Vampire Cafe Novels & Stories

"Do you want something to drink ... or eat?" "No. I don't eat or drink." "Mmm. Are you sure? Let me ask you a question. Exactly how long have you been a Vampire?" "Why?" I asked. "Well, I never met a real Vampire, but I thought they were all scary and evil. You kinda remind me of a lady who works in my office. Cherie. She can be scary, though. But in a Don't-Get-In-My-Face-Whiteboy way. Not in an I'm-A-Bloodsucking-Fiend way. No offense."

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

#THE SPLENDID CAFE, LA# Inside the cafe, Veronica could be seen as she disguises herself in black sweatpants and a white bear hoodie with her black face cap. She hadn't come there to have a coffee, but to have a private discussion with the killer she hired online. Someone might be following her, and she doesn't want to make her movements suspicious. After waiting for him for what seemed like forever, a guy suddenly stepped into the cafe. There were not many people in the cafe, and with Veronica's description, he was able to locate her table easily. “Hey, you took so long,” Veronica complained as she rolled her eyes at him.

The place seemed to serve blood alongside a regular meal. Nevea entered the cafe, and instantly, the smell of freshly cooked toast and a cup of coffee mixed with blood was so thick in the air. She inhaled deeply and strangely found the mixture of the aroma pleasing. She went to the counter and placed her order, then went straight to sit beside a table of four people that she noticed were taken by two vampires and two humans. "Have you heard about the project to turn humans into vampires?" The human with a skinny body asked. Nevea would remember him as human number one.

Newborn or not, he didn’t look lost and he didn’t look wild, he looked in control… too in control. I frowned. That wasn’t normal, newborns were sloppy… messy, unhinged and starving but this one… this one sat there like he owned the place with hands folded on the table as still as stone and the more I thought of it the more strange it seemed. What the hell was a vampire doing in a cafe anyway?! My chest tightened and one name came to mind. Lucien.

She didn’t know if she believed in them, but hey, she would try. The upper level of the club, which ran as a café during the day, would be a fancy place to eat if people so choose to do so. It would be a great place for vampires to meet to talk about their lives. A safe place for those who wanted to be out and not fight their way in or out of the building. The house could give a place for vampires that stayed a little too late, a place to stay during the daylight hours. Most vampires didn’t stay in coffins if they had the windows treated. Large beds had been placed in each room, along with a mini fridge and a microwave. Most vampires liked their blood warmed a little before they drank it.

She asked, letting it settle into her mind, "As in you're the first Vampire?" "The original, yes. There are many with my blood in them, though by now I'm sure it's deluted enough." He let out a sigh. They walked up to a cafe where people gathered outside with their hot drinks. Willow stopped as she gazed through the window when an older man and woman stopped as they were getting ready to pass by. "Young love." The old man chuckled.

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

“Thanks.” Something inside of me just doesn’t feel right with Sabastian. Slipping off to Hildi’s shop, I stand outside of the front door and call, “Sabastian, I need you.” And I wait. Hungry and tired, I know if those were the only two reasons, he would come. He will be here, I think to myself. When five minutes have passed, Hildi exit’s the shop. “Everything Ok, dear?” Her worried tone is evident. “I have a bit of a coffee addiction, and I was trying to decide if I truly needed a cup this late at night or not.” I lie. She doesn’t need to know that I think we have a rogue vampire on our hands. “I make decaf; never too late for coffee if you have a cup of decaf.” “Ok, sold. I will take a cup.

I got myself down to the hall in my gray jockers and white tight Armani T-shirt. As I got there, I found the dining table all empty, I mean it used to be empty mostly but one of the seats was always reserved by Debra which was not occupied. Maybe I got here earlier today so she was not here yet. My breakfast was set at the table with the glass of milk. I could eat or drink anything like a human except the garlic. We, the Vampires don't like garlic at all as it did something allergic effect on our body so we usually avoid garlic in our life.