The Internet is full of memes bemoaning the current state of vampires in fiction. Phrases like “real vampires don’t sparkle” and pictures of Antonio Banderas, Kiefer Sutherland, and the dude who plays Spike (I’m too lazy to Google his name, but our wonderful editor Carol has informed me it’s James Marsters and that he should be listed by name because he is the best. I called her blasphemous and have challenged her to a duel. Due to aforementioned laziness and my knack for cutting myself with sharp objects whilst wielding them, I am acquiescing and adding his name.) calling Edward Cullen emo and saying Twilight ruined the image of the big, strong vampire make me giggle…but they are totally wrong. While I despise Edward, Twilight, and everything related to them, they only magnify the trend in fiction to turn bloodsuckers from beyond the grave into caring lovers.
Stephenie Meyer didn’t castrate vampires — they lost their male bits long ago.
Think about it. Name one book in which vampires are depicted as soulless, irredeemable characters. One. I came up with the Thrall series by CT Adams and Cathy Clamp, but that’s it. Don’t list Dracula by Bram Stoker. He lost his mind after losing his lady love…he’s redeemable. Don’t list Sunshine by Robin McKinley. Conn was a kind, caring vampire, even if he was the only one of his kind capable of being such.
Where did all the evil vampires go?? Did we, in fact, ever have any? I’m not talking an individual or group of evil-doers. I’m talking an entire species of deadly beings who want nothing more than to feed on human blood.
Discuss, people. Give me names. I want blood, people, and I must be satisfied!
(Psst…I’ll totally pick the name of a random commenter to win an e-book of their choice about vampires. Price cannot exceed $8.00 because I’m a broke-ass).