Interview With The Vampire Novels & Stories

“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…

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

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."

“But that’s not the question you really wanted to ask me. So go ahead and ask the real question that’s on your mind.” “Are you a vampire?” I found myself asking, my voice sounding distant. He didn’t look surprised by my question. He only held my gaze for a moment when he answered, “Yes. I am indeed a vampire.”

he asks me gently. My eyes fill with tears and I try to swallow the lump in my throat. “Did he reject you?” Rich asks me incredulously. I shake my head. “No. He’s….” I look up, seeing Rich’s intent gaze on me. “He’s a vampire.” Rich’s head jerks back slightly and then he whistles low. He gets up, going to get the bottle of bourbon and pours me another glass. “Tell me what happened. How did you meet?” he asks.

The next morning, the vampire woke up and found himself locked up in a cell, surrounded by the werewolf pack behind me. I stepped forward and began the interrogation as planned. Our one-on-one conversation started when I asked the vampire who their leader was, what they were doing in the city, what their purpose was, and if he knew about the vampire students in school. The vampire, who was still groggy from being locked up, tried his best to avoid my questions. He was a cunning and manipulative creature and had been trained to withstand any interrogation attempts.

The policemen discussed. "If your interrogation has completed, can we leave?" Xavier was furious as he asked them. "Yes, Sir!! You are allowed to leave."the policeman replied. Xavier helped Adrianna to get back to the car and he drove her to her home. The entire rise was silent as Adrianna was still consumed by the shock. It was something that humans were not allowed to see but somehow, it got pictured. Xavier parked the car in the parking lot of the building where Adrianna lives. "Do vampires exist?" She asked Xavier.

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove

She had noticed he was quite open when it came to expressing himself although mave had said, dius had always been a mystery to her she couldn’t see it he seemed transparent to her “oh little tank your a bit early for our meeting” he said stopping she gawked unable to do anything else as she took in the picture of all of him almost naked, jesus he was magnificent. She had a need to lick all those droplets as he grabbed her wrist and fed. She blinked a couple of times to erase the picture of it as he stared waiting. He hadnt moved but he hadnt expressed anything either, she knew for a fact vampires could smell arousel but for some reason it never seemed to bother him when she got turned on, in

I still breathed heavily, taking her in. “She's beautiful indeed.” I smiled, admiring the statue one more time, before my focus landed on her. “Oh, my name is Kyle.” She stretches her hand for a handshake, which I receive, introducing myself in return. “You must be a visitor?” “Yeah, I came with my friend.” Friend? What about destiny? We started walking down the hallway as we conversed. “So what is it like being a vampire?” she is hesitant. “It is too dark for me, especially for someone like me who prefers the opposite.”