too much blood

For as far as I could remember, I've had this fascination (almost bordering on obsession) with vampires. Yeah, even before the vampire fad brought on by Edward Cullen. It started I think with Anne Rice's Coven of the Beloveds (I totally loooove Lestat de Lioncourt), although I really can't be sure. For my English Lit book review, I used (surprise, surprise!) Bram Stoker's Dracula. And sue me for being a conformist here, but I do like the Twilight Saga, Breaking Dawn most especially.

You could probably guess how thrilled I was when I discovered the Vampire Wars app on Facebook. I'm not exactly addicted, but I play and I sure do love looking at all those avatars. Here's my current avatar:


Nowadays, I am hardly alone in my pursuit of the darkness, so to speak. It gets kinda annoying though, in a way. With vampire novels cropping up left and right, and even more fans/freaks lapping them up, I am just another one in an ocean of vampire freaks. What really bugs me though are those who just got on the vampire fad bandwagon just because of the Twilight Saga. Excuse me for pointing this out, but worshiping Edward Cullen does not a real vampire freak make. The lovably obnoxious yet self-deprecating Lestat still gets my vote over the more-of-a-saint-than-a-dark-creature Edward, thank you very much.