Vampires in fiction (AKA, vampires shouldn’t be pansies.)
I was watching “30 Days of Night” the other day and they said how cold it was up in Alaska, “its minus 10 out there!” I thought “big deal, it gets -15 here in Vernal in the mornings. What I like about the movie is its starkness. The visuals are stark, the brutality is stark. Most of all, it showed vampires how they are supposed to be, brutal, lethal and monstrous. Vampires are monsters. They’re corpses that rise from their graves to kill people and suck their blood. The vampires in this movie make no apologies for what they are, in fact, they relish in it. They love it. They are irredeemably evil. There’s no poetry writing about how sorrowful they are to be immortal and powerful. I want to write a vampire story but return them to their Medieval roots, as bloodsucking corpses, something from nightmares. Monsters, in a word.