Go ahead, bite me.

It possibly wouldn’t entirely surprise you to learn that I wasn’t a conventional child. Whether that’s because of quirky genetics or being raised under a “children should be seen and not heard” regime , I’m not sure. But I was quiet, thoughtful and reflective – more loner than lonely – and to be honest that suited me just fine and dandy. I wasn’t withdrawn or antisocial either – I just liked my own company and my peculiar little interests.

One of which was death. Not “Goodness, why are all the neighbourhood cats ending up skinned lately, doesn’t that strike you as a bit odd?” psychopathically unhinged, but it didn’t scare me. Obviously though, the process of dying itself was a different matter, and something I didn’t want to dwell on. I wasn’t stupid – I knew the chances of dying by chocolate ice cream overdose were pretty slim, but I was willing to commit to giving it my best shot.

I can’t remember when I read my first piece of vampire fiction, or saw my first undead movie, but I’d put good money on it being roundabout when puberty kicked in. You can talk all you like about the neck being an erogenous zone, about domination and submission, about biting being a penetration metaphor, but bottom line … vampires are hot. They combine the beauty of eternal youth with the seductive lure of experience, and traditionally they’re raw merciless predators who are hell-bound on being sinfully hedonistic. Yum.

Om nom nom, yes please.

Erm... I'll skip on this one though, cheers.

Casting aside the all-night orgies down the blood bank, what exactly does the (un)life of a vampire consist of though? Not dying, and attempting to not die over an extended period. Hell, I’m doing that already ! Give or take 40 years or so and I’ll probably be happy to call it quits… so the thought of trudging on, albeit in a spritely and spiky-toothed incarnation, doesn’t really appeal.

Don’t I want to live forever ? Immortality is a curse, not a gift. To watch the slow decay of age in those nearest to you, to watch them wither and die and to still go on? I think I’ll pass, thanks. I imagine losing a child is devastating whether they’re 9 or 90. I believe in the natural order of things. When it’s my time and I hear the tinny jingle of the frozen dessert truck being parked outside by the grim reaper I won’t resist. I will throw open the door and serenely offer my 5 litre bucket to be filled, and yes, I would like extra nuts and a flake please.


6 thoughts on “Go ahead, bite me.

  1. Mmmm nice selection of vampires to illustrate your point of hotness… I’ve only just started watching Vampire Diaries so I’ve got quite a bit to catch up on.. but YUMMMMM Eric. LOVE True Blood (Sam is my other hottie fave on the show)

  2. Oh, and I meant to add.. as much as I’m not as in love with Twilight/Edward as many other people may be, I found the CHARACTER of Edward was written VERY attractively… the way his looks and demeanor and personality was written was yummmmm 🙂

    • I have to say that the Twilight vampires are the exception to my rule… they just seem like the Cullens have all been neutered lol I’m afraid I’m very much Team Jacob on that one 😉 Whilst I liked the books, and the movies were ok ( if you lowered your expectations a bit ), Edward just came across as a moody stalker to Bella’s limp rag.
      Conversely, I hated the Vampire Diaries books and wasn’t going to watch the tv series until I saw one episode and totally fell in lurve with Damon.
      And True Blood…. loved the books, loved the series… *glassy-eyed dribbling*

      • Ian Somerhalder – it should be illegal for a man to be that pretty.

        With you on the Vampire Diaries books! Just awful. The tv series is very compelling.

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