Interview With The Vampire Daniel Mga Nobela at Kwento

I slowly sat down in front of him, ready to listen. Maybe he was just faking this act or maybe it was real. I didn't know. I just decided to give him a listening ear because he had a lot of explaining to do. He calmed down a bit, and started talking, "The vampires ambushed me while I was on patrol near their territory. That was a day after that saga with you and Adrian." He said with a hint of guilt in his voice but never looked at me directly. "They knew I had information and they wanted to silence me."

Licking every single drop like it's his first meal for the day "My dirty girl," he says praising me as he stands up straight to look at me. He licks his lips and I shy away not wanting to look at him. Wait "Daniel did I not bleed," I ask realizing that he had eaten me out "A little blood doesn't scare a man Nina and besides I wanted to taste your innocence," he says stepping away from me and flipping me over effortlessly. I land on my stomach with a gasp. Well damn I know I'm small but yikes

"Hey, what are you guys doing?!" A voice came from the balcony above; I turned to see Jeremy vaping. "Nothing, just a challenge between two young men," Dylan replied. "It sounds interesting. What kind of challenge are you doing?" Jeremy asked. "Two hundred push-ups each," Dylan shouted. Actually, I hoped Dylan would keep quiet. From Jeremy's expression, he looked interested and would most likely join us. Ah, you might be wondering why I could withstand the sunlight even though I'm a vampire; that's because we've undergone evolution. The only evolution that didn't work on me was human blood.

“So what is it, Daniel? You been moody? Morose? I hate when they go locking women up for that, as if it’s proof of demonic influence, but those overreactions don’t usually happen with a fella, ’specially not the mayor’s own son.” Still, he was supposedly calling someone ‘master’ and even more alarming, he was seen heading inside the Middleton. No random chance Jessi would come up with a lie like that, describing the place that just so happens to be the current residence of a cryptic, mischievous vampire with an admitted grudge against the church. This Daniel kid is also wearing a woolen scarf indoors. Sure, it’s a little cold in here, but that is fucking suspicious, so I yank it off in an in

His eyes lit up and his figure was finally revealed. Nadia could feel her stomach turn in knots and her heart flutter. The feeling from before came flooding back but she wanted nothing to do with it. Stop it. She thought to herself. The figure stood a measurable distance from her, fidgeting in a way that would seem he was feeling just as uncomfortable as she was. “Who are you?” Nadia finally asked. As reluctant as he was, he answered. “Damon.” He breathed, searching for her response. She didn’t say anything, instead, she eyes the doorway then the windows. This vampire had her hostage.

I interjected, "You're wrong." "Oh, am I?" Francis asked. "Then tell me why it was that I have it on record you were the one who chose to run away from your pureblood father? Was his kind words and understanding nature what brought you to make that decision?" I was shocked that Francis knew so much of my personal life. Then again, the VHO had spies and watchers everywhere. The daughter of a well-known vampire who was one of the oldest in the city going missing or running away would be sure to spark some level of interest.

“I am fine.” “You don’t look fine,” Dan observed, frowning, and let the strap around his gun take its weight, flipping it behind him. “I didn’t know that vampires could go pale… I mean, yeah, that’s sort of the cliché movie norm, but not in real life, if you get what I mean.” “I get it,” she sucked at her teeth, her saliva tasting unfamiliar and bitter on her tongue. “I do. I’m fine though.” “You look like you’re going to puke,” Dan replied dubiously.

“So, Daniel… what do you do?” He smiled back at me and tried to look important. “Real estate. Big money, big projects.” I nodded slowly, giving the appearance of being impressed. “Ohh, big important job you can do?” “It is,” he said, leaning closer. “I can even show you how important it is. I’ll need to take you out first.” “So… tell me… do you believe in things you can’t see?” Daniel blinked. “What, ghosts?” “Not really,” I said. “More creatures. Myths.” I stared at him, willing him to realise what I was getting at. “You ever heard of wolves?”

They didn’t expect much, but two days later they got a message from Daniel. He was forty-eight, tall and broad with salt-and-pepper hair and a deep, commanding voice even in his voice notes. They agreed to meet at their house for drinks on Wednesday evening. When Daniel arrived, the air in the living room felt thick and electric. He was even bigger in person, dressed in a simple black shirt that stretched across his chest. He sat on the couch like he already owned the place and looked at both women with dark, hungry eyes. “Stand up,” he said calmly. “Both of you. Right in front of me.”

“Clara said she was taking forever to come back and—” His gaze shifted to me, and the rest of his sentence faded. “Is everything okay?” Clara did not hesitate. “More than okay.” I looked at Daniel then; his expression was calm. There was something grounded in the way he stood, something that made the air around him feel less chaotic. “I got an interview,” I said softly. “Harrington & Lane.” He blinked once, then his expression changed slowly, like something inside him had shifted into recognition before reaction. A smile appeared, small at first, then deeper, quieter.