- 963 years old
- Blond hair
- Blue eyes
- In a relationship
- Bartender at Nocturnal Surrender
- Nothing Lasts Forever
- Nocturnal Surrender
- Midnight Confessions
- Note: Bastian will also be in the rest of The Nocturnal Surrender Series books but won’t be a main character again until the final novel, which is untitled at this point.
A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words:
Interview with the Vampire Bastian:
Note: This interview is similar to the one from Paranormal Cravings, but this version has some things removed and many others added.
Bastian kindly agreed to sit down with me to do this interview. I explained that we would be going over some standard questions so everyone could get to know him better, but I had to compromise with him a little.
The only way he would do this was if he could be himself. I’ll warn everyone now; he has a bit of a dirty mouth sometimes. He promised to try toning it down, but we’ll see…
Lorraine: Okay, let’s get started with some simple questions.
Bastian crossed his arms, those massive biceps bulging out from under the tight sleeves of his black T-shirt, and rolled his eyes.
Bastian: Let’s just get this over with.
I sighed. This was going to be a long interview with that attitude of his.
Lorraine: Can you tell everyone your name, please?
Bastian: It’s Bastian Evanko—and don’t even think of calling me Bastard Evanko. You don’t want to piss me off.
Yep, we were off to a great start. I could only imagine how this might end.
Lorraine: And what’s your occupation?
Bastian: I’m a bartender at my brother’s sanguinarian nightclub, Nocturnal Surrender.
Lorraine: Could you tell us what species you are?
Bastian’s eyes grew wide and he bared his fangs as his irises shifted from blue to silver.
Bastian: What’s it look like?
Just when I thought he might try using those daggers in his mouth, he sat back and laughed.
Bastian: Seriously, what kind of question was that? You know I’m a vampire. Hell, that’s what you made me.
Lorraine: Remember, Bastian, this interview is for the readers. These are questions they need answered so they can decide if they want to spend some time with you or not.
Bastian: I still think this was a stupid idea. I don’t know how I let you talk me into it. I don’t have time for all this. I have to plot my revenge. I have a pretty little psychotherapist to kill, remember?
Lorraine: Way to score points. You could at least let everyone know you only want revenge because your fiancée was murdered two hundred years ago.
Bastian: I don’t owe anyone an explanation. Fu—
I held up my hand, trying to cut him off before he went too far. Thankfully, it worked.
Lorraine: Why don’t we get back to the questions?
When he nodded, I continued.
Lorraine: How old are you?
Bastian: Close to a thousand years old, but I’m not doing the math to figure out the exact number. I couldn’t even keep track when I was mortal.
Lorraine: How tall are you?
Bastian: Six foot two, I think. And I really don’t get what difference that makes.
I shot him a glare. He apparently got the point because he waved his hand for me to go on. I wanted to ask him why he was still vamped out, but I thought better of it.
Then without warning, he snatched the list of questions from me.
Bastian: Well, this just gets better, doesn’t it? Fine, here we go. Hair color: Blond. Eyes: Blue. Identifying physical marks…
He looked up at me then grinned mischievously.
Bastian: I don’t have any, but I could put a set of marks on you.
Lorraine: Uh, no. You can’t. You promised your girlfriend, Nicole, you wouldn’t feed on anyone other than her.
Time to change the subject.
Lorraine: Who would play you in a movie?
He sat up in his seat and laughed then leered at me for a minute.
Bastian: Why don’t you tell me? You already have someone in mind, and I honestly think he could do the job. He has the build to match mine—and the hair.
I clenched my fists and tried to burn a hole through him with my eyes.
Lorraine: You need to stay the fu—
I cleared my throat, relaxed my hands, and took a deep breath.
Lorraine: You promised not to listen to my thoughts.
He chuckled, obviously getting a kick out of my temporary loss of composure.
Bastian: Come on. It was only for this. I didn’t think you’d mind on something so simple. Now tell everyone who you see playing me. Please.
Wow, a powerful vampire begging is quite sexy—even if he is just teasing. Shit. I hoped he wasn’t listening to my thoughts anymore. Unfortunately, the smirk on his face said he was.
Lorraine: Fine. I see Chris Hemsworth with his Thor look portraying you. Happy now?
His smile melted most of the residual anger I had.
Lorraine: It’s time for some rapid-fire questions. I’ll give you two options and you choose which you prefer.
I didn’t wait for him to agree.
Day or Night: Night, of course.
Single or Taken: Definitely taken. Sorry ladies.
Cat or Dog: Well, dogs have more blood, so—
Lorraine: That’s not what I meant. Let’s just skip that one.
I’d forgotten he spent two hundred years in exile as a punishment and was only allowed to feed on animals during that time. I really feel bad for everything I put him through in his first book, but I have no intention of bringing that up with the mood he’s in.
