Interview With The Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles Novels & Stories

"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.

Victor reminds me and I roll my eyes at him, I didn't want to be here, I wanted to be home with my baby or at work trying to get her out of Dylan's arms. "Fine, get them here," I say with a sigh. "Shouldn't you interview us?" Victor asks. "Go get your girl some milk or something, and tell the first victim to get in," I say and he just laughs, he knew I wasn't here by my own will. "They'll be right here for you detective," Victor says finally leaving the room, I should've gotten a coffee or water or something else to drink, but too late now. The vampires that came in looked different, each one had their own personality, some looked happy to be here, others were very calm, I had to ask them al

Gwen breathed out. "Yeah, that's not even half of it." I walked to an old wooden bookcase filled with DVDs. "I wanted you to take a look at these movies and pick out a few you'd like to watch." I motioned for her to come over and hoped the movies would be a nice distraction from having to relive my past. Gwen walked toward me and skimmed through my collection. "Wait! You have the movie ‘Interview with the Vampire’?! I haven't seen this in ages. We have to watch it, and you have to tell me everything that’s factually incorrect,” she pleaded excitedly.

The pack didn't ring a bell to me at all. ‘Maybe he didn't belong to my timeline.’ I concluded in my head. “Werewolves now suck blood now?” I asked confused, now sure that he didn't belong to my timeline. I also discovered I was nothing but a blood slave, my face winced in disgust. “Well, that would make a lot of sense with all chubby flesh I had. How much blood do I even have?” I said sarcastically, relishing the fact that I was the lowest of the low.

I nod in response and I start with the presentation while showing videos of my experiments. “What made you choose to research this vampire disorder?” Professor Malino asks after the presentation. “Well, I...” I trail off. Another video starts playing on screen, and I turn. What in the world? I press the remote while panicking, but the video doesn’t pause, and I look behind me to find everyone’s attention on the video. I sigh, and decide to give up and let them watch. **** Note: VMP is a fictional illness.

Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to force herself into Federico's home. But Federico does not nod or even look grateful at Alessia. In fact, his brow is beginning to droop low—almost as if he is displeased. "Hailey is my possession. You are not break what is mine," Federico replies. Alessia laughs without any joy. "You can find another servant to replace her. She isn't worth keeping when she's already so defective." Then Federico does the unimaginable. He walks up to Hailey and grabs her by the wrist. The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural strength—one of the perks of being

“He will talk. One way or another.” The interrogation lasted for hours. The vampire was suspended from the ceiling when I finally stood in front of him again. His body was weak from blood loss, and a dark pool had formed beneath him on the stone floor. Still, he lifted his head and smiled when he saw me, as if he thought this was some kind of game. “Are you ready to talk now, bloodsucker?” I asked calmly as I dipped the tip of my knife into garlic-infused liquid. He flinched when I pressed the blade against his skin, the smell alone enough to make him hiss in pain.

When I returned home, my entire body collapsed with exhaustion, as if my soul had been drained from me. I sank onto the sofa, one hand resting on my abdomen, silent tears streaming down my face. Lowering my gaze, I looked at the twin blood sigils glowing within the detection crystal and could only think how cruel fate could be. We had been bound for so long. I had wanted to give him a child. But vampires cannot conceive naturally. To force conception through witchcraft meant enduring excruciating pain and an unbearably long process. Dominic Costa had always said it didn’t matter whether we had children—that even without them, he would give me all his love.

"Jesse, what's been bothering you? I can see it in your eyes. Please, tell us." Jesse sighed, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames. "There are things you all need to know," he began, his voice heavy with emotion. "Secrets that have haunted me for centuries." We leaned in, our curiosity piqued. Jesse took a deep breath, steeling himself for the revelations that were about to come. "I am not just a vampire," he confessed. "I am a descendant of an ancient bloodline, one that holds immense power and a dark legacy." Gasps filled the air as we absorbed his words.

My lips parted as he spoke, but the fact that he was getting me something to eat made me very happy. In addition to the fact that he was using his only break to get it for me. My eyes furrowed as a realization hit me. Not once do I remember any of the vampires leaving their station during a blood collection. "I didn't know that you guys got breaks," I spoke after a while The edges on Nico's lips curled up into a smirk. "We don't."