Interview With The Vampire Novels & Stories

Rian says, sheepishly. “Cerberus, I would love an iced water with a slice of lemon,” I state. Cormac and Vladimir ask for coffee and water, respectively, and within a few minutes a female vampire is bringing a tray into the room with our drinks on it. Once she is dismissed, we get down to business.

he muses, his voice as smooth as silk. I roll my eyes, the sensation of being a mere pawn on a grand chessboard nearly overwhelming. "Let me guess – I tell you what you want to hear, or I'll never leave this building alive?" "You know how this goes," he affirms with a curt nod. "Spill the beans. How did you become a vampire? Who are you working for? How did you get the scoop on me and my brother? Don't hold back, or you might find yourself six feet under. Tell me all I need to know about you, down to the tiniest detail," he adds, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper that hangs heavy in the air between us.

My stomach rumbles in protest, a stark reminder of how long it has been since I last ate. The suited vampire finally breaks the silence, his voice smooth and commanding. "You're wondering why you're here, aren't you?" I meet his gaze, refusing to show any sign of weakness. "I have a few theories." He chuckles, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "I'm sure you do. You're a smart one, I'll give you that." I keep my expression impassive, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing my fear. "Why go through all this trouble? What do you want from me?"

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

he asks gruffly. Ok, he’s being oddly helpful. I make a super snap decision; it had crossed my mind a few times today to attempt to ask someone, but I shot the thought down every time. Now the words come tumbling out of my mouth before I can stop them. “Is there any chance I can speak to one of the vampire’s who brought me here?” His eyes narrow curiously. “Uh, his name is Adrian. I just have something I have to…” I trail off, having absolutely no idea where I’m trying to go with this.

"Harley, listen… I'm not going to lie, I have my reasons for saving your life that night, but to prevent any confusion or inner conflict, I am not going to share them with you tonight. I'm sorry." At first she frowned, frustrated by how secretive he was, but after thinking it through, her expression softened. It wasn't something she needed to be worrying about right now, not after the horrible day she'd had with her family. Instead, she settled for another question. "It's okay, I understand. Maybe another night." She agreed. "The other question that I wanted to ask… Are there other vampires like you? I mean, surely not all of them are heartless monsters, right?"

She couldn't shake off the feeling that there were pieces of her past that she was missing, and Luna's presence only intensified her desire to uncover the truth. Emily decided to confide in her close friend, Isabella, a vampire with a talent for unraveling secrets. Isabella, sympathetic to Emily's plight, promised to help her discover the truth about her lineage. Together, they embarked on a clandestine investigation, digging into ancient vampire archives and seeking out hidden knowledge within the vampire community.

“And the gossip is about yourself, isn’t it?” “Your intuition has always been impressive.” I go behind the counter and lean against the wall, sipping my black coffee. “And yeah, I was hoping to talk to you about something.” “Anything. Wait.” She takes another drink of coffee and raises her eyebrows. “Do you need help burying a body again? Because I did not wear the right shoes for that today.” “No, not this time.” “Good.” “I…I kind of took a vampire home from a bar with me last night.”

They are the most vein creatures for the most part, they absolutely love the camera. Of course those who prefer to stay in the shadows, in the dark ... not so much. “This is the interview of Eva Gonzalez, maker of Vincent Lopez. Today is August 14, and we are in Caracas, Venezuela in the home of Queen Sofia,” I said, while waiting for my guest. The vampire entered the room without making a sound, as they usually did. I rose to my feet and gestured for her to sit in the seat in front of me. My manners nearly inclined me to offer her a drink but obviously for a vampire that had an entirely different meaning.

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.