Sex and the Vampire

I have some eroticism in The House on Blackstone Moor, and I have a hell of a lot of sex scenes in Unholy Testament, Books 1 and 2 which will follow. Well, its chief protagonist is a sin-loving, debauched demon.

Here's my question: why do we find, those of us who love vampire lit, vampires so sexy? In Bram Stoker's Dracula, let's face it, we all swooned at certain scenes. There is even an implied eroticism in the novel, Dracula. I mean how do we know what those brides of his get up to?

Let's face it, I think I can categorically state that no one really wants to crawl into bed with Nosferatu (either version), okay?

I've had some great comments from women saying how very much they loved Christopher Lee's portrayal of Dracula but how they'd have preferred if it was sexed up a bit. I agree.

I prefer my vampires to be more dangerous and not sparkle, And hey! Dangerous can be damned sexy! DANGEROUS can be a very potent aphrodisiac.

The demon vampire, Eco who appears in both my books, but is featured in the second, says: 'Evil is its own aphrodisiac.' Well let me say right now in case you don't know, Eco is never without a wide array of sexual partners!

Let's not be misled though. There are many debates over what vampires should or should not be.

My opinion is that vampires as depicted in fiction can be whatever the reader wishes them to be. It's a broad enough sub-genre.

My preference is for Anne Rice sorts of vampires, interesting beings with depth and a range of emotions, with histories and personalities. And because they are so vivid and real they are haunting. I don't think I will ever forget the child vampire, Claudia in Interview with the Vampire.

The vampires I read and enjoy writing about are as different from one another as we are from one another. Why should it be different for them?

What I think makes them sexual beings is the perception that the rules that govern us don't apply to them. They call the shots. They indulge in excess, perhaps acting out our own fantasies. I'd have loved to have asked
Bram Stoker a question or two.

Here's a suggestion: the next time you're doing the laundry or seasoning a chicken promise me that when you finish you'll pick up a book about vampires and allow yourself to be drawn into their dark and dangerous world.



In books anything goes, we can assimilate into any world we like. Our dreams are our own and if we choose to dream of wildly sensual romps with vampires, so be it.


By the way, who dreams of zombies?