No, seriously though, Why I Love vampires? Why the paranormal? Why did I choose to write about vampires vampyres over all other creatures that go bump in the night?

Vampyres, My, Oh My!

There are so many books and movies, covering all kinds of mythologies surrounding these immortal creatures. I love them. I absolutely adored them from the moment, I first watched Buffy The Vampire Slayer with my mom. Most importantly I love all the different ideas surrounding them. I love how you can brand this species in any way an author see’s fit. It all excites and interests me, and I don’t bash any particular idea, to what one person may feel a Vampyre should be like. Every author, every book has it’s own ideas to the fictional characters. I can’t hate and nor will I ever.

I love how almost every vampyre movie or book I’ve read, vampyre’s seem to radiate confidence. I mean come on, who wouldn’t envy someone with that unyielding level of awesome. It’s almost blinding, and on a human level, wouldn’t you admire someone who is sure of themselves in every way? Sure, if it was in your face ‘Im better than you‘, that most vampyre’s in Hollywood tend to have, then maybe not. But nope, that is not what I’m talking. I admire confident individuals, just saying.

Their teeth, they fascinate me. The idea behind a ‘person’ that looks drop dead gorgeous but can ultimately reveal their true nature and ravage you in the next second, and I’m not talking sexually- Is very interesting, to at least me. Think of Buffy The Vampire Slayer, those vampires looked normal. Then in the next second, the fangs pop out and they look like demons. I was reading an article that the producer of the show said that he didn’t want Buffy going around and killing vampires that looked like humans. He was afraid that at the time, it would have been sending the wrong message. He wanted to show a difference, hence why the faces are so screwed up.

Vampire diaries, their eyes go all black and veins all down their cheeks etc. True Blood vampires, just have their fangs closer than the norm. I always found that really odd. Anne’s rice vampires I don’t believe change that much. ( I can be wrong and don’t remember.) Felicity Heaton’s vampire’s, I can’t recall any major difference. Anywho, back to my main point, I think the fact that they can look handsome/sexy and then the next second, the fangs pop out and then fear strikes within the human, that’s like the ultimate wicked predator. Not only is the action itself bad (A vampyre sinking their sharp fangs into your flesh) give or take the situation, forced or consent provided but you can see the physical changes. See not only the person you admired but be forced to see the monster they truly are. On a sadistic note, I guess it is no different in real life when you meet someone, and they seem normal, but then before you know it, your judgment was off and you’re now on TV on a missing person report. God forbid. That’s a whole other conversation with the resemblance on vampyre’s, and humanities dark side.

“Because it’s the one reason, the most important, for how they’ve survived this long. It’s their biggest weapon to fool mankind into believing that their existence is only fictional. It’s nature’s jaguar fading into the foliage, a Peringuey’s viper sliding through sand, and a vampyre who can retract his or her fangs can be seen as normal― as a human.”

That quote was taken from my novel Vampyre Doll, Chapter Eighteen. In this scene, I have Jessica Vacel(A vampyre hunter), explaining to my heroine about vampyres. My vampyre’s, their fangs are retractable, and eyes go black. If they are hungry or angered, one may notice the swirls of black misting into their colored pupils. It’s a distinct change, especially since my vampyre’s have very bright colored eyes. If it’s green, its a vibrant green. If it’s blue, it’s vibrant eerie ‘blue’ and it most definitely stands out.

“Woman, you and I may look like we have the same facial and physical features, but our core is different.” He reached across the car and ran a finger across my lips. “Supple lips are the same to savor.” His fingers grazed my cheeks. “Your eyes, neck, and shoulders are the same. Arms, body, and legs, just the same.” Shivers escaped down my spine and through my jacket. My body ignited, remembering his touch from earlier.

“We smell the same way, see the same, and feel every sensation the same.” His hand settled right between my closed thighs, pressing against my heat. Dante knew what he was doing—the gleam in his eyes confirmed my suspicion.

