Echo's Departure

I have to admit that I am bit daunted by the new perception of a vampire. Romanticism has created a parody of the legend: gaunt and sickly has been replaced by prim and sensual. The creature is more Don Juan than Vlad the Impaler, more passionate kisser than frenzied blood drinker, more dreamy than nightmare, more sentimental lover than cold solitary hunter.

I am baffled by this overt need to change a fiendish anomaly into some kind of avatar of love. At its best, a gifted vampire can appear suave and debonair, but this is merely a masquerade, a deception to dupe the unsuspecting and easily charmed. This ability to interact with society is a tool and nothing more, as much a hunting mechanism as a tiger’s claws. And like a tiger in high brush, the vampire possibly uses an air of nobility to ambush its intended prey. I view it as an adaptive response to its environment. Meet a vampire in the woods and geniality and etiquette will be replaced by ravenous hunger and perverse delight. Make no mistake; the beast is always waiting to pounce.

I guess I can understand the eroticism of blood drinking and the allure of immortality, but why erase the drawbacks? In doing so, authors have created a near perfect creature, that when compared to a human, seems a divinity. I find this deplorable. Whether it’s because of interactions, deals, and unions or in becoming, the repercussions make the monster. Take those away and you no longer have a vampire… You have an angel, with a penchant for drinking blood.

Apparently words have a more profound effect on a creature of the night than any crucifix, vial of holy water or clove of garlic. I guess I am out of touch with trends, and my revelry is dragging…

This is a paranormal romance of sorts, yet it isn't. More of antithesis to what is considered mainstream and popular. It’s a short piece, but I believe that the narrative packs quite a punch... or in the case of you vampyre aficionados, a bite.

http://pathstodivinity.com/