It is no secret I have a slight obsession about vampires. Whilst I don’t identify as a vampire, I don’t even believe they exist, although they are definitely based on real people and events in history. The likes of Vlad Dracul better known as Vlad the Impaler because of his murderous way of impaling people on greased poles. Then there’s the likes of Countess Elizabeth Báthory de Ecsed, who was rumoured to have bathed in the blood of virgins in an attempt to keep her youth.
Where my obsession came from I don’t really know. I do know one of my favourite books as a child was Vlad the Drac by Ann Jungman, whilst I can no longer remember the storyline I know the series of books were so well used the pages had become tattered by the time they were handed down to my younger sister.
Upon reaching my teen years I was able to indulge myself in the classic story. I’m not sure which I discovered first, the book or the film ‘Bram Stokers Dracula’. I still maintain that Gary Oldman is the best Dracula ever and nobody can say anything to change my mind on that one! It was not only the film but the soundtrack that stuck with me, Annie Lennox’s Love Song for a Vampire, would send shivers down my spine.
I’ve mentioned in the past that these words from Bram Stokers book were the first time written words turned me on
“The fair girl went on her knees and bent over me, fairly gloating. There was a deliberate voluptuousness which was both thrilling and repulsive, and as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal… I could feel the soft, shivering touch of the lips on the super-sensitive skin of my throat, and the hard dents of two sharp teeth, just touching and pausing there.”
Looking back now at both the Lyrics and those words I can see they tapped right into my submissive nature I hadn’t at that point discovered.
My love of all things vampire continued, whilst I was in my twenties I rarely watched TV shows and preferred to lose myself in books. Now I’ve switched that around, I rarely have time to read, yet I watch far too much TV. One of the first shows I found myself hooked on was True Blood. It’s actually where I get one of my favourite bratty moment phrases from ‘go on then, make me‘. Did I sit there imagining Eric or Bill fucking me? Of course I did, both at once preferably!
Now I understand my attraction to the darkness and danger I can use it to my advantage. Maybe it’s where my intrigue with needleplay and seeing my own blood comes from. Being hunted down like prey and devoured. Sir chased me, caught me and drew blood from me, that blood is the direct link to my heart.
I started out by saying I don’t believe vampires are real but maybe I do actually seek out those that have something dark within them. Maybe I really am a true creature of the night.