Interview with a Vampire

Since I forgot the blog I had planned to post today on my computer at work, I decided to invite a character from one of my books to say hello.  Lucien St. Albans is featured as a supporting actor in Tony-Paul Vissage's Night Man Cometh. which I am currently reading.  So here's Lucien:

My name is Lucien St. Albans, and I am a vampire.  In fact, I am Chief Councilor of the ruling council of our race, and I am the most powerful vampire in the world.  That said, I should introduce myself further.  I was born in Rome when Caesars ruled and Centurions marched.  I was in the crowd when Jesus was crucified.  Over centuries, I have been many things and am at the moment a lecturer in Medieval History at Oxford.  Evening classes of course.

What I haven’t been is the main character in one of Linda Nightingale’s books.  She and I are both in love with our handsome pianist Morgan D’Arcy, but he has his own novel, and he has been in love with his Isabeau since she screamed her first breath.  I am the villain in Sinners Opera.  I admit that I play the villain quite well.

 She gave me free rein in Black Swan , her—how does she describe it?—oh, yes, a spicy vampire story.  Ladies, I’m the spice.  I had Carol on go until Tristan returned from his hiatus in America.

 Do you know what Black Swans are?  Mortals who willingly submit to us to enjoy the euphoria of the Kiss.
Since mind-reading is one of our powers, I know that people have asked her to write my book.  Perhaps, if I charm you, she’ll be persuaded to do so.  She has the title for another Morgan novel.  I am a supporting actor in Morning of the Night.   Since people are so visual in today’s world, I have included a photo.

From Black Swan:

Carol looked up, halted, gripping the rail. She’d never seen the godlike creature standing regally at the top of the stairs, one long, elegant hand resting on the head of a stone lion. He radiated power—and arrogance. Straight, thick hair, black and soft as the country night, washed over his shoulders. He was so intense, so handsome that the people greeting him faded to ghosts. Lisa captured her hand to pull her along. When they mounted the step beside him, black eyes captured Carol's and, in one fluttering heartbeat, the stranger had taken the measure of her soul. He didn’t smile or hold her gaze long enough to mesmerize, yet Carol felt wobbly on her feet—and enthralled. For a moment, she actually forgot Tristan.

 I shall leave you with one request.  Convince Linda to write my book. 

Most sincerely yours,

Lucien

PS.  Visit Linda’s web site: http://www.lindanightingale.com.  By link for Black Swan is http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=advanced_search_result&search_in_description=1&keyword=linda+nightingale&x=0&y=0