Bitten...

It appears to me that there is a connection between the type of bite a vampire leaves and the perception of that author’s class of vampires. That is to say, I feel that there is a strong correlation between violence and character image in un-dead fiction. 


Take for example, Lestat. For those of you who haven’t read the Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice, Lestat is the devilish hero torn between good and evil. He is suave and charming, handsome to a fault, and the reason many teens have turned wholeheartedly to occult fiction. He is not seen as the disgusting creature of early vampire lore, instead he becomes the bench mark for later vampire heroes. When Lestat drinks from his victims, it is an erotic event, two sharp fangs piercing the flesh without spilling a drop, while locked in his embrace. Yes, there are times where he is cruel and vicious, but these are always countered either by his later repentance or egotism. 


But in other instances, like Nosferatu and 30 Days of Night, the damage is far greater. Sometimes we see throats ripped out, blood left gushing all over the scene and the vampires themselves are seen as truly savage beasts, only fit for extinction. Many of the earlier vampire fiction and films contained these ideas, but today we lean more towards vampires such as Lestat and Edward Cullen…our vampiric heartthrobs. 


Personally, I believe it is an asset to occult literature to be able to portray them in either light. The dual nature leaves much more scope for inspiration, and besides, its nice to have a little scare now and again. 

Apologies...

I would like to take this time to apologise to my followers, old and new, for being absent for so long. Unfortuanately, I was unable to access the internet for some time and with other responsibilities, I allowed my blog to fall to the wayside. This will not happen in the future, so stay posted for the next blog!

Forever?

I was walking home alone through the twilight streets, my mind wandering and at the same time focusing on the atmospheres around me, pondering the significance of an imposing building or silhouetted tree, when it suddenly came to me with the speed and clarity of an oncoming meteor. I know why we are so perpetually obsessed with vampires and their immortality. It’s so simple, so blaringly obvious that I really want to kick myself for the stupidity of not becoming aware of this sooner, (excuse the clichés!).

It is our desperate desire for freedom that makes immortality so appealing. Standing alone, immortality is a raw deal. Watching everyone we love die? No thanks. But the vampire’s immortality is attractive. Why?

They are outcasts with incredible strength that cannot die. Vampire’s can do everything we can’t. We are mortal; we have to work hard to build up what we have in the little time allocated us. Vampires on the other hand don’t have to follow the norm and be a part of society. They can just forget the social norms and experience the world. Don’t get a job, steal the cash. Don’t buy a plane ticket, fly there, run there. Don’t wait for love, make them immortal too. You get the picture. (Again excuse the cliché!). They can view the world in a way that we cannot, after all they have all the time in the world for every tiny experience known to man. And some that aren’t.

Vampires have the power, the strength, the FREEDOM to do whatever they want. Everything that we can’t, it's what makes them so desirable.

Goodies!

Hi all!

Just a quick post to let you guys know about a great competition i've seen. It's the "Ultimate Vampire Collection" with lots of vampire related goodies to give away if you win. Check it out!

http://www.ukprize.co.uk/Free-UK-Prize-Draw/124/The-Ultimate-Vampire-Competition.html?t=fbVampire-BeingHuman

What would you do?

To begin, I would like to say a quick hello to everyone out there who may be reading my blog, as this is the start of many posts to come. I'm an as yet unpublished writer working on the initial draft of my very first novel, about...you guessed it....Vampires!
Imagine you were to wake up one night in the morgue, trapped inside the cold chamber in one of those metal drawers dead bodies are stored in. You have no memory of how you got there or even where you are. What do you do? What does it feel like to be trapped in such a small, confined space?