Vampyr, Vampire. Potato, po-tah-to.
Say it and spell it as you wish, it’s the undead, the Nosferatu, the blood sucking demon of the night.
One of my favorite monsters from when I was a kid, but a difficult subject to write about simply because they’ve been done to death (no pun intended) and I don’t want to rehash something that’s already been done ad nauseum.
I actually wrote a song in a past life titled “Prince Of Darkness”, along those lines…
They mounted tired horses, with torches held up high
But none were left to battle when dawn’s light reached the sky
Women held their children snug against their breast
They had to leave their homeland before the sun set in the west
For the fallen band of peasants would rise and head for home
Reaching for their loved ones with caresses dark and cold
I’ve touched on them briefly in my fiction, by misdirecting attention to the wrong person in “Ancestry”, and then as a highly unlikely mentor in “Mr. Cook’s Visitor”, but in both of those tales, they remained in the shadows for the most part for just that reason. I want my vampire tale to be as unique, as different, and as original as I can make it.
And then, I had an idea yesterday, a different way to approach a vampire tale. At least, I think it’s different, but we’ll see. I’m going to start writing it, let it take the wheel and see where it takes me. It’s a modern day setting, not a crumbling castle in the Carpathian mountains, and my vampire would be more likely to wear a T-shirt and jeans than a cloak and formal evening wear.
Oh, one other thing.
He will absolutely NOT sparkle. Unrequited love fueled by teenage angst is NOT part of the formula.
A vampire should be cunning, cruel, and above all else, hungry.
Show ’em, Sir Christopher!