quickly adapt.