William Morse adjusted the camera angle so it focused correctly.
His stomach was filled to the brim with butterflies and a huge rock sat in his throat. He always had a feeling that supernatural forces were out there, he just never thought it would be ghosts, or… bigfoot. But vampires.
Ohhh… Why did it have to be vampires?
Only two years ago did Will get out of Yale with a degree in Literature and Journalism.
He always wanted to write stories about these bloodsuckers. You know, fiction. Little did he know that they would come to him.
Interview with the Vampires.
~Xenakisfox101112
William sat down nervously in the seat across from the monster. Well, if she was a monster, she was a beautiful monster. She was so pale. She had these impossibly blue eyes and nearly white hair. She smiled at him softly and gave a nod.
William cleared his throat.
When this woman had come to him, he thought she was crazy. But then she showed him how far she could throw.
His arm still hurt.
Apparently, she wanted to give her story. God, he felt like Daniel Malloy from the book Interview with the Vampire. Anne Rice…
William began the video by writing down the woman's name. "So, it's Amelie, correct?" William shivered. The woman nodded again.
"Last name?"
"Not important," she hissed.
William put a question mark beside her name on the piece of paper. He wrote down some details; pale, blue eyes, white hair, lean, etc.
"So, why don't you start with when you were born."
Amelie folded her hands in her lap. She was such a lady.
"I was born December 21, 1130," Amelie began. Huh, the winter solstice. Figures.
"Where?" William asked, baffled at her birth date.
"France," Amelie continued.
"Family?"
Amelie thought for a second. "My father, and one sister."
"Mother?"
"Dead."
William hesitated, then continued. "So, just start from the beginning."
Amelie took a breath, and began. "I was separated with my sister when I was three. My father was firm, but caring. Typical for a single parent. I do not know who was his sire was, but he had been a vampire for much longer than I had been alive. He was always out. Either for work, or a woman," Amelie sighed, "So I grew up making my own supper and tucking myself in. I was a very independent child. Then when I was 16, my father introduced me to my sister, Audrey. She was so innocent back then. If you were to talk about how she is now, I would slap you…"
-1146, Paris, France-
Audrey smiled brightly at her sister. Amelie gave her sibling a scowl. "I was not aware I had a sister, father. Nor do I appreciate the fact that I never knew."
Bishop rested his hands on his second daughter's shoulders. "Things were complicated, kitten." Whenever Amelie's father called her by her old pet name, he was trying his best to be kind. Amelie sighed and held out her hand. "Welcome, Audrey." Audrey jumped out and hugged Amelie. "Oh, I know we'll be the best of friends! I've always wanted a sibling. Being an only child is so bleak."
Amelie pushed her away. "Quite…" she mused, "Let me show you around."
Amelie's father was a very successful negotiator with all sorts of things. Horses, goods, even gold. But the other day she thought she heard that he might be a mercenary. That would be one awkward conversation.
Amelie led her sister up the stone staircase and into the upper hall. A long gray and purple rug ran all the way down the hall. As they walked down, Amelie pointed out all the doors; drawing straight from memory. "That is an art room, Father's study, my own green house, the library is down below, the door on the end is Father's room," Amelie gave Audrey a warning glance, "We are not to enter unless told or invited, and this is my room." Amelie opened the door to reveal a large room with a bed pressed against the back wall. A desk sat at the right corner with a wooden chair pushed into it. Two bookshelves to the left, accompanied with a large red rug. A few paintings her and there on the walls.
"Wow," Audrey breathed, stepping in, "I am jealous of you sister." Amelie felt a small smirk come up. "Where were you living before?"
"Father had given me a small home just outside of Carlisle."
"England?"
"Indeed. It was a little smaller than this home. But I did not have a room as homey as this."
Amelie lost her smile. "Father gave you an entire home to yourself?" Audrey gave Amelie a genuine nod. "Yes, but like I said, I was terribly lonely. But now I have you." Audrey smiled and Amelie just turned for her bed. "Will you be staying in here?"
Audrey beat Amelie to the bed. She jumped onto it happily. "Yes! Won't it be fun?"
Amelie forced a small smile. "Of course."
-Present-
"At first the idea of having a sister, or anyone else for that matter, in my room disgusted me," Amelie growled, "But I warmed up to her eventually. When she would go away with Bishop, I would miss her terribly. Sure we had our silly spats over men and clothes, but we were always sisters in the end. When we were deemed grown women, per se, we still kept a close relationship. It was all fine until…"
"Until what?" William asked, completely caught up in the story.
"Until Bishop decided it was time to give us immortality."
William jotted this down on the note book, and looked up to vampire. "How?"
