Author Of Interview With The Vampire Novels & Stories

He said between gritted teeth. "I am new here. I was brought here yesterday night as a prisoner." I answered. "Oh, okay then..... Why does every where smell so tasty." He said as he sniffed the air around me. "I don't smell anything." I said also sniffed the air. "You are human right?." He asked me "Yes." I said as I moved back wards in case he was a vampire. "Did you put your blood into a book to read ?." He asked "Yes, just to know about vampires who are Vegetarian's."

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

he asks me gently. My eyes fill with tears and I try to swallow the lump in my throat. “Did he reject you?” Rich asks me incredulously. I shake my head. “No. He’s….” I look up, seeing Rich’s intent gaze on me. “He’s a vampire.” Rich’s head jerks back slightly and then he whistles low. He gets up, going to get the bottle of bourbon and pours me another glass. “Tell me what happened. How did you meet?” he asks.

He was abruptly interrupted. "I know what a parapsychologist is, thank you. The study of the unknown," Vivian interjected, displaying her knowledge. The British man smiled, his eyes fixed on Vivian. "Of course you do. Well, you see, I believe so much in the existence of the supernatural world and its incredible creatures like werewolves and vampires. But I haven't been fortunate enough to come across one before. Anyone who has encountered them must be really special," he said, his voice filled with longing.

He had withdrawn his fangs at the first taste of her grafhym-tainted blood, but maybe a bit of his vampire essence had seeped into her, causing a part of her to want to roam the darkness, rather than sleeping soundly through the night. The idea seemed far-fetched, but was it any more unbelievable than being bitten by a vampire in the first place? She could ask Rave about it; maybe he would have some idea whether it could be true. And maybe she could ask Dr. Clerval, her Vampire Science professor. He knew more about vampires than any human she knew. If she ever saw Stefan again, she could ask him, too. Who would know more about this than a vampire?

he asked. “That I can’t say. i don’t even know why I’m telling you this but you better not tell anyone if you want to see tomorrow” I scolded jokingly “wow, this is a lot to take in” “i know, let us just change this topic” “okay, I have another question. This might sound weird but how did it feel to be a vampire” Corvan asked. well i did not expect this question. “hmmm...apart from the fact that I'm pale, really thirsty for blood all the time and hate the smell of wolfs I'm normal” i replied.”and your blood smells really good, you're lucky I've had dinner if not i can't guarantee your safety”

the person there asked, shocked. Before Danny could say anything the door opened and Jamima stepped in. From her presence, it was difficult to tell if she was a vampire or werewolf. "Why? Can't a woman attack them or is there something else I'm not aware of?" Jamima said sitting beside Danny. "This lovely lady is...?" the person asked looking towards Danny. "She's Jamima, and Jamima he's Mr. Chester from hunter organization. The one you asked me to cooperate with." "Hello, Mr. Chester! Nice to meet you," Jamima said smiling but her smile was nothing but stern and cold to that can give chills down the spine easily.

I still breathed heavily, taking her in. “She's beautiful indeed.” I smiled, admiring the statue one more time, before my focus landed on her. “Oh, my name is Kyle.” She stretches her hand for a handshake, which I receive, introducing myself in return. “You must be a visitor?” “Yeah, I came with my friend.” Friend? What about destiny? We started walking down the hallway as we conversed. “So what is it like being a vampire?” she is hesitant. “It is too dark for me, especially for someone like me who prefers the opposite.”

The interviewer ignored her hand and just shuffled the papers in front of him. "Sit," said the man. Flora withdrew her hand and sat in front of the table. She waited as the man went over her resume. After a while, he lifted his head to look at Flora. "Are you married?" asked the interviewer. Flora was embarrassed. "Separated, Sir. My husband left me for another woman." The interviewer made no comment, but wrote something on Flora's resume. "Children?" the interviewer asked. "Just one. My daughter. She’s just turned five..."

I stepped to the chair and sat without asking her permission which was indeed rude. "Welcome, son of the Luther Vincent, grandson of William Vincent...The great achiever of the whole Vampire World, Karien Vincent." She called my name, wait how did she know I was the one to visit her. I had told Stephen not to speak of my name and also she had her eyes closed. How could it be possible for her to recognize me? "You know me?" I raised a question in astonishment after hearing my name from her. She then opened her eyes, and damn her eyes had no eyeballs but only the white portion. It scared me and I inhaled in fear. She smirked as she saw me getting feared by her.