Interview With The Vampire Novels & Stories

Timothy tells him. The Commissioner's face went from anticipation to unsatisfied. He sighs. "Really? A Vampire? Amanda, is this true?" He asks me, not even looking at Timothy. "He swore to me that he saw a vampire at that night." I tell him. "Alright Timothy, I will try to go along with you. Even though I don't believe in vampires at all. Can you describe how the vampire looked?" He asks, feeling embarrassed. "I didn't really get a good look at the vampire. All I know is that the vampire is a guy and he is black." He explains.

Her pale skin, her strong smell of human blood, her scent so strong like a vampire, her deep eyes and her little fangs beside her lips. He ignored her present. He invited them inside his apartment. " Please, have a sit", he said while helping them to the visitor area. He let the sat and Drake automatically introduced himself first. " Hi, I'm Drake and this is my friend Steph", he said and raised his hand for a handshake. " Hi!" She said with a smiley face. Alexis accepted Drake's hand and set his eyes to meet her. She avoided his gazed. Drake saw them so he started the conversation. " Alexis right? We came here for you to help her. She turned into a vampire by someone and you will help us to

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

"Do you want something to drink ... or eat?" "No. I don't eat or drink." "Mmm. Are you sure? Let me ask you a question. Exactly how long have you been a Vampire?" "Why?" I asked. "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."

He said between gritted teeth. "I am new here. I was brought here yesterday night as a prisoner." I answered. "Oh, okay then..... Why does every where smell so tasty." He said as he sniffed the air around me. "I don't smell anything." I said also sniffed the air. "You are human right?." He asked me "Yes." I said as I moved back wards in case he was a vampire. "Did you put your blood into a book to read ?." He asked "Yes, just to know about vampires who are Vegetarian's."

While looking at my pictures an idea popped into my mind, I raised my head toward Elijah, who seems a bit busy working on his laptop, and I asked '' How does it come that I can see our faces in pictures?'' He took a while to look at me before he answered '' what are you talking about? '' I hate when people answer my questions with other questions. I rolled my eyes and explained the theory in my head to him while showing him one of our selfies. '' I am a half-vampire, but you are a full vampire. Vampires aren't supposed to have a reflection, how does it happen that I can see the both of us in the pictures?'' He shut his laptop down and then started laughing.

In the midst of this tense standoff, Arin's voice pierced the air, commanding with an air of authority, "If he's not talking, cut off his tongue... since he's no longer useful." The words hung in the air, laden with a chilling resolve. Reagan fixed his gaze upon the interrogator, who approached the Vampire with a wickedly curved knife that bore an uncanny resemblance to a sickle. This interrogator was renowned in the south Sanctuary, his name spoken in hushed whispers, a testament to his exceptional skills. If the wild Vampire remained unyielding even in the face of such torment, then surely he possessed an unimaginable strength. With a subtle nod exchanged between the interrogator and the t

he said with just a touch of ire. I looked up and drilled him with my eyes. “I’m wearing my sword,” I said in a soft, deadly voice. “If you badmouth my father, I will use it.” “My apologies,” he said. His ire turned into an infuriating grin. I was unsure why it seemed he seldom smiled. “So, what is vampire life like?” I asked offhandedly. The grin stayed in place. “You know…” He waved nonchalantly, the lace of his sleeve giving the move a worldly flavor. “We sacrifice a few virgins. If that isn’t enough, we slay some puppies but nothing too taxing.”

I stood and the next second, I was already at the door but the man was then beside me, stopping me from going out. "Where are you going?" he asked, his tone dark but not threatening. "I will go see my parents," I said in between gritting teeth and tried to walk past him but he held the door. "You can't do that." "And why can't I?" My voice was sharp and I almost couldn't help a growl. I was too overwhelmed by my emotions, I couldn't keep my mind straight. "Let me remind you that you just went through a transition. You are basically a one-day-old vampire, and you know what that means?"

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.