“Vampires change humans, but humans change vampires,” said the vampire.
The human frowned. “Like - into humans?”
“No, no, it’s like - it’s like the sunlight thing. One day we’re fine with sunlight, and then the next day you go, ‘You know what, we’re changing the rules, now sunlight makes you burst into flames and die.’ Half of us were wiped out because we didn’t get the memo, and the other half had to go underground.”
“We never-”
“You did,” said the vampire. “Ever since Nosferatu came out, humans have known that sunlight kills vampires. It never did before, but it always has ever since.”
“Because of a movie?”
“Because of stories. That’s your part of the power. Humans tell stories to change the world around them. You don’t know you’re doing it most of the time, but whenever we get too big, you change the rules and make us start from scratch.”
“So you get super-strength, shapeshifting, flight, mind-control, and an unending bloodlust-”
“And you get to be the kid on the playground who says he has an ‘everything-proof-shield.’”
“I still think you have the better end of the deal here.”
“We really don’t. Now let me in.”
“No.”
