Author Of Interview With The Vampire Novels & Stories

he asked, slightly tipsy from all the wine. Vlad snorted, “That is child’s play. The author, what’s her name? Stephanie something reduced vampires into whining pussies.” He shook his head and chugged down another glass of wine. Alcohol had no effect on him, he could down a crate of beer and still recite Shakespeare’s Hamlet from beginning to end. The only thing he couldn’t do was to rally his kind to join Suzanne in the fight. And for that, he felt remorseful. Hans who sat at the head of the table nursed his glass slowly, lost in his thoughts. Thomas continued rambling on, “How about Anne Rice? Did you inspire her as well?”

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

I asked, making sure that he could be seen in my peripherals. He seemed confused by my question. I took that opportunity to further elaborate, less I start staring at him again. "Well, she obviously lied to Xander that she wasn't feeling well even after she was, and then she lied to both of you about her having a stomach ache." Still, he looked confused. "What?" He asked. I turned my head to meet his gaze. Not anything else, just his gaze. "Can't vampires tell if a human is lying?" I asked. He thought for a moment, finally understanding what I wanted to have answered.

I said. “I don’t doubt that. Otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting here so calmly. It’s just strange. This sort of stuff isn’t usually kept as a secret.” He said. “Well, you’ll have to take that up with the Alpha.” I said. The waitress brought Asher’s food out and placed it in front of him. “What are you reading?” He asked. So I showed him the cover of the book and he almost choked on his food. “Are you serious? ‘Interview with a Vampire’?” He asked.

“What did you do?” He took a long gulp of his beer, his gaze distant. “I tracked vampires across Pennsylvania, from dive bars to abandoned warehouses. Tortured them for answers—silver blades, wooden stakes, whatever that worked. Most of them didn’t know shit, but I kept pushing. After years, I got a name. Just a name.” My pulse quickened, the old man’s words ringing in my ears. “What was it?” I asked, my voice sharp. He met my gaze, his expression grim. “Cassian Varnholt.”

I took the plate from him with a thought that annoying him would not be a good idea for me as the situations around me wasn’t very favourable. Elvin sat close to me and very calmly he looked into my eyes and he said, “You remember, the other day at the book store you were telling me how desperately you wanted to be a vampire how much you wished for it to be true?” I nodded in a yes, then he continued saying how the destiny worked right for us and we met each other. I gave him a confused look, he paused and smiled while looking straight into my eyes and almost mumbled something which was not enough audible for me. I said, “Sorry I couldn’t hear you, can you please repeat”. I could see he was

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 still knew a few of them that the laird conducted business with and they were very wealthy. "Scott, tell me what you wanted to say now," Luca's voice interrupted his mind and Scott stopped. He knew that Lucas would not let him be unless he told him what he discovered. He took his time to explain to him how vampires wouldn't be able to use their powers once they were in body contact with the human girl. "So, that was it?" Lucas asked in his head. Scott imagined him nodding his head for emphasis wherever he was. "Now, get lost."

It was the vampire they had been searching for. Amanda and Hannah were prepared to fight, but the vampire surprised them by speaking first. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice deep and resonant. "We just want to know about your origin," Amanda replied, trying to keep her voice steady. The vampire hesitated for a moment before speaking. "My name is Vincent. I was born in the 17th century in France. I was turned into a vampire by a powerful witch, and I've been alive ever since. But I've always kept to myself, staying away from humans and other vampires alike."