Interview With The Vampire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Do you know?” “Yes,” I snapped. “I’m a two-hundred-year-old vampire, Father. Babysitting some impulsive, loud-mouthed –eighteen year old is beneath me. I hate that fucking kid!” Father’s amusement didn’t fade. If anything, his smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners like he was enjoying this far too much. “Hate, you say?” he asked, his tone light, teasing. “Care to elaborate? What’s got my centuries-old son so riled up about a mere mortal?”

I told him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said. So, in my drunken state, I told him my life story. I told him everything from Ray, to Jasper, to the alpha, to James, Xander and Luis. I told him how I ran into James today and I had to close the book on this chapter. “So, you mean to tell me you’re a vampire?” Was the first thing he said when I finished. “Yes. Surprise.” I chuckled dryly.

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

I smiled at him as his face appeared on my screen, and he smiled back. “I had a question I wanted to ask,” I said cautiously and waited as the other line stayed silent, his face unreadable. He looked oddly familiar yet so strange it was throwing me off He finally broke the silence and spoke up. “Go on, ask your question,” he said softly. “As vampires age, do they start to have dreams?” I asked. He was silent for a while again, his face showing no emotion. “What do you mean?” he asked, and I sighed. Maybe he didn’t know about it then.

She struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation and the implications of a vampire seeking out Sergeant Chriswell. "And what information did he have to give you?" she finally managed to ask, her voice a mere whisper. "He told me that the one whom I'm in search of is much closer to me than I had imagined," he replied, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "I was so scared that I didn't even know what he was speaking of, but he made himself clearer. He said he was referring to the one responsible for the death in the X Fang Bar... Eric Damian. He said he knew I was in search of him and that he knew who he was and what he is. He is a vampire, just like himself, but a more vicious an

"Does that bother you?" "Nope," I pressed my fingers to my lips thoughtfully. "You're older than my step-dad. I find it kind of funny for some reason." Yeah, because you are being pervy with the vampire sitting across from you, and he has no idea. *Want new stories? Check out face.book Author Veronica Fox for the group page!*

“Thank you, ma’am.” The first person I wanted to talk to this about was Lia. I shot her a text, hoping she wasn’t in class and had enough time to talk. She would be able to talk me through this, giving me the advice I needed to get through this. Hey, Lia. Quick question for you. -R Shoot. -L How would you feel if I joined the vampire clan? -R …What? -L You heard me. The big, scary, immortal, blood-drinking crew. -R

"Well, I never met a real Vampire, but I thought they were all scary and evil. You kinda remind me of a lady who works in my office. Cherie. She can be scary, though. But in a Don't-Get-In-My-Face-Whiteboy way. Not in an I'm-A-Bloodsucking-Fiend way. No offense." I scowled and sat at his bar. He followed me and sat next to me. "How do you know that you're really a Vampire? Maybe you're something else. Like, I don't know ... a fairy." "And it would be easier to believe that I'm a fairy?" I sighed. "I'm a Vampire. But you're right. I haven't been one for long, just a couple days so I don't understand everything." "Really? How did—" I held up a hand. "Before you start asking me about my history

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

He launched into a full lecture…voice rising, hands slicing the air…about rogues, wild beasts, bloodsuckers, how stupid and reckless and insane it was, how close I’d come to dying a hundred different ways. I turned and started walking again without entertaining his lectures. He followed, still ranting. I cut in without breaking stride. “So if you hadn’t found me, I’d be dead?” “Yes!” he barked. “Rogues would’ve torn you apart. Or bears. Or worse…vampires draining you dry in some cave.” Inside my head, I cackled like a villain. Oh, Victoria, you sneaky little viper. You sent me out to get fang-raped by a vampire? Cute. Real cute.