And so I continue with Anne Rice, this time it being “Vittorio, the Vampire” (New Tales of Vampires 2; ISBN 0099271095; 339p.; Goodreads) book. Which is apparently the last book in New Tales of Vampires, and Vittorio himself is not someone I recognized at all, thus it felt fresh. Maybe that’s the reason I still like Blackwood Farm the best – Quinn is no longer on the radar after the two books that revolved around him, more or less. The Romeo and Juliet bits redeemed the less interesting stuff in this one, since, again, it just felt different from the already seemingly stamped books in the Chronicles.
Vittorio is a young Italian, writing his story, if I am not mistaken, on his own, without David’s beckoning or presence.
In the dark of the night came a tall dark stranger, demanding his father to pay what was due. His father, being filthy rich, refused with outrage, and soon whole household found themselves on alert, barricading the home, hiding. For the dark figure would not be refused, and no gold or pleas would persuade him. It’s blood he’s after, and he’ll have it.
The story spins around Vittorio as the sole survivor of his family, out for vengeance and vampire blood. Tricked and toyed with he looks like one of those Young Adult book characters, a young warrior with no more than a sword against the darkest forces pits of hell could produce. How funny and delightful it seemed that he’d spare a vampire, believing her fair, fragile, and incapable of intended malice. I must give this book 4 out of 5, and then I’d give a whole five if not some hiccups that I hate in every book. This one’s good tho, in its own way.