“There’s a but,” I said, trying to calm my nerves when I realized just how close his face was to mine.

He removed his hand from between my thighs and his fangs lengthened, his ocean eyes darkening. “This makes us different,” he said in a whisper. “These two little fangs create the barrier which you question.” Dante studied me, which scared me. His eyes seemed inhuman, from a creature without compassion. Pure one hundred percent predator.

His fangs disappeared, and the darkness in his eyes faded back to its original blue. He leaned back into his seat. “We’re different in many ways that are not so obvious. Our speed, the fact that I can hear your thoughts and feel your fears and happiness, is a distinction. Our eyes, they attract and mesmerize. Our outer bodies are designed in a way so clever that they are compared to the beauties of the Greek gods. Even down to our smell, lures humans in. Our whole physical existence is intended in such a way that it entices humans.”

I took in every word as he continued to explain.

“It’s not just the looks which draw you in, it’s the eyes. They hypnotize. It’s the confidence, it’s the pheromones; it’s me, them, transitioning into a predatory state that you humans find so attractive, and you don’t even realize that death is at your doorstep. Take away everything that makes us different, and you just got Dante. Plain, old, simple me.”

“Nothing about you will ever be simple,” I whispered.

That quote was taken from my novel Feral Doll, Chapter Twelve. In this scene, Dante(Vampyre) the love interest to my heroine Justice Labelle, is explaining how human’s and vampyre’s are different. Explain the exterior and interior differences.

Something else that fascinates me about vampyre’s is that they are immortal. Never aging. Which is pretty cool and I think the idea of everlasting life, has a kind of lure that you, yourself may think about. To live longer and do more. I don’t mean, like you think about immortal life, like in a serious way. You may think about it, like to entertain yourself with ‘what if’s’ etc. We all fantasize on some level or another.


Vampyre’s are basically invincible, and it would be horrible to have them as your enemy. Nevertheless, like Superman, they need a weakness. Superman is utterly impossible to defeat unless you have Kryptonite. (Superman is awesome by the way).  My vamps, don’t combust into dust or smoke, or just disintegrate without a trace when they come in contact with the sun. Nor a bloody nasty splash of blood and organs (Thanks, True Blood!) That show was awesome by the way!!! And no, my vamps do not sparkle. However, I really did love the Twilight books, not the movies. You see, I have a genuine appreciation for all types of vampryres.

As I digress, my vampyres do have a weakness and it’s a type of black crystal, although they are called crystals, they are technically known as a mineral. They are found in the oceans of Japan and it means ‘Sun’. Cerberus agents have collected them and turned them into weapons against the Vampyres. It leaves a black glitter like residue behind and when it comes into contact with a vampyres flesh it seeps into their skin, into their bloodstream and poisons them. It creates a painful experience when it travels in the blood stream. It feels like it’s burning the inside of the body.

Despite everything, I like my vampyre’s on the darker side of life.

To summarize why I love vampyre’s, because they are everything awesome in the paranormal world. Vampyre’s are humanities wildest dreams, with their confidence, strength and the fact that they seem to laugh in the face of danger. They can be brutally selfish, sensitive and passionate. Vampyre’s live forever and therefore seem to have grown accustomed to being by themselves. They always seem to be fine with their loneliness and of course, there are the exceptions. When was the last time you’ve gone to movies by yourself, or to dinner by yourself? I know for me, I love hanging out at home by myself. I’m kind of an anti-social, but then again I also don’t mind going out and enjoying myself with my one friend, lol. Not everyone can just chill by themselves. Some people need to have others around them. Constantly need that noise.

Anywho, I’ve think I’ve rambled on way too long. I hope throughout all my ramblings, you got why I like writing about vampyres. It may not have been a good enough reason to write this article, or as clear as I hoped, but I had fun putting my scrambled thoughts on my posts.

Feel free to comment and let me know why you love the blood-suckers. Or if you don’t, that’s okay.