Author Of Interview With The Vampire Novels & Stories

I stated. “Hey, guys breakfast ready. Let’s eat.” Patricia stated as she walk out the poolside. Breakfast was great. I was really nervous having the need to answer Patricia’s questions but I need to tell her the truth. I was relieved when she didn’t freak out when I told her that I am a vampire. She took it quite well. She asked questions and we tried our best to answer her honestly. “Wait, how old are you guys?” “Thousands of years, we don’t really try to keep count of it.” Steven replied.

Timothy tells him. The Commissioner's face went from anticipation to unsatisfied. He sighs. "Really? A Vampire? Amanda, is this true?" He asks me, not even looking at Timothy. "He swore to me that he saw a vampire at that night." I tell him. "Alright Timothy, I will try to go along with you. Even though I don't believe in vampires at all. Can you describe how the vampire looked?" He asks, feeling embarrassed. "I didn't really get a good look at the vampire. All I know is that the vampire is a guy and he is black." He explains.

They were not expecting the news, and what’s worst was it was an unexpected predicament, something they never heard for too many years, something that they never wanted to know at all, something that they never wished to encounter. “Sorry to ask you this, archangel, but how certain are you that it is true? That a vampire is wandering around the human world when we all knew that no vampire existed already in the past thousand years,’’ Abu asked respectfully, as he opened his wings and sauntered toward Kram, bowed his head and knelt one knee before him and after few moments he lifted his eyes to Kram, serious and somewhat scary.

I started, my voice trembling slightly, "I have often wondered about the nature of my being. Is there something inherently different about me that allows me to carry the child of a vampire? I have searched for answers, but they elude me." Dr. Julian leaned back in his chair, a contemplative expression crossing his face. "My dear, you have posed a fascinating question," he responded thoughtfully. "The intertwining of human and vampire physiology is indeed a complex subject. While I cannot provide you with a definitive answer, I can offer you some insights based on my observations and research."

He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he could track Mara and their members down later. Once home, he felt the power getting even stronger. He was super energized and felt a vision coming on. Well, that hasn’t happened in a while. His thoughts were racing, and he sat down in his favorite recliner next to his fireplace in his Master Suite. He reclined back and let the vision take over. He saw her! It was Amber, the schoolteacher. She was at home, in her bed. He saw her as if he were in her room. He approached her as she lay in her bed. He reached out to touch her to find out why she was tossing and turning and see if she was ill. Then she woke up and stared at him. She didn’t scream and she

EDWIN’S POV I had to fall down and pretended like I was dead, just to satisfy her. Immediately I heard the front door opened, which means she’s gone, I got back to my feet and picked the gown she’d turned down. Getting back to my living room, I met another vampire sitting there, sipping wine as if it was their home. “Who gave you the authority to waltz in here any how? Old man?” Hale Vancleff, the high priest of the whole vampire clan stood up and approached me, “You smell so new. What kind of guest did you host?”

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

Before she knew it he was right there beside her as she felt a gush of wind. "I do." he whispered in her ears "But a vampire can have as many wives as he wants" "It is not the same for a werewolf." Nina returned back to him sharply "My mate cannot have another wife." Damon stared at her quietly for a while then he suddenly flashed a smile at her. "Watch your little mouth,Luna." his eyes turned red "I can rip your throat out any second.So go on...choose a dress." Nina didn't like any of them.

We rogues used to be careful in territories like this… “Do not worry, I masked our scent from others. Unless that person is of higher ranking, we won’t be seen at all.” I nodded, “Alright…” Silence fell again, and I wanted to ask another question again, “Does it feel tiring to become a vampire?” “Wow, is this an interview?” He chuckled, “You seem to have many questions about our kind. Want me to turn you into one?” I almost gagged at that, “Ew. No thanks.” He gave me a lopsided grin and then had this serious expression on his face, “Honestly, I am glad you asked that. I’ll answer it honestly, It is, very tiring that I want to be killed. I just find ways to be killed.”

Sal’s eyes grew wide. “Something like me but not. I don’t know what. He’s not a vampire or a…” “You’re shitting me! Are you serious?” Sal knew about the supernatural world, although there were times I think he struggled with the concept. I didn’t answer Sal. Maybe I had finally found what I was looking for. Dr. Anthony Miller, a supernatural anthropologist. I read the article, completely forgetting about Sal, sitting in front of me. I only remembered his presence when he plonked a tumbler of whiskey next to me.