Hi everyone! I am well aware that FanFiction respects the works of Ann Rice thus this story might not even make it to publishing. Though I never read Ms. Rice book I watched the 1994 movie "Interview with the Vampire" and based my story on the script that is available to the public. I do acknowledge that the main idea is not mine, nor the characters are mine. I simply am just playing with words and ideas to see what else I can create - sorta like adding onto something that is already great to make it just as enjoyable.

A small bare room, illuminated by the only streetlight coming through the window, blended with the thousands of lights in the Los Angeles block.

A strong hand presses a black cassette into a recorder and fiddles with a small microphone.

A young boy dressed in a plaid T-shirt and dark blue jeans sits over at the small table at the center of the apartments fiddling with the tape. He looks to the person standing across the room, by the window, looking out on the street, with their back to the boy sitting at the table.

"So you want me to tell you the story of my life…" says the figure standing by the window.

The boy at the table began to answer, "That's what I do. I interview people. I collect lives. Some of them even make it to being on my Robarazzi page on TheSlap! I just interviewed a genuine hero, a cop who -" but was quietly interrupted.

"You'd have to have a lot of tape for my story. I've had a very unusual life."

The boy smiles widely and pats his bag, "So much the better. I've got a pocket full of tapes."

"I know you didn't just follow me here, didn't you?" The figure tentatively states.

"Well, besides having to work on our project for Sikowitz class, no. But I saw you in the street outside. We haven't spoken much, but you seemed interesting and I'd like to get to know you better. So yes, I followed and I assume this is where you live?" The boy with glasses answered honestly.

"It's just a room…" the person now turned to stare at the classmate.

Feeling the atmosphere become awkward, the boy begins in a playful tone, "So shall we begin?" He pressed the red button that read REC. "I'll start.. My name is Robbie Shappiro, I am a student at Hollywood Arts. See simple. Just state your name and what do you do?"

The person moved closer to the table and pulled up the chair to sit in front of Robbie. She took in a shaky breath and spoke, "My name is Victoria Melissa Vega and I'm a vampire."

Robbie laughed, "See? I knew you were interesting. You mean this literally, I take it?"

Victoria was taken aback, shouldn't he be a little bit shocked? "Absolutely. I was watching you watching me for the past week. I was waiting for you in the hallway after Sikowitz class and then you began to speak to me."

"Well, what a lucky break for me huh," Robbie smirks.

"Perhaps lucky for both of us." Victoria smiles. Leaning in closer, Victoria begins, "I'll tell you my story. All of it. I'd like to do that very much. I trust you, Robbie."

Now uneasy, Robbie cautiously questions, "Look Tori, mind if I call you that? Tori, were you going to kill me? Drink my blood?"

What's the point in lying. "Yes but you needn't worry about that now. Things change."

Robbie lost it completely. He knew this was a front, there was no way this chic could keep up this act unless she was a really good actress. "You believe this, don't you? That you're a vampire? You really think -"

"Ugh please, Robbie. We can't begin this way. Let me turn on the light." Tori says as she stands to turn on the lamp.

As Tori walks away Robbie leans back into his chair confused. "But I thought vampires didn't like the light."

"On contrary my friend. We love it. I only wanted to prepare you." Tori pulls the cord on the lamp.

Her face appears inhumanly white with few veins being faintly visible along her forehead and cheek. Her hazel eyes glittering in a ghastly way. Robbie couldn't believe what was in front of him. Nah, this is a joke. There is no way.

"Don't be frightened. I want… I need this opportunity." Tori says turning the dimmer switch to 30% and taking a seat in front of Robbie again in the blink of an eye.

"Ho-how did you do that?" Robbie asks bewildered, pushing his glases up the bridge of his nose.

Tori shrugged. "The same way you do it. A series of simple gestures. Only I moved too fast for you to see me do it. I'm flesh and blood but not human. I haven't been human for two hundred years."

Robbie is speechless. A bit frightened yet enthralled. This is the first time where he is stumped at leading an interview.

"What can I do to put you at ease?" Tori continues when she sees how stuck Robbie is. "Shall we begin like David Copperfield? I am born, I grow up. Oh! Or shall we begin when I was born to darkness... At least that's what I call it. I think that's where we should start, don't you think?"

Robbie is not having it. "You seriously aren't lying to me, are you?"

"Why should I lie?" Tori rebuked. "1813 was the year it all happened. I was eighteen - roughly the same age as you are now right?" Robbie nodded.

"But times were different then. I was a woman at that age. Daughter to the master of a large plantation in Alabama. I had a fiancee which I was madly in love with - he was the man of my dreams, he made me happy. But the war broke out and we were caught int he crosshairs. Louis, my fiancee, was sent to aid the military and was injured during a battle. My parents were shot and killed in our land."