Interview With A Vampire And Queen Of The Damned の小説・ストーリー

“Kheukkkk!~ ... “ Damien continued to squeal in pain until he fell to his knees. The vampire woman walked around her body and stopped right in front of Damien. The woman put her hands on Damien's hair who was still kneeling in pain. "You will not be able to fight me! I am the one who gave you this eternal life! You will never have the strength to disobey my orders at all!" The woman grabbed his hair lightly before pulling it until his face was embedded in the squeezed area between her thighs.

A terrified scream of Sadie echoed again, and I saw her jump from her seat, looking around, trembling with Cheche beside her with a frightened look on her face too. "Vam....vampire, they... they're a vampire." Sadie stuttered. "What happened? Sire." Cheche went to me and touched my hand. "Che, what should we do? Why do they become a vampire, and they can't move? Sire." Sadie cried and came to my side, trying to help me up. Cheche helps her, and they manage to make me sit. "Lockdown the castle." I manage to say, struggling to speak.

“What do you think he wants?” “You don’t talk to the Queen like that… I’ve been watching you since this—” “Dim, that’s enough.” The Queen’s order cut him off, her gaze never leaving mine. “She is within her rights to ask questions. The vampire is a terror to us all. If we keep quiet, we’ll soon be a community of the undead—if they don’t kill us off first. For all we know, he might be scoping the land, marking our defenses.” A pause. “Dora, have you felt this venomous aura before now?”

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.

A hissing sound came from their party and the man backed down. The woman reached their table swiftly and spoke with a rich accent. It was one she hadn’t heard before. “You are not human. What are you?” Dave stiffened at her words. Akaisha met her eyes. “I am. Why would you think otherwise?” The woman looked between the two, then changed the subject. “I am Kiaya. Queen vampire. And you are?” “Do I have to answer? Will you be spell me if I don't?” Akaisha hadn't wanted to meet the woman. Hadn’t wanted to join Dave at this type of restaurant.

Her eyes, a hypnotic shade of crimson, surveyed the hall with a combination of authority and intrigue. To her side stood a male vampire, tall and equally formidable. He exuded an air of loyalty as his gaze remained fixed on the queen, awaiting her attention. "Conner," the queen's voice resonated, a melodic blend of authority and allure, "Speak. What news do you bring me?" Conner, the male vampire, bowed his head respectfully before addressing his queen. "My Queen, all preparations have been completed. Our agents have moved discreetly and the pieces are in place."

We could hear her growling and causing a ruckus. “CALM DOWN! LET’S NOT ACT LIKE ANIMALS! MY MEN WILL REMOVE THE GAG IF YOU CALM DOWN!” My father yelled over all the banging and noise the vampire was making. She stopped immediately narrowing her eyes at me and my father. One of the men removed her gag and she hissed at us. “Now that we have made you more comfortable, I would like to introduce myself, I am king Manor King of Mintaka.” “I don’t give a damn who you are, all I want to know is what you want with me?” The Vampire Queen sneered. “Awe I love a woman who likes to get to the point, I have summoned you here because I recently had a talk with one of the men you sent to the Crystal Moon w

I wondered idly if I should inform her that I could every single word. "Your three minutes are up." I announced when I got tired of her fumbling. "God damnit!" She screeched again, and I winced. Yep. Definitely going to try her damnedest. It’s a damn good thing that being a vampire is essentially the same thing as being a starfish. All parts can be regrown, except for of course, a new head. "Inside voice Jo. Use your inside voice." I cautioned. "What is your question?"

“It’s not important. I didn’t say anything—” “Should I pull the tapes?” The woman asked. “She’s compromised. Whether he’s on the way or someone else is doesn’t matter at the moment. They’re coming.” Mark clenched his jaw. “I checked her.” “It’s probably deeper than you can reach,” another person said. “He’s older than any vampire we’ve ever dealt with.” Mark clenched his jaw, and he shook his head. He looked down at his hand. “Get the defenses ready. I’ll do a deeper check.”

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.