Interview With The Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles Novels & Stories

Middleton lectured him, something he had been doing lately. He stared at the man, “ I wouldn’t call nine months a few days, Middleton…” he told the Middle born vampire. “ oh be serious for once!, Is this how you are going to behave every time we conduct a selection. That was the 45th lady we’ve interviewed this week!” Middleton fired. Lumiére knew when his eyes turned red, he wasted no time in standing up and invading the man’s personal space. He turned his red eyes to glare at Middleton. He could tolerate a few tease from him, but the man should know when to stop.

I tell them teasingly. Xavier looks at me confused through the mirror and Blake turn to give me a confused look, “What do you mean?” he asks me. “Oh, you guys have not watched the vampire diaries? It was a line said by Damon Salvatore in season one. Blake, I think that is the series we should watch next after we finish Bridgerton. It is very interesting and drama filled, you will love it. I promise,” I tell them. “Actually, I have watched all eight seasons of the vampire diaries, five seasons of the originals and four seasons of legacies. I love that franchise,” Xavier says. I gasp and look at him, “You have??? yay. I have someone to talk about them with. Wait, why did you look confused earl

It was still hard to believe that this all was true, that vampires and werewolves actually existed, my mind refused to process, I could not understand how it was possible, in my head it was as if I was being blackmailed by dangerous people and only, not supernatural beings. While the whole family thought that Olivia was involved with a thief or someone worse, but not even in a million years we would think that it would be a controlling vampire over a hundred years old. "Good morning. What do you want?" a male voice rang through the intercom. "I’m Abbigail, I’m here for the interview." "Oh yes, they are waiting for you." And quickly the gate with the family crest opened giving me way. I walke

he asks me gently. My eyes fill with tears and I try to swallow the lump in my throat. “Did he reject you?” Rich asks me incredulously. I shake my head. “No. He’s….” I look up, seeing Rich’s intent gaze on me. “He’s a vampire.” Rich’s head jerks back slightly and then he whistles low. He gets up, going to get the bottle of bourbon and pours me another glass. “Tell me what happened. How did you meet?” he asks.

“But that’s not the question you really wanted to ask me. So go ahead and ask the real question that’s on your mind.” “Are you a vampire?” I found myself asking, my voice sounding distant. He didn’t look surprised by my question. He only held my gaze for a moment when he answered, “Yes. I am indeed a vampire.”

He asked again, firmly this time. The words sent a bolt of shivers through me. Was he serious? Or was this the alcohol, or whatever had him acting this way, talking? “I…” I parted my lips, but I didn’t know what to say. I’m Zoey. A vampire. He knew that, but why did it feel like that wasn’t the answer he was looking for? I swallowed hard and finally answered him. “I’m Zoey. A vampire.” He let out a deep sigh and something flickering in his dark eyes. Then, he suddenly reached out, and lifted my chin with a single finger, forcing me to look into his eyes.

Vespera, Year of Crimson Eclipse Blood. It ran like a river through the marbled halls of the Black Citadel. Queen Seraphina knelt at the edge of her throne room, her white gown soaked in red, her crown shattered beside her like splintered bone. She could barely lift her head, but her gaze held fire — the kind of fire only born immortals carried. Purebloods. True vampires. "Mercy is beneath you, Luscius," she spat through blood-stained lips. "So don't pretend to offer it."

His gaze fixed on me as I sipped my coffee, I could feel his inquisitiveness at its brim, itching to ask a pile of questions. “What happened yesterday?” He places his cup on top of a table beside him as he walks towards me, his gaze still glued on me,steady, searching. The intensity made my chest tighten, so I looked away, breaking the pull before it swallowed me. I gulped down some coffee not answering his question. “I asked a question Aria! Where were you last night and what happened?” This time his voice is no longer softer. It's demanding, it's controlling, it's no more Lucian speaking, it's a vampire.

Mmm, feels good. “Aren't vampires immortal? When I asked about the late King’s death, you mentioned that vampires could live up to 400 years. Why is that?” She looked at me like I was an alien. "How is it that you lack this knowledge? Even if you were secluded, the history of our kind is whispered in every corner of the world.” She paused, waiting expectantly. I guess I should know, except for the tiny detail that I didn't grow up in this world. None of the books I read explained why vampires weren't immortal, and I can't exactly tell Helen that I’m basically a transmigrated stranger.

Kaleb tells me. I just shake my head, and we get down to business. We discuss the vampire issue. We discuss how to go about interrogating them. “Don’t worry my sisters will get them to talk,” Chris says. I am not sure I want them anywhere near those bastards, but I have a feeling that is the only way to get them to talk. I look at Kaleb, and he agrees, which surprises me. Chris explains that since his sisters have every known species of supernatural creatures in their blood, they are kind of the masters of all. This means that the vamps have to talk, or the girls will make them talk.