Monday, May 28, 2007
Manic Monday #14: Red
The subject of vampires has held me in sway for so many years now. Never mind that the factual history of Vlad the Impaler (to whom the Dracula legend is ascribed) is less than savory; never mind the modern scientific studies explaining the pathology of vampirism. Freaks of happenstance they may be, vampires still come across to me as romantic, erotic creatures.
We are all vampires in one way or another, I think. Perhaps not in the literal sense. But like those enthralling, misbegotten beings, each of us possesses a certain talent (or power, if you will) that makes us seem superior to another person. Some are like Nosferatu and leave others quaking in fear and dread; some are pretty and petty like Lestat; but each one has a unique something that sets him or her apart from everybody else. Each also has a weakness that is sure to be his or her undoing, much like how sunlight is for vampires (this, of course, does not apply to Daywalkers).
Then there's the need to feed. While we have the basics to keep us breathing and existing, many of us spend our days and nights partaking of that certain something that makes us feel alive. A certain something that stokes our passions. Is that something as sensual as the sight of a creature of the night holding her victim helpless in her arms, her open lips on his neck or wrist, her cheeks moving in time with his fluttering pulse as she drinks from him? Perhaps, perhaps not. And when the feeding is done, she lovingly licks each red drop that has managed to escape her attention, milking the act for everything it's worth.
The danger in this is having a particular source dry up, not being there when it's needed or wanted (because of whatever circumstance), which can lead to being someone's downfall -- if it's allowed to. Then there's the problem of being a willing victim, fatally attracted to the prospect of immortality...or maybe it's because having one's blood sucked out by a hot plasmavore just feels so damned good.
Yep, maybe we're all vampires sometimes. Or the prey of one. Whatever. I just wish I looked half as good in black leather.