There is a romantic notion of what a vampire is. I would like to suggest that there is nothing romantic about a reanimated corpse that tears the throats from its victims and walks around with blood dripping from its chin. Having said this, I would also like to suggest that there are no vampires--not of the zombie variety and not of the sort that have become rather popular and trendy these days. If it were possible to exist on animal blood… don’t you think we would choose this

I've never come right out and said I was one. I don't even like the word, but I don't abhor it either. It's just a word. A label with dreadful connotations. The idea of the image being romanticized is absurd. In itself, this is a sorrowful commentary on society. Vampires. Nonsense. Dead is dead. Undead is an oxymoron. However, I can't argue against simplistic public beliefs, trends, and strange wishes for such concepts to be reality. I won't argue against this pop cu