It was usually the opposite

Both young men's waves of laughter brought harmony to the quiet night. The night sky they were staring at sparkled with a thousand glorious lights.

"How glorious," the young Abel, lying flat on his back on the vast green within the royal palace, grinned from ear to ear. "I can lie down here for days and stare at it."

"Pfft —" Maximus chuckled, glancing at the young man beside him. "How is that possible? The night only lasts for a few hours."

He slowly set his eyes on the sky, smiling. "Then comes the day. Do you know we vampires once couldn't stand under the sun?"

"Isn't that the reason we are fond of the night?" Abel also set his eyes on the sky. "Sun took away our freedom, but then, the night give it back."