Gun or Knife: Neither. My fangs are my weapons of choice.
Upper body or Lower body: You really want me to choose between tits and pus—
I cut him off quickly.
Blonde or Brunette: Ah, Nicole has the most beautiful long dark hair.
Down town or Nature: Nature. I do miss Montana.
Love or Sex: Sex…with love. Is there a right answer here? Why do I feel like that’s a loaded question?
Lorraine: Maybe you’re just paranoid.
Bacon and eggs or Pancakes: Who doesn’t love bacon? Hell, I barely eat much human food and I love it. I can do without the eggs and pancakes, though.
Lips or Neck: Neck then lips. Or maybe that was lips then neck. But if I had to choose just one, you know I need the neck.
Dead or Alive: None of this undead bullshit. I am very much alive, thank you.
Lorraine: Okay, just a few more questions and we’ll be finished then you can—
Bastian: It’s about time. I haven’t fed in a while and your neck is starting to look very appetizing.
Lorraine: Why on earth wouldn’t you feed before coming here for this interview?
Bastian: If you must know, I was busy with Nicole—know what I mean? I try not to feed on her more than twice a week, and I didn’t have time to get back home and grab something.
Lorraine: Okay then. We’ll try to hurry this along. Do you have any special talents, anything interesting you’d like to share about yourself? Oh, and keep it clean. We can all imagine how talented you are in certain areas.
Bastian: You really know how to take all the fun out of this, don’t you? Fine, besides those skills, I write song lyrics and sing with my friend’s band sometimes. I’m probably one of the best computer hackers in the world thanks to all that time in isolation with nothing better to do. Oh, and before my fiancée was killed, I took out a houseful of vamp Hunters alone—even after being shot and staked. You should have seen how I snatched the sword and sliced off—
Lorraine: I don’t think anyone wants to hear that story right now, and if they do, they’ll go find your first book, Nothing Lasts Forever, and read it for themselves. But now, let’s move on to your book, Midnight Confessions. It seems Nicole really caused all sorts of upheaval in your life just by popping by for a surprise visit. What were you thinking when you decided to confess your secret to her?
Bastian: Basically I was thinking, oh shit, here we go again. The last thing I wanted was to put my trust in another woman only to have her tear my heart out by betraying me. No, scratch that. The last thing I wanted was to put Nicole’s life in danger and have her end up dead like Elise.
He lowered his head and sat silent for a moment. I respected him, giving him time to grieve. Even after two hundred years, there was no mistaking his love for Elise. When he looked back to me, he sighed and nodded for me to continue.
Lorraine: You’ve been pulled into this brewing war between vampires and Hunters, and your brother Donovan is right there in the middle of it all, too. What do you think might happen?
Bastian: Hell if I know. If the Hunters’ attack ends up being as massive as Donovan’s research shows it might, I’d say vamps’ days are numbered. The worst part is, if they would let me use my hacking skills to help, we’d be able to find out a lot more and maybe stop this before it’s too late. But no… I’m too reckless to trust. Well fu—
Lorraine: Okay, Bastian. Just calm down. You can’t do anything about it right now. If you really think about it, though, maybe you’d be better off putting your energy into figuring out a way to convince them they need your help rather than plotting revenge.
The glare he shot me nearly knocked me back in my chair.
Bastian: There is no fucking way I will not avenge Elise so get that out of your head right now.
He crossed his arms again and huffed, staring at me as if I’d lost my mind. I wanted to tell him another innocent death wouldn’t change things but doubted it would make a difference—other than to piss him off more. I said the only other thing I could think of.
Lorraine: What about Nicole?
Bastian: Now you sound like Donovan. Look, Nicole knows what I am. She knows I’m a killer. There’s no taking that out of a vamp, and I’m damn happy there isn’t. She either loves me for me or we don’t have a chance. I can’t change who I am or what I am.
Sounded like an excuse to me. Maybe it was time to wrap this up.
Lorraine: Well, that’s all the questions I have for you, but before you leave, is there anything else you want people to know about you?
Bastian: I’m not really such a bad guy. I just want to be treated with respect and to be loved for—no, in spite of—who and what I am. I’ve had enough heartache in my life. I don’t know if I can handle another betrayal. But I do know one thing; I will have my retribution.
With that, Bastian stood, bowed, and left—still vamped out. Maybe he hadn’t shifted his eyes and teeth back to normal because he was angry and hungry.
I’d never admit this to him, but I wouldn’t have minded if he bit me. That is one sexy vampire. Granted he’s a little twisted, but he’s been through a lot. I’m sure he’ll grow over time.
Does anyone have any thoughts or questions about Bastian—even if you wanted to ask Bastian to answer? Any questions about the series or my versions of vampires? What do you think of Chris Hemsworth as Bastian? Lastly, would you let Bastian bite you?