Yes, I am going to admit it for all of the world to see. I have a vampire addiction. I will watch anything vampire related. It started many years ago when I discovered Interview with the Vampire, by Anne Rice. I have read every single one of her vampire chronicles. Alright, alright, I own them as well. I have memorized the movie adaptation of Interview with the Vampire and will often say the lines along with the actors when I watch the movie. Don’t even ask how many times I have seen it, you really don’t want to know.
I have yet to read the Sookie Stackhouse novels, or the Twilight series but you can bet they are on my radar. At this point, I have watched all of True Blood and have even obsessively watched them in rerun, trying desperately to get my fix until the new season starts. I have a HUGE HUGE HUGE thing for Eric. I just love the whole cool and deadpan vampire routine that he does. I have even caught myself randomly singing the theme from True Blood, but in my defence that song is damn sexy. Come on, “I don’t know who you think you are but before this night is through, I wanna do bad things with you”. It’s catchy and naughty.
I did watch Twilight the movie, though I did so claiming only to be researching why the feminist blogosphere had so much to say about it. Sure, it was all about research I tried to tell myself, as I pondered why the hell these vampires had no fangs and glimmered in the sunlight. Not for one moment did I think about the gender dynamics, I had an undead fixation to deal with.
Recently, I discovered that there is a show on television called The Vampire Diaries. I watched one episode out of curiosity, (pretending that I was not in need of a fix) and declared it was worthy of watching. Yeah, fangs and blood, was there even any doubt that I would be drawn in?
I talked Destruction into being a vampire for Halloween last year and I am busy trying to see if I can coax Mayhem into being one this year. Yes, I know it is bad to bring the children into my obsession. The unhusband has suggested a support group, but he fails to understand that they are all about supporting my vampire fixation and not curing it.
Yeah, it is creepy but the love of the vampire has become really mainstream in the last few years. I can take comfort in the fact that I am not the only weirdo. I believe it is the idea of never dying…think about how much a vampire is able to witness. Perhaps it is the sexual pull; the giving up of ones personal will to a force greater than you. I don’t know, in fact I don’t even really care. I just know that I am hooked.
Alright my fellow creepy people. It is time for you to come out of the coffin and admit any fascination you have with the occult. Perhaps you have a thing for werewolves, ghosts or even mummies. What ever gets your creepy little undead heart beating, now would be the time to fess up to it.