Amelie looked down. "By force…"
-1157, Paris, France-
Amelie came home from the gathering late. She didn't mean to stay so long… But Eric was so charming. It was almost midnight, and Audrey was expecting her. It was dangerous to be out anyway. People have been disappearing around town. She heard that a few had been found; dead.
She ran through a series of excuses as she opened the door to the estate Father had given her. Well, she paid for half. She wasn't that much a daddy's girl.
Amelie walked into the dark front room. She could smell the fire place from down the corridor. She set down the bag of fruit she had brought home from the party and followed the homey scent.
She could see the flicking light as she entered the living room. The room was completely dark except the fire place that gave the room an eerie glow. Why weren't the other torches lit?
She squinted and saw her Father sitting in the arm chair across from the sofa.
"Father?" Amelie asked, "What are you doing here? Where is Audrey?"
Bishop stood and stepped towards her, but said nothing. Amelie looked around. Then she saw a hand lying limp on the sofa. Amelie, not understanding the possible threat, took a step forward and looked over the couch.
She found Audrey.
She laid limp on the couch. He eyes closed and blouse bloody. Amelie choked for words. She just sprang forward to her sibling. "Audrey! No! Father! Call somebody! Summon help!" Amelie felt a heartbeat, but it was deathly slow. Bishop did nothing.
Amelie looked up, hot tears welling up in her eyes. "Father, what are you waiting for? Call a servant! Something! Please!"
Bishop licked the corner of his mouth and his eyes turned a dark crimson.
Amelie was immediately struck with fear. "F-father…?"
"Amelie, step away from your sister," he ordered.
"What happened to…" Bishop grew impatient and shoved her aside. Amelie hit the floor like a rag doll. She looked up. "Demon," she breathed. Amelie, assuming he was possessed, searched frantically for holy water. She normally kept some in the room for décor purposes.
"The correct term is vampire, kitten," Bishop's red eyes flickered to her before he bit his own wrist. Amelie caught a quick glance of a fang. Amelie backed up, still on the floor. "Vampire? The legends… they're…"
Bishop brought his bloody arm down. Amelie heard a small groan. "Audrey…" Amelie said, slowly getting to her feet, "What are you doing to her?"
Bishop smirked and looked to his daughter. "I'm giving her forever."
Amelie narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean? What's going on? Why are you doing this?"
"Don't you want to live forever, kitten?" Bishop mused, "This way, you can. Sure you have to survive off blood, but-"
"You," Amelie snarled, "You are responsible for those people's deaths!"
Bishop shrugged, his arm still down. "I might be over 200, but I still need to eat."
"200? How-"
"You're mother was human," he rolled his eyes, "vampires can procreate, Amelie."
Amelie gritted her teeth. "So our mother?"
"Dead."
Amelie felt like crawling up and crying, but she had to stand her ground, and face facts. Her father was a monster. A demon. Bishop lifted his arm and Audrey groaned again. Amelie was surprised as her Father's arm healed almost instantly.
That's when he started to walked towards her. Amelie stepped back. "Stay back," she growled.
"Kitten…"
"And stop calling me that!" Amelie broke into a run for the door, but Bishop was faster. He was in front of her in a flash. Amelie's breath quickened. Her heart was beating so fast. She had never been this afraid in her life. Amelie was ready to shove past him, but the vampire grabbed her wrists and spun her around so she hit the wall behind him.
Amelie kicked him in the shin as hard as she could. Bishop just growled and moved his hand to her throat.
Amelie coughed for air. She was forced to stare right into his scarlet eyes. "Sleep, kitten," he hissed, "You'll thank me later."
-Present-
"That's all I remember about that," Amelie breathed, "I woke up with a bad headache and an awful hunger."
William had jotted down everything. "Whoa. That's… incredible. Did Bishop just leave you and your sister?"
"He took Audrey, but not me. He left me behind. Like a child, I was forced to fend for myself. And then I met Oliver."
"Oliver?"
"You will be speaking with him and another friend of mine later tonight," Amelie said, standing up, "I called you down here for the sole purpose to listen and record, understand?"
William nodded. "So, is that it? Don't you want to explain about your town?"
Amelie sighed and sat back down. "I created Morganville because I wanted to see if vampires and humans could live with each other in peace. So far, it has been going pretty well. Oliver would state otherwise, however. The End."
"What about the middle?"
Amelie's eyelids lowered. "I have been almost everywhere around the world, which is how I met my two friends. Well, I might not call them friends now. Well, one maybe but- never mind. You will speak with both of them tonight," Amelie stood again, "Please don't judge him. He's what you might say… an oddball."
And with that, the woman left.
William stashed the papers into his folder. This story was incredible. And all true! If he could prove it, he would be a legend!