I love vampires, through and through. I've loved them from a fairly young age, and it seems unlikely I'll ever change. Especially not now that I'm a vampire author.
Give me those lean, mean, blood-sucking machines. Let me be hunted and stalked, wrapped up, and bitten. I'll freely give myself to the one I love, and trust him not to kill me.
Because that's part of the thrill for me; offering up my life and knowing it won't be taken. The biting and the drinking take me right to the edge, and it's the trust that let's me play there. Take all you need, because I will give it freely.
Since I'm such a vampire fan (or borderline blood fetishist, if you prefer), I have such a bad time dealing with vampires that won't drink from their lovers. Or won't drink human blood at all. It's a travesty, like the beast is being defanged.
I'm starting a mini-revolution with my vampires. Foremost is Varick.
You will never hear him wanting to be human, or whining that he'll hurt Keila, or being too angsty to drink from people. He's bold, stoic, sometime cruel, and expedient. This hot German won't take guff from anyone, and does whatever needs to be done.
Doesn't mean he's not passionate, or loving, or capable of taking care of Keila. He can still be a vampire without being a slavering beast. Nor does he have to give up anything to fall in love.
These are the same traits I use for all my vampires. None of them are going to be any less than what they are.
Join me in this revolution to vamp up the vampires. Let's get them to stop sparkling and whining and turning into little wusses.