“Evil is a point of view.
God kills indiscriminately and so shall we.”
Interview with a Vampire by Anne Rice
My fascination with vampires started in college. I was taking a night class when I met a strange and beautiful girl named Serena. She had short platinum blonde hair, crazy gorgeous cheekbones, blue eyes lined with black kohl and pouty red lips. And she was as pale as any person I had ever seen. Unnaturally so.
Serena stared at me all during class as she bit her pen and twirled it between her fingers. Was it my short skirt revealing my firm thighs or maybe my nipples showing through my t-shirt? No, it had to be my hair. Even as a child I had caught other girls smelling it and touching it. I was nineteen and at that age, my blonde, wavy hair reached the swell of my ass much to the enchantment of men and women who were so inclined.
I’m not into women, never have been, but this one wouldn’t let up. One night after class, I decided to break the spell by introducing myself.
She smiled and stared at my neck.
I mean, really.
Reflexively, I covered my throat with my hand.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m training to be a vampire and you smell delicious.”
Well, now I had heard everything. “You’re training to be a what?”
She smiled again. “A vampire.”
I was speechless. I laughed nervously. “You know those aren’t real, right?”
“Oh, we’re real,” she said, licking her lips. “But not like the vampires in movies. We don’t need to drink blood to survive and we’re not dead. We can see our reflection in the mirror and we love garlic in our pasta.”
“Isn’t that pretty much what a vampire is, though?”
“That’s not how we see it.”
Turns out that Serena was part of a clan of vampires comprised of college students. They had gotten into “vampire life” after reading Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire.
Okay, so it’s a bunch of crazy college kids having some fun with role playing.
Not according to Serena. To them, it was a lifestyle.
They only came out at night and shunned the sun. They had blocked all sunlight from their bedrooms. Some went as far as getting their teeth filed in the shape of fangs. Others slept in coffins. They enjoyed their control over others.
And, oh, yeah, they drank human blood.
Serena must have noticed my horror. “We have donors, it’s not like we kill people or anything. Plus, the donors are tested for diseases before we drink their blood.”
“Yes,” she said, closing in on me. “Would you like to donate to a poor girl vampire in training?”
Though I was a fine arts student and therefore quite open-minded, I was also extremely innocent about men, sex and certainly about dark things like vampires. I had gone to a strict parochial school where dabbling in this “lifestyle” would most certainly be a big, fat sin that would send me straight to hell.
When my mouth finally remembered how to work I politely declined her offer.
However, I bought the book the next day. Oh. My. God. It was the darkest, sexiest thing I had ever read. It opened up something inside of me and I swear I was never the same after that.
Since the 1800s, vampires have been captivating readers and movie goers, but they weren’t completely eroticized until Anne Rice got a hold of them.
These days we have Twilight, True Blood, The Vampire Diaries and on and on.
But why are we so in love with these dark, blood sucking creatures? Well, let’s think about some of the key vampire traits and what they might tell us about our psyche.
- They can manipulate humans with their eyes and their words (control)
- They are master seducers who lust after your blood and your body (seduction)
- They are charming and intelligent (magnetism)
- They stay young and beautiful forever (immortality)
- They drink blood, usually from your neck, your wrists or the inside of your thighs (sensuality)
- They don’t care about your protests, silly human, you are, after all, FOOD (animalistic)
- They’re immortal, strong, and fast (power)
In other words, you are at their mercy, to the point that you might faint and your blouse might pop all its buttons as you drape your back over his strong arms. It happens.
Unless you can wield that wooden stake just right without them noticing, you don’t stand a chance against a vampire. They’re going to get their way no matter what, so it’s better if you just let go and submit to their will. Anyway, even though they may suck you dry and it might hurt, you’ll love every minute of it.
Hmm, what does that remind you of?
Let’s cut to the 50 Shades of Grey phenomenon, which was born from middle-aged fans of Twilight. E.L. James took this group’s love of vampires and turned the exhilarating control and skillful seduction of a vampire into the story of an experienced Dom and his virgin submissive.
So what is it about vampires? They’re Doms, that’s what. And Doms are intoxicating beings who make subs do all sorts of things they would never ever do for anyone else or under any other circumstances. Trust me, I know from experience.
It doesn’t matter whether you’re a militant feminist or completely vanilla, deep down inside that lack of control turns you on. As a bonus it also exonerates you from fault. “Gosh, Daddy, I didn’t meant to give myself to that hot vampire, but he ripped off my nightie, spread my legs apart and made me do it with just one penetrating gaze. It wasn’t my fault!”
When you realize the profound meaning of that last statement is when you begin to crack one of the biggest secrets to women’s sexuality. We’re afraid of it. I certainly was at that age. Even now that I’m a sub, its insatiable hunger scares me sometimes. But if a
vampire Dom makes you do it, it’s a guilt-free walk on the wild side.
Despite my fascination with fangs, I never did let Serena feed off my blood. Though sometimes as I walked through the campus parking lot late at night, I’d wonder if her clan was out there… watching me. Maybe one of them was hungry tonight and didn’t want to play by the rules. Maybe he wanted to find an innocent girl and drag her into the bushes by her long blonde hair. He would take her body and her blood. As she lay limp in his arms, helpless and trembling, she would repeat to herself:
“It’s not my fault, he made me do it.”
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