Vampires—What’s the Appeal?
For a while now, everyone with a finger on the pulse on the publishing industry has been saying vampires are dead (no pun intended). No one is reading them anymore and stories about them are getting harder to sell. That might be slightly true, vampire stories may be harder to find homes with agents and editors of the larger traditional publishers, but they have a solid home with the small-presses and in the hearts of fans.
But what is the appeal? Whether the vampires are undead or alive, they are popular among readers. Authors such as Stephenie Meyer, J.R. Ward, Christine Feehan, Charlaine Harris, and Lindsay Sands have become supper famous for their vampire stories.
Why would any woman want to be involved with a man who not only could kill her, but would also never age? And if the vampire is undead rather than of a different species (as is the case with Feehan and Ward’s vamps), why would any woman in her right mind want him?
I only know why I read and write about vampires, so here are the top five reasons I love them…
1. They are the ultimate bad boy. Alive or undead, they hold that air of danger and mystery that goes right along with why we all loved James Dean.
2. They are the epitome of the perfect male—handsome beyond anything human (even with the fangs or sparkly skin). They are virile, experienced and considerate lovers. Who wouldn’t want a man who could really make love to you literally all night long?
3. Vampires hold the secret to immortality. Sure, if turned you might need to drink blood, but who doesn’t want to be forever young, healthy and strong?
4. Most vampires are tortured souls who only the love of a good woman can fix. But unlike our real life mates, vampires don’t complain when we try to fix them—they see it is the best thing that could have happen to them in centuries! Now if my hubby would just think this when I tell him not to leave the toilet seat up…
5. Let’s face it ladies, who wouldn’t fall for a guy like this… No matter how many thousands of women he may have been with or maybe he has been waiting only for you for the past several centuries, he’ll love only his you and no one else for not just the next fifty years, but for eternity. Or at least for the next thousand years…
So, tell me why you either love or hate vampires. If you love the vampires of J.R. Ward and Christine Feehan because they are alive and hate the vampires of Stephenie Meyer and Charlaine Harris because they are living dead, tell us why. And if you hate vampires altogether, why?
The serial killer stalking Clayton, Pennsylvania, isn’t all that has Chief of Police Grace Wallace worried. For a year, she’s tried to forget Special Agent Ian McHenry and now he’s the expert the FBI sent to catch the killer. She can’t stay away from him, but something primal is telling her to run to save much more than just her heart. Despite the strict code of ethics Ian vowed to follow as a vampire hunter, he craves Grace’s blood above all others. If he chooses to stay, Ian risks losing his chance at divine forgiveness. But if he leaves Grace unprotected from the evil he’s hunted for over a century, he loses more than just his soul…
“I don’t get it. It’s almost like the bodies were drained before he slit the throats,” the coroner said.
Grace let go of the sweater. She sat back on her haunches and stared at the body. “How does he do it?”
Nothing explained the lack of blood or signs of struggle. The use of a drug to subdue the victims was discredited when none was found in their systems. Of course, there was hardly enough blood left in any of them to test. Had this creep simply walked up behind them, drained their blood with some method of phlebotomy, and then slit their throats to mislead the investigation?
She tucked those thoughts away to think on them later and looked across the body to her oldest officer. “I’m sorry, Gordon. Ben said you knew her.”
Grace had never known any of the murdered victims she investigated in the city, which she considered a blessing. It was bad enough that, by the time she was done with a case, she often felt attached, especially to the victim’s family.
With the four murders within her jurisdiction over the past month, she’d either known them personally or their families and friends. Each murder chipped a little more away from her as she shared the town’s collective grief.
With a flash of obvious grief in his blue eyes, Gordon paused with a pair of tweezers and a small baggie poised in his gloved hands. “Sadly I do. She went to school with my eldest boy. Her name is Christina Murphy. Good student, track star.”
After a moment, Gordon cleared his throat and jutted his chin toward one of the larger plastic bags next to him. “Those are the contents of her pockets. Like the others, nothing seems to be stolen. She was carrying a Visa card and about twenty-five dollars on her.”
“Well, it’s obvious she wasn’t killed here.” Sam finished zipping a bag with what looked like three strands of short dark hair in it and labeled it with a thin black marker. “Where the heck is the FBI? We’ll be done before they get here.”
“I’m glad the Feds are finally on the case.” Jonah stood back with his arms crossed over his wool coat, waiting for the police to finish their jobs.
As a typical big city cop, she always resented when the Feds came breezing in and took over a case, usually after she and her department did all the dirty work. However, she wasn’t in the big city anymore. She didn’t have an expert medical examiner on the case who had years of experience in forensic science. Jonah had held the elected office of coroner for ten years. He was good at determining if a person died of natural causes, but with the grisly side of unnatural death, he was somewhat at a loss.
In a strange way, her quaint little town was perfect for a serial killer. Everyone, including the police, thought it was safe. Grace was fast realizing there were no safe places.
She heaved in a sigh and removed her gloves. “I don’t know anyone from Pittsburgh.”
With a creak in his knees, Gordon stood and stretched his back. “I’d rather have that team you worked with in Philly. According to some of the state cops, they’re the best at catching sickos like this creep.”
No, she wanted to scream. She could never work with Ian McHenry again. Instead, she distractedly muttered, “I’m sure Pittsburgh has good agents, too.”
“But we are the best of the best, Chief Wallace.”
The impact of the lyrical tones hit her square in the chest. She gasped and didn’t want to look up. She didn’t want to see the man to whom the beautiful Irish voice belonged.
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Cera duBois has a strong belief in never giving up on your dreams…
Although Cera was unable to read due to dyslexia and a learning disability until she was in the fourth grade, she always had a story to tell. She wrote her first novel in eleventh grade when she had to keep a journal for her academic English class. Since her life was far from exciting growing up as a farm girl in West Central Pennsylvania, she decided to rely on her imagination to give her something to write about. Over the course of the school year, she wrote a tangled romance set in the Deep South during the Civil War. Becoming an author was her ultimate dream. Despite holding a BS in secondary social studies education from Penn State University, she currently works full-time as a medical secretary. A mother of a teenage son and pre-teen daughter, she lives near Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, with her husband of nearly 20 years. If she isn’t sitting in a quiet corner with her laptop, warm days will find her in the English garden surrounding her house. Cera loves to read and is interested in history, romance, science fiction and the paranormal. She also writes contemporary Westerns under her real name of Sara Walter Ellwood.
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