Storms of Fire & Gold

"Mr. Lorcan, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to talk with you."

"The pleasure is all mine, madam, and please, call me Nikolas," he responded, voice smooth as silk.

I smiled. "As you wish, Nikolas."

He guided me to the living room, where we sat down on beautifully-crafted chairs. I couldn't help but to admire the high-quality furniture and dark antiques in the room.

"Might we start the interview?" I asked, snapping back to the current situation.

"Of course," he answered, never taking his eyes off of me.

"Name?" I asked, pulling my writing pad and pen out of my satchel.

"Nikolas Damien Lorcan."

I repeated his name, earning a flash of interest in his eyes. I continued, "Age?"

"284," He responded. My pen slowed, and I confirmed his date of birth.

"Now on to the more entertaining part of this interview, Nikolas. Why do you claim to be a vampire?"

"Because I am, and I wouldn't lie to you, my dear," he smiled. A glint behind his eye made my hand twitch.

"Are you harmed by the sun? Can you turn into a bat?"

He laughed, the sound strong and confident and going straight through me. "I am weakened by the sun, yes, but I think you have been reading too many stories."

"Yes, w-well..." I stuttered, a feeling of unease rising in me. "What do you eat?"

"Meat. Raw, but usually blood will sustain me. Animal is fine, but human is the best."

I looked up from my pad of paper. Chills ran up my spine as goosebumps appeared on my arms. He was still staring into my eyes. I hadn't seen him blink this entire time... and his posture was impossibly perfect.

I swallowed nervously, the lump of spit almost sticking in my dry throat. My legs had a mind of their own and stood.

"Perhaps we should start to finish. It is getting late." I tried to move away.

"You want to leave so soon? The night has just began, my dear." He smiled a wicked smile.

I blinked and he was suddenly in front of me, causing me to stumble back out of shock. Before I could his the ground, I felt his arms wrap around me.

He pulled me against his darkly-clothed chest and I could feel the cold of his hands seeping through my clothing.

I tried to speak, but there was something that had me caught in his gaze. His eyes of storm grey began showing spots of molten lava and warm gold. I couldn't look away from the mesmerizing sight.

He started to move out of my field of vision and I couldn't stop myself from shouting. "No! Don't leave, please."

He chuckled. "My darling. After 284 years, I will no longer be alone, and you get to be my lucky bride."

"What?" I breathed out, before I felt a quick, sharp pain in my neck.

We sealed the night with a bloody kiss, then, darkness.