Interview With The Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles Novels & Stories

I took the plate from him with a thought that annoying him would not be a good idea for me as the situations around me wasn’t very favourable. Elvin sat close to me and very calmly he looked into my eyes and he said, “You remember, the other day at the book store you were telling me how desperately you wanted to be a vampire how much you wished for it to be true?” I nodded in a yes, then he continued saying how the destiny worked right for us and we met each other. I gave him a confused look, he paused and smiled while looking straight into my eyes and almost mumbled something which was not enough audible for me. I said, “Sorry I couldn’t hear you, can you please repeat”. I could see he was

I took it gladly and shoved it into my back pocket. “Thanks for the help, Vic. We’ll show ourselves out.” Vic nodded her head, and I grabbed Lukas’s arm. I sensed he had a million questions regarding what I was digging into, and I owed him an explanation since I had let him come along. When we returned inside the JEEP, I turned my body to face him, and he waited expectantly. I took a deep breath and hurled everything I had found about the case—vampires and Noctua included—as quickly as I could. Lukas pressed deeper into his seat and exhaled loudly when I was done.

"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."

The one I had spied with Jacob on the day I had eavesdropped and heard what I shouldn't have heard. "How?" There were two categories? "Once a vampire clocks eight centuries, they begin to experience a time called Winter. The cold.", The other one explained. "If they succumb to it they ascend to something more inhumane". "A demon", I breathed in confirmation. My body still rigid with shock. "However, in Jacob's case. His mother is an actual demon". "She didn't ascend?" I asked, confused as hell all of a sudden. "She was never a vampire to begin with.", Jacob answered and my gaze went to his.

Seeing him with a sadistic smile as he licked the blood off his lips. But all in all, I am ejoying the meals that the chef is serving and I got to meet new people too. I ate a lot of variety dishes. They were delicious even though I spent it with Mr Vamps whom I am to confirm. I might be wrong after all I have not seen him in the wrong. Only his pale skin nothing else. Those dreams may be wrong or true. I have been avoiding him since the party and when we engage in a conversation, it is him asking and me replying to his questions facing on the floor afraid to meet his eyes.

We rogues used to be careful in territories like this… “Do not worry, I masked our scent from others. Unless that person is of higher ranking, we won’t be seen at all.” I nodded, “Alright…” Silence fell again, and I wanted to ask another question again, “Does it feel tiring to become a vampire?” “Wow, is this an interview?” He chuckled, “You seem to have many questions about our kind. Want me to turn you into one?” I almost gagged at that, “Ew. No thanks.” He gave me a lopsided grin and then had this serious expression on his face, “Honestly, I am glad you asked that. I’ll answer it honestly, It is, very tiring that I want to be killed. I just find ways to be killed.”

I cry to him, tears rolling down my face and my body shaking as my feelings pour out of me. “You are just as much a prisoner as I am child. How old are you?” He asks me kindly. Kindly, despite the fact that I have tortured him. “I’m 14 years old. How old are you?” I reply. “I’m 84 years old,” he answers. I turn to face him, “Don’t mock me, when I have come to apologise. Please.” “Child I’m not mocking you; you asked a question and I answered. I’m 75 years old. Io a vampire, vampires are immortal as long as we aren’t killed,” he says, explaining to me.

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

Elijah said complacently. “Let's begin the interrogation, shall we?” Marissa said turning toward Zachary, he reached for his face as she forced a grin. “What happened in 1976?” She questioned. “I would have loved to torture you to death but since they have compelled you. Answering my questions wouldn't be a big deal, would it?” Her lips stretched into a side smile, she glanced at Elijah. “The founding members of the hunter community were slayed by vampires.” Zachary admitted.

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.