Inner View of the Vampire
With Halloween breathing down our necks exactly like a good villain ought to it seems like you can’t fling a crucifix without hitting a vampire. Thanks to True Blood and Twilight (neither of which I’ve seen; it’s an elder’s privilege to ignore the pop culture of the young) vampires didn’t need Halloween to be everywhere; like coolots and facial hair they ride occasional waves of cultural approval but at this time of year it’s worth looking at why out of all the traditional story monsters the vampire is the only one who has ever enjoyed any real sex appeal. You can argue that witches have, too, but there’s barely a sultry sorceress on the books that can hold a candle to The Count for pure magnetism. One part of the answers is pretty easy and pretty obvious: the vampire is just a dark version of Prince Charming, sweeping onto the scene in with more charm, money and fashion sense than anyone else and who is out for one thing: penetration. The bite is an obvious symbol of