Interview With The Vampire Queen Of The Damned Novels & Stories

I wondered idly if I should inform her that I could every single word. "Your three minutes are up." I announced when I got tired of her fumbling. "God damnit!" She screeched again, and I winced. Yep. Definitely going to try her damnedest. It’s a damn good thing that being a vampire is essentially the same thing as being a starfish. All parts can be regrown, except for of course, a new head. "Inside voice Jo. Use your inside voice." I cautioned. "What is your question?"

Fuck, this was nothing of this earth. "I did not invite you in," A voice boomed, both young and old. New and broken. Shivers dug their way up my legs, rattling my knees slightly. "I never thought I would see the Killer Queen tremble this much." A mocking laughed followed. Katharine's teeth were warped, like she had tried prying them from her mouth. Faint outlines of shadow created the illusion of antlers from her head. "What are you?" I mumbled, unable to fully catch my breath. The thing smiled back cruelly and I could hear many civilizations wither and die within each word it spoke afterwards.

I said after answering the call. “This is important, your majesty. We currently have a vampire on the loose!” he reported in a tensed voice. In the background, I heard the sound of people screaming and something breaking. “Right now? Where exactly? And who?” “Here in the castle, your majesty. It’s… the Queen.” “Tell lord Valencia to lead the warriors. I will be there soon.” I clenched my hands. It had already started and there were no signs. We even went to a family picnic yesterday. And when Swan and I slept together last night, she was still okay although she began shivering from the cold again.

“Having sex in a car?” “Having sex where ever. Damon Jones…” Her fingers left my chest and interlaced with my hair seconds after. “… you seem to forget that The Dangerous Dame runs this country. You are fucking the freaking Queen of this country. Surely,” her smile wore extreme confidence, “we can do whatever we want, however, we want. So, do you want us to fuck in a flying helicopter next time?”

"What have you done that makes you worthy of being called a real queen? I personally believe you've done nothing. Here I am, sitting beside you, and I don't even know your name. All I know is that you are nothing more than the Queen." "I gave birth to the future king!" She stated proudly, but deep in her eyes, I could sense her valid reason to despise me. Too bad for her, I won't let her get away with mistreating me. "Oh, come on, Your Highness! Since when is having sex and giving birth something to be respected for?" She was about to say something, but a growl caught us off guard. It was Damien. He burst into the suite and made his way towards me. The look on his face was unfamiliar to me.

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Annabelle's POV As I stood up from kneeling down there in the dimly lit chamber, my heart pounding in my chest, I could hardly believe what I was seeing. The young and beautiful Vampire Queen Elara, who had kept me captive for what felt like an eternity, was none other than my evil step-grandmother—the one I had heard horrifying tales about but had never laid eyes on until now.

She said, her voice heavy with authority as she spoke. The eyes of those who stared at me popped open; some of them even had their jaws dropped. They were filled with disbelief. As soon as they heard her second statement, their heads whipped towards her, and a rumble of shock and disbelief erupted among them. "Vampire Queen, are you being serious right now?" It was Elder Benson who asked loudly, his voice edged with a mix of anger and surprise.

Caspian introduced him before turning to me. "Zeke, this is Luciana Archenbow. My mate and the Queen of Vampires. Otherwise known as the Killer Queen." Zeke stood dumbfounded for a second before averting his gaze from me and instead settled it on the floor. He bowed deeply. "Your Majesty!"

As he tells me, I have my lips opened, not actually able to believe everything he's saying. Can this actually be real? Is it true, all he's told me? I can not help but keep asking me these questions in my head. I watch him with an unbelievable gaze. I mean, I am looking at him and wondering if this was the Hillary that I had met on the first day I stepped foot inside Eclipse Publishing company for my interview? And is that the Nicholas I met then? They have been Vampires from day one and I had no clue.

I spat. Damien was in front of me in the next instant, his green eyes lit from within. “Be careful of what comes out of your mouth, mutt!” He was a few feet shorter than me, but that threat made my wolf howl inside me. I smirked. That’s the first time I’ve ever seen the Vampire King show some reaction. “Really? So you want me to discuss how she melted in my arms instead? How it felt being with her. How her soft skin-”