Interview With The Vampire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Dan said, so I quickly looked away. So he was no longer a v*rgin when he met me? Oh, no! I hope he doesn't have any diseases like AIDS! Wait, do vampires even get those diseases? "Why do you look like that? Sorry, but I'm a vampire, and we don't get those things, so we're safe, so you don't have to worry. Also, I swear to you, I will not be able to find someone like you," Dan said, and he smirked at me and leaned his face toward me.

I was going to be a brat today because I felt like it. His eyes widen at that before opening his phone and tapping out a message. "You had a mate bond? Was it super intense?" He asked curiously; I knew vampires felt incredibly drawn to their counterpoint, but it wasn't like what the lycans had. "I sure thought it was. He got someone pregnant right before I came into the picture. I don't want to talk about it." But, I say, crossing my arms and pouting. Did I mention I was being a brat today?

He always asked me some sorts of questions like. "What if I am the vampire...would you accept me? As the girl did in your book" He asks me this question every single day. "Why would you think those things could be real? Vampires are fictional characters" I always reply. I could remember everything, the laughing emojis that I'd sent each time he calls himself a vampire and the kind of lovely quotes he sent me all the time.

“I see. So you like vampires, eh? Last time I saw you also bringing Interview with the Vampires, and a few other vampire stories in that tower of books” OKAAAAY…could anyone please pinch me, slap me in the face, kick my butt, or whatever?? Am I dreaming?? AM I REALLY having a conversation with Clayton Sommers???? This better be real, or I’m going to eat hundreds of sleeping pills if it’s just a dream so I will stay in this dream and NEVER, EVER wakes up. And he even still REMEMBERS the title of books that almost buried him? Even if this is real, it’s even BETTER than any dream I had these past 20 years…

He felt Allen stiffen against him before the woman body went boneless in his arms—the magic winding its way through her mind and body, twisting her to Adom desires. And then the Vampire Prince felt those strong sweaty arms come around him, holding him close as a mouth and nose nuzzled against his neck. Jonathan ran his fingers over smooth skin and firm muscle, before pulling the other woman in enough to take her lips with his own.

Why do they make my heart ache so much when she says I am not what she thought I was? "Look at me," I ask her. She first hesitates to respond but later turns and looks me in the eyes. I can now see the beautiful delicate outline of her face. She has brown eyes and jet-black silky hair which Cascades down her shoulders in waves. "I am a vampire. I mean werewolves can't get vampire mates," I tell her. She doesn't seem affected by my identity. "Who said that?" she asks me with a slight shrug of her shoulder.

Phoebe talks to herself: "You must love my father very much to be able to smile happily like this, right, mother?" Phoebe discovered a crumpled article, she was surprised because the news in the newspaper was the death of a pureblood vampire, the photo of this vampire's corpse was unknown so she did not know the identity of that person. Phoebe was disgusted but still managed to read the whole article.

I asked, breaking the silence. Nico didn't say anything at first, just very reluctantly released his arms from around me and gently grabbed my hands with his own. His eyes had almost returned to how they normally were, which I guess was a good sign. He cleared his throat. "Yeah. I'm fine," He began, not sounding too sure of himself, "It was just a nightmare." His words caught me by surprise. I had learned that vampires rarely if ever had dreams let alone nightmares. "Oh," I paused for a second, noticing how he was absentmindedly rubbing the top of my hands with his thumbs, "Do you want to talk about it?"

He joked, I laughed softly. "Okay, okay. Maybe we can keep sleeping together." I said. He took my hand in his, "Do you wanna go first?" He asked and I nodded my head. I took a deep breath, organizing my thoughts before I began telling him my story. "My mom was the princess of the Vampires. And the best Queen they had ever had. Which explains my crimson eye colour and long fangs." He nodded, clinging to every word I said.

“They don’t always bite. Sometimes they touch. Sometimes they make you beg.” “They get stronger the more you want them. If they feed too much, it can change you.” Her throat went dry. She scrolled down to the comments. It was a storm of sarcasm and mockery: “Is this Twilight fanfic?” “Girl, get off Tumblr.” “Anything for likes these days, smh.” “Vampires feed on sexual desire? Tell him to come suck me dry 😏 lol” “Another delusional weirdo.” “You really need therapy, not a blog.”