Interview With Two Vampires And One Fey…..Still Continued!

Forty-five minutes later, Ambrose returned triumphant with his mug of steaming hot water in hand. He sat on his assigned seat on the couch. “All right! Next question!”

“Ah! So much enthusiasm! Who can make you smile no matter how bad you feel?”

“Barbara.” Ambrose took a sip of his drink. “She knows how to pull me out of my worst panic attacks and I love her for it.”

“Robin.” Isellta said. “And Jay.”

Ingrid raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Is this a love triangle?”

“Love…triangle?” Isellta mulled it over. “Tri…angle. Three angles. Three lines.” He tilted his head. “I’m not sure I understand?”

“She’s asking if you’re in a romantic relationship with Robin and Jay.” Ambrose took another sip. “mmm. Hot water really is the best.”

Isellta shook his head. “Jay loves me and I love him, but it isn’t like how I love Robin. Jay is my dear friend. He took care of me when I was most alone. He showed me kindness and compassion.”

Robin smoothed his hand through Isellta’s blond hair. “I ain’t so sure why you stuck with me when you had someone good like him.”

“Because my heart doesn’t belong with him. It belongs with you. It always has.”

“Mmm.” Ingrid licked her lips. “I’d love to dig deeper into all of this but I have twenty-two more questions to get through. So, let’s have quick lightning round! Say the first thing that comes to mind: What is one thing you always carry with you?”

“Wedding ring.” Ambrose said.

“Cell phone.” Robin said.

“Um, my wings?”

“Close enough. Who is one person you would never ever want to see again? Why?”

“Mark Caten. Hate him.”

“Olessa Caten. She gave me this scar.”

“Queen Preyuna of the Fey.” Isellta shuddered. “I don’t want to say why.”

“What, to you, is the worst way to die?” Ingrid asked.

“Alone.” Ambrose said. “Alone and helpless.”

Robin shuddered. “I was gonna say staked, but Am’rose’s answer’ better. I’ll go with his.”

“There’s only one way for a fey to die. So, I don’t really know if this counts.”

“Try me.” Ingrid said.

“Having my soul eaten by nae bi shas.”

Ingrid’s eyes widened. “That sounds amazingly bad.”

He nodded.

She smiled. “But that’s clearly as far as your gonna answer that one. So, you can bring one person back to life. Who would you choose and why?”

Ambrose looked down at his drink. “I inadvertently caused someone’s death. I would bring him back to life.”

“My dad. My real dad. I miss him. I know my mom misses him too.”

Isellta frowned. “I can’t think of anyone.”

“Intriguing answers, but carrying on! Is it easy to admit when you’ve made a mistake?”

Ambrose smiled. “This will probably surprise you, but yes.”

Robin shrugged. “Might take me a while to realize my mistake, but yeah. It’s easy enough, I guess.”

“Yes.” Isellta said and he left it at that.

“Is it easy for you to truly forgive others?”

“No.” Ambrose and Robin said in unison.

“I don’t know. It all depends on whether it’s my fault or not.”

“You’re on your death bed. Who do you want by your side?”

“Vampires don’t get the luxury of death bed scenes. Every vampire faces the same death Stake through the heart. If they’re lucky enough, their loved one will be with them. But very few vampires have that luck.” Ambrose took another sip of his drink. “Of course, with all that said, if I weren’t a vampire—”

“You’d be freakin’ heck old.”

Ambrose bonked Robin’s head again.


“As I was going to say, I would want the following people at my death bed: Barbara, Robin, Isellta, Sarah, and Raven.”

“Darned long answer. I’d want Isellta, Ambrose, Raven, my mom, Brian, and Kalyla.”

“Robin, Jay, Maelin, Ambrose, Raven, Hank, and Dave.” Isellta’s wings flittered. “I guess Queen Preyuna would have to be there too.”

“Over my freakin’ staked body!”

Isellta smiled at Robin.

“Your childhood bully has grown up to be a philanthropist. Do you praise him and give to his cause? Or do you turn a shoulder to him and scoff?”

Ambrose smiled. “Like I said before, I had a happy childhood. Good, caring parents. No bullies. No childhood traumas besides the expected small ones that don’t really count at all.”

“No bullies in my life either. So, I’m passin’ on this one.”

Isellta rubbed his fingertip on Robin’s fingernails. “I don’t know what I’d do.”

“Interesting answer. Who would you want to raise your child if you die unexpectedly?”




“Do you suffer from a reoccurring nightmare? If so, what happens in it?”

“I have nightmares, but they vary. Sometimes it’s snow falling on me. I’m hungry and cold and the snow keeps falling on me.”

“A masked woman cuts my eye.” A haunted expression came over Robin’s face. “And it ain’t the eye that’s already all ruined. It’s my good eye. She cuts through it. My world becomes a blur. She laughs as I scream. She freakin’ laughs as I bleed.”

Isellta leaned his head against Robin’s shoulder. “I don’t want to talk about mine.” he said softly.

Robin’s expression cleared. He wrapped his arm around Isellta. “Then, don’t.”

“Okay, Robin.”

Ingrid quickly finished writing. “What do you notice first about a person?”

“Hair. I don’t know why, but I like women with naturally curly hair. I even think that wavy hair is pretty.”


“Lines. Perfectly shaped lines.”

Robin felt surprised. “Even me?”

“Especially you. All of your lines make sense.” He smiled shyly. “Even when you do not.”

“Do you find it difficult to praise others?”



“Why would I? That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Which color do you feel looks best on you?”

“Navy blue.”

“Light blue or whate’er.”

“Black. It makes my wings almost invisible.”

“What’s your drink of choice?”

Ambrose smirked. “Do you really want to find out?”

She blushed and quickly jumped to the next question, “Which parent do you take after more, if you know your parents?”

“I’d say I’m a lot like my dad in small ways.”

Robin shrugged. “Ain’t really somethin’ I think about.”

Isellta smiled reminiscently. “My da. At least, I hope I do.”

“What quality about your parent do you admire? Abhor?”

“I loved my parents. They were good people. They raised me to be the best I could be. It’s my own fault that I turned out the way I did.”

Robin rubbed the side of Isellta’s opposite arm. “Dad died when I was just a shrimpy kid. So, my mom had to raise me. I know I weren’t all that easy. But she stuck with me. And when I came outta the closet to her, she didn’t go rejectin’ me. I’ll always admire her for that. Couldn’t have been no easy thing for her to hear me say. But she accepted me as I am. Ain’t nothin’ to abhor ’bout her.”

“I mattered to my da. He never once said, ‘I love you’ but I never expected him to. But he showed me that he cared in all of those small ways that matter. My mother…I don’t abhor anything about her. I just wanted to make her happy and I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. But it wasn’t her fault.”

“Dumb stupid fey.” Robin kissed Isellta’s head. “How could she not love you?”

“Very easily.”

Ingrid looked over her remaining list of questions. “Oh! We’re down to the last six. How about we take another break and then power through the rest?”

“Sounds freakin’ good to me.” Robin said.

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