Today we are continuing our interview with Prince Răzvan about being a vampire.
Răzvan: (laughs) Susan, what do you want to know?
Susan: What is it like?
Răzvan: Wow, the age-old question. I can honestly say it depends on who you are inside.
I was made a vampire by King Max Vander Meer of New York. He admired my talents on the battlefield as a soldier and made me his son.
I had been a prince in my human life, but as the seventh son nothing much is going to happen for you. That’s why I was a soldier.
But being Max’s son is endless adventure. Through him, I inherited a new family like my brothers and sister. I mainly keep in touch David and Noblesse. David is the Captain of the Arnhem Knights of New York and keeps law and order among the vampires of New York. The book about David is The Stormy Love Life of Laura Cordelais. He does like to be in every book though.
My sister Noblesse was killed at the Siege of the Bastille. She was a French patriot. Father was so impressed with her, that he carried her away as she was dying and made her his daughter. She rules New York when he is away. She is gifted in business and languages.
If you have family or friends as a vampire, you are likely to have a busy life. Noblesse has gone to college several times and earned various degrees. David also involves himself with the Supernatural Council of the city representing Father.
My father is actually the Vampire King of Romania, but he’s seldom here, so I rule. I assist supernaturals who wish to lead a more normal/human type life. I give loans to small startup businesses. I invest. Keep up with my humans and supernatural friends.
Susan: Wow. You do keep busy. I thought that you were like hiding from the sun in a crypt somewhere during the day and skulking out victims at night.
Răzvan: (laughs) Susan, did you just stereotype me? All vampires are not the same.
Susan: I’m learning that.
Răzvan: Let me share a peek into my past, so that you will know how my life is different. Here is a quote from The Vampire with a Blanket of Stars. Friends as well as family are very important! By the way, Strigoi means vampire in Romanian.
The storm howled as he flew like an arrow into its heart. Răzvan let the winds propel him forward to the woods and the tree where they had stood together.
No trace of the Roma camp remained. The snow flew fiercely in his face. Any tracks were filled in. He transformed into a wolf with nose to the ground. No scent of them, of her, and he desperately needed to find her. Every part of him ached. Just beneath his eyelids, he recalled her image and the way she moved and hugged him. Leaping through the snow, he went to where the wagons had been. No trace lingered now that would lead him to believe they were more than a fevered dream. Howling out his anguish,
Răzvan rushed and made ever-widening circles. Nothing but a frozen wilderness assaulted his senses.
Jumping up, he was the raven once more. Gaining altitude even with the storm, his keen eyes looked for them as he circled from above. Nothing. His heart broke and he felt the cold creep in. Despair gripped him.
Time passed and finally, he flew until he recognized the familiar shadows of a village beneath him and an inn. Dipping down, he landed behind the barn and transformed. Minutes later he pounded on the inn door.
“Who calls at such a terrible hour?” The innkeeper trembled on the other side of the door, grasping a rusted sword.
“Răzvan Forţă. I have returned and need shelter for the night.”
The heavy door was pulled open. The innkeeper’s wife peered around her wide husband.
“My Prince, please, come in. Liana, quickly bring him something warm to drink. This way, my
Prince.” Toma led him to a large chair in front of the waning fire of the empty main room. The innkeeper added fuel, and the flames roared once more to life.
“Has a girl come here? A gypsy girl?”
“No, my Prince.”
“She is my fiancée, and we became separated.
You would not have turned her away because she is a gypsy, would you?”
Toma shook his head. “No, Liana, has a kind heart. We would have opened our door readily to her in this storm.”
The innkeeper’s wife handed him a warmed pint.
Răzvan was surprised to find brandy touch his lips.
He drank deep until it was done and returned the cup.
“Thank you for the brandy.”
“I am sorry, my Prince, that we did not have a fine glass to serve it in.”
“It was perfect. Now if you will, save me a room. I must go back outside in case she is anywhere near. I half expected to see her here.”
“You can’t go back out there now. Wolves are howling in the distance,” Liana said.
“They don’t scare me.”
Toma gathered his wife by the arm to hurry her into the kitchen. In a whisper, he said, “Strigoi are not afraid of wolves. No creature of the wood would stand against the Prince.”
“How long have you known?”
They both turned toward the kitchen table, where Răzvan now sat on a stool.
“Don’t be afraid. I will not harm you. I never have.”
Liana sat on the stool on the far end of the table. “I saw one of your men cut a cow in our barn. He dripped the blood into a flask. Then he licked the wound, and it healed as if it never was.”
“I thank you for the use of your cows from time to time. How long ago did you see this?”
“Years ago now, and we noticed that the Prince and his men never change, always young,” Liana said.
“Hush, wife.” Toma hugged his wife protectively to his side.
Răzvan heard the concern in Toma’s voice. “So for all these years, you have known what we were and protected us?”
“We have,” she said. Toma covered her mouth with his hand.
Smiling, Răzvan shook his head. “Do not fear me. You have been good and honest friends. I want to give you a gift.”
They sat down at the table opposite him.
“We don’t need any additional money, my Prince. You have paid for the room many times over.”
“No, this is a sacred gift, because you are my friends. May I have your hands? It will not hurt. It’s the smallest bite, and then I will always be able to track you. If you are ever in danger, call my name in your mind, and I will come to you no matter where you are.”
Toma extended his hand. Răzvan took it in his palm. Quickly he licked the fleshy part below his thumb and bit just enough to touch blood to his fangs. He licked again, and Toma watched the two small holes heal in seconds.
Liana held out her hand, and Răzvan did the same. “It didn’t hurt at all.” She smiled touching the place where he bit her.
Răzvan smiled. “You will never be harmed by me or my men.”
Susan: You gave these friends the gift of your protection.
Răzvan: (smiles without showing his fangs) They protected me all of my life. Why not? Love is more than between a life mates. We have many opportunities to love others and also accept love. Speaking about love, let’s talk about our contest, Susan.
Susan: I will be giving away a signed copy of The Vampire with a Blanket of Stars to one lucky commenter. Tell me why you need Prince Răzvan in your life.
Be sure to comment on every post of mine you visit. Five visits is like five times your name will go in the hat. The contest ends when The Romance Studio’s party ends. I will post the winner the next day.
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