Interview With A Vampire Claudia Fangs Novels & Stories

She tilted his head back and scraped them across Viktor's neck when Vladimir burst through the wall and wrestled her to the ground. "I got something for you to lick, bitch!" Vladimir pinned Claudia's arms behind her. "Well, now this is a party," Claudia smirked as she freed her arms and headbutted Vladimir harshly, sending him flying backward. This was going south, fast. I watched as more and more vampires flooded the area, attacking us. We were going to lose—they were outnumbering us. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my walkie-talkie. "Amber, get us out of here!"

Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to force herself into Federico's home. But Federico does not nod or even look grateful at Alessia. In fact, his brow is beginning to droop low—almost as if he is displeased. "Hailey is my possession. You are not break what is mine," Federico replies. Alessia laughs without any joy. "You can find another servant to replace her. She isn't worth keeping when she's already so defective." Then Federico does the unimaginable. He walks up to Hailey and grabs her by the wrist. The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural strength—one of the perks of being

It was a must that his woman is feeling impeccably comfortable in his territory, and most importantly secured. “Is there something else that needs my attention?’ Nicholas asked while his eyes roamed across the room beneath him, looking at the hall filled with werewolves from different kinds of people, but his eyes were fixated on three people. Lester Fangs, Victoria Fangs, and another person who had been walking around the place, socializing just like how a normal visitor would.

Lex asked her, making her eyes widen in shock as realization dawned on her. “I guess it is possible,” Claudia said after readjusting from the shock of even the possibility that someone would try to hurt her, “but who would do such a thing? I mean I have been kind to everyone.” “I don’t know, sweety, besides the fact he didn’t know about it, I find it an awfully strange coincidence that this happened on the same day that I catch wind of a rumor about you,” Lex mumbled knowing that since Claudia was born a vampire her hearing was better than average, and she could still hear him, “and we both know how I feel about coincidences.”

He couldn't blame him though, Callan was only told what happened, he hadn't seen it with his own eyes until now. They finally got to the part where Claire started to talk as if she was in someone else's body. Callan couldn't believe his eyes. “Pause it,” He murmured to Cameron in shock. “Zoom it closer to her face.” When Cameron did that, he felt all the blood drain from his face as his body grew cold. Claire's eyes grew pitch black, like a — like a vampire, she bared her teeth at Cameron threateningly and a not too long pair of fangs could be seen on either side of her teeth.

Clara asked me suddenly. I halted and thought as I answered honestly. "I did not at first but then, he knows about Todd and Cold Fang." I said and she stiffened. "By those, you mean our fathers?" Clara asked me. The expression on her face spoke mainly of concern. "Aye, our fathers." I responded. "What would a vampire know about werewolves?" Clara asked me. "That's what we're going to figure out." I said to her as I heaved her into a more comfortable position and resumed walking.

But Claudia’s standard was way too high, for a pure-blood like her, having a true-blood mate was enough to boost her pride and walk around with her head up. “Nah, I rather buss a bottle. We agreed to drink, not to make out,” Claudia responded. She rested her back on the table when Rupert’s grip loosened. Grabbing a bottle beside her, Claudia chugged it down while laying down. The wine dribbled on her neck down her chest but she felt hot. As for the reason why; she preferred to blame it on alcohol and not because of someone else who kept staring at her while she drowned herself in red wines. “Don’t look at me like I’m some kind of rare meat. I’m telling you, doctor, you won’t have a piece of

Clara pressed further. "R... Respect yourself, young lady," Dr. Ellen replied, mustering authority, but internally feeling scared and weak. "I'm sorry, Mum. I didn't mean to be so forward. It's just that your friend Eric Damian shares his name with a powerful vampire, like a real-life Dracula," Clara explained. "What! A vampire?" Dr. Ellen exclaimed, utterly confused but also relieved that it wasn't what she had feared. "Yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but it's true," Clara affirmed.

Vampires' forte is from behind and straight at humans, using claws and fangs to squeeze their prey and suck blood. If they are hungry, they will drink human blood when they catch it and then kill it, but if it is not because of hunger, they will use sharp knife-like claws to stab the throat of their prey. Many people tell them to do it because they like to watch fresh blood gush from the neck of their prey, a kind of crazy and perverted hobby. Phoebe was half vampire when she heard that, she involuntarily raised her trembling hand to cover her neck, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it herself.

She gestured with his hand, creating a projector like screen in front of them and pulled up a picture of Steven, sitting on the sofa with Jordon. Damon stared at the picture of a pitiful looking vampire, silently watching as Clary started pulling picture after picture up of miserable, ill-looking mixed blood, describing what he was seeing as he stared at the screen. He forgot about his drink as he watched the gallery of misery roll before his eyes.