Everyone is talking about vampires! There are endless discussions of the Twilight phenomenon/movie/hotties from the movie, obviously, histories of the vampire legend, and endless analysis of what it is that we like so much about vampires, general conclusion being the immortality factor. I've always been a fan of vampires, but for me it wasn't really about the immortality. In my favorite vampire novels, the vampire in question usually ended up dead. The facination, for me, was always in the blood.
I know it sounds creepy, but I adore blood. The color and the taste, for lack of a better word, please me. There are fewer things I find more comforting than the sound of a heartbeat, and in times of stress will often hold my left wrist in my right hand, my fingertips curled around to that sweet spot where I can feel my pulse thud just beneath my skin. If I ever became one of those crazy, rich, eccentric collectors, I would have antique blood-letting machines and a relic (purchased on the black market, of course) that bears a smear of Holy Blood. I would commission a one of a kind clock that runs on blood and a 20 generation family tree. As is, broke college student that I am, I settle for donating blood as often as I am allowed to and watching, enthralled, as my heart pumps it into the little bag.
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mmm. I donated blood once. They then wrote me a letter saying something was wrong with my blood, so it was discarded. It appears vampire blood isn't as similar to human blood as I thought. Or maybe I was just sick.
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