Long Days, Small Nights

"The days are longer now," She had to admit, as she stared at the sunset from the window of her abode, "Less time to hunt,"
"Less time for us to really live," Her lover responded, also looking at the blue dimming sky.
"You promised me, we'd have time for blood," She persisted, hissing at him with her sharp fangs.
"I promised you many things... for eternality,"
"So when can we feast?" She demanded.
After another hour the sun had set and night had come.
"Now," He said, spreading his vampire wings like her, "Dinner is served,"
Their taste for blood.