The very first erotic dream I ever remember having was about a vampire.
I probably had some before then, couched in some sort of adolescent Freudian-metaphorical nonsense. But that’s the first one I REMEMBER. It was distinctive. Chilling. And very, very sexy. :yesyesyes:
I remember it vividly. All of my friends, all the people around me started changing. And suddenly wearing turtlenecks. :yesyesyes:
They were secretive. Seductive. They seemed to belong to something/someone. They were happy about the change.
I remember the vampire. Suave. Swarthy. Sensuous. He smiled a lot, and assured me I’d also be joining him soon.
Did I resist? Bravely. For a while. :yesyesyes:
But oh, my—I certainly enjoyed losing the battle. :yesyesyes:
What is the fascination we have with vampires?
They’re powerful. Persuasive. They dress well. And they’re certainly hot on the romance circuit right now. I haven’t tried writing them, but I’m sure I will eventually. :yesyesyes:
And we all have our favorites, don’t we?
The vamp in Nosferatu was genuinely creepy. Legosi wasn’t sexy to me, but sinister enough. 
Barnabas from “Dark Shadows” was wonderful–the reluctant vampire who never really wanted to harm anyone. In an interview, he once said that women would send him pictures of themselves naked, signed “bite me, Barnabas!”
Frank Langella’s “Dracula” may have begun the ‘sexy’ trend. Tall, dark, and handsome, he never even wore fangs in the movie. But when he pleaded to Kate Nelligan, “I need your blood. I need.” I remember yelling “YES!!” :razz:
I loved “The Lost Boys”–Kiefer Sutherland’s vampire was FAR more intriguing than the hero of the movie. Anne Rice’s “Interview” was fascinating. More recently, J.R. Ward’s “Dark Lover” really grabbed me. I devoured it in one day. 
So, why the fascination?
Is it the surrender to the temptation of ‘evil’? The helpless feeling of being overwhelmed by someone else’s sexuality? The piercing, or the sucking, or the idea of life in a dark, alternate reality?
What is the fascination we have with vampires?
