"But master," said the younger, "why are we here? Why do we not stalk the night for prey?"
"Stay yourself, and listen. We cannot always fly through the shadows on gossamer wings. Sometimes we must sit in the fluorescent lights and await our order."
The fledgling fidgeted anxiously, his sturdy plastic chair swiveling easily right and left. His companion, a man possessing a face visibly no older than his, but with a dignified air suggesting the wisdom of the very old, continued.
"Now hearken to my lessons. On the nights when blood is scarce, when we must arouse no suspicion, you and I and all our ilk must do this. We are known and welcome here. They understand our needs. For, you see, the McMuffin is the only thing that can sustain us."
"What?"
"I know, it coems as a shock, but pay attention. Look here. This english muffin, lightly dusted with flour, do you not see the give, pliant like the flesh? and warm just the same. And contained within, the egg, all the stuff of life, in solid and consumable form."
"And the cheese?"
The ancient one raised an eyebrow. "I like cheese," he replied. "Always remember. When the sunrise draws near, when the dark thirst overcomes you, you must seek refuge in the home of the great Yellow Lord. He of the white face, with hair as blood, and the largest of shoes."
"But master," implored the newly-created blood drinker, "why do we debase ourselves so? Why not bare fang and take the cashier? Or the fry cook? Or even that simpleton who sweeps the floors?"
"Hush, child! Lower your voice! Never underestimate the power of the Night Manager."
"I don't understand any of this."
"I know, my young one, my beautiful one. Simply trust in me. All things will be made clear in time, and you have much to learn."
"Shall I order a hashbrown?"
"Good God no. Those things'll kill you."

Bahahahahaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that was soooo goood!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Meh heh heh...excellent.

Spike, that rocked!!!

Now do a story involving werewolves in a denny's

i was waiting for the bus, reading anne rice, holding a mcmuffin in my pale, thin fingers, and i was inspired.

Shoot.....now I'm all hungry.

Excellent work though.

So that's where they hang... I thought the place was evil.